Living with Aunt Maureen Pt. 02

by greytonesandredlights

story tags: aunt, mature, large_breasts, tits, nephew, no_condom, bare,
foreplay, boobs, young_male

https://www.literotica.com/s/living-with-aunt-maureen-pt-02


https://www.literotica.com/s/living-with-aunt-maureen-pt-02

Corrupting Aunt Maureen so she can be seduced.

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/This is the continuation from a mixing pot experiment I tried. If you
like the stories outcome please leave a comment letting me know to try
it again. Where I kick off a story then let readers comments influence
the 2nd half. The comments has spawned a part III which is on the way./

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Part II

Something bothered Aunt Maureen, because she changed from work and went
straight to the backyard to work. As usual, I followed her outside to
give a hand and flirt with her. Aunt Maureen's breasts strained the
fabric of her white tee shirt. Her bra pressed through her shirt and
the jeans she wore showed off her long legs and round butt.

As much as I tried, I could not push that night from my mind. Rather,
it had become worst. Visions of her body filled my thoughts during the
day and the hours before sleep.

It was wrong, or so society told me so. But it was only sex, and it
couldn't go anywhere. Aunt Maureen could not have children. Everything
we would do would be about pleasure and enjoyment.

Why not? She was pretty, actually more than pretty, she was beautiful.
Full lips with large brown eyes. Skin that felt like silk stretched
over a tall, wide body. Now how would I convince her to see it like I
did?

We tended the garden in the back together. Like I had in previous
years. But this year, I couldn't help but admire her muscles in her
shoulders and back. When able, I stole glimpses of her chest through
the collar of her shirt and small of her back when it rode up.

She smiled at me and stood up. "Well, I think that about does it. We'll
cleanup for the night." She stared at me for a moment, then giggled.
"You reminded me of your father, a farm boy when your mother first met
him." 

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes as she touched me on the
shoulder and squeezed my muscle. The thought made me miss the two of
them. My aunt's comment also stirred a sense of pride in me. I followed
her in and watched as she pulled her bun loose and let her hair fall
over her shoulders.

After she went to the shower, I grabbed a drink of water and listened
to her from down the hall. It wasn't the largest house, 3 bedrooms
upstairs and 1 down. But the 3rd bedroom upstairs served as unused
office. It was nice to have two full baths, especially back when two
women lived in the house.

I leaned on the counter and stared at the door. A plan formed inside my
head. 'I could just walk in, strip down, and see if she truly didn't
remember that night. Throw it all on the table. No, I would need to do
it as an accident, then gauge her reaction.'

Her phone vibrated next to me and broke my thought. The screen lit up
and Susan's name displayed with her number.

"Aunt Maureen, its Susan." I yelled.

The bathroom door opened a crack, and she poked her head out, her one
shoulder exposed. "Can you let her know I'm just getting in the shower
and I'll call her back? She just wants ask me about this weekend
again."

I picked up the cell and nodded my head to Aunt Maureen.

"Hello." I said.

"Oh, hi James, this is Susan, your aunt's co-worker. Can I speak to
her?" she said.

An alternative plan popped into my head. Maureen was sure she was going
to ask her to the bar again. "Hello Susan, Aunt Maureen is just in the
shower, I can take a message for her."

"No, that's okay, I'll call her later, or tomorrow." Susan said.

"Okay, I can let her know you called. Oh, and whatever you did the
other week, she's been a lot happier since then." I said.

"She has! She's always so professional at work it was hard to tell."

"You plan on taking her out again?" I said.

"I was hoping too, we got a lot of attention last week." Susan said.

"I saw you girls. It was nice to see her excited. So where are you
planning to go this week?" I said.

"Granite and Oak, it's a newer pub close to the silver hotel. Have you
been too it?" Susan said.

"No, but I've heard it's really nice, and the upside is, Barry's rival
company built it." I said.

We shared a laugh "I'll let Aunt Maureen know you called and maybe if
you're going to other places we might cross paths. Finally, meet each
other face to face."

"I always hear about you from your aunt that would be nice." Susan
said.

My fingers worked fast on my phone I sent a group message to my buddies
I went out with the previous week and asked if they wanted one more
night. Steve and Andrew both replied and agreed to a few rounds of pool
at Granite and Oak.

