Subject: Aunt Linda Returns Home
Story Codes: Fm FFm F-solo m-solo anal incest father daughter aunt niece
Diary Date: December 23, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
My cousin and I may be practically sisters but we are very different in many
ways. The same could be said for our mothers (except, of course, they WERE
sisters). When my Aunt Linda moved in with my dad a few months ago it
allowed me to move in with Kristi, saving me a bundle on rent. It soon
became clear that things around the house weren’t the same with me there
instead of my aunt. So what happened when Aunt Linda returned home for a
day, supposedly to lay the law down?
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Cousins and Aunts
Chapter 2 – Mixed Feelings
Chapter 3 – Seeking Aunt Linda’s Help
Chapter 4 – Aunt Linda Takes Charge
Chapter 5 – Aunt Linda Turns the Tables
Chapter 6 – Aunt Linda Indulges Herself
Chapter 7 – Apologies
Chapter 1 – Cousins and Aunts
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Overall I’ve got to admit that I’ve been a pretty lucky girl for most of my
life. Born into a great family, I had two loving parents who were a daily
reminder as to how a Christian marriage should function. We weren’t filthy
rich but then again it wasn't like I ever remember any real financial
worries. For instance, sure we didn’t have yacht but there was always a nice
ski-boat for summer. Thanks to my dad I was able to attend a great private
Christian college without the burden of enormous student loans. OK, I will
even admit to being a little spoiled although I’d like to think it never got
to the point of being rotten. Overall, I’m not complaining!
That all said, if I was pushed to come up with one thing that I feel cheated
on, it would be not having any siblings. My mom had a rough delivery with me
and the doctors warned her that it would likely kill her if she had any more
children. Oh sure, being an only child definitely has its benefits. No
hand- me-downs and I’ve always gotten about anything I wanted. But those are
all physical benefits whereas I think by not having a brother or sister I
lost out on a lot more, if less tangible. When I see my friends, especially
as they get older, come to appreciate the relationships they have with their
sisters and brothers, I have to wonder what it would have been like to have
brother or sister myself. Of course, there is the added benefit of having a
brother around for more interesting things... (or a sister for that matter).
My mom had a younger sister growing up and I guess it’s hearing about how
they did so many things together that makes me wish at times that I had a
sister as well. As things turned out, my Aunt Linda herself had only one
child before her divorce. My cousin was a girl as well so neither sister
produced a son. Come to think about it, in all my immediate family there has
been only one boy produced versus six girls in my generation!
Without a father and a husband at home, it sort of fell to my dad to act as a
surrogate to my aunt and cousin. Of course he could never be a true husband
to my aunt, at least from an emotional perspective, but he DID try to help
with her sexual needs as best he could. He was like a father to Kristi – and
as she got older that relationship developed in ways that hopefully would
have been had she had a “real” father.
Kristi and I practically grew up as sisters as she and my aunt seemed to
always be over at our house. In some ways I guess Kristi is the sister I
never really had – and the same for her with me. Even today it’s like we’re
inseparable. In fact, because we’re always together and had similar
reputations back in high school, people who don't really know us all that
well often make the mistaken assumption that we ARE sisters. The reality is
that we are actually quite the opposites in many ways.
Take our physical appearances as an example. I’m a natural brunette who
changed to blonde a few years ago. Kristi is a blonde who changed to a
brunette, going almost black recently. Whereas my body is at best “average”
in most departments, Kristi has this crazy perky figure which makes people
often mistake her to be anywhere from two to four years younger than she
really is (she’s 22 now and still gets carded everywhere, even the R-rated
movies). Her boobs are perfect and her legs incredible with a smile that
makes boys melt like butter in a microwave oven. I’ve always been a little
heavier compared to her, not fat by any means but never as naturally thin as
Kristi. The girl can eat anything and never put on a pound! Whereas
flirting just seems to come natural for her, I have to TRY to flirt and while
I think I do a pretty darn good job at it, it’s not without some effort.
One area we really differ is not so much from the neck down but upwards.
I’ve pretty much always maintained a 4.0 average while Kristi passed thanks
to having horny teachers. I enjoy using men for fun and pleasure but it’s me
calling the shots whereas Kristi seems to have an inherent need for a man to
take care of her. I readily admit to having used my body to get things but
it’s been for things I WANT. Kristi, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind
in the slightest to use her body to get the things she NEEDS; hence her
relatively short career as a prostitute - which she only quit after some
pretty intense pressure from her mom..
Then there’s sex. Like duh. While we both LOVE it and even competed at
times in school as to who was the biggest slut, there’s actually quite a few
differences between us in that department as well. One area in particular is
masturbation. Kristi claims I’m some sort of a masturbation freak, LOL.
While of course she does it now and then, she seems to think I’m more than a
little bit weird because I do it at least two or three times a day. Even
when she DOES masturbate, she prefers a dildo or a vibrator whereas I’m a
finger girl all the way.
A key difference between us in terms of sex is one so great that it’s even
threatened our relationship at times. I mentioned earlier that Kristi worked
as a prostitute for a while, making a bundle of money but at the same time,
at least in MY opinion, she degrading herself by doing things I would NEVER
even fantasize about, let alone actually DO. Of course she saw it quite
differently. Still, it’s a one line I refuse to cross. To me, being a slut
is sexy and fun. Sluts use their bodies to get the things THEY wants. Being
a whore means you’re selling your body to anyone willing to pay so he can get
the things HE wants. That’s quite a difference, at least in my book.
It was one of the happiest days in my life when Kristi reluctantly announced
that she’d quit her job and would be going to school so she could sell real
estate along with her mom. Given that her mom wasn't afraid to has use her
body if necessary to close a deals, I had no doubt that Kristi will follow in
her footsteps. Still, at least she wasn't hooking anymore.
