


Home Repairs

by clearwinston



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2014-08-31
Updated: 2014-08-31
Packaged: 2017-04-21 23:39:46
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/home-repairs
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1379904&page=submissions
Summary: A young man fills in for his uncle.
Erotica Tags: Aunt, Mature, Nephew
Average Rating: 4.7






        Home Repairs


*Click* Whirrrr....whirrrr.  
  
That was the sound of me getting to my game late.  
  
"Every damned time," muttered Sharon, dropping her head to the steering wheel.
Her auburn hair fell forward, creating a drape to hide her face from me.  
  
"Let me take a look," I said with a smile. "Pop the hood." I opened the door
and as I walked around to the front I heard the latch release with a THUNK,
causing the hood of the old Nissan Sentra to hover above the front quarter
panels. The silver paint was now a faded gray and this little car had been
dinged up quite a bit over the years.  
  
"Just as I thought," I called out with a smile, leaning out from behind the
hood to see my aunt Sharon stepping out of the driver's side. "Can I take a
look at Tony's tools?"  
  
"Of course." She reached in and pressed the remote control on the sun visor,
causing the garage door to open behind me. I ducked under the door as it
opened, thankful that Tony had kept his tool cabinet so organized. The garage
floor was painted with a gray epoxy and the diamond-plate rolling cabinets
stored his tools in an organized fashion, each drawer being lined with rubber
mats. Even the shelves were organized by need: automotive (oils and other
fluids, cleaning supplies, etc), lawn maintenance, home care, paints and
stains, and power tools. In the corner he had the weed trimmer and leaf blower
hanging up over a rack that stood his garden tools on end.  
  
Walking to the rolling cabinet, I found what I needed in the second drawer I
opened. I turned to Sharon with a smile. "Voila," I said, my hand extended,
holding a battery terminal brush.  
  
"What's that?" she asked, walking beside me back to the car. I separated it
and showed her the two brushes inside.  
  
"This one," I said, "is for the posts on the battery, and this one is for the
terminals. See this?" I asked, pointing to the battery.  
  
"Eww."  
  
"Yeah, that's just corrosion. Batteries get corroded sometimes, but it's a
quick fix. That white stuff, the corrosion, keeps the lead on the posts from
making good contact with the terminals," I explained, pointing to the red and
black wires connected to the battery. "We can clean those off and the contact
should be good again. Here," I said, handing her the post brush. "Slide this
handled down over the post and twist it for about fifteen seconds on each one
while I clean the terminals."  
  
Less than a minute later, the Sentra started up without a problem and Sharon
squealed and stomped her feet in the floorboard. I smiled as I walked back
into the garage to put the brush back where it belonged. As soon as I cleared
the door, it began to lower again. As soon as my car door was closed, Sharon
reached over and kissed me on the cheek joyfully.  
  
"Thank you so much, Jason." Her smile turned to a frown as she sat back up.
"I'm sorry I've made you late to your game," she said, shifting into reverse.  
  
"Don't worry about," I smiled. "I'll just let the guys know. I should still be
okay."  
  
I sent a text to the team. "Car trouble. B there asap." Each team member
responded within a couple of minutes, each one a variation of "K," a simple
acknowledgement.  
  
My name is Jason. I'm nineteen and just finished my freshman year in college.
I live with my mom, Tracy. My parents divorced shortly after I was born
apparently. I never knew my father. To hear Tony talk about him, I didn't miss
anything by not knowing him. Mom raised me on her own, not even getting
alimony or child support. Fortunately she's smart and pretty and has done
pretty well in real estate. We're not rich by any means, but she pays the
bills and is able to pay for my local community college education as I get my
core classes out of the way. After that, she says, we'll figure out something.  
  
Real estate works a lot on weekends: open houses, showing people their
options, and all that stuff. Because she works on weekends so much, she hasn't
been able to come to Sunday games. Sand soccer. My friends from the college
team (it's a good school with a good team, but we're non-scholarship) and I
formed a sand team for summer games of 6-on-6. It keeps us in shape and allows
us to have a good time without any pressure on us to win. We all love it.  
  
Since mom can't come to my games usually, Aunt Sharon has made that her thing.
"Someone needs to be there to cheer you on," she said. "Besides, what else am
I going to do on a Sunday?" She bumped me with her shoulder after she said
that, while we were sitting side by side on the front porch swing at Mom's and
my house. I had just made mention of the league and mom's exasperated response
that she wouldn't be able to make it with her schedule.  
  
Aunt Sharon's schedule is a little more flexible. Okay, it's a lot more
flexible. She's self-employed, but not rich. In fact, most of the time money
is tight. She has a small online business that brings in just enough to pay
her bills, plus a little extra. Her business is buying and selling stuff
online. Garage sales, E-bay, Craigslist, pawn shops, all that stuff. She's
good at it, too. She buys stuff, cleans it up and maybe repaints it or
something if needed, and sells it for a reasonable profit.  
  
She looks great for thirty-one. She married young, something that she doesn't
necessarily regret, judging by the shrug I get when I ask about it on
occasion. She married my Uncle Tony when she was my age, but he was twenty-
two. Tony and Sharon were married for eleven years, but for four of those he
was deployed. He did five tours in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, and Bahrain. As a
US Marine, he worked security and infiltration, depending on the orders. He
was never hit with an IED or a single bullet, but instead took a fatal fall
during a training exercise in Norfolk, Virginia two years ago. Do you believe
that shit?  
  
He loved active duty and wouldn't have wanted to die any other way than in
serving his country. Tony was mom's younger brother. Nine years younger. He
was obviously unexpected, but my grandparents loved him deeply, and mom got to
care for him a lot while he was growing up, but she didn't mind most of the
time.  
  
So Aunt Sharon received death benefits, which were pretty meager, so she keeps
them for a rainy day, dipping in occasionally as needed, but she tries not to
be dependent on them. As a result, there are several things in her home that
have not been maintained very well.  
  
After a 3-1 loss, I was hot, tired, sticky, and peppered in sand, but not
discouraged. Sand soccer didn't discourage me because it didn't matter. There
were no scouts or schools to show off for and no titles on the line. "I'm
sorry you didn't win," said Sharon, sliding her hand through the crook in my
elbow, "But you did great! You're so fast!"  
  
"Thanks," I said. "It was fun."  
  
"Tell you what. We'll get you cleaned up and I'll take you out for barbecue."  
  
"Sure, thanks!" I smiled. I knew she was taking me to Tender Fork, a small
local barbecue joint that Tony had introduced us to, and we all immediately
loved it.  
  
Sharon took a deep breath as she put the key in the ignition, giving me a
sideways glare before crooking her face up in an anxious/nervous expression as
she turned the key. The little Sentra lit right up, causing Sharon to squeal.
I just smiled at her.  
  
I didn't tell her about the half-time chatter from the guys, all ribbing me
about my hot aunt.  
  
"Damn, Jase, you're aunt's looking especially hot today!"  
  
"Yeah, man. If she ever has car trouble again, give me a call; I'll be happy
to give her a ride!"  
  
"Shut up," I laughed, punching Russ in the arm. "That's my aunt, dude."  
  
"I'm just sayin'."  
  
"You guys are dicks," I laughed, shaking my head.  
  
Notice how I didn't deny what they said. They weren't wrong. Aunt Sharon is
beautiful. She's tone from pilates, yoga, running, and weight lifting, using
the dumb bell set Tony had in the spare bedroom, where he had converted it to
a small workout studio. He did a lot of bodyweight exercises and taught them
to Sharon as they exercised together while he was home. She had a modest tan,
with light freckling on her cheeks and nose, and she wore her auburn hair long
and full, coming to about her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a sparkling green
and expressive, straddling a triangular nose. Sharon's lips were kind of thin
and naturally deep pink and her jaw line was narrow, her chin gently rounded.  
  
Because she was fit, her arms and legs had gentle tone to them and her ass, as
Tony joked, was like his Marine haircut: high and tight. She had slapped his
arm with a giggle on more than one occasion when he told people that. She had
rounded hamstrings and gently rounded thighs, with high calves. Under her
shirts I often admired her modest, but full, round breasts. They were a nice
size on her small frame, not small by any means, but not obscenely huge
either. They looked nice.  
  
As soon as we saw the house, I noticed my mom's car in the driveway. I was
surprised to see her at home, but not upset by any means.  
  
"Hi, mom," I smiled as I walked up to her.  
  
"Hey, hon," she said, barely looking up from her laptop, surrounded by papers.
I kissed her on the cheek, with her patting mine before I stood back up. "How
was the game?"  
  
"It was okay," I said. "We lost by two. Aunt Sharon's taking me to Tender Fork
for dinner. Want to go?" I asked.  
  
"I don't think I can, baby. I'm covered up over here."  
  
"It's my treat," Sharon offered with a smile. "You have to eat, right?"  
  
"I really can't go out right now. I appreciate it, though."  
  
"Okay," I said, shrugging. Sharon looked at me with a frown and mouthed
"Sorry." I just smiled a little as I turned to go clean up.  
  
To say I wasn't disappointed would be a lie. I loved my mom very much and I
knew she loved me, but we just didn't get to see each other very much. Her
business was one that required her to be available, and she had two choices:
either spend the time she wanted to, with me and miss out on providing for us;
or take the opportunities at work so we could eat, but miss chances for our
time together. I understood; it couldn't be easy for her.  
  
After a short shower, I opened the door to hear hushed voices from down the
hall.  
  
"...Needs you, Trace."  
  
"I know he does, but I'm trying to provide for our family."  
  
"I get that. I'm not expecting extravagance. I just think it would mean a lot
to him if you would take little snippets of time to connect with him," Sharon
said.  
  
"I'm doing the best I can, Sharon," mom huffed.  
  
"I just don't see it. I know you work hard to take care of your family. No
one's doubting that. But you're his mother, and you're the only one he has."  
  
"Tell you what!" snapped mom. "When you have kids you can give me input on
raising mine."  
  
My stomach dropped and my eyes went wide. No one said anything for a moment,
but I could imagine the look on Sharon's face.  
  
"Oh, my god," mom whispered. "Sharon, I'm so—"  
  
"Not fair, Tracy" Sharon was understandably upset, her voice strong but
quivering. "You know I can't—"  
  
"I know, I know," mom said frantically. I heard her chair scrape harshly
across the kitchen floor. A moment later, someone's sobs were being muffled by
something and the other woman was quietly saying, "Shhhh."  
  
I peeked around the corner, still in my towel and my suspicions were
confirmed. Sharon's face was buried in mom's neck, who was cradling her head
and stroking her hair. Mom's face was red with tears rolling down her fair-
skinned cheeks. She tried to console Sharon. "Shhh. It's okay," she would
repeat on occasion.  
  
After a few minutes, when Sharon seemed calmer, she pulled away, her head
still down as she wiped at her face. "Sharon," mom began quietly, "I am so, so
sorry I said that to you. I had no right to say that, and I'm so ashamed of
myself. Please forgive me," she pleaded, her hands on Sharon's shoulders.  
  
Sharon nodded before looking up. "Of course I forgive you. I love you. I know
you didn't mean anything by that, but I know I crossed a line in telling you
how to be a mother. That wasn't my intention at all."  
  
"No, you're right. I should be spending more time with Jason. I'm just having
trouble finding a balance, you know? And in this economy with the housing
market the way it is... I'm just scared of missing any opportunity, you know?"  
  
"I know." She took mom's hand in hers. "Look at me." Mom lifted her head,
which had been hanging, and looked Sharon in the eye. "You're an amazing
mother. Tony always bragged about you and I've always hoped I could be half
the mother you are. I look at Jason and see an amazing young man, and that's
because of his mother." She smiled and nodded, as if trying to convince my
mother it was true. And it was true.  
  
Mom smiled a little and barely nodded. "Thank you for saying that," she said
quietly. "I don't feel like a very good mother sometimes."  
  
"Well, you are." She leaned in and kissed Mom on the cheek before heading
toward the bathroom, probably to clean up. Mom turned and walked to her chair
again and I figured I should probably get dressed.  
  
A couple minutes later I was in my soccer shorts and t-shirt, and rounded the
corner to see Aunt Sharon still in her faded green baby doll t-shirt and super
short denim shorts. She hopped up off the couch, saying, "There he is. You
hungry?"  
  
"Starved," I said with a smile.  
  
Sharon turned to mom. "You want us to bring you back something?"  
  