Plans were set for both sides and soon I would set a pair of my friends
up with a pair of cougars. At least that's what I had hoped for. The
closer the night came, the tighter my stomach felt. I calmed myself
with thoughts of backing out should things go sideways.

Dark wood counters, with thick slab counters lined the bar. Flat
screens played everything from sports to music videos. Several pool
tables were at the far end, surrounded by VLTs and arcade games.

Most people weren't out on the town yet, and we had our choice of
tables. We bought our drinks and claimed a table.

I was terrible at pool, but Steve eagerly set the table up. It didn't
take long before he proved he also sucked. Andrew picked something up
during his first year of college and cleaned us out with ease.

I nursed my beer as I watched him lean forward to finish me. Which was
okay, because he was about to spank Steve next. And I'd be free to
watch the door.

"James!" Aunt Maureen said.

My heart skipped when I saw her in strapped heels, a sleeveless navy
blue blouse and mid-thigh pencil skirt. At first I thought she was
Susan. When she had left the house earlier, it was a black pants and
vest combo.

"You look different." I said.

Maureen looked back over her shoulder. "Susan's idea, said she would
let me leave unless I changed into something else."

"I have to agree." I said and gave her a wink and smile.

She blushed and slapped me in the stomach. "Stop."

Susan wasn't far off in style, but she wore more makeup. Her clothes
exposed the tops of her breasts and knee-high boots gave her a very
sexy aura. Tonight she also came as a platinum blonde.

Behind her was the youngest of the three in her early thirties, Wendy.
A short slender woman with brunette hair and a cute rounded face. The
most conservative of the three, she wore pants and a flowing top.

Susan trotted up beside me and punched me in the shoulder. "So this is
James?" She put her arm in mine. "Maureen, you never told me he was
handsome."

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. But her body felt warm, and I
enjoyed the touch of a new woman.

"He's my nephew." Maureen stammered.

Susan gave her a big smile, then looked at me from the corner of her
eye. "Let's join them, if they'll let us. You boys wouldn't..."

"Yes." Both Steve and Andrew said in unison.

The women laughed and made the two blush. "Great, we'll do teams. James
and I will take winners." She squeezed my arm and felt my shoulder with
her hand. "Mmm, I'm glad I told you where we were going." She
whispered.

While Andrew was the best of us. He still proved himself an amateur vs.
Aunt Maureen and Susan. Even Wendy out did us boys.

Aunt Maureen leaned over the table. She was on her third drink and
hadn't noticed her top button had come undone.

Two black straps hugged her hips and met to form a triangle above her
skirt. My own drinks caused me to lose to my surrounding. With that
slip in attention, Susan caught me staring.

"Someone's staring." Susan whispered in my ear.

My cheeks burned, and I looked away from my aunt's ass. The ball
clacked, and I watched the eight ball roll into the corner pocket.

She turned and put her hands in the air and twisted her hips in a mini
victory dance. If that was the penalty for losing, I'd lose all day.

It was far from her usual clothes, and I took every curve in. I
mentally tanked Susan's efforts and wardrobe.

Wendy, the group's designated driver, threw her purse over her shoulder
and set her single bottle on the back of our little table.

"Do you ladies want to grab a seat?" Andrew said.

God bless him for quick thinking. Both Steve and I held our breaths.

Aunt Maureen laughed it off and shook her head. Susan grinned and
wrapped her arm in mine, leading me towards the tables and chairs. Once
we started walking, the other joined in quickly. In reality, it was the
eyes of other people around us who were inhibiting us the most. 

Susan looked over her shoulder and said, "Come on, when's the last time
you had college guys hitting on you?"

Four drinks later, our age difference meant nothing. They laughed and
told us stories like wise women warning the young braces of dangerous
journeys. Only they were three beautiful female sages, not grizzled
hags. I shook the thoughts of a witch's coven from my mind and finished
my beer.

Wendy nursed her coke, but Aunt Maureen and Susan cut loose. At one
point I felt an ankle slide up my leg and nearly touch my crotch. When
I tried to check it pulled away, someone was getting their
entertainment from teasing us three young guys. Honestly, I wasn't
complaining and looked forward to the next one.

"We'll look who it is, hey ladies." a man called out from the other
side of the pool tables. The man's skin had weathered from years of
hard labor and his stubble was a mixture of grey and black.

Susan's eyes rolled, and she took a sip from her glass.