There is another significant difference between us sexually that has caused a
lot of tension, especially since I’ve moved in with her. That difference is
our preferred choice of men – or in her case, boys. While I can understand
the attraction of younger guys thanks to their incredible endurance and
unbridled enthusiasm, for me nothing beats an older guy who treats me with
respect and looks out for my needs ahead of his. Sure they may not have the
hard bodies of the young guys and maybe they can’t get it up but once or
twice a night, but what they do with it beats the younger guys all to hell.
And if they are married... all the better!
Kristi, on the other hand, prefers young teenage boys, like fourteen to
sixteen, maybe as old as seventeen sometimes if she’s desperate. Back when
she that age herself it was fine but then she turned eighteen and technically
it all became illegal. Now at 22 she is another four years older but still
going after the same age group of boys. I’ve always known this little
“quirk” about her but it wasn't until I started living with her that I truly
understood how often she did it. Live in the same house with her, it’s
practically in my face as she makes no attempt to hide them when they’re over
and more than once she’s even tried to get me to join in. No matter how else
you might rationalize it, in the end it’s something I would NEVER do for no
other reason than as an elementary school teacher, it’s a certain career-
ender. Not really a fair exchange for just a few moments of entertainment.
It’s sort of funny but in many ways the relationship between me and my cousin
Kristi reflects that between my mom and Aunt Linda. My mom was always the
quieter, more reserved one while Linda was the younger sister trying to keep
up with – or exceed, everything her older sister was doing (not to mention
WHO she was doing). Whereas my mom kept my dad at bay until I was old enough
to ask for it on my own, my Aunt had carried on the incest tradition by their
father when she and my mom were barely teens (well, at twelve Linda wasn't
even a teenager I guess). She and Kristi even slept in the same bed starting
the day her husband left after the divorce. Thus Aunt Linda and Kristi were
closer at an early age in some important ways that I wasn't with my own mom
until I was well past my sixteenth birthday.
On the other hand, now that I am living with Kristi and my Aunt was staying
with my dad, I see that there was more similarity between my aunt and cousin
than I had realized before. Some of the boys Kristi would bring over were
“regulars” and when I first moved in they would see me. The look and grin
they gave me told me they had expectations that I wasn't ready to meet.
It didn't take me long to figure out why they even HAD such expectations. As
it turned out, my Aunt Linda was more “accommodating” so I guess they just
assumed since I’d moved in to take her place that I would assume her role as
the neighborhood MILF, even though I am almost twenty years younger than my
Aunt Linda and not even married (or divorced for that matter). It sort of
surprised me because while I was aware that my Aunt Linda liked to indulge
herself with Kristi’s boy toys at times, I had no idea that she was into it
THAT much. It was enough that it made me start to wonder if every boy in the
neighborhood hadn’t had SOME sort experience with her in the past, even if
just a hand-job or to grope her boobs, or at the least get a peek at her
body.
While the boys were unhappy about not getting Kristi’s mom (or at least her
cousin) to join in, that was nothing compared to Kristi’s frustrations. She
tried over and over to get me to join in, to the point of practically having
sex with them right next to me in a vain effort to make me want to abandon my
principles. As tempting as some of those times were, I never broke down and
I hope I never will. It would only take one time with the wrong boy and my
entire life would be changed forever. Just look at the headline news!
Kristi seemed to assume that sooner or later I would give in to my lust and
let some fourteen year-old kid do me so it must have surprised her to see
that my answer was an unwavering “no”. Just when I thought she was finally
getting the message, the cavalry arrived in the form of her mom, riding in to
save the day!
Chapter 2 – Mixed Feelings
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Actually, it all started before my aunt ever showed up. I woke up on my
first day of Christmas break, only to find that instead of it being noon, or
some other decent hour for getting out of bed on the first day of your
holiday, it was only 8:00! What the heck was going on?
Now that I was awake, I felt Mother Nature’s urge so I slipped on a t-shirt
and headed across the hall to the bathroom to take care of business. The
house seemed quiet so what had woke me up? Kristi should have been gone by
now to the office where she and her mom worked which means in theory, there
shouldn’t be anything – or anyone, inside to disturb me. Shrugging my
shoulders, I decided it must have just been a bad dream and started back to
my bedroom. Oh well, if nothing else, now that I was awake I could take care
of another “urge” that also needed to be satisfied when I woke up...
Just then I heard something, like a dish clattering, coming from the
downstairs. My heart was pounding but then I realized it was probably Kristi
making breakfast. Sheesh, she must be running late again – as usual.
Fortunately she basically worked for her mom and in the home selling business
it usually didn't matter all that much if she got in a little late anyway.
Still, I was curious what she was doing since her breakfasts typically
consisted of something from a box she could eat with her hands. Kristi may
have her talents but when it came to cooking and making dinner, she must have
slept in the day those were handed out.
I carefully made my way down the stairs. Unlike the ones in my home growing
up, these were quite sturdy so I didn't have to navigate some complicated
route to avoid the squeaks and creaks. The kitchen was down the hall once I
got to the bottom so I knew that she wouldn't see me until I got closer.
“Shush! You’ll wake up my cousin!”
What the heck? That was Kristi’s voice but who was she talking to?
“Stop that silly, I told you if you ate your breakfast you’d get dessert so
stop acting like that and quit it.”
There was this noise like she was scuffling with someone and then she said a
little more sharply, “Damn it Todd, I said to STOP that!”
“But I thought you liked me to touch you there?” another voice responded.
Crap, now I knew what was going on. My ever-horny cousin had one of her
little boy toys over. With school now out for the rest of the year, she
certainly wasn't wasting any time. From the pitch of his voice, he couldn't
have been very old – maybe fifteen or sixteen at most?
“You know I do and I like to touch you too,” I barely heard her answer back.
It was more like she was his babysitter from the way she was talking to him.
Hmmm, I revised my initial estimate - maybe fourteen?
