LIVING WITH AUNT MAUREEN

My aunt Maureen and I picked at our dinner plates. A light salad with a small portion of takeout pasta. Both of us had plans to go to the bars. She was going out for the first time since her and Uncle Barry's divorce. A friend and co-worker of hers had convinced her to get back in the saddle. So when I found out some friends were back from college, I made a few plans myself.

I couldn't help but stare at her. It was a long time since I see her in full makeup. She was a vet tech, so she usually wore jeans or scrubs with little makeup. She was on the fit side of voluptuous. Brunette, long legs and amazing eyes. She was in her late 30s. I think what concerned her the most was a fast approaching 40th birthday and being newly divorced.

Tonight it was all on show. I had almost forgotten how beautiful she was, having seen her every day for the past three years. She wore tight leggings, with a loose-fitting blouse. I had a hard time not watching her legs as we set the table. When she bent down or moved her arms to the side, the fabric strained against her breasts.

I know she was my aunt, but damn if she wasn't the most beautiful woman I seen in this little city. She took care of herself and she even rivaled most college girls. I couldn't understand why Uncle Barry was such an idiot for cheating on her.

She laughed at me and touched her lip. "What?"

I shook my head and quickly piled more food onto my dish. "Nothing, I was just thinking."

"No really, did I accidentally smudge my makeup." She touched the corner of her eye. "These eyelashes feel funny, I'm not used to them anymore."

"No, it's all good. Actually, to tell you the truth, you look beautiful, but that's normal." I said.

She gave me a shy smile and looked down at her plate and picked at the last of her salad. "I better finish up, Susan will be here any minute." She stood up and kissed me on the forehead, "don't stay out too late with your friends, okay."

I nodded my head and took her plate to the sink for her. "Well, it's a bunch of my old friends, Steve will be there to so I'll just crash at his parent's house like I used to in the old days."

A horn tooted outside and Auntie waved at me. "Gotta go, have fun tonight."

I watched her head out like a giddy teenager with her friends. It was nice to see her not depressed for a change. I saw Susan, her co-worker in the driver's side. She looked more like a hooker than a vet tech tonight.

After I put the dishes away, I met my friends downtown. Part of me hoped to run into Aunt Maureen, especially Susan, so I could get a better view of her. I started imaging catching the cougars on the prowl with my group of friends. I was certain if we seen them, they would be more than willing to chase after some cougars.

My old friends were swapping college stories, and I was telling retail customer stories.

"What the hell James, I thought you were going for carpentry or Electrician with your Uncle." Steve said.

Another guy elbowed him in the side and I gave them a thin smile. "No, that didn't really go over as planned. I'm just taking a year off to work, then I'll try getting a job as an apprentice."

I took a sip of my beer and looked to the door. Part of me hoped to see my aunt's friends come through. After three hours I still wasn't feeling it, and after midnight they wanted to change bars. I declined and used it as my opportunity to head home early.

Back home, I turned the lights off and flopped into bed. Bored and restless, I pulled out my phone and scanned through videos. I didn't actually feel like shutting it down, so I got a beer and enjoyed a show on my phone.

A thump and clatter of keys on the floor woke me from a half dreaming state. I paused the video and listened intently to sounds downstairs. I flipped my contacts open in case I had to dial 911.

I could hear my aunt's voice, "Oh my god." Followed by laughter. "No, not down here, upstairs."

I crept to my door and peeked outside but couldn't see anything around the hallway, I didn't dare open the door wider.

The second person whispered and slurred their speech so bad I couldn't make it out.

"I said my nef, nefou, I can't say it." She laughed and took a deep breath, "nephew is out, we don't need to whisper."

She slurred her words, but at least I could make them out. She half held up the other person as they made their way through the hallway in dim light. The two of them disappeared into her dark bedroom.

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself. I listened to the scuffling and shuffling in her room and decided I'd take a quick peek.

I crept closer to the doorway. My heart raced as I imagined Susan coming home with her. A light flashed on then grew dim, I froze in place and could hear my heart racing. I turned the dimmer down slowly so the light barely stayed on and tiptoed towards the door.

The two were making out, I knew this because I could hear kissing and the sound of wet smacking. A woman's moan caused me to pause and listen in the darkness. The lights were off, but a thin beam of light from under the bathroom door lit her room just enough to make out shadows.

