The eponymous Fondeux was a fondue restaurant in the art district by the state university. The interior was dark, lit with red shaded lamps and the blue flames from the fondue pots on the tables. Our hostess lead us to a corner booth. Aunt April ordered a three course set: cheese, coque au vin, and chocolate.

“What school are you going to next year?” Aunt April asked me. She sat between Melanie and me, her dark red hair done up in a bun held by a pair of chopsticks..

“Oh, um, just, community,” I shrugged and sighed.

April put a hand on my shoulder, “That’s not a bad school, Melanie’s staying close and going to state. The credits will transfer if you wanted to change schools. Maybe you can come up more often?”

At that, Mel pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.

Her mom gave her a look across the table, and my heart just about leapt into my throat. I didn’t even want to think about being busted already. “So...” my Aunt said, “wear girl’s swimsuits often?”

I stammered for something to say and came up empty. I looked to Melanie but she offered only a coy, knife-edged smile. The server arrived and set up the fondue and I managed to take my first breath in what felt like half an hour. “First time,” I said.

“That’s great,” the server said, excited. He stirred in cheese and wine into the pot and passed out the thin, flat forks.

As he left, Melanie giggled. She toyed with her fork and skewered a wedge of apple. She dunked it into the cheese and withdrew, spinning the fork to wind melting cheese around. When she drew it up to her mouth, a droplet of soft white cheese dripping off just before she closed her lips.

She didn’t notice, eating the fruit and giving an approving “Mmm!”

The cheese had landed on her chest and slowly ran down between her breasts. Her dress was a spaghetti strapped slip of dark green satin. She wore a silver necklace with a stone that hung low on her cleavage She noticed me looking, cocked a brow and drew two fingers along her skin, scooping up the wad of cheese and licking her fingers clean.

“Ahh!” Aunt April interrupted, looking into the fondue pot, “Dropped the bread.”

“Doesn’t that means you have to buy a bottle of wine?” I said between bites of a broccoli stalk.

Aunt April laughed, “Oh does it now?” She looked to Melanie and back to me. When she smiled and waved over the server I felt a bolt of ice water shoot through my spine. “Alright, kiddo, but you’re gonna play too.” She said to me.

“Wha?” Was all I could manage as she ordered and slipped the the waiter a bill to bring three glasses.

Aunt April poured herself a glass of leggy red wine and swirled it, “This was going to be girl’s night before he came out,” she said looking at Melanie and ignoring me, “So I think he should be wearing panties tonight too.”

My mouth was full of melting cheese and apple, I swallowed hard and nearly choked on the hot bite. I coughed and took a drink. “Aunt April!”

“Mom?!” Melanie said at the same time. She blushed fiercely red.

Wine poured into the two glasses brought for us, Aunt April just smiled.

Melanie looked to me, I felt as pale as she was red. She leaned in and whispered to her mom. Slowly she grinned and took her glass. “Well, doesn’t cost me anything.”

“Oh,” Aunt April said, “Well, well, dear, if that’s the case.” She scooted toward me in the booth, “I’ll be right back.”

I got up and let her past, then slid in up against Melanie as she worked on the last of the appetizer. “What was that about?”

Mel sipped wine and I took a short drink. She set her fork down, her hand dropped under the table and found my arm. She gripped it and drew it down and rest on her thigh. She met my eyes in a sidelong look; her hand drew mine up her leg and under her dress. Her skin was warm, even more than the heat of the fondue pot and the closeness of us pressed together. She twined her fingers over mine and pressed on my index finger. The tip of my finger touched to flesh that felt almost liquid, slick and warm. She took a breath and spoke into my ear, “You’re going to wear Mom’s panties -- because I’m not wearing any.”

My finger drew a line around the edges of Melanie’s sex. She put a hand on the small of my back and sipped her wine. Her look was coy satisfaction, but it broke when the my finger touched to the hood of her clit. The little nub was stiff; I pressed my finger against her and rubbed it back and forth. Mel craned her neck to put her lips against my cheek, she nipped at me with bared teeth.

I looked down, her nipples stiffened under her dress, raising the fabric. Her chest rose and fell slowly. As she breathed in I slid my finger down her labia, and as she exhaled, I drew it back up. I moved my finger faster, and drove her to breath faster, her breath beginning to fray at the edge of orgasm. “Ha!” she started, “Hi mommy!”