Mom looked like she was thinking for a moment before turning toward us and
asking, "Is it still okay if I come with you? I could really use a break."
Sharon smiled.  
  
"Cool," I said, smiling.  
  
"The more the merrier," said Sharon, smiling at mom. I saw mom smile back and
give a little wink at Sharon.  
  
"But please," laughed mom, "Let's take my car."  
  
"Good idea," Sharon snickered.  
  
"So tell me," asked mom as she picked up her purse and walked toward us. "How
did this team beat you by two points?"  
  
Dinner was great, as always and having mom there improved my mood a lot. She
and Sharon laughed and talked and the three of us were able to joke like we
haven't in a long time. The last couple of years have been rough in a lot of
ways and I think we had each settled into our own routines. This was a nice
break.  
  
On the way home, Sharon said, "Jason, I really appreciate you fixing my car
this afternoon. I have a few other things around the house that I could use
your help with. What do you think? Care to help out your old aunt?"  
  
"Sure, I can do that. What kind of stuff are you looking at?"  
  
"I don't know. Flickering lights, running toilets, stuff like that."  
  
"I'll be happy to take a look."  
  
"That's sweet of you, honey," mom sighed.  
  
"It's nothing," I shrugged.  
  
"Can you come over tomorrow?" asked Aunt Sharon.  
  
"Sure. I'll come over in the morning and look around. We'll talk about what
you need when I get there."  
  
"Looking forward to it," Sharon smiled.  
  
I arrived at Aunt Sharon's a little before 10. I knew she liked to work out
first thing and I didn't want to interrupt her routine. She answered the door
with her hair in a ponytail, and she had a fine sheen of sweat on her. She was
wearing a multicolored fitted lycra tank, and tiny black lycra shorts.  
  
"Hi," she smiled, stepping aside to let me in.  
  
"Hey. Let me guess. Yoga."  
  
"Pilates today," she winked with a smile.  
  
"Oh, well," I shrugged. "Maybe one day I'll be right."  
  
"Maybe. So what's on for today?"  
  
"I just need you to show me around to the things that aren't working right.
Then we can go get some things and you can help me fix them."  
  
"Me? Help?"  
  
"Sure. You know the saying, 'Teach a man to fish...?"  
  
"I don't know if I can do this stuff. Tony always took care of it."  
  
"And I'm sure he loved doing it, and I certainly don't mind coming over
whenever you need, but it's good to know you can handle minor repairs yourself
if you need to, right?"  
  
She shrugged. "I guess so."  
  
"That's all I'm doing. So show me what's up. Anything in the kitchen?"  
  
She showed me a couple of sticking drawers and loose hinges and handles, all
easy fixes. Room by room we went and checked things off. All three toilets
needed work, the kitchen faucet leaked, some outlets didn't work, the hallway
creaked, one of the door knobs didn't lock anymore, and a few other things.
Everything would be pretty simple, but we would definitely need some
materials.  
  
By the time we finished a starter list it was almost 11:30. "What do you say
you clean up and we'll get some lunch before heading over to the store?"  
  
"Okay. How much are we talking about spending?" she asked nervously.  
  
"Not more than a couple hundred dollars."  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Yeah. The small stuff can be an irritation and with most of them being easy
to fix, it won't cost much; it's just a matter of time and effort."  
  
She asked more questions on the way to the store, and I caught myself looking
at her legs again for a lot of the day: the drive over and back, walking
through the home improvement store (and watching her ass sway when she walked
ahead of me or walked away to pick up another item), and when we worked on
projects back at her house.  
  
Thanks to Tony's vast tool collection, Sharon didn't need to pick up any new
ones. Once we got back to her house I grabbed my backpack out of the
floorboard of my beat up S-10 and caught up with her at the porch. We both
carried a couple of bags from the store and as we set our bags on the kitchen
bar, I set my backpack on it as well.  
  
"I have a surprise for you," I said.  
  
"Oooh, a surprise!" she exclaimed.  
  
"Don't get too excited. It's just a few things to help us out."  
  
I opened a folder and showed her some papers. I had spent a couple of hours
creating some things to help her with basic home maintenance. I had made a map
of her home, marking things like the breaker panel, smoke detectors, water
main and gas shutoff valve. I listed things to check and to do when she
encountered an emergency like a water leak or gas fire, to minimize damage
while she awaited my arrival or the arrival of a repairman, and I listed some
good sites to visit for quick repair tips.  
  
She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek again, telling me how thoughtful I
was, and of course I was totally cool with getting a hug and kiss from Aunt
Sharon. "Tony would never have done this," she beamed. "He thought that home
maintenance was his job, not mine."  
  
"Well, I'm not Tony," I said with a smile.  
  
"No, you're not," she winked.  
  
After a couple of hours, mom texted me, telling me she was on her way home. I
told Sharon I needed to go so I could make dinner for mom.  
  
"Will you come back tomorrow?" she asked, hopeful.  
  
"Let me see what mom needs from me at home. I'll let you know either way."  
  
Mom arrived home just as I was pulling a turkey tenderloin from the oven.  
  
"Wow, that smells wonderful," she beamed.  
  
"Thanks," I smiled. "I thought you might like it. I'm finishing up the mashed
potatoes and I'm putting the rolls in to warm up. And we're having green
beans."  
  
With a kiss on the cheek and a side hug, she thanked me again. "I love you so
much, baby. Thank you for taking care of me."  
  
"Of course."  
  
"Let me go change. I'm in for the night."  
  
When she came out a few minutes later, I was piling food on our plates. She
carried them to the table and poured us some tea while I gathered the flatware
and settled in at my seat.  
  
"So you were at Sharon's today?" she asked.  
  
"Yes, ma'am. She has a few things around the house that need to be fixed. We
got some things to take care of it today, but I'll need to go back tomorrow to
finish up. I think I'm going to talk to her about teaching her a little about
cars and lawn care as well," I said.  
  
"Don't make yourself a burden," she reminded, raising one eyebrow.  
  
"I won't. I just want to help her get caught up, then I'll wait for her to
call me when she needs me."  
  
"It's sweet of you to help her out." She rested her hand on mine. "You're a
good man."  

I just smiled in response.  
  
I had texted Sharon that I would be back over in the morning, and she directed
me to come over at about 8, and not to eat breakfast first.  
  
I was on her porch a little after 8 and she opened the door, wearing a black
ribbed tank top and red running shorts with a gold Marine emblem on the thigh.
Her hair was back in a ponytail again, and I was impacted by both her
appearance and the smell of bacon.  
  
"You're late," she winked with a smile.  
  
"There was traffic," I lied.  
  
"Shut up," she laughed, pulling me in by the hand and pushing me toward the
kitchen. "I thought we could have a good breakfast together before we got
started. Do you still like cheesy scrambled eggs and pancakes?"  
  
"I guess," I pouted, rolling my eyes and dropping into a seat at the table.  
  
Sharon simply laughed and shook her head, setting down a glass of orange juice
in front of me. Breakfast was incredibly delicious and the mood lighthearted.
We laughed about all kinds of things and eased into discussing plans for the
day. We took our time eating, but at around 9 we started working on the
projects we had lined up.  
  
Sharon was a fast learner and in no time she was replacing toilet guts and
changing outlets. That afternoon she even wanted to go back and pick up a new
ceiling fan and light fixture for her bedroom. Even though I hadn't planned on
it, it was her house and I wanted her to be happy. I spent some of the time on
the ladder while she stood on a chair helping me, but when the fan was
securely attached, I watched her from below, her ass in my face, as she wired
and attached the light fixture to the fan. Once she was confident it was done
and I agreed, we walked out to the garage and she flipped the breaker back on.
She took a deep breath when she flipped the light switch on the wall and the
blades on the fan slowly started to move. She squealed and clapped her hands,
jumping up and down before wrapping me up in a tight hug and wrapping her legs
around my waist.  
  
I was surprised, but not displeased. I was careful to let go of her as soon as
she unwrapped herself from around me. I turned her toward the fan. "Go ahead,"
I said, "Turn on the light." She reached up and pulled the center chain, the
three decorative globes bursting with a golden white glow.  
  
"Oh, my god," she yelled. "We did it!"  
  
"You did it," I smiled. "You installed that fan and fixture. I just did some
of the heavier lifting."  
  
"Thank you, Jason," she said, kissing me quickly on the cheek and wrapping me
in her arms again, this time not letting go. I felt her begin to shake a
little and then heard a sniffle. I embraced her lightly. She squeezed me and
began to sob for real.  
  
I let her cry, not knowing what to do. After a few minutes she began speaking
into my shoulder, muffled explanations to her crying. "I can't tell you how
much it means to me that you would do this for me. Tony loved me, but wanted
to keep this from me so he could take care of it. I guess it was one of his
ways of providing for me. I always wanted to know how to do it so when he was
on deployment... or worse... I could handle it on my own, but he would never
let me learn to do it. If he wasn't here, one of his buddies would show up and
take care of it, but usually if it was something small I would have to wait
until he came back home.  
  
"But you... you invested in me, believed in me. You understood that this isn't
something that makes you seem weaker, but is instead something that makes me
stronger. You're not afraid of me not needing you, but you want me to learn to
be independent. And I love you for that, Jason. You're like Tony in so many
ways, but you're so different, too."  
  
"I'm not Tony," I said softly. She nodded into my shoulder before pulling
away. She wiped at her eyes and smiled slightly.  
  
"I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have done that."  
  
"No, don't apologize. I'm glad you told me. I want you to be able to tell me
anything. I want to be here for anything you need. Anything at all, okay?"  
  
"Okay. Thank you." I just nodded. "So," she said, clearing her throat, "Now
what?"  
  
"I think we've done plenty for today. The list we made up is complete."  
  
"Really?" she asked.  
  
"Really."  
  
"Wow."  
  
"Now, there are other things we can work on, like your car and yard, but we
can do that whenever. I don't want to overwhelm you."  
  
"How about we talk about that later. Tonight we can celebrate."  
  
"Sounds good to me," I smiled.  
  
I called mom. "Hey," I said. "We finished up Aunt Sharon's to-do list this
afternoon and she wants to celebrate. I'll be home late."  
  
"Remember what we talked about last night, Jason."  
  
"Yes, ma'am. I won't impose, I promise."  
  
"Okay. Well, I have a twilight open house tonight, and an early closing in the
morning, so I may not see you tonight anyway."  
  
"See you tomorrow, then. I love you."  
  
"I love you, too, honey."  
  
We hung up and Aunt Sharon said, "I'm ordering pizzas and wings. Why don't you
clean up and I'll get you a beer."  
  
"A beer? Really?"  
  
"You'll be fine. Besides, you can stay here tonight if you want since Tracy
won't be there to see you anyway."  
  
"I don't have anything to change into," I said.  
  
"Put your clothes in the washer and you can wear some of Tony's old stuff.
I'll lay it out for you."  
  
"If you're sure."  
  
"Of course," she said.  
  
Twenty minutes later I walked into the living room wearing the white Marines
t-shirt and black Marines running shorts that had been sitting outside the
bathroom door.  
  
"Wow," said Sharon. "That looks good on you." She sighed as she looked me
over. "I never realized how much you look like Tony. I'm going to clean up.
I'll be right back. If the pizza gets here before I get out, the money's on
the front table. Go ahead and help yourself to the beer."  
  
A little while later, Sharon walked into the kitchen as I pulled the foil off
the hot wings. I couldn't believe it! She looked amazing. Her hair was wet,
but combed out, and she was wearing an emerald green camisole top and matching
boy shorts.  
  
"Damn, Aunt Sharon," I muttered.  
  
"You don't mind, do you? I want to be comfortable."  
  
I just shook my head, afraid to utter another word.  
  
"Thanks for taking care of the pizza."  
  
"Uh, yeah. And I, uh, flipped on Hulu. Pick whatever you want."  
  
"Thanks."  
  
As we sat on the couch watching a pretty decent thriller, I went through two
full beers and Aunt Sharon was on her second when the movie ended. I had kept
glancing over at her and noticed that she had her legs curled up most of the
time, but a couple of times she would sit sideways and tuck her toes under my
legs, smiling at me. "I get a little chilly sometimes," she said.  
  
I felt my body responding to her simple contact, and thought maybe some of it
was the beer. That said, the truth is that I think almost any guy would
respond to Aunt Sharon wearing very little while sharing a couch late at
night.  
  
"I can get you a blanket if you want," I offered.  
  
"Let's wait till after this movie."  
  