Inside, two shadowy figures groped and fondled one another. To my disappointment, I heard a belt buckle, and could finally make out the sound of a man's voice.

My eyes adjusted to the low light. I could see a middle-aged man wavering in front of her. Aunt Maureen's large breasts were out of full display. She wiggled and squirmed in his arms and slipped out of her bra.

His hands slid down her back and over her round hips to help remove her leggings. She stepped over and pulled her legs free of them. A thin black thong disappeared between the cheeks of her round heart-shaped ass.

My cock kinked painfully in my jeans and I tried to adjust them. I never imaged I would enjoy the show this much. I could hear my heart pumping and I held my breath, it felt like a dumbbell rested on my chest. I was afraid if I breathed too loud, they would catch me.

The man sat down in an armchair my aunt used to read her novels. It was a plush, cushioned chair a person could sink into. I figured they would fuck there, but she wiggled her hips and retreated to her bed.

The man fumbled with his jeans and underwear, getting them down to his ankles, then pulled a condom out of his shirt pocket.

Aunt Maureen flopped onto the bed and giggled. Something told me it wasn't just alcohol they had tonight.

I looked back to the man, expecting to see him pounce on her. But he continued to sit in the chair. Unable to take it any longer, I pulled my cock free. It was one of the hottest things I'd witnessed and instinctively stroked my cock. I never saw a woman in person naked like this, let alone the act of sex outside of porn.

The man's head slumped to the side, and he laid still. Passed out before he could get his shirt off. Meanwhile, Aunt Maureen squirmed and rubbed her bare skin on the cool silk sheets, waiting for him to take her.

I wanted her. Part of me wanted to yell at the man, 'you fucking ass hole what are you doing? Get over there.' Just like I resented Barry for cheating on such a beautiful woman, I resented the fool for passing out.

I had admired her smile and beauty in pictures for so many years. Long before mom and dad passed away, even before Barry married her.

Finally, after all these years, I had to admit I had a huge crush on her. I watched her roll on her side. Her wide hips sat high in the air and my eyes followed her curves over her waist, up her ribs and to her shoulders.

The curve of her spine pointed towards her round, heart-shaped ass with two small dimples in the small of her back.

I couldn't take it. Maybe it was the virgin's lust being pushed to the limits, maybe it was the realization I just had, or maybe it was my own liquid courage.

As I crept into the room, I watched the man's face. He didn't move, his eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell as if in a deep sleep. I held my breath and took his condom from his hand. I looked over my shoulder towards my aunt's upturned ass.

She slowly parted her long legs, sliding her bare skin over the sheets. "Mmmm come on, fuck me." She moaned.

Quietly, I opened the wrapper, rolled the condom on to my cock and removed my pants. I didn't want to shake the bed too much, so I stepped on the side and placed a hand on her ass to keep her from turning. Once I was on the bed I got behind her and lined myself up. My cock twitched and my head grew faint as I looked down at her pussy inches from the tip.

She moaned and shifted her weight, presenting me with a view of her ass. I leaned forward and ran my hands over her supple, warm skin. Feeling the lace thong as I slid up her sides. Her skin felt smooth and hot. I wanted to feel her entire body, but my cock ached.

Still light headed I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted to be inside her. To be inside my first woman. She lifted her ass up in the air. She was as ready as I was. I helped pull her thong down to her knees and guided myself towards her wet slit. I rubbed the head of my cock against her, trying to find the opening.

She was soaking, and I felt a ridge where my cock slipped into a rut. Hoping that was it, I pressed forward and release my shaft. I nearly moaned when I felt her lips give way and suck the head of my cock inside. My fainting feeling passed as I lost my virginity to her.

"Mmmm fuck, just like that, ahhh." She said into her pillow.

I leaned forward and held onto her waist. I did a quick glance over my shoulder at the man. Satisfied, I turned my attention back to Auntie. I pulled out all the way and thrust forward.

My cock sprung up, and I missed her gaping hole, instead I slid up over her ass. She wiggled her rear and tried to line herself up with me a second time. I reached down and found her ridge once more. This time she was slick, and I slid inside with no resistance.