“You said you were hungry so finish your cereal and then we can go upstairs
and fuck... OK?”
Standing there in the hallway, I debated what to do next. Suddenly I felt a
little self-conscious as the t-shirt I was wearing did a fine job in covering
my chest and upper body, but it barely came down to my belly button, let
alone anywhere near my bottom. When I’d put it on I hadn’t realized that
some teenage boy might be getting a look at me! Thus any thoughts of going
in the kitchen and surprising them were out. I wasn't about to flash my bare
ass and pussy to some kid not much older than as the ones I taught in school.
Not exactly the sort of reputation you need to have when you’re an elementary
school teacher – and one at a small Christian school at that.
The best option in this case seemed to be to go back to bed and ignore them.
When I first moved in, Kristi had tried to get me involved with some of her
“friends” but I had stood firm from the outset, refusing to allow myself to
get dragged into her sordid little affairs. Fucking a high school boy was
fun when I was in high school myself, (OK, and maybe a little after that),
but now I was 24 and nobody was going to buy the “but we’re almost the same
age” rationalization any more. Even at 22, Kristi wasn't in all that much
better of a situation but she didn't seem to mind a bit. If anything, she
seemed to relish them all the more as she got older.
Perhaps what REALLY intrigued me was a few of the comments made when I first
moved in. When I turned down Kristi’s offers I heard something a few times
that made me curious. Things like, “But your mom use to so why won’t your
cousin?” or “I miss your mom,” usually in tones that sounded frustrated or
even exasperated. Kristi and her mom had never been ones to talk a lot about
their home life. I knew they’d slept together ever since her dad left and
these days I also knew what they did together from an early age, but it was
more based on an offhand comment here and there or something my mom would
pass on to me more so than either of them coming straight out and saying
anything.
There had been a few times in the past when I’d gotten a hint that my aunt
also liked to indulge herself with some of Kristi’s “friends”. Indeed, I
knew for sure they did older guys together – my ex-boyfriend was one example
from just last year (long story...). I’d never actually SEEN my aunt with a
teenager. Actually, I rarely saw her with ANY guys as she seemed to prefer
to keep her dating experiences private. Still, I sometimes wondered just how
much my aunt and cousin did together when it came to the younger generation
around town.
There was one time when I let myself get into a conversation with Kristi
about her “hobby”. She had been trying to con me into doing something with
her and along the way I asked her where she found these boys in the first
place. It wasn't like our own neighbors had that many boys that qualified.
She explained it was all mostly word of mouth while some of them went back to
guys she was with in high school who now had brothers following in their
footsteps.
What Kristi didn't realize in telling me all this was that it was EXACTLY why
I did NOT want to participate in anything with her. If they were kids who
were telling one another about this hot chick that liked to fuck high school
boys (at least I think most of them had made it to high school), the LAST
thing I needed was for MY name to be included in that rumor mill.
Actually, I DID try to talk some sense into Kristi many times but it was like
back when I was trying to prod her to quit her prostitution gig. She refused
to listen to me then, just as she refused to listen to me now. Once of my
concerns about her being a whore was that it would become common knowledge in
the community, possibly leading to who knows what problems for her as well as
our family. Fortunately, her mom had finally talked some sense into her and
she quit before anything like that happened.
Now it was the same with her “youth fetish” as I liked to call it. I could
only imagine the consequences if the word ever spread to the wrong ears. At
least she did her whoring with adult men (at least so far as I knew) so all
she could be charged with was prostitution. THIS, however, could lead to
much more serious issues, perhaps even a label as a sex offender. Now THAT
wasn't something to make light of – and a damn good reason for me to keep my
bare ass out of the kitchen this morning!
I made it back to my room without alerting them to my presence. I considered
closing my door but then Kristi would know something was up as I NEVER closed
my bedroom door, not even when I was growing up. I’m not really
claustrophobic but still, I hated being in my room with the door closed.
Besides, my room was at the end of the hall whereas hers was right at the top
of the stairs so there wasn’t much risk in us crossing paths.
Dropping my t-shirt on the floor by my bed, I crawled under the covers to
keep warm. I kept hearing Todd’s voice in my head and I wondered again how
old he was. Hmmmmmm, what did he look like? Had he been here before? How
much experience had he had with other girls – if any? How had he and Kristi
gotten together? Then the big question - what the heck was he doing over
here so damn early?
I recalled a TV show where a college boy was accused of statutory rape but he
claimed she had told him she was eighteen. As part of the investigation, he
was shown photos of successively younger girls in provocative clothing and
poses and was then asked if they turned him on. Of course he said “no” but
the guy asking him the questions knew he was lying. The key point was that
in the end the investigator claimed that the guy was telling the truth about
thinking the so- called rape victim was of age. He made the point that it is
a natural human reaction for a male to be stimulated by youthful girls – just
part of the genes. The key was that while he was lying about not being
turned on by them, he DID know that it was “wrong” to do so, or at least to
act on those feelings.
It sort of ties in with my motto that “any fantasy is OK, no matter what it
is, so long as the person knows where the line is between fantasy and
reality”. I don't care if someone tells me they fantasize about sex with
very young children, even though it doesn't turn me on in the least and
actually is disgusting so far as I am concerned, What I DO care about it
whether that person ever ACTS on those feelings. If a guy wants to jerk off
THINKING about fucking 4 year-old girls, let him enjoy his perverse
imagination but if he ever actually touched one – well I would hope he enjoys
his new cell partner.
So it was with me. OK, I admit it. Young boys turn me on. I don’t mean
like nine or ten year olds – that’s gross. But from fourteen on up, as they
mature and start to get all horny, there is a certain attraction I think most
women would admit to if they didn't think they would be judged for saying so.