There were four middle-aged men. All wearing a similar style of jeans,
work boots, button down long sleeve shirts that were rolled up. I could
tell they worked in the factory. They had weld burns and small scars on
their arms. One of them stood out as very familiar. When I realized it
was the man from the previous week, I felt a tinge of anger.

The one who called them out sported a 70s porn stash. He pointed to
Maureen. "Hey Ben, it's your girlfriend."

"Just a one-night stand, I never called her back." The guy said. The
asshole wore a white t-shirt and flannel long sleeve button-down shirt.
Now in the light I could see he had a belly.

I felt my head spin and the small surge of anger grew large enough to
pump my heart in my ears.

Maureen turned her head back and looked him over carefully. "That's
because I never gave it to you, you were useless you were only worth
one fuck and you didn't even remember doing it."

His smirk turned to a sneer. Obviously he didn't expect her to lean
into his lewd comment with one of her own.

I never heard her talk like that. I was admiring her neck when the guy
with a porn stash stepped closer to Susan and me. The way they
staggered, they were well past being drunk.

I stood from the stable. "We're just here for fun. Plenty of tables
around." I didn't know where I was going with it. I was losing my tact
quickly the more they annoyed me.

"Hey girl, we have a better table over there, owner's corner, drinks
are on us. You and I can pick up where we left off last week." The man
reached down and grabbed Susan by her right breast, jiggling it in his
hand. "Round two?"

"Hey!" Susan shouted. Her arm hooked inside of his and flung his hand
off her breast.

In my defense, I wasn't the first one to throw the punch. Steve did, he
was defending my aunt's honor so he could later try to sleep with her.
It was something he had teased me about for years.

My arm instinctively wrapped around Susan and pulled her in beside me.

It wasn't much. The guy shook Steve's punch off and tried to laugh at
it. To be honest, Steve was as tough as he was talented at pool. It
wasn't until a third guy jumped in and shoved him into my aunt that I
truly lost it.

Aunt Maureen screamed and fell across the table. Drinks flew and glass
shattered on the floor.

My blood boiled, and my vision narrowed. I had one goal to get to that
man. Maybe it was that I had seen myself in them. I wasn't much better
than them, I wanted to remove them from my sight. Perhaps deep down, I
wished to be punished, a way to right wrongs.

A sharp punch to the mustache man's throat put him on his heels. In two
steps, I was between Aunt Maureen and on the man called Ben.

A large nose was all I could see. Without thinking, my fist clenched
tight and my arm swung over my shoulder. My punch connected with his
face. A miss in my mind, I could only think of how to break that nose
and the arms that got in my way. A second and third swing. I followed
him down over top a table.

Someone whipped me with a coat on my side and back. Porn-stash rushed
in. He reached around my throat and I felt his fists thump into the
side of my head. For a moment the thumps stunned me, but I felt no
pain. I brushed it off as he had missed me and rose to face him.

Somewhere straps had tangled around my shirt, and I tore them off. The
snapping sound of bone and a shutter in my hand made his face twist in
agony. I jerked my arm away and threw the ribbons to the floor. When he
pulled away from me, I realized it was his hand.

I didn't care anymore, I wanted more as I stood over him. I wanted to
keep bending his hand backward until it tore off, but another hand
grabbed my shoulder.

Anger swelled inside of me 'you dare!' I balled my fist and swung with
the intentions to crush bone. The strike shuttered my hand more than I
expected and unlike before didn't pass through.

The sight of a man dressed in black jeans and a black tee shirt
stumbling back snapped me out of my rage. He was twice my size, had a
bald head and clung to the side of a table. His eyes flared back at me,
stunned and angered.

I heard my aunt scream, and I turned to see a second black figure next
to me wind up his fist. That's the last thing I remembered.

Susan looked down at me and she stroked my hair back from my face. "So,
we're not welcome back there anymore."

"James, James?!" Aunt Maureen said.

My head rested on Susan's lap, and Maureen held my knees. My head
throbbed as I stared up into their faces. To my left, Steve and Andrew
looked back over the seat.

I tried to sit up, but Susan and Maureen held me down. "Where are we?"

"Wendy's car, we're going to the hospital." Maureen said.

Susan pulled my shirt up and exposed my stomach and chest. "Hmmm." She
traced the outline of my abs.

I looked into my aunt's eyes as she looked over my body. She poked and
prodded my side and stomach. I winced and tried to flex my abs. A shot
of pain prevented me from showing them off.