My mind wanted to let out a moan, but I held back the urge. Instead, I opened my mouth and hung my tongue out as I pumped in and out of her. My body wanted more of the sensation it was feeling. I wanted deeper and to feel her bare back on my chest.

I ran my hand up her back, feeling her muscles tense and relax with each thrust. Eager to go deeper, I held on to her shoulder and pulled her hard into my thrusts. Her ass clapped against my pelvis and she moaned into her pillow. The sound, the sight, and the feeling of my cock in her warm body made me want to cum right there. But I didn't want it to end so soon.

To delay my orgasm, I slowed my pace. A long slow glide out then back in helped pull me from the edge. But it was just enough to keep me there. Twice I slipped out, both times she was moaned for my return. After the second time, I felt my orgasm subside. I was getting a feel for it now and could find her easier. As deep as I could push, I gripped her hips and just enjoyed the warmth and pulsing feeling she had.

Without warning, she flipped to her side, and I slipped out of her. I was sure she'd recognize my face as she rolled under me. But with both hands, she pulled my face to hers and slid her tongue inside my mouth.

Eager to keep going, she kicked her thong free and wrapped her legs around my waist. With one hand, she reached down and guided my cock towards her hole. I missed twice before I slid back inside.

That time I couldn't help myself and moaned into the side of her neck. But it didn't matter. She moaned and squealed, lost in the sensual feeling of sex. We ran our hands over one another's bodies. I couldn't get enough of feeling her soft skin. I held on to the back of her neck and with my free hand explored her body from her hips and side of her chest.

"Mmmm fuck me with that cock... mmm oh fuck..." her back arched and she pressed her head into her pillow then relaxed, "oh fuck. Don't stop, keep going." She pounded me on the back with her hand.

I did as ordered and kept slamming my hips into hers. The bed creaked, and she grunted with each thrust. Her warm, soft legs rubbed on the sides of my thighs and her hands explored my back. Frustrated by my shirt, she pulled it free of my shoulders and threw it to side of the bed. Our naked bodies meshed with one another.

She held onto my shoulders with one arm and kissed my neck. She raised one knee up to my ribs and with the other foot she hooked around my thigh and tried to pull me deeper. Wanting more, she used her free hand to grab my ass and make me thrust harder.

Daring to steal a look at her face, I lifted my head to see her face. She had her eyes closed and her teeth clenched. I wanted to please her and rocked my hips forward as hard as I could.

Her body was hot, smooth, and I still couldn't get enough of it. I was addicted to the feel of my hands roamed over her sides and I sucked on the tops of her breasts as I fucked her.

With force, she pushed on my shoulder and rolled up on top of me. I stared up at her dimly lit body. Thankfully, the bathroom light was behind me on the bed. From here, I could see the man blended into the dark corner. But I still kept expecting him to wake and yell 'What the fuck!'

Her large breast stood proud on her chest. The nipples were thick and puffed out. She was a goddess kneeling over my hard cock. She nearly lost balance until I grabbed her by the waist and held her steady. With one hand on my chest and the other on my cock, she lowered herself down onto me in a single motion.

I could just see the outline of her silhouette. Her body grinding and rotating above me. She began frantically thrusting her hips forward on to my cock. She pulled my hands from her waist and put them on her heaving breasts.

With nothing else to steady myself from her assault, I hung on to them tight. It's all I could do. Then it was all I could take I felt my hips buck upward. My sudden thrust penetrated her deeper and she let out a low moan. Her knees tightened on my ribs and her torso spasmed. Her hands squeezed and hung onto my chest. Driven on, she became more frantic and threw her head back. Her hands roamed over her stomach and breasts.

I felt a surge of pleasure and relief. Not of my control, my hips thrust upward into her. With my orgasm over, I felt it now. The insides of her vagina quivered and pulled at my cock. But she didn't stop, she struggled to breathe and panted heavy. Grinding and fucking my cock. I was afraid I would grow soft and fall out. Then she shuttered several times, arched her back, and her body pumped itself, milking my softening penis. Finished, she slumped over me an exhausted woman.

She lifted herself off of me and pulled the bedsheets over herself. I laid on my side and ran my hand over her hips and waist. Soon she was asleep. I slid out of bed and grabbed my clothes.