The key difference between me and Kristi is that while I may admire a
youthful boy’s vigor and stamina, I would NEVER have sex with one. Indeed,
the youngest boy I’ve EVER had sex with was sixteen – and I was fourteen at
the time. In my later teens I still fooled around a little but again, they
were at least sixteen and usually older. Once I hit my twenties, reality set
in and I knew those days were over but then there was a whole new world out
there of men to go after so why go after the ones who were not only immoral,
but illegal as well?
With all that in mind, you can understand why as I laid in bed and thought
about the mysterious Todd and Kristi, there was this forbidden urge in me to
hop out of bed and join them. I found myself visualizing his young dick and
thinking about how easily it could be aroused at that age. Sure, he might
not be all that big yet but surely he would be hard as steel and STAY that
way, even after cumming a couple of times. I could imagine how eager he
would be to please me as he explored my body with his hands, groping and
fondling me in places he’d only dreamed of when he looked at the dirty
magazines he kept stashed under his mattress.
My right hand slipped between my bare legs as I imagined taking his hard
little cock in my mouth, looking up at him and seeing his eyes open wide as
he felt a girl’s lips around him for the very first time. No doubt it would
take just a few licks up and down his smooth shaft, together with a head bob
or two and he’d explode like a volcano in my mouth.
God I suddenly felt so horny! Sure, I always felt horny in the morning but
this time it was special as I imagined guiding Todd’s still hard dick into my
pussy. God... to feel his stiff dick slide into me, my pussy gripping him as
he felt for the first time the warmth and wetness of a girl’s pussy around
his dick... Damn, I wanted it SO badly right then.
Was it because I hadn’t taken care of my “morning itch” yet? Was it the
thought of being with a young boy like Todd? Whatever it was, I came quickly
and HARD, plunging my fingers deep into me as I imagined Todd fucking me,
cumming in me over and over as his cock exploded inside of a girl for the
first time. Instead of his cum spurting onto his hand or stomach, it was
inside of me, in a pussy where it belonged.
As I laid there, letting my orgasm run its course through me, I opened my
eyes to look at the doorway. In a way I was almost disappointed as I half-
expected to see Kristi and Todd standing there watching me. At the same
time, I was also relieved that they weren’t! Then I heard something, like
they’d finally made their way upstairs to her bedroom. Knowing Kristi, she
would leave the door open but in her case it was to make sure I heard her.
The little slut never stopped trying.
As hot as it made me, and as much as I knew Kristi loved what she was doing,
as her older cousin and the closest person she had to being a sister, I also
felt somewhat a responsibility for her. Someone needed to talk some sense
into her pretty head. It certainly wasn’t going to be me so that pretty much
left once person – her mom. It wasn't until her mom finally put her foot
down that Kristi quit whoring so maybe now if she did the same with regards
to the young boys, Kristi might finally “graduate” to guys at least her own
age - or at least eighteen if nothing else.
That’s when I decided to pick up the phone...
Chapter 3 – Seeking Aunt Linda’s Help
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I dialed the office and fortunately my aunt answered the phone. At least she
wasn't out looking at homes with a client. She seemed a little surprised
that I was calling (she knows how I like to sleep in) but didn’t press the
issue.
“Aunt Linda, I’m not sure how to say this but I don't know who else to turn
to.”
“What are you talking about Kelly? Hell, you know you can always come to me
about anything.”
“Well... It’s about Kristi...”
“Oh great, NOW what has she gotten herself into? Where the hell is she
anyway? She’s late again.” My aunt sighed audibly over the phone.
“Well, it’s not what SHE is into, it’s who is into HER.”
“Ohhhhh, so THAT’S why the little slut’s late this morning. I figured it
must have been something like that although I guess at this time of day I
figured it would be the two of you. So what’s the big deal? It’s not like
we’re all that busy here at this time of year so I wasn't all THAT worried
about it.”
To say Kristi and her mom have a rather unique relationship would be the
understatement of the year. Still, it seemed to work for both of them so who
was I to say anything?
“Do you know someone named Todd?”
There was silence on the line and I wasn't sure if it meant she was thinking
about it or if she didn't want to answer.
“Well... I guess you could say that. Why do you ask?”
I went on from there to explain to her the events of the morning and my
concerns about what she was doing. I hadn’t quite finished when my aunt cut
back in.
“You know Kelly, we’ve talked about this before so I’m not so sure what you
expect me to do? Frankly, if this is the Todd I think we’re talking about, I
can’t say I really blame her. Have you seen the kid yet? He’s pretty damn
cute.”
THAT wasn't exactly the response I was hoping for. Still, sooner or later we
needed to work this out and if I was going to have any success it was
paramount that my aunt be on board with me.
“No, I haven’t see him yet but he certainly didn't sound very old,” I said,
trying not to let the frustration escape through the phone, “She won’t listen
to me about this – we both know that, so I was thinking maybe this would be a
good time for something like an intervention before she gets herself in hot
water someday.”
“An intervention? You’re kidding... right?”
Thank God video phones aren’t here yet otherwise she would have seen my eyes
rolling.
“OK, maybe a bad choice of words but someone needs to talk some sense into
her and stop this and I can’t think of anyone she’ll listen to but you.”
Again, there was a long pause on the phone. Then it was like she started to
say something but changed her mind and then it went quiet again, only to
repeat this a couple more times before she finally said something.
“Look, things are dragging around here so how about I come over and we can
talk some more about this, OK?”
It sounded like a plan so I agreed and she quickly hung up. Sitting there
with my silent cell phone in my hand, I thought about what she had said and
then it dawned on me that she hadn’t really promised anything at all. Well,
hopefully she would do something to convince her daughter what a treacherous
road she was on. Hearing some of what was going on down the hall though, I
had a feeling it was going to take some pretty tough love to convince her.
Having just finished myself and now after talking to my aunt, I really wasn't
all that horny any more so I decided to quickly wash up and get dressed. It
would take my aunt about fifteen minutes to get here if the roads were clear
so I had to hurry. There was no sense in getting carried away as I had no
plans for going anywhere. All my shopping was done and today was suppose to
have been a day of sheer laziness.