"I'll be heading home," I said. "It's getting late."  
  
"You're not driving buzzed," she replied. "I already texted your mom and told
her you should just stay here so we can get started in the morning. She was
cool with it."  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Yep."  
  
"Cool."  
  
A few minutes later the credits rolled and Sharon stood up off the couch. "You
want another beer?"  
  
"I don't know that I should."  
  
"Go ahead. Now that you're not driving home..."  
  
"Oh, okay. Thanks."  
  
"Get us both one, and if you see any snacks you want, help yourself. I'm just
going to switch your clothes over into the dryer."  
  
I grabbed the wings and two more beers and walked back in, meeting Sharon at
the couch. I set the beers and wings down on the coffee table before plopping
down onto the couch.  
  
"Jase?" she asked. "Can I... uh... ask you a favor?"  
  
"Anything."  
  
Sharon was running her fingers back and forth along the hem of her shorts as
she bit her lip. "Well... having a man around the house, and seeing you in
Tony's Marine clothes, has had me thinking of him a lot. I was wondering if
you would... cuddle with me while we watched another movie."  
  
"Umm, I... guess." I was instantly nervous. How could I turn her down and why
would I want to? But I had to make something clear. "But I'm not Tony," I
reminded her. She smiled and nodded.  
  
She walked over to the television cabinet and opened the drawer filled with
movies, and she pulled one out of the back, tucked behind the back row. She
bit her lip again and tapped the case against her fingers. Clearing her
throat, she began, "Tony and I used to watch this on occasion. It's kind of
romantic and I really want to see it. Will you be okay watching it with me?"  
  
"I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders. She smiled and told me thanks,
before bending over and putting the disc into the player, her ass looking
amazing in the boy shorts. I closed my eyes. That's your aunt, dude, I
reminded myself.  
  
She settled in next to me before reaching over and picking up her beer. I
pressed play on the remote and took a sip of my own beer. Aunt Sharon lay on
her side and scooted to the front of the couch, patting the cushion behind
her. There wasn't much room, so I pulled the blanket off the back and removed
the back cushions. I pulled the blanket up over us and settled in behind Aunt
Sharon, leaving a few inches between us.  
  
She laughed after a couple of minutes. "You're the world's worst cuddler," she
said. "Tony would get nice and close."  
  
"Yeah, well, I'm not Tony," I muttered.  
  
She didn't seem to hear me, or at least didn't respond. I scooted up close to
her and she grabbed my hand, bringing it around to rest on her stomach. I took
a deep breath and tried to calm myself. The feel of her tone body pressed
against my front, and her bare legs against mine, was pretty exciting.  
  
Then the menu came up on the screen. Soft music played and a young woman was
kissing a young man romantically, overlaid with the movie title, written in
two fonts: a pink cursive font intermingled with a white bold print. Summer
Help, it was called. Shit, I thought, what have I gotten myself into?  
  
The movie plodded along for a short time, two beautiful young women, a petite
blonde and a more curvaceous brunette, talking and working outdoors at a small
rural cottage. They were apparently friends, as they talked and laughed,
talking about mutual friends and their longing for love. It wasn't long before
the heat of the day and the outdoor work prompted the brunette to suggest that
they clean up with an afternoon swim at the river. Next thing I knew, they
were stripping in the grass and sun by the banks of a broad river. It didn't
take long for their frolicking to turn into a long gaze and then a slow kiss.  
  
Sharon's ass ground subtly against my burgeoning erection. Sandwiched between
her taut form and the back of the couch, I had no options for retreat. I tried
to think of anything besides her body and the blatant lesbian lovemaking on
the screen, but my eyes and ears and body were under constant assault.  
  
I heard the moans of the nubile young women, mingled with gasps and murmurs.
Their hands and mouths made quick work of the nipples, necks, mouths and
mounds of each other. My aunt was clearly aroused. Her own breathing
increased, her hand gripped mine more tightly and she pressed back against me
in a shudder.  
  
I squeezed her back toward me and pressed my full erection against her
unashamedly. She gasped, but followed it with a moan, pressing herself against
me more fully with an unexpected boldness. She turned her head toward me and
looked into my eyes with longing.  
  
"Kiss me."  
  
"I can't."  
  
"I need you."  
  
"I'm not Tony," I whispered.  
  
"I know." There wasn't a doubt in her eyes. She knew what she was asking.  
  
Our lips had barely touched before her tongue grazed my upper lip. Our first
kiss and the eroticism were unmatched in my previous experience. She had been
bold in her request and her passionate kissing proved just as bold. She
already knew about my arousal, had felt it on her ass. Now the hand that had
been on my hand, was squeezing my hip, pulling me into her from behind. My
timber was trying to form a groove into one of her cheeks. Mirroring her own
boldness, I moved my hand smoothly, but rapidly up to cup one of her seemingly
perfect breasts. She groaned at my touch, so I squeezed, feeling her tiny
nipple on my palm.  
  
We kissed for a few moments before I backed away. We smiled at each other and
she settled back into the movie, with me settling in behind her again. Now my
hand roamed freely, caressing her thigh and hip. I would occasionally cup her
breast, or kiss her ear or neck.  
  
At some point during our make-out, a strong young man had showed up at the
cottage to help with something and predictably he had spied on the young women
as they made love. The brunette looked over the blonde head that was buried
between her thighs, and smiled at the toned, tanned handyman, never saying a
word. By the time she opened her eyes from her orgasm, he had stolen away
somewhere else.  
  
"Tony always wondered at this part, asking if I would ever consider being with
another woman."  
  
"What did you say?"  
  
"I could never answer," she shrugged. "Now that he's gone I wish I had taken
the time to seriously consider it and given him an answer."  
  
"If he were here to ask you, what would you say?" I asked quietly, stroking
her cheek as she continued to watch the movie.  
  
"He's not here," she smiled.  
  
"But I am," I smiled back.  
  
She turned her head to look at me. "You're not Tony," she teased.  
  
"No, I'm not."  
  
She didn't answer, but turned to look back at the screen. As the handyman
stepped out of his truck, the young brunette stood up from working in the
flower beds, her tanned legs long and lean in her short pink shorts and her
breasts full in the sleeveless print top. She wiped the back of her hand
across her forehead and smiled at him. He smiled back.  
  
"Should I make you a lunch today?" she invited.  
  
"What about your friend?"  
  
"She's in town for the day, and I hate to eat alone."  
  
"I could eat," he smiled.  
  
"I bet you could."  
  
"Noon?"  
  
"We swim at 11:30 to clean up and cool off. We'll picnic by the river."  
  
"11:30, then," he smiled before continuing down the brick sidewalk toward the
back of the house.  
  
"Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?" asked Aunt Sharon.  
  
"No."  
  
"You should do that. It's very freeing."  
  
"Where would I do that?"  
  
"Here."  
  
"Maybe."  
  
Unsurprisingly, the young man on the screen was enamored by the casual, yet
sensuous strip that the brunette did just for him as she prepared for her
lunchtime swim. She jumped into the river, coming up with a laugh and taunted
him. "I thought you were going to swim with me."  
  
"Well, I hate to be forward," he teased.  
  
"I promise not to get offended."  
  
"It's your picnic," he smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. His muscles were not
huge, but he was toned and tanned. She looked on approvingly as he undressed.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled off his boots before lowering his jeans.
His manhood was impressive as it hung freely between his legs, bringing a
giggle from the curvy young woman. He walked confidently toward the bank
before making a shallow dive.  
  
It didn't take long for their laughing and swimming to turn into a nervous
kiss. The scene transitioned smoothly to the two lovers kissing on the red and
white plaid picnic blanket. As they made love on the blanket, the camera was
not shy about picking up on the penetration, her pink labia gripping his slick
shaft as she rode him in the sun or as he thrust into her.  
  
Sharon's gasping was obvious and her eyes were glued to the giant shaft as it
penetrated the glistening pink pussy onscreen.  
  
"You still looking for that skinny-dip?" I whispered.  
  
"Are you up for it?" she asked, pressing against me as she emphasized "up."  
  
Instead of answering, I simply sat up, helping her up so I could get off the
couch. Extending my hand, I helped her off the couch. She led me out to the
pool, but didn't even turn on any lights. The yard was dark, the patio was
dark, and the pool was dark. I barely caught her silhouette in the light of
the half-moon, but it was enough to know that she was naked and was inviting
me to be naked with her.  
  
She slipped slowly into the pool before I even undressed at all, but like the
young brunette, she stayed in the water watching me. "You know, watching me
swim nude isn't the same as skinny-dipping WITH me," she snickered.  
  
"Sorry. I got distracted."  
  
"Well, why don't you try distracting me?"  
  
I was glad it was dark because I knew I didn't have the build that Tony did,
but at least I was okay with my prick. It was generous enough, from what I
understood, and I'd never had any complaints from the few girlfriends I'd had.
I tried to look calm as I stripped off my shirt and shorts.  
  
"Nice, Jason," complimented Sharon.  
  
"Thanks," I muttered, quickly making my way to the steps and slipping in to
the pool.  
  
She swam backwards away from me and I did my best to catch a good look as my
eyes adjusted, but it was mostly in vain. I finally decided after a few
minutes that I would stand in the shallow end. "Come here," I demanded
quietly.  
  
Sharon stopped swimming and looked at me. After a significant pause, she
paddled toward me. When she was only a few feet from me, she stood and the
moon lit her form gently. I could barely see her in the dim light, but it was
enough for me.  
  
"You're so beautiful," I told her.  
  
"So are you," she said, surprising me.  
  
I walked toward her, expecting her to move, but she didn't. As soon as I could
reach her, I took her hand in mine and the other hand caressed her wet hair
and cheek. She stepped forward and giggled a little when my erection touched
her stomach. She looked down between us, then back up at me with a smile. She
stepped forward again, trapping my member between us and pressing her breasts
into me. She quickly cupped the back of my neck in her hand and brought my
head down to kiss her. We kissed passionately, moaning into each other's
mouths and I finally felt bold enough to reach down and grip her ass, pulling
her into me.  
  
I was surprised when she pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around my
waist. The water was cold on my dick after being sandwiched between the heat
of our bodies. I turned toward the steps and walked to the edge of the pool. I
wanted to set her on the edge, but thinking of her comfort, I carried her to a
lounge chair instead.  
  
She sighed as I lay her back on the lounger and kissed her, the head of my
cock glancing against her thigh. We kissed, me straddling the lounger and
Sharon's legs splayed around my thighs. I leaned over her and kissed her
passionately. Supporting myself on one arm, I worked my way down her neck and
breasts, sucking on each nipple. We both knew where this was going it seemed,
and I had mixed feelings about it, but not enough to stop myself. Honestly I
didn't know that I could if I tried.  
  
"Damn, Sharon, you're so beautiful."  
  
"Thank you, Jase."  
  
"I've always thought so. I used to envy Tony. I'm sorry if that bothers you;
it's not my intent."  
  
"It doesn't bother me," she said, caressing my cheek. "Tony's not coming back.
But you're here, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this."  
  
I smiled, relieved, and kissed her again. I worked my way down and once I made
my way past her breasts, her understanding was probably clear because she
groaned. I continued to trail down and relished the feeling of her pubic hair
on my chin before I kissed her mound, then down to her labia. Her legs were
spread wide and while I couldn't see very well, I could certainly feel my way
around. All I tasted at first was the pool water, but it didn't take long for
me to pick up her natural taste. It was amazing. She cooed and groaned,
gripping my head as I worked my tongue in and around her pussy.  

"Oh, my god, Jason, that feels so good."  
  
"Your pussy tastes amazing, Sharon."  
  
"Say that again," she moaned.  
  
"I love the taste of your pussy, Sharon. I want to taste your cum. Come on my
tongue."  
  
"Keep it up and I will," she whined.  
  
I moved up to her clit and focused all my attention there, but also pressed my
middle finger into her. She appreciated that, judging by the sounds she was
making and her writhing hips.  
  
"Here it comes. Oh, damn!" She thrust aggressively against my mouth and hand
before freezing against my face. I continued to lash her clit with my tongue
as she rode out her orgasm. Settling back onto the lounger, she laughed a
little, covering her face with one hand while stroking my cheek with the
other. "Oh, my god, Jason. That was incredible. It's been soooo long since
anyone has done that for me. Thank you."  
  
"Don't thank me. I enjoyed it."  
  
"Let's go inside. I think we should both get more comfortable."  
  
