One night we were at the fence near the horse barn, watching the sun go down. As we leaned against the fence a big horse began approaching a mare.
The horse’s long cock emerged and he mounted the mare, sliding the huge length into her. As the stallion fucked the mare, Cindy looked at me and gave me a funny, knowing smile.
As the horse dismounted and trotted off his thick cum continued to pour out of the mare.
“Lucky horse,” I said.
“Which one?” she countered, smiling.
After I turned back to the animals I saw her sneak a glance at my crotch.
Out at the farm I was turning my Aunts head as well.
One winter night while heading home from college I drove into one of those Midwest blizzards that turn roads into skating rinks.
I had to get off the highway and ended up at a run-down Super 8 for the night.
Cindy heard of my snowy night stuck in town a few days later.
“You get stuck in town again, just call me and come to my place; you don’t need to spend money on a hotel room.”
I filed that information away for the future.
Less than one month later I’m driving Hwy 30 looking at a crappy ground blizzard about twenty miles west of town. It was everything the weatherman said it would be. It had been a little dodgy getting myself the twenty-five miles to her town, and I was hoping she was home, and alone.
I pulled into a gas station and dropped a dime into a payphone.
“Hello?…”
“Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. Hey, sorry for calling so late – I’m driving through and the roads are bad. I just pulled into town and was going to get a room when I remembered what you said…if it’s OK”
“Of course,” she said. “Head over here. Webb Road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk.
“OK, about 15 minutes then.” I replied.
I hung up. So far so good.
I found her brick apt complex pulled into a visitor spot, walked up to her unit and knocked.
Cindy answered the door in a man’s button up shirt that went almost to her knees. I wondered if that’s all she had on.
“Get in out of the cold.” She said, taking me by the shoulder.
She smiled and gave me a hug as I stepped in and I felt her firm tits under the material.
She was holding a rocks glass in one hand, ice clinking faintly.
I smelled whiskey.
“Put your stuff down and relax. Want something to drink? I have Seagrams 7.”
“Whatever you’re having, Cindy. Sorry to keep you up. I didn’t want to go any farther in the snow.” I trailed off, watching her ass as she retreated to the kitchen for my drink.
I sat on the couch, her place was warm, neat and clean.
“Don’t worry about that, I told you to stop by next time you were around.”
She handed me a whiskey on the rocks and changed the music on the turntable. There was a kind of fake electric fireplace that cast a flickering light across the room.
She leaned back against a chair and looked at me.
“The Army sure was good to you, you know that?”
“You’ve told me that.” I said, sipping my whiskey
“College suits you hmmm? I liked it too. Until I got pregnant. I bet the girls there are good-looking.” She said, her Hazel eyes watching me over the rim of her rocks glass.