First Aunty, then Mother…. I had made up my mind, after a few weeks of thinking, of deciding, finding the courage, tonight was going to be the night. Putting it off was no longer an option, I would be going home in a week or two.
Since coming here until our house was put back in order after the floods she had been nothing but nice, loving almost, and I am sure those little looks she constantly gave me were a come on. Especially when her dickhead husband wasn’t looking.
I call him dickhead in my mind, he is really Uncle John, she is Aunty Beth. She is my mom’s younger sister, a lot younger. And Aunty Beth is a real looker, he is a dim wit in my head. How he ever got with her is one of life’s mysteries. The reason I was going to do this in the night and not in the day when he might be around was simple.
She had and does always say that only a bomb would wake him up, that when he slept it was like he was in a coma. Beth knows I fancy the rocks off her, I have let her know many times without actually saying so. So tonight should not be too much of a surprise, I hoped.
Today her sly looks to me were telling me she was more than interested, that some fun was a goer. I would not disappoint, if I did then I was in bother. My dick was ready, I was ready, I hoped she would be. I set my alarm for 2am, and put it under my pillow so it woke only me.
It did wake me, and my dick was at the ready already. I had showered earlier, wore only pyjama shorts. I got out and put the side light on casting my room in shadow. I went to their room and slowly opened the door. Beth stirred and looked over her shoulder. I waved at her and then beckoned her to come to me.
She looked at him, then slid out, so far so good. As she came toward me I saw she was wearing only a short nightie, even better! As she got to her bedroom door I went to mine, she followed me. I got behind it and when she came in I silently closed it.
“Mathew?” she whispered, “What?” Saying nothing, I picked her up and carried her to my bed. I got on with her and immediately started kissing her. She muffled protests into my mouth, but when I squeezed her ample breast, then found a huge nipple she groaned.
I could tell she was trying to say “Mathew,” into my mouth. But now I already knew no alarm was going to be raised. I slid my hand down and cupped her pussy, she lifted her knees. I tongued her and she sucked it. My finger slid home and Beth collapsed in me.
She was mine, I berated myself for waiting all this time, I could have been screwing and fucking her for weeks, damnit! Her hand slid into the back of my shorts, I lifted my hips, she pushed them down, now we were both talking from the same page. Aunty Beth, my mother’s youngest sister wanting cock, my cock, and she was going to get it as often as I had the opportunity to get it in her.
I have to admit I was a little disappointed it went so well. I had wanted a bit of messing around to convince her. But hey ho, gift horses, mouths, and all that. I took mere seconds for me to be freed and a heartbeat for her to grab my now raging dick. She knew we were safe, Uncle dickhead would not wake up.