She sat up and reached for me, prompting me to help her up off the lounge
chair. She kissed me again, and then licked her lips. "Mmm," she said. "You're
right. I do taste good."  
  
"Holy fuck," I groaned.  
  
"You like that?" she laughed, pulling me into the house by my erection.  
  
I just enjoyed the feel of her small, soft hand as she led me into the house.
As we walked into the living room, I heard moaning and soft music coming from
the television and saw the blonde writhing on the handyman's face while the
brunette bounced on his cock, her generous tits bouncing on her chest.  
  
"It's okay," Sharon said, looking at me, but never stopping, "Tony always
loved that scene the best."  
  
"With a bride like you, what would he need another woman for?"  
  
"You're sweet," she smiled. Letting go of my prick, she quickly moved behind
me and pushed me down the hall, laughing.  
  
She practically forced me onto the bed. As I bounced on my back, she knelt on
my thighs and ran her hands over my chest, asking, "Fuck or suck?"  
  
"Uh..."  
  
"You're getting both tonight, so it's just a question as to which you want
first."  
  
"Oh, fuck," I said.  
  
"Good enough." She slid forward and ground herself against me. Since her pussy
was already wet, it wouldn't take much to settle onto me. "I'm looking forward
to this. I've wanted it for a long time." Before I could say anything, she
slid all the way down onto me.  
  
"Oh, my god, Sharon."  
  
"Don't be shy, Jase. You can touch me anywhere you want. I want to feel your
hands on me. And don't be too gentle," she winked.  
  
I grasped her thighs up by her hips and she rose up until I was nearly all the
way out and then lowered herself all the way down. As much as I hated to see
her hide her eyes from me when she closed them in ecstasy, the look of sexual
pleasure on a woman's face is intoxicating in itself.  
  
It may have been a long time since she'd had sex, but she apparently hadn't
forgotten a single thing. She was incredible, gripping and squeezing me with
her muscles, grinding, riding deep and shallow, rotating her hips. Wow! I
loved watching her modest, round tits bounce lightly as she rode me, her light
pink nipples dancing with her movement.  
  
She invited me to touch her wherever I wanted, and I did. She never leaned
down so that I could use my mouth, but I touched her legs, tits, ass and just
touched her skin wherever I could reach. I was so enamored with her beauty and
sensuality that the thought of pulling her down onto me, didn't even occur to
me. I lasted longer than I thought I would, but not as long as I would have
liked.  
  
"Sharon, I'm getting close," I grunted.  
  
"What do you want? In or out?"  
  
"What?"  
  
"Do you want to come in me or see it on me?" she asked breathily, never
stopping.  
  
"In!" I groaned. I really didn't care at the time. Just having my aunt fucking
me was already more pleasure than I could have imagined.  
  
She picked up the pace, bouncing on my lap, her thighs slapping mine. She let
me know I wasn't alone. "I'm coming with you, Jase," she whined. "Let it go!"  
  
I did. The fire burned from my thighs and stomach, up through my cock and into
my aunt's pussy. She dropped fully onto me and convulsed before dropping onto
my chest and forcing her tongue into my mouth. We came down from our orgasms
kissing each other passionately.  
  
She lay on me and neither of us said anything for a while as I stroked her
back.  
  
"Aren't you glad I texted your mom?" she giggled.  
  
"Very."  
  
"Me, too. Just so I know, are you done for the night?"  
  
"Uh...no," I laughed. "I can go at least one more time."  
  
"Oh, yeah?"  
  
"Yep. And next time I'm going to drill you into the mattress."  
  
"Mm, I like the sound of that," she cooed.  
  
I reached down and cupped her ass when she slid up to kiss me. It didn't take
much for me to begin to stir again. She felt it on her thigh and reached down
to squeeze me. I groaned at her touch. She pushed herself up off my chest and
looked me in the eye. "I think it's time I return the favor," she smiled.  
  
"Suck away," I smiled.  
  
She laughed and continued to stroke me, settling between my knees. "I love
your cock, Jason," she said. "It's a great size and shape, and it filled me up
just right." She looked as if she was inspecting it. She looked it over,
kissed it, and stroked it. As she continued to stroke it lightly, she kissed
the tip, licking around the head before sucking on it. She varied her
technique, working her lips, tongue, fingers, and throat to bring me off. I
couldn't believe she was sucking me, although I shouldn't have been surprised
since she had just fucked me.  
  
She straddled my leg and began grinding herself against me, using my shin to
get off while she sucked me. She started using her fingers on my balls, while
using her other hand to stroke me lightly. She sucked up along the bottom of
my shaft and when she got to the top again she began bobbing on my cock,
taking more and more of me into her mouth as she got used to its size.  
  
"Damn, Sharon."  
  
"You like that?"  
  
"Oh, god, yeah!"  
  
"I just hope I can take this whole thing. It's been a while since I've
deepthroated." Without giving me a chance to respond, she quickly and smoothly
pressed down until her lips were rested against me. I actually felt her throat
move aside to take me in; I'd never been deepthroated before, and couldn't
believe the feeling.  
  
"Holy shit, Sharon!" I groaned. "That's amazing."  
  
She backed off and stroked me, my shaft dripping with her saliva. "Now that I
know I can take it, I need you to go ahead and fuck my face. Use me however
you want. I promise I can handle it." She winked at me and placed my hand on
the back of her head.  
  
She took half of me into her mouth and nodded a little as she looked me in the
eye. I thrust my hips up a little, burying myself into her throat before
dropping my hips onto the bed again. I just had to know she was okay with it.
She smiled a little and moaned, keeping her eyes closed. For the next couple
of minutes I gripped her hair and guided her up and down on my cock. As my
orgasm began to approach I held her head still and began thrusting my hips
again. I could feel the back of her hand on my shin as she played with her
clit. She came with a grunt and pinched her eyes closed. Her throat closed up
even tighter and seeing her come while I thrust deep into her mouth, forced my
climax forward. I held her head tight against my groin as I fired into her
throat. Her throat convulsed rhythmically and I could only guess that was her
trying to swallow, although I didn't know how she would do it with my prick
obstructing her passage.  
  
Sharon pulled her mouth off, keeping her lips sealed around me as she
withdrew. She sucked me clean, leaving only a soft gloss on my shaft and head.
She wiped the tears from her eyes, laughing a little.  
  
"Wow," she giggled, "I forgot how much that turned me on."  
  
"No one's ever done that for me before. That was fucking incredible."  
  
"Yeah, well, next I'm expecting some incredible fucking."  
  
"Not until I taste you again." She squealed when I grabbed her and threw her
onto the bed, immediately forcing my face against her pussy. She didn't
hesitate to grab my head and grind herself against my mouth. Over the course
of a few minutes, she came twice. Hard.  
  
When I was hard again and while she was still coming down from her second
orgasm, I pressed her legs up with my shoulders until she was almost in half
and I was up on my hands and knees, my arms straight. I forced myself into her
quickly, causing her to yelp again.  
  
"OH, SHIT!" she belted as I held myself into her as deep as I could after
burying myself on the first thrust. "Damn, baby, that feels amazing." Her
hands squeezed my triceps in a death grip. She looked so beautiful, her face
with a sexy glare, tits pressed in, and tight legs bent back.  
  
I pulled out and began moving slowly in and out, bringing a series of moans
and obscenities, depending on how hard or fast or deep I thrust into her. I
tried to vary it for both our benefits, but also made it a point of paying
close attention to her responses. Had I not already had two strong orgasms I
probably wouldn't have lasted long because she was so responsive.  
  
"I'm ready," she said. "Fuck me hard and spray me with your cum. I want to see
it." I released her legs and she wrapped them around me. I dropped my hips to
bring myself along. Between the feeling of my head rubbing her front wall, the
back of her pussy caressing the underside of my head, and my balls dragging
along the sheets, I was ready to blow in under a minute.  
  
"Here it is!" I called. Just as I felt the first blast, I pulled out. She
grabbed my shaft and stroked it quickly while I hovered over her groin,
splattering her with a generous dose of semen. While not especially impressive
in quantity, the intensity of the climax was amazing. I knew I would have a
good morning brew after a night's rest.  
  
I fell back on my heels, still between Sharon's legs. She lay before me,
lightly tanned, eyes aglow, red hair splayed out on the pillow, with small
pools of my semen on her stomach and reddish-brown tuft of pubic hair. Her
pussy looked absolutely worn out, but I wanted to taste it again anyway.  
  
It must have been the way I was looking at it because Sharon said, "Don't even
think about it. I'm done for the night." I looked up and she had a satisfied
smile on her face. She sat up on the bed, kissed me quickly on the lips and
walked to the bathroom to clean herself up. As we brushed our teeth together
(she gave me one of those free toothbrushes from the dentist), we looked each
other over in the mirror.  
  
I settled in beside her in her bed, not even bothering to shut off the lights
in the living room. Sharon immediately lay her head on my chest and draped her
arm and leg over me as I caressed her back lightly. I don't remember either of
us drifting off to sleep, but waking up to sunlight forced me to realize that
we had.  
  
I was just getting adjusted to the sunlight in the room when Sharon walked in,
wearing a short blue cotton robe, carrying a glass of grape juice and my cell
phone.  
  
"Oh, good. You're awake. I hated to disturb you, but your mom apparently
texted you a little while ago. You still like grape, right?"  
  
"My favorite. Thank you." She smiled as she handed me the juice and phone. I
took a sip of the grape juice while I unlocked my phone to read the message.  
  
"Home today or Sharon's? The yard needs work."  
  
I showed it to Sharon. "Why don't I help you with your yard? I can learn just
as easily there and it'll benefit you instead of me."  
  
"You don't have to do that."  
  
"Jason, will you please shut up and just accept my help?" she smiled.  
  
I nodded with a smile and texted mom. "Back home this morning. I'll take care
of the yard."  
  
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, nervous about what I had to say. I
opened them back up and looked at Sharon, who had settled onto the foot of her
bed. "Aunt Sharon, about last night..."  
  
"I enjoyed it, too," she smiled.  
  
"What I mean is... I don't...I want us to..." I couldn't figure out how to say
what I needed to.  
  
Sharon's hand touched my leg through the covers. "We're okay, Jason," she
nodded. "You didn't do anything I didn't want to do. You didn't take advantage
of me, and I'm happy about what happened. Do you feel okay with it?"  
  
"Yeah. I do," I smiled. "I just didn't want to take advantage of you at all or
mess up our relationship. I mean, I love you, Aunt Sharon, and I don't want
things to get weird between us."  
  
"I love you, too, Jase. Let me assure you that, looking back in the light of
day, fully sober, I really enjoyed myself. I knew what I was doing. If I took
advantage of you, I'm sorry. We can stop if you want to, and I'll be okay with
it."  
  
I set my juice down on the nightstand and nodded pensively. "Thank you for
saying that, Aunt Sharon." I suddenly dove at her, causing her to squeal and
laugh as I pinned her to the bed and tickled her ribs. We laughed as I tried
to keep her pinned down while she tried to kick me off of her, squirming
beneath me.  
  
"Stop!" she laughed. "You're gonna make me pee!"  
  
"Eww," I said. "I didn't know you were a bed wetter." I continued to tickle
her as she laughed and begged me to stop. "Okay, I'll stop," I said as I
stopped tickling her. "On one condition."  
  
"Okay, okay," she giggled, trying to settle herself down. "What's the
condition?"  
  
I turned serious. "That you let me love you."  
  
She stopped giggling and looked at me. She quietly asked, "Do I get to love
you back?" I nodded. "Deal."  
  
I pulled her up to sit next to me again, and gave her a hug and a quick kiss
on the lips. "Now go pee before I have to change your sheets."  
  
She smiled as she stood. "When I get back, we'll need to change the sheets
anyway." I groaned as she left the room, and I fell back onto the pillows.  
  
A moment later I heard the toilet flush and heard Sharon say, "That's what I
like to see." I lifted my head up and Sharon was standing in her doorway
naked. I was already naked, lying on her bed and my erection had started to
rise as I thought about her. When she walked in she must have seen me naked,
sprawled on her bed with an erection. She approached the bed, her tits
bouncing a little with each step.  
  
"And that's what I like to see," I replied, eyeing her body.  
  
"You just like to look?" she asked, placing her knee on the bed before knee-
walking over to me.  
  
"Nope. I like to touch and taste."  
  
She straddled my head, facing my feet, and took me into her mouth as I tasted
her. "Mmm," she moaned. "I love your tongue on me. And your cock is perfect."
She resumed her work.  
  