I jerked my hand away. Melanie just smiled, Aunt April did too. She took my hand from under the table (luckily not the one that had just a moment ago been in her daughter) and pressed something small and soft into my palm.

“Well, go on!” Melanie said.

Aunt April giggled when I got up and sped into the restroom.

I didn’t breath out until I was in the bathroom stall and had latched the door. I stripped out of my pants and shorts. Black, lace, thong panties. I stepped into them and pulled them up before I even gave it another thought. Aunt April was in on this.

I adjusted the panties, fitting the bands around my hips. The thong felt oddly comfortable between my ass and the fabric was soft on my very, very stiff cock. I rubbed myself through the crotch of my Aunt’s underwear. There was a very little dampness to them. My hips thrust involuntarily and pre-cum beaded on the tip of my member. I rolled my finger around my head then bit my lip. I had to get back. Getting my slacks back on proved more than a little tricky. I kept my hands in my pockets on the walk back to hide the shape of my cock pressed to my leg by my Aunt, by Melanie’s mom’s, silky panties.

“Just leave the potatoes in, they’ll cook on their own,” Aunt April was telling Mel. “Now here, try the duck.”

Mel leaned over, her mother held out a thinly sliced piece of meat on the end of the skewer. Mel opened her lips and ate. She closed her eyes and drew back, she swallowed and mewled with pleasure. “Thank you,” she said, and took out a piece of meat she had skewered.

April parted her lips and tapped them with her finger. Melanie obligingly fed her. Her mother reached out, took Melanie’s chin in her fingers and kissed her daughter’s lips. Melanie turned her head, her lips parting and her tongue flitting out to play with her mother’s. I sat down beside Mel. April broke away and moaned, “Good girls.”

Under the table, Mel’s hand found the my cock and rubbed me through my slacks. She fed me meat from her skewer. She took my hand in hers and placed it on her lap. Something buzzed gently, then, at once, pulsed. Mel leaned back and drew a sharp breath. When she recovered she put a hand on her chest like a Southern belle and eyed me.

I pursed my lips. I offered her a skewer of meat. When she took it into her mouth she fluttered her eyes closed. She pulled back from the fork and swallowed, then licked her lips slow and deliberate. She leaned over to me and kissed me behind the ear.

When dessert arrived, we had bunched close together in the corner of the booth. Three empty glasses and an empty bottle sat impatiently in front of us. Aunt April ordered port and stirred the melting chocolate. She fed me a piece of dipped cake. When she drew out a marshmallow, the chocolate dripped onto Melanie’s breast. My aunt smiled and pressed her index finger against Mel’s skin, just under the slowly running bead of chocolate.

I lowered my head and licked it off, Melanie cooed. We kissed, the milk chocolate on our tongues. She stroked me under the table. When she pulled back, she turned and kissed her mother. Then she pressed a finger to her lips, glanced for our waiter and sunk under the table.

My pants unzipped. I shifted nervously, but her hands grabbed my thighs. I felt her cool, soft tongue on the head of my cock. It rolled around and her fingers grazed over my shaft. The silk of the panties were pulled aside and Melanie cupped my balls as she took me into her mouth, sucking me and slurping.

I looked to Aunt April, she looked away innocently and ate a piece of fruit from her fork. But under the table, she pressed something into my hand. A little black and pink remote with three settings on a dial, and a tiny antennae. I turned it up halfway between “!!” and “!!!” Mel drew back from me immediately. I looked down, she smiled and mouthed “More.”

Her lips slid over me. I slowly began to dial up the remote. Her mouth took my shaft. I maxed out the remote and listed to the mewling squeak from below. I panted and came in her throat. She slipped back, sucking and licking me as my cock swelled and throbbed. Finally, tenderly, I felt her lips release me, tuck me into my panties and close my slacks.

When she popped back up between me Aunt April her hair was frazzled. Aunt April smiled and looked at her expectantly. Mel swallowed and stuck out her tongue at her mother, then shook out her hair and smoothed it over one shoulder.

“Good girl,” Aunt April said. She left an obscene tip on the check.

Melanie took a call on the way home. A friend was having car trouble and needed a lift. She kissed me on the nose when we arrived and then changed placed with her mother. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “think you and mom can keep busy tonight?”