“I know he would have,” I said. “If I didn’t know better, I would have said he probably had a little crush on you, too.” This was true; my father would have never done anything to jeopardize his relationship with my mom, but I think he saw her sister as part of the package and went out of his way to take care of her, too. And I think he relished the responsibility in a way.
She rolled her eyes again. “Anyway,” she said, “find something to watch. I think I’m going to get changed.” She put her beer down on the table next to the couch and disappeared into the bedroom. I sat and channel surfed in silence, drinking my beer. Finally I landed on my type of show, a rock music documentary. I watched for a bit, my attention fading in and out, until my aunt came back from the bedroom.
She had changed into a sheer, silky nightshirt and big fuzzy bathrobe. The robe covered the nightshirt for the most part, except for right around the cleavage area. Maybe it was the beer talking, but I started to notice at that point, as a man, what my aunt really looked like. She was a short, stout woman; very ‘pleasantly plump’, as the old saying goes. Most of her body could best be described as “round”; she had a plump, baby face; full, round tits, and a thick, round ass. If her ass looked like two basketballs under a sheet, her tits were like soccerballs. The round look of her face was finished off by a short, blonde bob hairstyle that accentuated its shape.
I looked at her a few seconds too long in the soft light of the living room lamp. Between the lighting, the outfit, and the beers I had put down, I was seeing my aunt in a whole new way. And I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with it.
I felt a slight stirring in my cock as my eyes lingered a bit too long on her pendulous breasts. Thankfully, she didn’t notice, and took her place on the couch next to me.
I immediately started to panic a little. “Auntie, if you want to go to bed or something, I can go. Mom’s probably wondering where I am anyway, and it’s getting a little bit late. I should probably be on my way. I don’t mean to be a bother.”
“No, that’s OK sweetie,” she purred. “You don’t have to go. I’m just going to sit here anyway, and I do enjoy the company.” What was it she had said about my dad and me? How we always do the right thing?
“Thanks, Auntie, but I probably should go. I don’ t like to leave Mom alone, she worries so much. Especially at night, because you know… that’s when Dad…”
I trailed off. One night, my mom had said goodnight to my dad and he had never come home. That was the night of the accident. My mom’s anxiety seemed to act up then.
We both sat quietly for another minute. “OK, honey, I understand. I just don’t want you to have to feel like you have to go on my account.” She got up to walk me to the door.
“Thanks, Auntie T,” I said. “I’d love to stay and sit some other time soon.” I walked toward the door, a bit relieved but a bit disappointed. Those tits did look really nice. I could have sat and looked at them all night.
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