By the time my aunt arrived I’d cleaned myself up and thrown on some sweat
pants and sweatshirt – perfect actually for this early in the morning when it
seemed the house was a lot colder than the hallway thermostat claimed. I was
waiting for her in the living room after having silently slipped by my
cousin’s bedroom. Passing by I couldn't help but take a peak but there
wasn't much to see with the covers mostly over the two of them. All I could
make out was the back of his head and shoulders as he appeared to be fucking
her plain old missionary style. His head was buried in her neck, covering
his face as well as hiding hers from view. She was being
uncharacteristically quiet as usually Kristi is quite vocal during sex.
I was waiting on the couch when the door opened and in walked my Aunt Linda,
back home again for the first time in weeks.
Chapter 4 – Aunt Linda Takes Charge
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“Hey girl, you’re looking hot this morning,” she greeted me rather
sarcastically but the smile on her face disarmed her remark.
She liked to tease me and I guess I was usually an easy mark for her. It’s
not like she was dressed all that hot herself as she tossed her winter coat
over the back of the love seat. She was wearing a pant outfit – something I
rarely saw her in so evidently she wasn't planning on entertaining any
clients today.
One of the reasons it took a lot for my aunt to step in and convince her
daughter to quite the “escort” business was that in some ways, my aunt wasn't
all that different. Sure, she was a licensed Realtor and all, but in today’s
housing market there’s a ton of competition and my aunt wasn't afraid to use
every “asset” she had to her advantage. She specialized in upscale homes
typically purchased by executives moving in from out of town or those that
had been promoted and were looking to upscale their homes. Thus she worked
with a lot of “alpha” type males, accustomed to knowing what they wanted –
and getting it, especially when it came to women.
Sure sexual harassment and sex discrimination are supposedly gone or at least
on their way out but try telling that to the real world executive. They may
not put things in those terms but they DO know where a woman’s place is, at
least in their opinion. While it may have irritated her sensibilities, my
aunt was more than willing to use their sexist attitudes to turn quite a pile
of commissions at a time when most realtors were crying. Listening to her
describe some of her clients and what she’d done to get a sale, I don’t think
she really minded it all that much either.
Actually, my aunt has even come to me a couple of time for some “help”. It
was sort of fun, although a bit surreal as well, to do it in a strange house
with someone who didn't even live there just so he would sign a purchase
agreement with my aunt. I knew that Kristi often helped as well and when I
first heard that she was trading in her mattress for a gold jacket I
cynically thought all she was doing was changing her client base. To give
her credit, she put I a great effort on her classes and she had passed her
initial exams with flying colors – not something I was use to seeing in her
in the past.
“So are they going at it now?” she asked, nodding her head towards the stairs
leading up to our bedrooms.
“Looked like it last time I checked,” I said with a frown.
“Oh lighten up Kelly, it’s not like she’s raping him or anything.”
“Well, LEGALLY she is!”
My aunt frowned herself now. She had said it lightly but still, I couldn't
help but wonder what she meant by it and she certainly didn't seem to like my
response. I’d assumed the reason she had come back home this morning was to
straighten Kristi out once and for all but now I wasn't so sure anymore.
“You said it was Todd, right?” she asked. I just nodded and she grinned
slyly, “Mmmmmmm, I remember him. God he was a cute one. Been a while since
he’s been over though.”
This was the second time she’d mentioned him being cute so I was starting to
wonder what her motives REALLY had been in coming over here. Something was
telling me that it wasn't what I was hoping for, no indeed.
“So you’ve seen him before?”
My aunt smiled naughtily, “Oh yeah, he use to be one of Kristi’s regulars but
then when school started it seemed he stopped coming over. Oh... that’s
right... today’s the start of Christmas break; so no wonder he’s over today.”
She paused and then continued, “I know, I know, that's not what you meant.
Let’s just say for now that we’ve both seen a lot of each other, if you know
what I mean.”
“Aunt Linda! You’re kidding me!” I exclaimed, unable to control myself
completely even though I’d already more or less assumed this was the case
based on her remarks so far.
“Hey girl. just because you pass the forty milestone doesn't mean you turn
into some old maid,” she said, wagging her finger at me, “It never hurts to
indulge now and then. Look at your mother and your cousin Rick!”
“Yeah but you’re 41 and he’s what... fifteen?”
“Oh gosh no Kelly, what kind of woman do you think I am? He’s at least
sixteen by now.”
Like THAT made any difference but she didn't seem to see the irony in her
remark. Maybe so, but he certainly didn't SOUND like he was sixteen and
certainly no older. All I knew was that things were definitely NOT going as
I had planned.
Chapter 5 – Aunt Linda Turns the Tables
=======================================
With that she turned her head towards the stairs and her shoulder lifted and
then dropped as I heard her sigh.
“I know you mean well Kelly,” she turned to me and said softly but I could
tell from her tone where it as going, “But to be frank, sometimes you stick
your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”
Now THAT wasn't what I expected. I just stared at her, dumbfounded that she
seemed to be blaming ME for something or another now. “It’s not like it’s
dangerous or anything – the main reason I was against the prostitution gig;
and with Todd it’s certainly consensual... trust me on THAT one. For crying
out loud, he IS sixteen so it’s not like anyone’s raiding the cradle so
lighten up. Nobody is saying YOU have to participate, are they?”
Well, technically that was true but I’d been feeling more than just a little
peer pressure and all which hadn’t made me very comfortable. Still, I wasn't
about to argue the point with my Aunt, I knew from past experience such
arguments are never won. Even when you think you do, you’ve still lost in
the end.
“So what are you going to do?” I asked rather lamely, not sure what else to
say without pissing her off all the more.
Aunt Linda’s head hunched down and she gave me this “what the hell is wrong
with you” expression so clearly I’d still somehow managed to say the wrong
thing.