I didn't think I was going to last long with the intense stimulation. I pushed
her off of me. "I'm sorry, Sharon, but I need to be inside you again."  
  
"Oh, goody! Here," she said, quickly settling onto her hands and knees. "Fuck
me from behind this time." She wiggled her ass at me, that amazing ass. Her
dripping wet pussy, pink with arousal, glared at me from between her perfect
cheeks.  
  
I didn't even say a word, but instead just plowed into her on the first
thrust, gripping her hips.  
  
"FUCK!" she yelled. "Oh, my god, you're deep!"  
  
I withdrew and plowed into her again, bringing a series of grunts and cursing.
It felt like she was fighting to keep me from withdrawing. My nerves were
tingling with the surface of her insides against the surface of my head and
shaft. My balls slapped against her lips and clit every time I bottomed out.  
  
"Pull my hair," Sharon demanded.  
  
"What?" I asked, having never been asked that before.  
  
"Pull my hair, dammit! Take control!" She sounded winded, but fully coherent.  
  
I grabbed her hair in a makeshift rein and when I pulled it back, still
driving into her, her head came back and she grunted, "Fuck, yeah! Do me,
Jase! Pound that fucking cock into me! Make me your whore!"  
  
What the hell is going on? I thought. But I couldn't deny the feeling of power
and control it gave me, so I really began railing into her. Her wails and
yelps filled the house as I pounded into her for all I was worth. She never
announced her climax, but I knew it when it happened. She squealed and
convulsed, and it felt like she was pissing all over me. Her hot juices
splashed back around me and ran down my thighs. This happened three times in
pretty quick succession and before I knew it I was about to blow my load.  
  
If she wanted me to take control, I was going to take control. I hoped she
didn't hate me after this, but I could always plead insanity if she did,
right? I pulled out and pulled her head toward me by her hair as I demanded,
"Suck it!" She immediately captured my shaft in her mouth when I pulled her
around while taking a couple of steps toward her on my knees. I never let go
of her hair, but instead used it to control her head while I thrust into her
throat.  
  
She was supporting herself with one arm while her other hand worked her over.
She continued to make lewd sucking and gagging noises while I forced myself
into her throat repeatedly. "Shit! Here it comes!" Flashes of light burst in
my eyelids as my orgasm hit, but I was able to pull out and without even
touching myself, blasted shot after shot of thick cream right onto her face
and hair. I was able to open my eyes after the second pulsing blast and was
amazed at her wide-open mouth, red face and streams of cum on her face. Again
I blasted her face and again and again and again. I fell back, dizzy, letting
go of Sharon's hair, but she lunged at my cock and cleaned it off, even while
I was still dribbling my release. Her eyes were bloodshot, watery, and filled
with lust. She scared me a little bit. But as soon as she slid up my cock that
final time and let the clean head pop free, she sat back with a huge smile.  
  
"Now THAT was a morning fuck!" she laughed. "Oh, my god, Jase! I didn't know
you had it in you! I haven't been fucked like that in years. I'm totally going
to be sore later on." She laughed again while wiping the streams of jizz off
her face. She wiped her hands on the sheet, then pulled the sheet up to wipe
her face.  
  
"Wow," was all I could say. "I never would have guessed..." I just shook my
head.  
  
"Don't worry; I'm not like that all the time. Sometimes I like it rough and
sometimes I like it gentle." She just shrugged. "Come on," she said, reaching
for me. "Help me get these sheets off the bed and into the wash, then we'll
take a shower before heading over to your house."  
  
We pulled the sheets off her bed (they were soaked) and enjoyed a mutually
relaxing and satisfying shower. She started blowing me again, but I just
couldn't get going yet. She wasn't disappointed. She just promised to try
again later after he got over the initial shock.  
  
We stopped for a fast food breakfast on the way over to my house and Sharon
helped me pull weeds while we talked. While I worked the push mower, I taught
her how to use the gas trimmer/edger, and we were done by lunch. She made
lunch while I blew the grass clippings off the driveway and sidewalk.  
  
The breeze was cooler in the shade of the front porch where we sat on the
steps eating the turkey and cheese sandwiches Sharon had made for us. "I
really appreciate you helping me out over here, Aunt Sharon; you didn't need
to do that."  
  
"You didn't have to come help me at my house, either, but you did. When I said
I wanted to love you back, this kind of stuff is included." She smiled and
took a sip of her Mountain Dew.  
  
I nodded with a smile. "I know, and it's all the more reason to love you."  
  
She seemed content with that and looked back over the yard. "So I got to use
my first power tool today, huh?"  
  
"Oh, the trimmer?"  
  
"Yeah."  
  
"You did a great job. It looks really good."  
  
"Thanks. So what else do we need to do?"  
  
"There's always work to do in a yard, but we're done for the day. Let me just
clean off the lawnmower and we'll clean up."  

Sharon watched as I used the air compressor to blow the grass and dust off the
mower when Mom pulled up.  
  
"The yard looks great, guys! Thank you!"  
  
"Hey, Tracy," said Sharon. "Glad to help out."  
  
I coiled up the air hose and rolled the mower back to its corner of the garage
before walking over to the ladies and getting my can of soda from Sharon.  
  
"Jason," Mom asked, "Could you give me a moment alone with your aunt?"  
  
"Sure, Mom." I hope she didn't see the knot in my stomach. She didn't know
anything, right? How could she know?  
  
I walked in and sat on a barstool at the kitchen counter flipping through the
channels to see if anything good was on while I waited for Mom and Sharon to
finish their talk. A few minutes later Mom came in, but didn't look upset.  
  
"Is everything all right, Mom?" I asked.  
  
"Fine, honey. I just wanted to make sure you weren't being an imposition on
your aunt. She assured me you weren't."  
  
"I tried not to be. I'm trying to do what you told me."  
  
"I know you are."  
  
"How did your open house go?"  
  
"Not too bad," she sighed, plopping the package of Oreos on the counter
between us before reaching for a glass to pour some milk. She continued to
talk as she poured her glass and put the milk away. "It's really a beautiful
home and I had some good prospects, but it's hard to tell. The house is kind
of expensive, so I expect a long volley of offer-counteroffer if anyone bites
at all."  
  
"Well, if anyone can sell that house, Mom, you can."  
  
"Thank you, baby. You're sweet. So," she sighed, "How'd it go at Sharon's?"  
  
"Great," I said. "She's a fast learner. She even installed a ceiling fan last
night."  
  
"Why'd you need to stay late?" She didn't even look at me as she asked, but
instead focused on twisting her Oreo apart to eat the cream from the center.  
  
"She wanted to celebrate so she got us pizza and wings and we watched a movie
on Hulu."  
  
"So why'd you need to stay late?" she repeated, looking at me as she broke off
a piece of the cookie and ate it.  
  
"She, uh, she let me drink some and didn't want me driving."  
  
"I thought so. I'll have to talk to her about that," she said.  
  
"Mom, don't. It's okay. I know I'm not quite the legal age yet, but it was
only beer, and I only had a couple, and—"  
  
"What's 'a couple'?"  
  
"Four."  
  
"Four's not a couple, Jason." She looked at me with that one eyebrow raised as
she peered at me like she was wearing reading glasses, but tried to look over
them without lifting her head.  
  
"Yes, ma'am. A few."  
  
"Okay, then. Did you know your father was an alcoholic?"  
  
"What? No."  
  
"Yep. I just want you to know because we need to keep an eye on your use.
There is supposed to be some kind of genetic component or something; I don't
really get it, but they think that's why so many alcoholics have children who
become alcoholics. Just be careful."  
  
"Yes, ma'am, I will."  
  
"That said, it was good of Sharon to keep you at her house so you didn't
drive."  
  
"Yes, ma'am."  
  
"Be sure to tell her I said thank you," she said before downing her milk and
kissing me on the cheek. "I'm going to go take a nap. I'll make us dinner when
I get up."  
  
"Okay. I love you, mom. I'm sorry for drinking like that."  
  
"Don't worry about it, baby. Just be careful. I love you, too."  
  
When she went upstairs I called Sharon.  
  
"Hey," she said, sounding out of breath.  
  
"Weights today?"  
  
"How'd you guess?" she sounded surprised.  
  
"Because you're breathing heavy and I'm not there." She laughed at that. "I
just talked to Mom."  
  
"Oh, yeah?"  
  
"Yeah. She said to tell you thank you for not letting me drive after drinking.
Did you know my dad was an alcoholic?"  
  
"Well, Tony mentioned it, but he never liked your father anyway, so I didn't
know what was true when Tony talked about him."  
  
"Mom's worried about me becoming one, too."  
  
"That makes sense. Tell you what, no more drinking when you're over here."  
  
"Mom seemed to be okay with just a couple, but you may need to cut me off."  
  
"We'll see."  
  
"What do you have planned for tomorrow?" I asked, hopeful.  
  
"Nothing really. I need to go to some of the shops in town for some new
merchandise."  
  
"Want some company?"  
  
"Yes, but I really think I should go alone, because I always go alone. We need
to keep as normal an appearance as possible for your mom."  
  
"Oh," my heart sank. "I guess you're right. When can I see you again?"  
  
"I don't know exactly. Soon, though, I promise."  
  
"Okay. I love you, Aunt Sharon."  
  
"I love you, too, Jase."  
  
After we hung up, I went to my room and played a couple of first-person
shooter games that didn't take much thought, and just wanted to get my
frustrations out. I was upset at Sharon, Mom, and myself, but didn't know
exactly why or in what portions. As I played I thought about the last half an
hour and the conversations I had had with both of them and I came to realize
that neither of them was expressing anything but love and care for me and I
settled down.  
  
After finishing with my games, I poked around online for a little while until
I heard Mom go downstairs. When she called me to dinner, she still didn't seem
upset and I was no longer upset at her or at Sharon.  
  
The next few days were like they had always been, with me going to soccer
practice, hanging out with my teammates, and taking care of things around the
house.  
  
Thursday afternoon the phone rang and Mom answered. "Hello?. . . Oh, hi . . .
I don't think so . . . Sure, I'll tell him . . . Okay. Bye." As she sat back
down, she said, "Your aunt Sharon bought an armoire yesterday and needs you
and your truck to help her pick it up and get it back to her house. She said
be there by 9."  
  
My heart leaped and I tried not to show it. "Okay, I can do that."  
  
"Thank you, sweetie. I'm sure she will be very appreciative."  
  
I nodded and piled some more potatoes on my plate.  
  
It was 8:45 when I showed up at Sharon's door with a knot in my stomach. She
met me at the door wearing her usual short denim shorts and tight t-shirt,
probably how she got such a good deal on her merchandise. I wouldn't be
surprised if the guy who sold her the armoire stayed to watch her load it.  
  
"Lookin' good, Aunt Sharon," I said with a smile.  
  
"What? This old thing?" she teased in an overly dramatic southern accent. This
made me laugh. She stepped in and gave me a kiss on the lips, one arm around
my waist while her other hand rested on the doorknob. "Thank you for coming to
help me, Jase," she said sincerely.  
  
"It's my pleasure."  
  
"Not yet, it isn't," she winked.  
  
I shook my head with a smile. "So do you have any rope in the garage?"  
  
"Beats me," she shrugged, waving me into the house. I stepped inside and
walked through the living room and kitchen and out into the garage with Aunt
Sharon following me.  
  
I looked through Tony's cabinets on the wall and found some rope, but when I
opened the next cabinet I said, "Even better." I pulled out some cargo straps
with ratcheting tensioners and pulled down some of his blankets he had stored
on the shelf above them. "This should do it," I said, closing the cabinet
doors.  
  
When we got to the indoor flea market I followed Aunt Sharon to the booth at
the back and met an older couple. They exchanged pleasantries with Aunt
Sharon, who introduced me simply as Jason. The older gentleman, Burt, told me
to follow him back and behind the curtain at the back of their booth was a
pretty decently sized partition area for storage. "Here it is," he said,
patting the side of a large, worn armoire. He pulled a "sold" sign off of it
that had Sharon's name and phone number and asked, "You gonna be able to
handle this all right?"  
  
"Uh, I, uh... I think so," I said, surprised at the size of it.  
  
"Here," he said, turning around, "Use my hand truck to get it to your truck,
then bring it back to me."  
  
"Yes, sir. Thank you."  
  