I touched my ribs and said, "Ouch, who the hell was whipping me with a
coat?"

Steve laughed, "Dude, that's what you thought was happening? He was
kicking and punching you as Susan tried to pull him off of you."

"You went fucking berserk, like that time playing basketball in grade
twelve, and threw that guy across the foul line trying to pull the ball
free." Andrew said.

Susan ran her fingers over my abs and lifted my shirt higher onto my
chest. Despite the pain, I could feel my cock come to life. The more
she inspected and checked my ribs, the harder her touch made me. I
watched as her eyes trailed down to my crotch and stared for a moment.

"He doesn't need the hospital, he's awake now. We just need to keep him
awake and monitor him. I'll call my friend to double check, she's a
nurse." Susan said. With a quick flick of her wrist, she patted me on
the crotch.

Aunt Maureen glared at her and said, "Susan."

"Just checking to see if he's alert." Susan said with a smile.

I stared at Andrew and Steve, who looked back between the front seats.
"Are you sitting on Steve's lap?" I said.

Maureen and Susan covered their mouths in an effort not to laugh.

Wendy jerked the wheel and bounced into the parking lot of a
convenience store. "Since we're not going to the hospital and James
can't go to sleep, I have a plan.

Her plan equated to buying several bottles of liquor and bringing the
party home to Aunt Maureen's house. I couldn't blame her I later learnt
she took a stray shot in the cheekbone and her eye turned black before
we got home.

After one bottle it got wilder, soon it resembled a porn shoot, clothes
littered the floor, cocks were out and soaking pussies were at the
ready. Susan even pulled out her camera to record Andrew fucking Wendy
in the ass. We drank wine off one another's bodies and for the first
time my cock felt 3 pussies in one night.

No, just shitting you, it was pretty tame. We sat in the fucking living
room listening to a group retelling of how the fight went down. How the
previous week shaped our night together, largely from Susan's point of
view. My aunt for obvious reasons remained silent on Ben. The more
Susan talked, the more guilt I had for that night, but I also felt like
I had saved Aunt Maureen. It was my lame attempt at justifying it.

Steve and Andrew played up their parts. It wasn't like the movies, the
entire bar didn't join in. It was just 10 assholes in the middle who
eventually got knocked the fuck out and received a lifelong ban. Well,
just us. Ben and his buddies were personal friends of the owner.

They drank while I sipped a coke and rye, mostly coke. When the sun
rose in the morning, it was me taking care of Aunt Maureen and not the
other way around. Exhausted, Maureen and I helped one another up the
stairs to bed. I held Maureen around the waist, but I felt punch drunk
and relied on her just as much.

"Hmm, I can do it, you're the one who got knocked out tonight." She
smiled.

"Yes, well, I don't..." I somehow lost the words to finish my thought,
maybe they were right. With one hand, I pushed open the door to her
room.

Wendy laid face down in Aunt Maureen's bed. Her bare back and ass on
display. The bed sheet curled around her thighs and waist. Beside her
Andrew was half covered up, twisted in the blankets. His cock stiff and
protruding through the folds of the comforter.

Aunt Maureen turned around and closed the door. "I gotta wash the bed."

She broke from my arms and ran for the washroom. I grit my teeth and
limped after her. I arrived just in time to see her vomit into the
toilet and cling to the rim of the bowl. She weighed a lot as I helped
her to her feet. Or I was significantly weaker.

Her makeup smudged, and her hair had turned into a mess. Vomit stained
her collar and the tips of her hair. She covered her face and sighed as
she stared at herself in the mirror.

I pulled her close and held her in my arms. She tried to push away. "I
smell."

"And I'm cut, bloody and bruised." I said.

She gave in and put her head on my chest and put her arms around my
back. We stood there enjoying one another's warmth and skin.

On a gamble to push it further, I reached into the towel rack and
grabbed a small hand towel. I soaked it with warm water and cleaned the
ends of her hair. She held on to the vanity edge and swayed side to
side. After, I wiped her eyes and chin with fresh water.

To my surprise, she reached under my shirt and pulled it up to my neck
and paused. She didn't look at me in the eyes, instead I watched as
they looked side to side, shoulder to shoulder.

After a few seconds, she shook her head and took the fresh face cloth
from the rack and soaked it in water. She washed my chest and sides
where the bruising hurt the most.