When I was back inside my room, I pulled the condom off, wrapped it in tissues and hid it at the bottom of my garbage. Then the panic and remorse set in. The wishing I'd gone to another bar, stayed in my room, stayed outside the door. Everything but that. I feel asleep sick and had a night of dreams.

In the morning, I laid in bed with a slight hangover. I could hear voices and mumbling from the hallway.

"Why did you sleep over there?" Maureen said.

I sat up in bed and tried not to make a sound.

"Huh? It's morning?" The man said.

"Oh, my god! Get your pants back on, my nephew will be home soon."

The bed creaked, and she pounded the floor with her feet.

The man gave her a wolf whistle and said, "Wow, did we have sex last night?" He said.

"What the fuck you don't remember!" She half yelled. "Get dressed, get out of here before he comes home."

The bathroom door slammed shut, and the shower turned on. I peeked through the crack of my door and watched the man cling to the handrail as he staggered down the steps.

"Yeah, you wish." I said under my breath.

My stomach was a ball of nerves and I didn't know when to go downstairs. I waited for Aunt Maureen to stagger down and make herself coffee. Waiting there, I imagined a dozen conversations and excuses that I could use.

Finally, I tiptoed down the stairs. She looked up at me half way in terror. She wore a silk nightgown and her hair was wet, wrapped in a towel. She had a cup of coffee in two hands and still she was a beautiful sight.

"James!" She almost spit her coffee back into her mug.

She winced and touched her temple with her fingers. "When, when did you get home?" She cleared her throat.

I took a cup and poured myself a coffee. "Late last night, I actually didn't know if you were home until this morning. I almost checked in on you when I came home."

"Good! I mean no that's okay, did you have fun with your friends?" She said.

I stood next to her and took a sip. I didn't normally drink coffee, but I figured it might help with the hangover. I nodded my head. "I heard voices this morning, so I guess it's a good thing I didn't check in on you."

She stared at me and turned red. "I..." she took a sip of coffee and looked at the countertop.

I leaned against her and rubbed her shoulder. She was still warm and soft. We didn't talk, just stood there nursing our hangovers.

She took a deep breath in. "I finally put myself out there and that asshole doesn't even remember having sex with me." She looked up at the ceiling. "Stop me next time Susan invites me out again."

She smiled to herself and rubbed her knees together. "Mmm, god it felt good though." She laughed at her comment "I'm sorry I shouldn't be talking about this to you."

She took a sip of coffee. "Well, I guess I got lucky. Screw him if he doesn't remember." She ran her hand down her stomach.

"Believe me, his loss." I said.

She gave me a big smile and rubbed my arm. She looked like she wanted to hug me or have a hug. But she frowned to herself as she rubbed my shoulder.

"He looked smaller than I remember though, skinny man. I could have sworn he had more muscle. I was cleaning up and found a wrapper but no condom, dammit I hope he didn't leave it in the bed." Her hand ran over my shoulder and down my back.

She massaged me as I stood frozen. As if not moving would help the thought go away. She raised the mug to her lips, then looked to my chest through the corner of her eye. She squeezed my muscles a second time and held her hand over them.

'Fuck no way!' I thought. Panic took hold of me. My stomach turned and twisted, and I lost my breath. Everything I had imagined went out the door and I was frozen with fear.

She took a sip of her coffee and her lips curled up. After she lowered her mug, she bit her lower lip in thought. The entire time she kept eye contact with me.

My stomach turned as I stared into her eyes, 'does she know?'

Something bothered Aunt Maureen, because she changed from work and went straight to the backyard to work. As usual, I followed her outside to give a hand and flirt with her. Aunt Maureen's breasts strained the fabric of her white tee shirt. Her bra pressed through her shirt and the jeans she wore showed off her long legs and round butt.

As much as I tried, I could not push that night from my mind. Rather, it had become worst. Visions of her body filled my thoughts during the day and the hours before sleep.

It was wrong, or so society told me so. But it was only sex, and it couldn't go anywhere. Aunt Maureen could not have children. Everything we would do would be about pleasure and enjoyment.

Why not? She was pretty, actually more than pretty, she was beautiful. Full lips with large brown eyes. Skin that felt like silk stretched over a tall, wide body. Now how would I convince her to see it like I did?