He watched as I tried to settle the hand truck behind it, but it didn't take
him long before he felt he needed to direct me. "What you want to do is, you
put the truck under the edge of it, strap it in good and tight, then hold the
armoire so you can control it. It might seem easier to strap it to the front
or back, but when you're trying to maneuver it through the doors, you'll think
different."  
  
He pulled it back toward himself a little so I could get the hand truck under
it, then helped me settle the strap on it before I cranked it tight onto the
hand truck. Just like he said, it was easier to maneuver by holding the chest
itself, even though it was ungodly how heavy it was (solid oak, he had laughed
before wishing me luck), but once I got under it and let it rest on my
shoulder with Sharon being my eyes, we were able to get it out to the truck.
The blankets provided the padding we needed to protect the wood and ratchets
kept the tie-downs tight. After returning his hand truck, we told Burt and
Lois good-bye, Sharon giving them her card, asking for other furniture she
might be interested in. They promised to call her if anything fitting her bill
came in, and we were on our way.  
  
"Thanks for asking me to help," I said sarcastically as we climbed into the
truck.  
  
Sharon laughed. "Aawww, did widdle Jason get tired moving the big, heavy
dwesser?"  
  
"Shut up," I laughed.  
  
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Okay, I'm sorry. Thank you for
helping me out today, Jason. I never would have been able to get that thing
home by myself."  
  
"No problem," I said.  
  
"I bet I could think of a way to show you how much I appreciate your help."
Her hand slid up my thigh under my shorts until she was gripping my prick
through my underwear.  
  
"Is everything about sex? God!" I snapped, pulling her hand out of my shorts.  
  
She smiled at my jab, catching my sarcasm since this was much of how we
related. "You're right," she said, turning to face the windshield. "No more
sex. Got it." She kept her knees together, her hands rested on her thighs,
looking innocent and prim. She slid her sunglasses down from her hair and
tried to keep her lips from curling up at the corners.  
  
"Thank you," I said. I started the truck and drove to her house. Any time I
tried to start a conversation, Aunt Sharon would give me a curt response or a
one-word answer. She was locking me out. We drove the rest of the way in
silence, though I'd hoped we were both only feigning irritation. I knew I was.  
  
I backed into her driveway and after a few minutes of struggling, using a
better hand truck and home made wooden furniture dolly Tony had made, we were
able to stand the armoire up in a corner of the garage. Sharon folded up the
blankets while I wrapped up the cargo straps before stacking everything back
into the cabinet.  
  
"I'm sorry I snapped at you," I said, apologizing just in case.  
  
"I win," she smiled.  
  
"Dammit!" I laughed. "You always win. After a while it gets hard to tell if
you're mad at me or not."  
  
"That's because I'm goooooood."  
  
That made me laugh and I caught her in a tight hug, bringing a squeal and
laughter. I slung her over my shoulder and carried her down the hall to her
room before throwing her on the bed.  
  
"Oh, you beast, you!" she laughed, lying on her back, one knee up and her hair
splayed all over the place. She stretched like a cat, her arms over her head
and her back arched. "Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?"  
  
"I have some ideas."  
  
"I hope one of them is bathing. You stink."  
  
"That's the smell of raw power and brute strength."  
  
"Well, I hope it comes off," she giggled, pinching her nose. She quickly sat
up and said, "It's still early in the day. Everyone's at work and that pool is
calling our name."  
  
"What about that shower?" I asked.  
  
"Use the outside shower to rinse off the grime and then we can swim a little
while before lunch."  
  
"Sounds good to me," I smiled.  
  
She dragged me out to the patio and confirmed that the neighbors were quiet
before turning on the open shower and stripping herself bare. "Come on," she
said. I quickly stripped and joined her under the cool spray. She rubbed my
chest and neck, then hugged me against herself and stroked my back as the
water ran down over my shoulders. She reached behind me to turn off the
shower, then trotted over to the pool and jumped in with a splash. I was close
behind her and as soon as my head broke the surface, she was pressed up
against me, our faces inches apart.  
  
"There," she said. "I can see you much better in the daylight."  
  
"And I can see you much better in the daylight."  
  
She pushed back away from me, kicking her legs as she floated on her back. "Do
you like what you see?"  
  
"It's okay, I guess," I shrugged noncommittally.  
  
"You're a dick," she laughed, splashing me by kicking her feet. I tried to
grab her foot, but she kicked harder, turning over to swim quickly away.  
  
Rather than chase her, I grabbed an inflatable raft off the side of the pool
and pulled it in before reclining on it with my eyes closed. I was well aware
that I was fully exposed like this, but the sun was warm, my hot aunt was
naked with me and this was actually quite relaxing.  
  
"I like that," I heard her say before I looked up and saw her approaching in
the waist-deep water.  
  
"You look so hot, Sharon." Her tits were exposed, with her pale berry nipples
twisted up, either from the cool of the water or the heat in her belly.  
  
She grabbed the corner of the raft next to my head and pulled it toward her,
spinning me around a little bit. I was a little hard from watching her, but
when she was close she kept one hand on the corner of the raft and kissed me
long and deep while her other hand slid down to my shaft before gripping it in
her tiny soft hand. Naturally I became even harder. Soon I was at full
strength with her stroking me gently, her light grip gliding across my cool
wet skin.  
  
Without another word, Sharon pushed the raft away a little bit before grabbing
the tail end of it by my feet and pulling it toward her again so I was looking
down my body at her. She smiled at me when she pushed my feet out to the
sides. I took the hint and spread them so that my legs bent at the knees with
my calves and feet dangling in the water. Aunt Sharon pulled me toward her a
little more, leaning her upper body on the silver raft and causing it to bend
into the water under her weight.  
  
Her feet were still on the pool bottom and her left arm held my thigh, keeping
me in place. The warmth of her mouth and the firm grip of her right hand
around the base of my erection were stark contrasts to the cool relaxation of
floating in the pool. Her wet hair was pushed back out of her face, but a
couple of wet strands hung down when she bent forward to take me into her
mouth. She released my cock to tuck one strand behind her ear and when she
returned that hand to me, it cupped and caressed my balls.  
  
I moaned at the work of her tongue, swirling around the head and cupping my
shaft as she bobbed. She would sometimes turn her head and slide her mouth
down the side of my shaft, smiling around me as she did. I about lost it when
she winked at me with her lips separated by the length of my veiny shaft.  
  
"You look amazing when you're blowing me, Aunt Sharon."  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Really."  
  
"You sure I don't look like a filthy whore?"  
  
"Not right now. Right now you look like... I don't know... like... there's
love in your eyes."  
  
She lifted off of me, her hand still stroking me gently. Her look was serious.
"I do love you."  
  
"I love you, too," I said.  
  
"Not like an aunt, Jason. Like a woman. I'm in love with you."  
  
I was surprised, caught off guard. As butterflies stirred in my stomach and
chest, I felt my face fade into a smile, one I couldn't stop if I'd wanted to.
She smiled in relief at my response. "I'm in love with you, too, Aunt Sharon."  
  
She smoothly went back to loving me. She didn't seem so concerned about
drawing an orgasm out of me, or acting dirty. She just... loved me. She made
love to me with her mouth and hands, gentle, long, strong, creative. I was
enjoying it, but I wasn't anywhere close to coming.  
  
Sharon stopped and pulled herself up further onto the raft. I held her under
her arms so that we could pull together. Her chest and belly grazed across the
underside of my cock where it was sandwiched between us. She rotated around,
so she carefully sat astride me with her back to my chest as we both reclined,
one of my arms around her waist and the other resting on the inflatable arm of
the raft with a coaster in it.  
  
With her head on my shoulder, she turned her face to kiss me. My cock was
sticking straight up between her legs and she brought one hand down to press
it against her pussy. Her other hand was caressing the back of my head while
we kissed.  
  
"Is that what you needed help with?!" a voice cried out angrily.  
  
We both whipped our heads around to see my mother, face red and nostrils
flaring. We tried in vain to cover ourselves, but were clumsy and awkward on
that raft.  
  
"Tracy!" Our cry was simultaneous. "Mom!"  
  
"Dammit, Sharon! I trusted you!" Mom turned to storm out the gate.  
  
"Tracy, wait!" Sharon cried, scrambling to the side and splashing into the
water. She was sobbing as she tried to make her way quickly to the stairs, but
Mom was much faster since she wasn't competing with the water.  
  
"Mom! Sharon!" I called out, falling sideways into the pool as Sharon had.
"Mom! Wait! Please!" The iron latch clanged shut, the wooden gate vibrating
against the post as she slammed it closed.  
  
By the time I caught up with Sharon near the gate at the end of the house, Mom
was peeling off down the street and Sharon had her face in her hands, sobbing.
I tried to calm her down with a hug, but she pulled away and walked quickly
toward the house, still naked, but it's almost as if I didn't notice. Neither
of us was in any mood.  
  
I walked into the house and down to Sharon's room where she was just putting
on a tank top and had already slipped on a pair of running shorts.  
  
She pointed to the bed where a pair of Marines shorts and Marine Corps Marthon
t-shirt lay. I pulled them on as Sharon walked out of the room. When I found
her in the kitchen she was looking at her phone.  
  
"She called a while ago and left a voicemail, then sent a text asking if we
wanted to go to lunch. She said she would be by in a few minutes. Shit!"  
  
"Well, it's out there now, Sharon. We have to deal with it."  
  
"I know," she sighed. "How do we need to handle this?"  
  
"I think it's important that we're honest with her. I'm okay telling her how I
feel about you and about us, but what you share is up to you. I won't
recommend either way. It's your heart, not mine."  
  
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm scared, Jason. What if
she doesn't want me to see you anymore? What if she kicks me out of the
family? You guys are the only family I have." She began to break down again as
she said that.  
  
This time she accepted my hug and wrapped her arms around me. "I don't see her
doing that. She doesn't get to decide things like that anyway. You're my
family whether she says so or not. I love you. Whatever happens in our
relationship, I love you. I love you as a woman, as a friend, and as family.
Look at me, Sharon." She looked up. "I don't know exactly how our relationship
will play out, but I don't regret it one bit. If for some reason you... find
someone else, someone you can marry, I'll understand that and respect it. I
won't get in your way."  
  
"I don't want anyone else, Jason! I want you!"  
  
"I know, and I want you, too. Please don't be angry with me. I would love for
things to work out with us, BUT if they don't, if you change your mind or
whatever else, I want you to be happy, even without me. I'll go back to being
your favorite nephew and you'll be my fun aunt. Okay?"  
  
She nodded. "I don't like the thought of that, but I get what you're saying. I
guess we don't know anything about down the road, so we just need to take it
one step at a time, huh?"  

"Step one: talk to mom."  
  
"Let's go."  
  
Mom's car was in the garage and the garage door was still open. We never
locked the door from the garage to the kitchen since the big garage door was
kept closed and the automatic garage door opener held it fast, and the door
from the garage to the backyard was always deadbolted. I walked right in,
Sharon's hand in mine.  
  
We didn't say anything as we looked for her, first in the downstairs, then
looking through the glass doors to the patio. I figured she would probably be
in her room, but wanted to make sure she wasn't downstairs first.  
  
I was wrong; she wasn't in her room. She was in mine. My suitcase was on the
bed and there were two empty dresser drawers on the bed beside it. She was
angrily dumping a third drawer into the suitcase when we walked in.  
  
"MOM! What the hell?!" I cried, letting go of Sharon and rushing in to grab
the emptied drawer.  
  
"If you want to take my brother's place, then take it! Stay in her bed and
fuck her brains out! But now you're sleeping there, too!" Her face was red and
streaked with tears, her nose running.  
  
"Mom, please! I'm not taking Tony's place."  
  
"It sure looked like it to me!" I tried to restrain her hands by grabbing her
wrists as she jerked on another drawer.  
  
"Stop, Mom. Please. Let's talk about this."  
  
"I don't want to talk about it! I can't even look at you right now!"  
  
"Then don't talk," Sharon said quietly, drawing a look of ire from my mother.
"Just listen to us for a minute."  
  
"I want to listen to you even less than I want to talk to you," she grumbled
quietly, her teeth clenched.  
  
"Please, Mom," I said quietly. Her arms relaxed a little on the drawer and I
was able to pull her away. She looked at me sadly before dropping into my
arms, her face buried in my chest.  
  
"How could you?" she asked through tears of grief. "He was my brother. He was
my brother." She repeated it over and over, sobbing into my shirt. Well,
Tony's shirt.  
  