"We should have put ice on it, are you okay?" She said. She didn't look
at me. She continued until she finished, then led me into my bedroom.
With a heavy hand, she closed the door and laughed.

"What is it?" I said.

"Wendy, if I would have put money on it, I would have expected Susan to
be the one fucking one of your friends. Oh, my god what a night." She
wrapped her hands around the back of her neck and pulled them away from
the wet spot on her collar in disgust.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the door. I stepped forward and
reached for the buttons on her blouse.

"Oh, that bouncer was not happy, but neither was I, they had to drag me
out after that one asshole sucker punched you from the side." She said.
She twisted her side and winced.

Living with Aunt Maureen Pt. 02

by greytonesandredlights (UID 5057232)

https://www.literotica.com/s/living-with-aunt-maureen-pt-02

Corrupting Aunt Maureen so she can be seduced.

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My hands trembled as I fumbled with the buttons. 

She glanced at me, then her eyes turned down and she put her hands on
my chest for support. She didn't protest as I worked my way down her
buttons, revealing a dark blue lace bra and soft white skin. She let
the fabric slid from her shoulders and she flicked to the side of my
bed.

She was more beautiful in the light. I lifted her arm and inspected a
bruise on her ribs. "Maybe no more bars with Susan." I said.

She smiled and nodded her head. "More fun just meeting your friends
anyway." She yawned and crawled into my bed.

I tried to figure out what she was saying and decided I was in no
condition myself.

Her hips rose above the rest of her body like a gentle hilltop, and I
admired the white skin of her waist and back. Her skirt had slid down
and the small black triangle rose into sight. I could feel my cock grow
hard, staring at her bra and thongs set.

My pants had blood on it and stunk like alcohol. I too stripped down to
my underwear and rolled into bed. A thought of putting my arm around
her and touching her skin consumed me.

She was asleep already. My heart thumped in my ears at the thought of
touching her. Slowly, I reached over and hooked the tip of my finger
into her bra strap. Her skin depressed as I slid it over her shoulder.

She stirred, causing my heart to skip a beat and my hand to jerk away.
From the side, I could see the edge of her nipple hidden beneath the
thin layer of fabric. Taunting me to pull more.

Encouraged by my success, I pulled the strap further. As the fabric
stretched, the small lump grew larger. Curious, I moved it side to side
and with slow deliberate moves and watched it grow. 

Satisfied she was asleep, I gave it a tug, and the fabric popped over
her nipple. Like a small spring, it snapped back upright. I hadn't even
noticed it the first time I had taken her. This time it exited me and
her. It felt firm to the touch and continued to grow the more I played.

She moaned in her sleep and shifted her weight. Panic set in and I
pulled my hand clear of her and covered us up in the blanket. I felt
like I was awake for hours but before I knew it, I had fallen into a
dream filled sleep.

"Hey, hey, James, James." Aunt Maureen rated on her elbow and looked
down at me. I jolted away and stared up at her, I fought to catch my
breath and tried to sit up.

Her hand rested on my bare chest and she stared straight into my eyes.
"I'm okay, what's wrong?"

She shook her head and laid back down beside me. Her hand slid down my
stomach and stopped just below my belly button. Still uncoordinated,
she over extended her hand and struck my erection. I had just noticed
it myself. Both of us froze. Her palm rested on the head of my cock.
She ran down its length once to the base, then she returned to her hip
and swallowed hard.

She then realized her breast hung out of her bra and tried to adjust
it.

We laid next to one another in silence. Both of us had headaches. "We
better get up and start cleaning." she said.

Everyone felt the hangover that morning, and both Wendy and Andrew did
very little talking. Susan on the other hand was very chatty. Cooked
everyone breakfast, then drove them home in Wendy's car.

After a week passed, it didn't take a mind reader to know something
bothered Aunt Maureen. She hardly looked at me and we spoke very
little. By Friday she went straight to the shower and cleaned up. I
arrived home to hear the shower shut off and headed upstairs to check
on her. She flopped down in her bedroom reading chair and was pouring
herself a glass of wine.

She wore her dark blue satin robe. Beside her on her little table was a
thin stack of papers in a melamine file folder. Instead of saying
anything, I stared at her near naked body. She wore no bra, and the
satin clung to her damp skin.

She raised her wineglass to me. "Do you want some?"