“Oh Kelly... what am I going to do with you? For a girl as smart as you,
sometimes you can be really naïve.”
Now I was starting to get a little perturbed myself. Like, what had I
exactly done to deserve all this? After all, I wasn't the one fucking some
kid in my bedroom. I started to speak up in my defense but she was on a roll
and there was no stopping her now.
“Do you think I came home because I was going to talk her out of anything?”
she asked but obviously intended to answer her own question with, “Hell no...
I came home to JOIN her you silly girl.”
Sheesh, now what had I done? She turned away from me before I could figure
out what to say and started up the stairs. About half-way up she turned and
grinned at me saying, “You know Kelly, it’s never too late to change your
mind.”
She was just teasing me but still, it sort of made me feel a little ticked
that she would even bother. She knew how I felt about it and still, she
couldn't resist one last little taunt. No wonder Kristi was the way she was!
She disappeared from view and then I heard an excited voice. I couldn't
quite make out what was being said or who was saying it, but it was like
someone at an airport greeting their long-separated loved one as they came
off the plane. Not really wanting to listen any more, I went into the
kitchen to get something to snack on. Nothing like a couple of donut holes
to take your mind off things.
Sitting at the kitchen table, I put the entire Dunkin Donuts box in front of
me. So what if I downed a few extra calories this morning. It wasn't like I
could go back up to bed and sleep or anything with lord only knows what
debauchery going on right down the hall.
I started to think about what my aunt had said – or rather lecture to me.
Was I really making a federal case out of nothing? If I was honest, sure
Kristi (and now my aunt) teased me and did their best to try to get me to
join in, but they never FORCED me to do anything or boxed me into as
situation where I had no choice. Was it really any different than my friend
Beth constantly nagging me to go to one of her sex parties with her? OK, so
one was legal and the other not but was the principle any different when it
came down to it?
Obviously my Aunt Linda felt confident that the boys she was with could be
trusted. Ignoring the legal issues, it wasn’t like her job would be on the
line if people found out so I guess she could take more risks than someone in
my position. Still, it could make things a little uncomfortable, to say the
least, if what was happening upstairs right now ever got made public. Other
than when it involved a teacher, when was the last time anyone had filed a
complaint about an older woman and a younger boy having sex – provided he
wasn’t TOO young? Heck, TV even has “Cougar Town” now!
Downing my third donut hole, I started to think about the three of them
upstairs. It had to be a dream come true for whoever he was to have a mother
and daughter pair up with him, especially when they looked like my aunt and
cousin. How did he NOT brag about it to his friends? And if he did, how did
they NOT tell others about it? Yet apparently he didn’t as from what I
gathered, he was a “regular” for them both. Maybe the kids was smart enough
to know a good thing when he had it. If that was the case, that made him a
lot smarter and mature than just about any other sixteen year-old boy I’d
ever known.
Soooooo... my mind began to conjure up all sorts of possibilities. I made
the assumption that he really WAS discreet and mature – the exception to the
rule, was this perhaps not an opportunity for me a well? I’ve never said I
wouldn’t LIKE to have sex with a younger boy and sixteen was about the
perfect age when I fantasized about it. Any younger and they were just way
too immature. It would simply make me feel dirty in a crazy sort of way to
have sex with a kid in grade school. Any older and if he was at all hot then
he was probably already doing plenty of girls his own age and you ran the
risk of just being a notch on his belt – a check in the MILF box if you will.
So I readily admit to having masturbated while fantasizing about sex with a
sixteen year-old boy. They key difference between me and my relatives was
that unlike them, I would NEVER actually do it. Maybe someday when he’s my
son but THAT is incest and the rules are all different then.
OK, so how many times have I had to remind myself to never say never? It
seemed there was ALWAYS an exception to every rule so was this one of those
times? Here I was sitting at the kitchen table eating fat pills while my
aunt and cousin were having a great time upstairs, or at least I assumed so
from the occasional moan or shout that made it all the way from the upstairs
bedroom to the kitchen. Was I being TOO stubborn? Would I regret later that
I let this opportunity slip through my fingers over some sort of principle
that nobody cared about but me?
When I first came in the kitchen I’d been a bit flustered from talking to my
aunt and really was not at all horny. However, now that I’d settled down and
starting to think about it a little more, I could feel that sensation between
my legs and in my lower belly that I knew meant I was going to have to take
care of something before too much longer. The sweat pants were too warm and
uncomfortable so I slipped them off and the feel of the cool wood of the
chair under my now bare ass was soooooo comforting.
Closing my eyes, I inched forward on the chair such that I was barely on it,
leaning back and lifting with my hips to push my pussy upward as my left hand
instinctively made its way to its favorite place to be. The moment I touched
my pussy it was hitting me with a Taser as I felt this shock rippled though
me, making me gasp as my sensitive clit responded. Damn, I may not have been
a few minutes before but I was certainly horny now!
I’d only masturbated for a few minutes when I opened my eyes and pulled my
hand away from my crotch. Sitting up, I huffed and shook my head, not quite
believing what I was doing. This was really stupid when you thought about
it. Here my aunt and cousin were fucking the daylights out of some hot
teenage boy upstairs and what was I doing but playing with myself in the
kitchen wishing I could join them. It wasn't like there was some force field
keeping me away from them. All I had to do was walk upstairs and I was sure
they would be more than happy to let me join in. What was holding me back?
I stood up and straightened out the sweatshirt. It was an XL so it fit me
like a feed bag but that’s why I loved it so much – REALLY comfy to wear
around the house. It also came about halfway down my thighs when I stood up
which made it somewhat modest, at least compared to what else I usually wore
around the house. I’d made up my mind and once I’d done that, then there was
no sense wasting any more time debating the issue – it was time to just do
it!