Nothing was said for a few minutes as she just cried on me. I held her
tightly. After a few minutes I looked over at Sharon. She was lightly crying,
too, but whether it was reliving the grief of his loss or wrestling with
guilt, I didn't know. She didn't approach, probably feeling it was best if she
let Mom and I struggle together.  
  
After a few minutes, I felt Mom begin to relax and settle herself. I pulled
her down onto the bed as I settled onto it, sitting on the edge. She sat
beside me, her head still down, sniffling and blotting at her face with an
empty hand. I reached into the suitcase behind her and pulled out the first
t-shirt I saw. She took the ash gray shirt and blotted at her eyes and nose.  
  
"You can keep that," I smiled. She shook a little with a snicker.  
  
"I don't understand," she sighed. "I'm sorry I reacted that way, but..." she
took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't understand. What happened?" She
looked up at me. Her eyes were sad and her brow was furrowed in confusion. Her
face was still red from her crying and probably still some anger.  
  
"I didn't mean for it to happen, Mom. I know I could have controlled myself.
Should have controlled myself, but..." I looked over at Sharon for words I
didn't have.  
  
"Tracy, this wasn't something that either of us planned." She took a small
step forward, stopping when Mom looked up, sadness still in her eyes.  
  
"But what about Tony?" Mom asked. Didn't you love him?"  
  
"Of course I loved him!" Aunt Sharon defended. "And I still love him. But you
have to know he's not coming back."  
  
"So you just fuck the first man you see?!" Mom's anger boiled over again.  
  
Sharon tried to answer. "He's not—"  
  
"And your NEPHEW, no less!"  
  
"Mom, that's enough!" I belted out, surprising all three of us. I calmed a
little, taking a deep breath as both the women in my life looked at me. "It's
not like that. First, I'm not technically her nephew. There's no blood
relation there, but that's not the point. Second, Sharon and I have been
friends for a long time. Yes we just kind of stumbled into this, but you know
we love each other, and have for years."  
  
"I love you, too, Jason. Are you going to try to sleep with me?!"  
  
"Mom, come on," I shook my head. "That's not even what's going on here, so
don't try to turn this into something it's not."  
  
"Tracy," Sharon answered. "That night that Jason stayed over after helping me
around the house, I ordered pizza and wings and let him drink a couple of
beers. His clothes were filthy, so I let him take a shower and gave him some
of Tony's clothes to wear while I washed his. He reminded me of Tony. We
talked for a few minutes and he comforted me, but nothing happened; it was
totally appropriate. After a while, we were watching a movie, one of mine and
Tony's favorites, and Jason and I curled up together to watch it. Between the
beer buzz, the movie, Tony's clothes, and Jason's tender care for me, things
just kind of... happened. I realized I had been in love with Jason for a
little while already, and we admitted it to each other. The next morning we
made love again, but that's it. Until today, those are the only times anything
remotely sexual has happened between us." She stood there timidly, awaiting my
mother's wrath.  
  
The hum of the ceiling fan overhead was the only sound in the room as my mom
looked back and forth between Sharon and me for what seemed like forever.
After a minute, she closed her eyes and looked down at her hands in her lap,
still fumbling with the t-shirt.  
  
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," she muttered quietly. "I know how close
you two are, and how deep your friendship goes. While I imagined this as a
possibility, it never really occurred to me that it would actually happen. I
think more than the fact that you guys are doing this, is the fact that you
didn't feel like you could tell me." She looked up at me, before looking to
Sharon and back at me.  
  
"I'm sorry, Mom," I said, ashamed. "I didn't mean to lie to you."  
  
"I guess technically you didn't lie, Jason; you just didn't answer any
questions I didn't ask. The only time I did ask about staying late, you told
me part of the story, but not this part. Am I that hard to talk to? Did you
think I wouldn't understand, or be supportive?"  
  
Sharon jumped in. "Not at all, Tracy; at least I didn't think that way." She
stepped forward and knelt in front of Mom. "When I was married to Tony, I
never even thought of another man; it never occurred to me to cheat on him,
even when he was gone for months at a time. I hope you know that." Mom nodded.
"But Jason and I were close. You know how much he looks like Tony, at least
there's a resemblance there. And Jason is a kind, trustworthy, respectable
man. I wasn't... I'm not... trying to replace Tony, Tracy." She took a deep
breath and continued.  
  
"Tracy, Tony's gone," she said, tears welling in her eyes. "And has been for a
long time now. A lot of Tony's friends who had stepped up to watch after me
have drifted on now, and that's okay. They have their own lives. They are all
either married or not the kind of guy that would draw my eye anyway: gruff,
coarse, thoroughly Marine," she smiled, then looked at me. "But Jason is,
first off, still here and watching after me; and second, is the kind of man
any woman would be lucky to have." My own head dropped in embarrassment,
butterflies in my stomach at her tribute. "My feelings of love for him should
be understandable, but they have also just gradually transitioned from the
love of family to the kind of love I feel for a man who has captured my heart.
I never intended for it to happen, Tracy, but it has."  
  
Mom blotted her eyes with the t-shirt again and sighed. "I'm sorry I reacted
the way I did. It just hit me sideways, you know? I know what kind of people
you both are and given any other circumstance, I would be happy for you two.
If Jason brought you home and introduced you to me as his girlfriend, I would
be ecstatic; or if you introduced me to him as your boyfriend, I would be
happy for you; I really would. I guess I just know too much of the backstory,
and I'm too close to it. Right now all I can see is that my brother died and
that his wife is sleeping with her nephew. And on the other side I just see
that my son is sleeping with his aunt, and all propriety from either side is
gone."  
  
"I understand, Mom," I said, taking her hand. "And again, I'm sorry. I never
meant to hurt you or to lie to you. I should have told you when you asked why
I was at Aunt Sharon's late that night. We were both surprised by it, I think,
and I know I was scared to tell you. And, honestly, I didn't think it would
happen again."  
  
"I'm sorry, too," Aunt Sharon added.  
  
"Thank you both," she nodded. "So," she sighed, "let's go get some lunch and
talk about what to do with all this."  
  
"Okay," I said, standing and offering a hand to both ladies to help them up.  
  
"Are you okay eating out? I'm in a mood for Craswell's chicken salad and I
also don't feel like making anything."  
  
Sharon and I agreed and we all went to lunch together. Our talk had allowed
the tension to be relieved and the three of us began to discuss our
relationship more openly and honestly. Mom voiced her concerns and expressed
her struggle with seeing it as inappropriate due to the fact that we are
family, but also acknowledged that legally and technically it isn't incest
because there is no blood relation or relationship by marriage anymore.  
  
We were given the privacy we needed by sitting on the covered patio at
Craswell's. Everyone else was in the air-conditioned dining room, but we sat
overlooking the river as we transitioned in and out of our talk about Sharon
and me, interspersed with talk of the everyday: Mom's business, Sharon's
business, my school, soccer, those kinds of things. It turned out to be a very
relaxing lunch, surprisingly so.  
  
"Mom, thank you for understanding," I said as she closed the check folder and
placed it back on the edge of the table.  
  
"I wouldn't exactly say I'm being understanding," she said. "Let's go with
'accepting reality.' It will still take me a while to get used to this," she
sighed. "But if this is going to happen, I need to make it a part of my life,
right?"  
  
"Thanks, Mom," I smiled.  
  
"Yes, thank you, Tracy."  
  
"Mom," I said, "What can we do to make this easier on you?"  
  
"Stop screwing," she smiled, drawing a smile from both of us when she shook
her head. "Honestly, I don't know. I've only known for about two hours, so I
haven't had a chance to think through it. I'm sure I'll waffle through times
of acceptance and frustration, but we'll just work through those as they come,
I guess. Probably just being honest with me about your relationship. If you
guys begin talking about marriage and starting a family, I think I need to be
a part of that."  
  
"Wow," Sharon said, "We haven't been thinking about that!" She looked at me
for confirmation. I apparently looked sheepish because she cautiously asked,
"Jason? Have you been thinking that way?"  
  
"Well?" I shrugged, "I told you I was in love with you."  
  
Her jaw dropped and her face got red before her lips curled into a smile.  
  
"It looks like the two of you have things to think about as well, huh?" asked
Mom.  
  
I was even more embarrassed and I hung my head, feeling my face turn hot.
Sharon placed her hand on mine. "Apparently we have a lot to consider, but we
have plenty of time." I looked up to see her smiling at me, and she gave me a
quick wink. I smiled back, relieved.  
  
After lunch I told Mom I was taking Sharon back home. She hugged my neck and
kissed my cheek before whispering, "I'll see you in the morning." I was
surprised to say the least and when I pulled back, Mom just smiled at me.
"It's okay," she said. "I love you." She turned to go down the hall and I
apparently looked shocked and/or nervous when I turned toward Sharon, because
she immediately picked up on it.  
  
"Jason? Are you all right?" Her hand touched my cheek.  
  
"Yeah, fine." I led her out the front door and when we got in the car, I
started it, but before putting it into gear, I turned toward her. "Um... Mom
said she would see me in the morning."  
  
"What? Really?!"  
  
I nodded. "Does that mean...?"  
  
"I think so," she smiled. "Let's go home and finish our swim and enjoy our
night together."  
  
"Sounds good to me."  
  
We drove back to Sharon's house mostly quiet but happy. I was thinking a lot
about Mom's attitude and about the freedom we now had, but was also well aware
of the fact that we still had to be careful and to keep things reasonable;
well, as reasonable as an aunt and nephew sleeping together, could be.  
  
Once back at her house, Sharon began pulling my shirt over my head. Wrapping
her arms around my neck, she kissed me passionately. "We still have a couple
of hours before the neighbors get home," she whispered into my mouth. "Let's
pick up where we left off before we come back in."  
  
I didn't answer; instead I began pulling gently but eagerly at her clothes. We
were both bare before she opened the glass door and led me by the hand to the
pool deck. She looked incredible: relaxed, sexy, her smile not even showing a
hint of anxiety or fear. Of course her body was stunning, her tone accentuated
by the shadows from the late afternoon sun. She eased into the water step by
step, the crystal pool swirling around her descent. I was not far behind,
wanting to be near her, inside her, as soon as possible.  
  
As soon as my foot touched the bottom of the pool, descending from the bottom
step, I pulled her back toward me, wrapping my arm around her waist as soon as
she was close enough. My lips quickly found hers and she moaned into my mouth
when my tongue reached for hers. Our kiss was passionate, but not hungry. We
were, for the first time, free to simply enjoy each other, all fear of being
discovered wiped away. Our hands glided freely. She barely touched my back, my
shoulders, my ass, and I was likewise gently caressing her.  
  
"Get the raft," she whispered with a smile as she pulled her face away, still
in my embrace. I simply smiled at her request and swam to the corner of the
deep end where the raft had drifted up against the filter since our hurry to
chase after my angry mother. Pulling it back over to her, she held onto the
corner and said, "Hop on. I liked where we were before."  
  
I slid up onto the raft, resting against the back and let my legs dangle off
the sides as I had before. I helped Sharon slide up between my legs from the
bottom end of the raft, and held us steady as she turned around to rest her
back against my chest again, straddling my waist. I straightened my legs back
out so that my feet were at the end of the raft and we were both a little more
steady.  
  
Sharon's full weight was on me and I leaned a little to the right since she
leaned a little left, each of us reclining slightly to the side to keep us
from toppling over. We both laughed at the sexy awkwardness (or was it more of
an awkward sexiness?) of our positions, but my erection was still standing
straight up between her legs and she reached between them to stroke me with
her hand. We kissed again, her head on my left shoulder, and my left hand
around her waist slid up to stroke her breast.  
  
She groaned into my mouth and I soon joined her as the warmth of the sun
contrasted with the cool of the water while we gently caressed each other to a
fuller state of arousal. Sharon had begun grinding her ass back against me,
rotating her pussy onto the top of my cock, using me to graze her clit.  
  
"I need you inside me," she whined. Almost as if we had talked about a plan
beforehand, I arched my back a little to drive my hips deeper into the raft
while she hunched hers up a little and pushed down on the head of my cock with
her hand. I slid downward along her lips until the head was enveloped in her
warmth. "Oh, god, there it is," sighed my aunt.  
  
"Damn," I breathed. We both relaxed a little, causing my hips to rise and hers
to settle, burying me another couple of inches into her. Most of my prick was
still exposed, but the snug moist warmth of her canal pressing against the
underside and rim of my head felt unbelievable. It wasn't long before she
started rolling her hips, massaging me with her insides. "Holy shit," I
groaned. "Where did you learn that?" Every movement caused a slight shock and
my whole groin was constantly tingling.  
  