"I can, I'll be right back with a glass."

She shook her head and reached down beside her for another glass.
Apparently she had been hoping I would join her. She poured me a glass
and flicked her phone over to me.

"Did you see your uncle's post? They're pregnant." She took a mouthful
of wine. "Now he finally has his lawyer drop the papers off. At work,
at fucking work." She smirked and shook her head.

She took a second mouthful of wine and looked to the corner of her
room. Her eyes shined with tears and I sat down opposite her on the
corner of the bed.

Each breath she took caused her chest to rise. Her perky nipples
pressed through the thin fabric. Each she adjusted her robe, they grew
harder. She looked me in the eye for the first time in a week and gave
me a thin smile.

It warmed my heart, I had missed her this past week even longer. I
think I missed the months before when I was ignorant of sex. Tortured
by 'taste but don't swallow.'

I took a sip of wine and smiled back to her. I cleared my throat and
said. "He's not my uncle."

The comment amused her, and she threw her head back into the chair. Her
foot raised up and rested on my knee.

"You should shower, drink your wine and get comfortable. I'll got get
another bottle. You can be my witnesses, but say nothing about the
wine." She laughed and stood up.

As she stood, her robe fell open, exposing her bare flesh. Her breast
hung down with two tips of erect nipples for an instant. She glass down
on the end table and flipped her hair back out of her face. She gave me
a quick smile.

"I'll be here when you're done, ready with another bottle." She said.

Her hips swayed as she walked out of the room, her long hair draped
down her back. The faint dark lines of her g string showed through her
flowing short robe. Parts of it clung to her waist and hips. Along the
bottom it flapped over her thighs, giving a glimpse of skin just below
her butt. 

With great haste I peeled my clothes off in her on suite bath. I kept
repeating in my head 'it's nothing, she just wants a glass of wine and
company' Still I rushed through my shower and climbed in before water
could come to temperature.

As the water ran over my body, I scrubbed hard and fast. Eventually my
anti fantasy thoughts morphed into 'I'm going to fuck her tonight,
tonight is it, and she wants this too.' I planned to wear soft jeans
and a tight tee shirt.

As I stepped out, I realized in my haste, I couldn't get back to my
room. Water dripped on the floor as I stared at my pile of dirty work
clothes. Maybe if I was quick, I could get back with clean clothes. I
didn't bother to dry. I threw my towel around my waist and stepped back
into the bedroom.

Too late, I had lost track of time in my fantasy and she sat on the
edge of the bed screwing a cock screw into the bottle. Our wine glasses
were topped up and the first bottle sat empty.

She smiled at me and looked up and down my soaked body. For a moment I
felt my face glow red then reminded myself 'fuck it, I'll put it to the
test.'

I stepped closer, and she handed me the bottle. I flexed my muscles
harder than I needed to as I pulled the cork.

I put the bottle down on the table and picked our glasses up. She
leaned forward and investigated my side with her fingertips.

"You're healing okay? No headaches?" She said.

"No, I've been okay. If I talk to fast, I'll slur the odd word, but I
haven't noticed much problems."

As if startled, she threw her feet down and stood up from the bed. "I
almost forgot." She smiled at me and walked back to the small end
table. Her thong showed through the thin fabric of her robes as she
bent over and flipped the papers open.

The satin hugged her hour-glass figure as she bent over to sign the
papers. My cock strained and pressed against the towel. The more I
fought it, the harder it got.

As she turned I sat down, which did very little to hide the obvious
lump in my crotch. She either didn't notice or chose not to show it. To
my surprise, she sat down next to me, leaned back on her hands and
crossed her legs.

"There, I'm free. If I need it witnessed, you can sign. But I'll ask
the lawyer tomorrow." She said.

Her outstretched torso gave me a full view of her large, wondrous
breasts. Her shortcut robe parted at her thigh and opened up, revealing
the purple and black lace thong she wore.

Was she deliberately torturing me? My penis ached so bad my stomach
tightened and my hips thrust forward. Like a dog humping anything it
could, my body reacted on its own.

Everything inside of me wanted to escape. I just wanted to pull the
towel off and be free of its restraint. I grit my teeth and winced when
my hips twitched a second time. Aunt Maureen made a comment that
replaced my lust with horror.

"I know it was you that night." My aunt said. She still looked to the
ceiling. The muscles in her neck strained and her breasts pushed out
from her chest.

