“Yeah, well. I don’t really know anyone in town,” he says, defensively. “A few of the guys and I went out Monday night before I came down here,” he says, recapturing his pride.
“Well, you may not know anyone else, but you know me.” Aunt Sally says. “And I’m not going to let you get married without buying you at least one drink. How about it, Chris?” she looks at him. “Let an old lady buy her new nephew a drink?”
“Sure,” Chris answers. “Say, where.” This is it. If he were a betting man, he’d bet he was going to get laid tonight.
“Turn right at the next light and go down about a mile.” Aunt Sally tells him. As he’s driving, she’s wiggling around and messing with her dress. He catches a glimpse of her right nipple as she bends forward, her dress gapes open and her bra cup slides away to the left. What the fuck! She’s taking her bra off! That’s what she’s been doing, wiggling around like that. This just keeps getting better.
By the time they pull into the parking lot, Sally has her bra off and is tucking it under her jacket on the backseat. “I never wear these things when I go out,” she tells Chris. “Too confining. I just make nice with my family by dressing more conservatively when I’m around them.” Holding the door for her, he admires her shapely legs as she gets out of the car. She doesn’t seem to mind.
Oh boy, this kid is hot to trot, Sally thinks. A month without pussy, for someone who’s used to getting it everyday, will do that to you. She slides her arm through his, pressing the side of her breast against his bicep as they walk into the nightclub, complete with loud music and wall-to-wall people. She can’t wait to get him out on the dance floor; a little grinding against his hard cock will tell her whether she wants to go any farther. She doubts if he’s as hung as her brother-in-law. But Frank is the exception. She sighs at the thought of Frank’s cock. She only got to sample it once, several years ago, but it is still a vivid memory.
*****
Her washing machine broke down, a few months after her divorce, and Frank came over to fix it. She was a wreck, feeling very low; she’d kicked her husband out after catching him with his cock buried to his balls in the ass of some high school cheerleader. They were behind the garage, in the middle of the fucking day! She’d turned the hose on them and then kicked his ass out. That’s what she gets for marrying the high school football coach. And now, her washing machine had broken down, leaking water all over the floor.
She was still in her bathrobe, mopping the floor, with tears streaming down her face, when Frank got there. He took her in his arms, rubbing her back and consoling her, literally letting her cry on his shoulder. Of course, while she’s sobbing into his shirt, Frank couldn’t help but notice that the thin bathrobe was all his sister-in-law was wearing, having taken off her nightgown to put it in the wash. His cock responded to her nearly naked body and with a cock as big as his, there was no way she could miss it. She held him tighter and started gradually moving her body against his, rubbing up and down against his cock. Before long, Frank picked her up in his arms and carried her into her bedroom.