"You think it's good for you..." she sighed, "You should feel what I feel."
She would take me a little deeper as she rolled, then I would slide out a
little. I began circling her clit with the hand that had been on her breast
and she immediately responded with those sexy sounds that seemed almost beyond
her control. Again she kissed me, more passionately this time, with her hips
never breaking rhythm.  
  
"If you keep that up," I warned, "I'll come."  
  
"No, wait for me. I'm almost there. Stroke me faster." I moved my fingers
across her clit faster, as she had asked. "Perfect!" she grunted. After a
moment more, her stomach began to flinch and she rolled her hips a little bit
faster.  
  
I couldn't quite wait for her, no matter how hard I tried. I thrust my hips up
a little to get as deep as possible, which wasn't very deep in this position,
bringing a squeal of delight from her. I pulsed inside her, blasting the
inside of her cunt with fiery spurts. I was dizzy for just a moment.  
  
"Oh, god, yeah! Here I come! OOOOHH!" She hunched her back and held for a
minute, then repeated it as the heat from her release ran down over my balls
and into the pool water I was sitting in.  
  
Neither of us said anything as we both caught our breath. I caressed her
stomach and breasts as she reclined against me. After a moment I slipped out
of her, soft again. The sun had settled further toward the trees and we were
now completely enveloped in the shadow of the house.  
  
"We should probably get inside," she suggested. "The neighbors will begin
coming home soon." She kissed me once more before sliding into the pool. I
followed her into the cool water, rinsing our juices off and placing the raft
back on the side of the pool. By the time I made it to the stairs, she was
already mostly dry and she wrapped the towel around both of us as we kissed.
After a moment she offered to dry me off and she took off her towel before
patting me down all over in a gentle act of love.  
  
Once we were dry, we went inside and she led me to the couch. Without a word,
she pressed on my chest and I sat down. Settling between my knees and giving
me a look of adoration, she stroked me gently and took me into her mouth,
which brought me quickly back to attention.  
  
"You're so good at that, Sharon."  
  
"I want to make you feel good. And this turns me on about as much as anything.
I love you, every part of you." She went back to work on me, using all kinds
of tricks to bring me off. After a few minutes I began to feel myself
approaching my orgasm.  
  
"I'm getting close," I warned tensely.  
  
She squeezed the base of my shaft and lifted her head away. "Come lie down,"
she said. I lay on the carpet and she settled over my face, facing my feet. I
immediately went to work on eating her pussy, drawing moans and whines and
gentle direction from her as she writhed on my mouth. I could see her
beautifully toned ass and her cute pink asshole tensing occasionally as she
responded to our mutual efforts at satisfying each other.  
  
"I'm about to come again," I gasped. My hips were operating on their own now,
thrusting toward her throat. She simply moaned her affirmation, increased the
pace and pressed against my mouth as her own release hit her. Her climax
flowed into my mouth, filling it before running over my cheeks, into my ears
and down into the carpet.  
  
I sprayed into her mouth as her hand pulled the cum out of me, and her throat
captured all I had to give. It wasn't long before she rolled off of me, both
of us exhausted, and she pulled the blanket off the couch to cover us both as
we lay on the carpet, her leg draped over my waist.  

I kissed the top of her head and she idly traced her finger around on my
chest. Neither of us said anything for a long time. I thought back through the
last couple of weeks and wondered how all this could have progressed as easily
as it had. Honestly, I couldn't believe my luck... or whatever it was.
Sharon's voice brought me out of my meandering thoughts.  
  
"Jason?"  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
"Do you really think we have a future together?" She didn't lift her head and
her finger never stopped tracing, so it seemed like idle talk, just feeling me
out.  
  
"I hope so. I can't think of anything I'd like better. What do you think?"  
  
She propped up on one elbow and looked me in the eye. "I think you're young
and you'll have a lot more opportunities for young hot chicks to discover what
I've always known."  
  
I was confused. "What are you saying, Sharon?"  
  
"I'm not saying anything. I just think that at your age, there will be plenty
of other opportunities for you to meet a nice young girl, maybe get your rocks
off, play the field or whatever, before you feel stuck in—"  
  
"Stuck?!" I asked, surprised. "Do you think I feel 'stuck' with you?"  
  
"I didn't mean that. I just meant that... you know... maybe looking around a
little more might help you decide what you want."  
  
"I know what I want. I don't want to fuck around with a bunch of girls. I
don't want to date around in hopes of finding someone more to my liking. It
all seems like a waste when the only one I want is right here. It's always
been you, but I didn't dare dream of it as a possibility. Now that it is, all
those other things are shitty choices."  
  
A relaxed smile crept across her face. She leaned in and kissed me. Not deeply
or passionately, just a loving peck on the lips. She settled back onto my
chest as she had been before. "Thank you, Jason."  
  
I just squeezed her tighter against me and kissed the top of her head. We lay
like that for a little while and the next thing I knew, Sharon was gently
shaking me awake. I awoke to see her sitting on the couch in her robe again
and could smell fajitas. "You want something to eat?" she asked.  
  
"Sounds good. Thank you." She pulled gently on my hand, helping me to sit up
on the floor. "How long was I out?"  
  
"A little more than an hour. I fell asleep, too, and woke up about a half hour
ago and thought fajitas sounded good."  
  
"It sounds great. And smells great." She helped me as I stood up and the
blanket fell away to the side, my raging erection pointing straight out.  
  
"And good evening to you, too, sir," she said to my prick with a smile.  
  
I got dressed and went out to the kitchen where Sharon was putting warm
tortillas on plates. She handed me one so I could serve myself and while I
topped my fajitas she piled her own tortilla with meat and peppers. Dinner was
nice and light and we actually ate out on the patio by the pool, talking the
way we had before this new twist to our relationship.  
  
While we talked, she reminded me that I still needed to teach her how to take
care of her car, changing the oil and all. I assured her we could do that
later in the week. After she took the plates inside, she brought out a couple
of beers. I looked at her funny and she said, "Just one. To relax."  
  
We continued to talk and when my beer was empty, she leaned over to me and
placed her hand on my lap before finding my flaccid dick and asking, "You up
for another round?"  
  
"I'm always up for another round," I smiled. I stood with her and led her to
the bedroom. I took off my shirt on the way and when we got to her room, I
untied her robe from behind and ran my hands over her shoulders, letting it
drop from her arms onto the floor. She moaned as I kissed her neck and
shoulders before turning her around gently and taking a nipple into my mouth.
I sucked on her nipples alternately as my fingers caressed her mound and
increasingly slick lips.  
  
Her hand on my head, she caressed my back with her other hand, gasping at my
touch. "Oh, Jase," she whined. "Touch my pussy. Suck my tits." I moaned at her
encouragement, acknowledging her request. It wasn't long before she reached
down and grasped my shaft. "Oh, wow! You're so hard!"  
  
I pulled back a little and answered her as I looked into her eyes. "That's
your fault, Sharon. You're so sexy, it's unbelievable." She gasped as I
quickly took her nipple back into my mouth and pulled on it roughly with my
teeth while I flicked the tip of it with my tongue. She squealed and came on
my hand, my middle finger caressing her from the inside.  
  
I let her nipple pop loose from my mouth and stood up to kiss her. She forced
her tongue into my mouth hungrily before I shoved her back onto the bed, where
she laughed as she bounced on her back. "Well someone's eager!"  
  
I knelt next to her head and grabbed a handful of her hair, bringing a gasp
from her. As soon as she opened her mouth to gasp I shoved my cock into it.
Her eyes widened in surprise for just an instant, but quickly settled into a
smile as she whipped me with her tongue as I fucked her mouth. With one hand,
she squeezed my ass and with the other she played with her clit. She had two
more rapid orgasms as she sucked me off and during the second one I dislodged
myself and quickly knelt between her legs.  
  
Without so much as a warning I rammed myself all the way into her. At the
impact of my groin against her lips she belted out an "OH FUCK!" I withdrew
quickly and instantly forced myself into her again. She grunted with each
impact and after a moment, sprayed me with her juices. Her eyes blazed with
lust when they weren't closed in pleasure. She gritted her teeth as I railed
into her, emitting grunts and squeals peppered with expletive demands.  
  
I had to try it, and I also needed a rest from holding myself up. I collapsed
onto my elbows, coming to rest almost on top of the flaming redhead I was
buried in. We kissed passionately while I continued to thrust into her.
Resting on my left elbow as we kissed and fucked, I wrapped my right arm
around her to squeeze her ass. She moaned into my mouth, but groaned when my
finger found her backdoor, which was slick with her arousal.  
  
Her head dropped back onto the bed so she could look me in the eye with an
amused look. "Why Jason, are you trying to stick your finger in my ass?"  
  
"Yep."  
  
"What kind of girl do you think I am?"  
  
"I know exactly what kind of girl you are, Sharon."  
  
With a bit of a giggle, she kissed me again and her ring loosened, allowing my
finger to dip into her for the first time. She squealed into my mouth again
and I noted the strange feeling of my cock's head and shaft being caressed by
my own finger through the thin slick wall that separated her pussy and her
ass. I wiggled my finger and thrust it, experimenting as I noted her responses
to my play.  
  
Soon enough I felt myself boiling over. Sharon clamped around my finger and
cock with her muscles as she once again flooded me with a warm stream from her
climax. That did it, sounding end of shift for my little soldiers. I buried
myself as deep as I could. Her arms wrapped around me in a death grip and she
locked her heels behind my thighs as I pulsed inside her, the lava of my love
erupting into her. As I was easing down from my high, she relaxed her grip on
me. I pulled my finger from her, but kissed her as my erection flagged.  
  
"Was it okay that I did that?" I asked, uncertain.  
  
"It was more than okay," she smiled. "That was amazing. I...uh... I like
anal... stuff, but I didn't want to say anything this early in our
relationship. I didn't want you to think badly of me." She kind of looked away
when she said that, almost ashamed.  
  
"Sharon," I said softly, turning her face back toward mine. "I could never
think badly of you." I smiled. "I love you and I want to know what brings you
pleasure. There's a lot I don't know, and that includes not knowing what could
bring me pleasure as well. I want to be open to exploring things with you. If
you promise not to judge me, I promise not to judge you. How does that sound?"  
  
She smiled and nodded. "That sounds perfect. Thank you."  
  
I missed my college graduation because of two things: a job opportunity that
began a week afterward and required a move four hours away, and my wedding to
Sharon.  
  
Over the course of the two years that Sharon and I had been together, my
mother had become not only accepting, but supportive. She and Sharon continued
to get along and she began to be more involved in my life, not so wrapped up
in work. She sold the house and moved into a nice condo community so she
didn't have to worry about maintaining her house and yard, and her fees took
care of a lot of repairs that may need to be made due to simply wearing out
over time. There was also more of a social scene, with schedule community
parties and theme nights, where she was able to meet neighbors and make new
friends. The reduced stress has been good for her.  
  
Sharon and I come to visit when we can, making it a point to come see her at
Thanksgiving, but she comes to see us at Christmas. Other visits are more
impromptu, but we make it a point to see each other several times a year and
to video chat at least weekly. She seems genuinely happy.  
  
As for Sharon and me, I've never been so happy in my life. I know what you're
thinking, and no we don't have any kids. We've talked about it, but I knew
going into it that it was likely we never would unless we adopted or fostered,
but that's just not where Sharon and I are, and may never be. We are enjoying
our life together and take advantage of being alone by looking for travel
deals and packages for two so we can get away to new places as well as
revisiting some of our favorites.  
  
Long story short, I'm happy, Mom's happy, and Sharon's happy. Love has found
its way into our lives in an unexpected way, but sometimes love is like that.  
  
  
  
  
****_Author's note: I know what some of you are thinking: sleeping with an aunt by marriage isn't technically incest. And you're right, but from an emotional standpoint of the characters, the line can get blurry. I grew up in a blended family with stepsiblings and cousins from multiple marriages of aunts and uncles and cousins, and they are all considered family. This is where I see Sharon and Jason. While they may not be related by blood, they were family before they fell in love and slept together, so I'm asking for a little grace in the lines of what constitutes a family. One thing I love about Literotica readers is your generally gracious approach to contributing authors and your complimentary response to the stories. I appreciate the generosity of the readers to my contributions specifically and it makes submitting stories here a real pleasure, but also prompts me to improve._




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