Speechless panic. I stammered, my head grew light and inside I wanted
to run, apologies, lies, denial, anything I could. Listening to her
painful silence, I told the truth, at least part of it. I could barely
hear the words as I spoke them.

"I couldn't stand the thought of someone like him making love to you."
I said.

She was silent. The bed springs creaked and my heart pounded. The wine
I had threatened to come up. The thought of being nearly naked next to
her no longer mattered.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I, you looked so beautiful, you always
looked so beautiful, so nice and then fucking Barry ran out with
another woman and and." I rambled like a pathetic cur.

She leaned forward and put her hand on my bare knee. "I have a
confession too. When you stayed with me rather than take a job out of
town or follow Rachelle to college. I was happy that I wouldn't be
alone."

She looked at my bare stomach and waist. Her hand moved the towel to
the side and slid her hand higher. My cock swelled once more.

"I was suspicious that night. I thought I could see your face. Then
suddenly fit... strong... and hard. Like your father..." Her words
trailed off and her hand continued until her fingers touched my
scrotum. "Wendy told me Susan spiked my drink with feel good tablets.
So I thought maybe it was just those."

She slid off the edge of the bed and knelt down beside me. My hips
pulsed on their own as her warm, soft hand cupped my testicles.

I still couldn't move, and I dared not say another stupid thing for
fear she would stop.

"At first I was afraid and worried. But the more I thought about that
night, it excited me." She said.

Her hands pulled apart the towels knot, and she freed my cock. It
sprang up free of its weight. "Then last week lying next to you, I was
sure it was you." She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked the
skin up and down.

"I was ashamed about what we did. Then I realized we can't have
children. So it's just sex, two adults pleasuring one another, right?"
She looked up from my cock and into my eyes.

I nodded my head. She pulled her long wavy mane behind her head and
lowered her mouth over my head. Her warm tongue slid down the underside
of my cock and her soft left hand cupped my scrotum.

"Oh, fuck." I moaned. I flexed my calves and thighs so I wouldn't pass
out. I leaned back and looked up to the ceiling.

Her head bobbed up and down as her right hand pumped the skin and held
my cock in place. Her mouth made slurping sounds and the edge of the
bed creaked from my weight.

Soaking wet with her warm spit, she pulled down hard on my foreskin,
sucked on the head and pumped frantically.

I looked down at her and admired her hair and bare neck. I would not be
that cur. She deserved a hard fuck. I pulled her up by the shoulders
and she eagerly climbed over me.

Her robes fell open, revealing her heavy breasts. They hung down like
two full melons over top my face. Her nipples stood out tall and firm,
taunting me to suck them. The satin robe fell from her shoulders and
caught on her elbows. With the belt still tied, it sat on her waist
just below her belly button.

With one hand on my cock, she lifted herself over my cock and pulled
her thong to the side. In a single attempt, she slid down my soaking
shaft.

My head entered her slit and found a sloppy, gaping hole. Without
effort, she lowered herself down and sat on my hips.

"Oh, fuck." I said, my hands held her by the hip and thigh. As wet as
she was, I was afraid it would tear the skin from the base of my head.

She gave me a devilish grin and ran her hands up over her breasts and
through her hair. She moved her hips forward and purred.

Slow at first. Her body heaved forward, then back. Those large breasts
rose and fell as she inhaled deeply and her nipples poked out in
excitement.

I was about to put my hands on her when I felt it. My stomach tensed
and a familiar sensation grew in my scrotum and travelled up the
underside of my cock.

"Stop moving, I'm going to cum." I said. I tried to hold her hips, but
she thrust forward. I felt myself start to cum inside of her. I
couldn't help not bucking forward. I opened my mouth and let out a
moan. My chest and arms flexed as I pulled her tight onto me. Strong
pulses pumped my sperm into her. The pleasure it gave made me want to
yell out, but I held it in. 

After I finished. I covered my face, frustrated. She pulled my hands
down and lowered her lips to mine and slid her tongue inside my mouth.

"Five minutes, then you fuck me for real." She said. She undid her belt
and threw her robes to the side before stepping off me.

"What about condoms? I came inside you." I said.

She walked to the light switch wearing nothing but the purple and black
lace thong. The fabric vanished between her ass cheeks. "Remember, we
don't need them."

It was dark, but light enough that we could see one another. She
stepped out of her thong and crawled back onto the bed.

