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
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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
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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.”
“Ohhhhhh, 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 a
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 through 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