As I made my way up the stairs, I kept telling myself that all I was going to
do was watch and that I would NOT get involved any more than that. I just
couldn't take this listening in the kitchen crap any longer, not when so much
was going on upstairs without me. Why not watch? Was it really any
different? Being in the house, it would be hard to complain I had no idea
what was going on in the bedroom so I was going to be indicted, it may as
well be on something that was plausible. I’d just watch and masturbate and
enjoy the show!
Chapter 6 – Aunt Linda Indulges Herself
=======================================
I don't know who was more surprised when I made my entrance. I didn't
hesitate at the top of the stairs but instead just walked right in like I
owned the place. It took only a couple quick glances to figure out what was
going on. Obviously things had moved along pretty quickly as Todd was
fucking my Aunt Linda doggie style while she was eating out Kristi’s pussy in
a 69 position such that Kristi’s head was right underneath where she had a
front-row view of Todd’s dick sliding in and out of her mom’s hairy pussy.
Nope, they hadn’t been wasting any time, that was for sure!
In the position they were in, nobody realized at first that I even had
entered the room. Todd was facing away from the door and my Aunt was
similarly facing the same direction, only with her head down between Kristi’s
thighs. Kristi had a big pillow under her ass which made it easier for her
mom to tongue her pussy. Kristi was pretty much out of sight as well with
her head under her mother’s pussy with Todd kneeling behind my aunt’s bare
ass as he fucked her. I’d been holding my breath as I entered, waiting for
the immediate response but instead it was as if either they didn't notice me
or they didn't care to make a big deal out to. Probably a little of both I
would say based on how things went from there.
I coughed just enough to get their attention. My aunt lifted her head up and
turned it back to see me over her shoulder. Todd stopped fucking my aunt and
twisted around to see who was at the door. He just grinned when he saw who
it was and went back to fucking my aunt. While I don't think Kristi actually
saw me, who else would it be?
“Come on in Kelly, my aunt invited me, “You gonna join in?”
I just shook my head and took a seat in a chair by the window where I got a
great side view of the action on the bed. My aunt didn't press the issue but
just went back to licking Kristi as if nothing had happened. Todd seemed to
take her lead on everything so when she stopped paying attention to me, he
did the same and pretty much ignored me for the time being at least. In a
way I guess I was almost disappointed in that they didn't try harder to get
me to join in. Of course I would have refused politely but they still could
have at least TRIED!
So now I had a ring-side seat. It seemed sort of silly to keep the
sweatshirt on when everyone else was naked and fucking so I took it off and
tossed it on the floor for the time being. It seemed to catch Todd ‘s eye
when it landed and I smiled at him as he looked appreciatively at my now
naked body. Even so, I noticed he didn’t miss a beat when it came to
stroking himself in and out of my aunt. It was pretty obvious where his
priorities lay!
It wasn't like I’d never seen my aunt and cousin having sex before, but this
WAS the first time I’d seen them together with a boy as young as Todd. As I
watched, I couldn't help but notice he seemed pretty confident and apparently
had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. Then again, my aunt HAD said he
was a “regular” so I assumed that in the past he’d been taught well about the
art of having sex. Indeed, I couldn't think of anyone better to teach him
than my cousin and her mother.
For just a moment I felt a little pang of envy. My aunt had flipped over and
put a couple pillows under ass now so Todd cold fuck her while kneeling
between her legs. Meanwhile, Kristi had mounted her mother’s face and was
letting her mom lick her pussy as she leaned forward and played with my
aunt’s clit while Todd fucked her. It brought back memories of the few times
I’d been in a similar situation with my mom and dad. We seldom had sex as a
three-some but now and then my mom encouraged me to join in when she wanted
to do something special for my dad like in his birthday or for father’s Day.
What made me envious wasn't so much that Kristi was doing this with her mom
and another guy, it was that they were doing it with a guy not in our family.
I’d never had sex with my mother with any of my boyfriends or guys she knew
as the third – it was always my dad. Being married, my mom would never have
had sex with another man (let alone a boy) along with me as that would have
been adultery in her way of seeing things. It wouldn’t have mattered if my
dad was there watching, adultery was adultery and she wouldn't have ever done
it. Of course, now that she was gone it was a moot point, but I still
wondered how it would’ve been to do with my mom what Kristi was doing with
hers.
My pussy was practically dripping I was so horny. What the hell, would it
really hurt to jump on the bed and ask for Todd to fuck me just for a little
while? Even if he didn't cum in me, I could imagine how good his rigid cock
would feel in me right now. His enthusiasm was remarkable and I’m sure he
would have loved fucking yet another girt this morning. Like, how much
different would it be to let him fuck me than what I was doing already. It
wasn't like masturbating in front of him while he fucked my aunt was exactly
going to go over well with my school board. Since I’d already gone this far,
why not get some satisfaction out of it instead of just what my own fingers
could deliver?
I was about to stand up when my Aunt Linda started to buck and cry out as her
orgasm peaked. Well, I wasn't going to break in NOW, that was for sure. I
hunched back down in the chair but then couldn't help but start playing with
myself again as she moaned and humped under him like she was some sort of
wild harlot. I’d heard her having sex with my dad plenty of times recently
and never heard her get off like this before. No wonder she was so intent on
doing it with this kid again!
Todd must have been turned on by my Aunt’s display as much as I was because
suddenly he pulled out of my aunt and started to spray his cum all over her
stomach and boobs. The first shot actually might have reached her face but
it was hard to tell from where I was at. Damn, that boy must have had the
cum sac of a horse to shoot that much at one time! Kristi wasn't about to
let it go to waste as she licked up what she could and then used her fingers
to scoop of the rest, rubbing hat she couldn't get into her mouth all over
her mother’s gorgeous body, leaving a thin film of cum all over her to shine
in the light.
That was my cue – time to go for it and fuck this kid before I lost my nerve.