Blood pumped back into my cock. Not as fast or hard, but I desired to
fucker her again and prove myself.

Before I could sit up and greet her, she put her hands on my stomach
and thigh. In a fluid movement, she laid down and wrapped her mouth
around my glistening cock.

Eager to please, I shimmied over and slid my fingers inside of soaking
vagina, cum ran out over my fingers. Without warning, she pulled
herself up to my mouth and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I wasn't
sure, but I could taste both of us in her saliva.

My cock was hard to her touch. She grinned, then rolled to her knees
and looked back at me. "Fuck me like you did when you snuck into my
room."

Her comment stunned me for a second and I stared at her bare ass
pointed back at me.

"You owe me, fuck me hard with that cock." She said.

She moaned and threw her head back when my cock penetrated her. I felt
free. I could see her beautiful skin, how her muscles moved and the way
her hair flowed over her shoulders down to the bed.

I felt as free as her, and I smiled to myself. Her ass slammed into my
hips, driving me deeper inside. She clenched the edge of the bed and
called out, "James, fuck me harder, come on James, fuck me, fuck me."

Her waist twisted and arched, grinding on my cock as I pounded from
behind. I threw one foot forward and angled myself to the side.
Immediately, I felt myself sink deeper.

The first new thrust caused her to open her mouth wide and lose
strength in her arms. I rode her down onto the bed, pounding her ass as
hard as I could. Each hit my hips, slapped into her ass and she grunted
with pleasure.

Without the condom, I could feel her insides with the head of my cock.
We found our rhythm and soon both of us were grunting and moaning
together.

Maureen squealed and laid flat on the bed. Her body quivered, and I
felt her insides tighten around my cock. I held myself deep inside and
let her writhe into the sheets.

But she wasn't done, she looked back at me with lust and pulled my head
down to hers by my hair. We mashed our lips together and slide our
tongues over one another while my cock was still inside her.

She flipped around under me and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I missed her twice before she reached down and guided my cock into her
soaking hole.

"You're so hard." She said.

Maureen bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as I slid in as deep as I
could. She wiggled her body and caressed my flexed shoulders.

There was no resistance to her, and I slid in and out with ease. With
each thrust, her eyes opened wide and she gasp for air.

I felt my orgasm build. I pushed myself up and admired her face. When
she gave me a smile, I slammed down hard. Her eyes bulged and her mouth
fell open.

The sight of seeing her reaction brought me closer. I laid on top of
her and fucked her as hard as I could. Our worn bodies pressed and slid
over one another. Our tongues, hands, and torsos added to the pleasure.

We panted and thrust against one another, urging the other on harder.
Our breathing synced and when I felt my orgasm burst, my hips locked
forward.

"Oh, fuck..." she grit her teeth and pulled me deeper with her heels.
"Cum in me, cum deep inside of me." She dug her nails into my ass and
pulled me down.

I bucked my hips forward, pumping what was left of my seed into her. I
could feel her insides contracting and pulsing around my cock as I
twitched.

She held me tight until I had gone completely limp inside of her.
Spent, I rolled to the side and watched her chest rise and fall as she
caught her breath.

Pride swelled inside of me as I thought of how I had just fucked this
beautiful woman. She looked at me and smiled.

"Better?" She said.

"Much." I said.

She reached down and played with my limp cock. Discreetly, she was
curious if it would grow hard again. So was I, but turns out two times
was my limit. It didn't stop us from playing in the afterglow. We
touched and felt each other's clammy bodies.

She let out a sigh. "Did you see Rachelle's latest post about moving in
with her new boyfriend?"

I nodded my head. It was the last thing to cross my mind. But Aunt
Maureen stared off in the hallway.

"I hope she'll be okay this time."

I put my hands behind my head, I suddenly missed my sister. Like Aunt
Maureen, I had only one sibling. She was my best friend growing up. She
had long, slender legs and arms. She used to out wrestle me for years
until I got tougher. She was actually my first boob I touched.

My cock twitched and thickened at the memory of touching Rachelle's
bare breast under her shirt. It lasted for a second, but the memory was
a lifetime. I looked to my aunt, who stared up at the ceiling. My
mother had been her best friend too, just like Rachelle and I.

I pulled her tight against me and she fell asleep in my arms. Suddenly
the world seemed less lonely.

 

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