I knew if I allowed myself to think about it that my rational side would take
over and ask what the hell was I doing so before then., I had only a few
minutes to do it if I ever was. Todd’s dick was still standing out from his
body like it was permanently erect, not shrinking one bit after delivering
such a monstrous load of cum.
Damn! Just as I was about to get up again, my cousin pushed him onto his
back and she crawled forward and mounted him cowgirl style before I could
even get my butt off the chair. She had his dick up in her and was rocking
on him like a kid on the playgirl gone mad before I even realized what was
happening!
My aunt looked exhausted but she still looked over at me and grinned. I
think she caught on to how exasperated I was that Kristi had jumped on Todd
so quickly before I could but then she shrugged her shoulders as if to say,
“Sorry, What can I do about it?” I couldn't blame her as I knew Kristi well
enough to know that when she was ready to be fucked, you had better just get
out of her way because she became so focused on her target that she would
literally run you over if you got between her and the dick she was eying.
Kristi had her hands on Todd’s smooth but muscular chest, humping his dick
with her hips as he just laid there and enjoyed what she was doing. Yep,
there was nothing like watching a professional going to work! Kristi may not
be technically a whore any longer, but watching her in action made it easy to
understand why she could demand the ridiculous rates she was getting. The
girl was insatiable and had this knack for making the guy feel like it was
all his doing.
It was tempting to go over to my aunt and lick off what remained of Todd’s
sperm that was now spread out all over her. I couldn't help but smile to
myself as I thought this was exactly why I loved it when a guy came IN me
instead of ON me. Of course it feels great to have him cum in me and it’s
not like he is pulling out just when my own reactions were peaking. No, if
you’ve ever had cum spread all over you then you know exactly what I’m
referring to – the damn stuff started to really itch once it dries! If my
Aunt didn't take a shower soon, she’d soon be scratching away like she’d
walked through a poison ivy patch, especially when considering how much cum
Todd had proved for her.
In the end I stayed in my seat, fingering myself again as I watched my perky
cousin riding cowgirl on the poor guy’s dick. I guess after cumming rather
quickly in my aunt, his next load was being a little more shy about making an
appearance so quickly. Still, he WAS just sixteen so I couldn’t imagine him
lasting much longer and sure enough, it was only a few more minutes before he
started to cum again, only this time Kristi popped off of him and took it in
her mouth instead of letting him spray it all over her. Well, I shouldn't
say she took it ALL in her mouth, just the first shot. The rest she took
rubbing his dick against her face, letting it shoot out and coat her face
like she was applying some sort of facial cream straight from the tube.
After he’d cum I started once again to get up, hoping Kristi might share a
little of it with me but instead she went straight to her mom and the two of
the kissed and my aunt licked Todd’s cum from her daughter’s face, cleaning
off every drop of it before she quit.
Well, NOW it was my turn... or so I thought. Were they just being spiteful
or was it they were so horny for Todd that they just didn't want to share him
now that they had him for themselves? Whatever their reason, the two of them
didn't give me a chance before the bother were laying down, one on each side
of Todd, sharing his dick as they sucked and fondled it between the two of
them. From the looks of things and the way they had settled in, it was
obvious their intent was to get him off again, only this time using their
mouths instead of their pussies.
Enough was enough, I wasn't about to try competing with them for Todd’s
attention. I gathered my sweatshirt and went down to the kitchen to get my
sweatpants which I’d left on the floor from earlier. Back upstairs, I paused
at their bedroom and saw they were still sucking and licking away at Todd’s
still extremely hard dick. Ah, the stamina of a sixteen year-old cock!
Back in my room, I reached in the drawer for something I hadn’t used in a
long time – my Rabbit vibrator. I’d wanted Todd’s dick really bad and now it
was better than nothing. Oh well, if they weren’t going to let me have him,
then I was going to dream about it at least!
Chapter 7 – Apologies
=====================
I must have fallen asleep after getting myself off because the next thing I
knew my aunt and cousin were both in bed with me, shaking me gently to wake
me.
“Kelly?”
My eyes were blurry and I wasn't sure who was talking but then I recognized
my aunt as she tried to wake me.
“God I’m so sorry Kelly,” she said softly, rubbing her hands over me and then
onto my boobs where she ran her finger-tip over my nipples one at a time. “I
don't know what came over me... I was so selfish and I just wanted to tell
you how sorry I was about what happened.”
Actually, now that I’d settled down and had my wits about me again, I was
about to tell her that I was actually thankful she HAD been selfish. Oh my
god, I had almost caved in and done something I might have regretted for the
rest of my life! Looking back, I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to
allowing my inner lust to take control. I was 100% sure that had they
allowed me to join them, that I would be leaking Todd’s cum at this very
moment – and be horrified at the implications!
Well, I ALMOST told her that but then I thought, why let her off the hook
THAT easily? Hmmm, maybe I could turn this into my advantage after all...
“I wanted Todd so bad... why didn't you let him fuck me?” I whined, trying to
sound bitterly disappointed.
“But Kelly,” my cousin cut in, “Don't blame my mom. You keep telling me that
you don't want to fuck boys his age.”
“Did I LOOK like I didn't want it this morning?”
They had nothing to say about it because it was true. I didn't have to make
up anything about that. Indeed, I DID want him to fuck me, God I wanted SO
bad for Todd to fuck me. I wanted it so badly I almost let myself do the one
thing that I swore I would never do. Then again, I wasn’t about to tell her
that I was really happy now that I hadn’t done it.
“Well, I guess we owe you something then,” my aunt purred softly, running her
hand over my torso and then down between my legs.
It felt so good! I lay back and for the next couple of hours it was heaven
on earth. In the end, I was glad Todd hadn’t fucked me. If he had, then the
rest of them morning wouldn't have been so great.
Now what about the next time Todd come over? Well THAT’S a bridge I guess
I'll cross when I get to it.
THE END
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