We tended the garden in the back together. Like I had in previous years. But this year, I couldn't help but admire her muscles in her shoulders and back. When able, I stole glimpses of her chest through the collar of her shirt and small of her back when it rode up.

She smiled at me and stood up. "Well, I think that about does it. We'll cleanup for the night." She stared at me for a moment, then giggled. "You reminded me of your father, a farm boy when your mother first met him."

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes as she touched me on the shoulder and squeezed my muscle. The thought made me miss the two of them. My aunt's comment also stirred a sense of pride in me. I followed her in and watched as she pulled her bun loose and let her hair fall over her shoulders.

After she went to the shower, I grabbed a drink of water and listened to her from down the hall. It wasn't the largest house, 3 bedrooms upstairs and 1 down. But the 3rd bedroom upstairs served as unused office. It was nice to have two full baths, especially back when two women lived in the house.

I leaned on the counter and stared at the door. A plan formed inside my head. 'I could just walk in, strip down, and see if she truly didn't remember that night. Throw it all on the table. No, I would need to do it as an accident, then gauge her reaction.'

Her phone vibrated next to me and broke my thought. The screen lit up and Susan's name displayed with her number.

"Aunt Maureen, its Susan." I yelled.

The bathroom door opened a crack, and she poked her head out, her one shoulder exposed. "Can you let her know I'm just getting in the shower and I'll call her back? She just wants ask me about this weekend again."

I picked up the cell and nodded my head to Aunt Maureen.

"Hello." I said.

"Oh, hi James, this is Susan, your aunt's co-worker. Can I speak to her?" she said.

An alternative plan popped into my head. Maureen was sure she was going to ask her to the bar again. "Hello Susan, Aunt Maureen is just in the shower, I can take a message for her."

"No, that's okay, I'll call her later, or tomorrow." Susan said.

"Okay, I can let her know you called. Oh, and whatever you did the other week, she's been a lot happier since then." I said.

"She has! She's always so professional at work it was hard to tell."

"You plan on taking her out again?" I said.

"I was hoping too, we got a lot of attention last week." Susan said.

"I saw you girls. It was nice to see her excited. So where are you planning to go this week?" I said.

"Granite and Oak, it's a newer pub close to the silver hotel. Have you been too it?" Susan said.

"No, but I've heard it's really nice, and the upside is, Barry's rival company built it." I said.

We shared a laugh "I'll let Aunt Maureen know you called and maybe if you're going to other places we might cross paths. Finally, meet each other face to face."

"I always hear about you from your aunt that would be nice." Susan said.

My fingers worked fast on my phone I sent a group message to my buddies I went out with the previous week and asked if they wanted one more night. Steve and Andrew both replied and agreed to a few rounds of pool at Granite and Oak.

Plans were set for both sides and soon I would set a pair of my friends up with a pair of cougars. At least that's what I had hoped for. The closer the night came, the tighter my stomach felt. I calmed myself with thoughts of backing out should things go sideways.

Dark wood counters, with thick slab counters lined the bar. Flat screens played everything from sports to music videos. Several pool tables were at the far end, surrounded by VLTs and arcade games.

Most people weren't out on the town yet, and we had our choice of tables. We bought our drinks and claimed a table.

I was terrible at pool, but Steve eagerly set the table up. It didn't take long before he proved he also sucked. Andrew picked something up during his first year of college and cleaned us out with ease.

I nursed my beer as I watched him lean forward to finish me. Which was okay, because he was about to spank Steve next. And I'd be free to watch the door.

"James!" Aunt Maureen said.

My heart skipped when I saw her in strapped heels, a sleeveless navy blue blouse and mid-thigh pencil skirt. At first I thought she was Susan. When she had left the house earlier, it was a black pants and vest combo.

"You look different." I said.

Maureen looked back over her shoulder. "Susan's idea, said she would let me leave unless I changed into something else."

"I have to agree." I said and gave her a wink and smile.

She blushed and slapped me in the stomach. "Stop."

Susan wasn't far off in style, but she wore more makeup. Her clothes exposed the tops of her breasts and knee-high boots gave her a very sexy aura. Tonight she also came as a platinum blonde.

Behind her was the youngest of the three in her early thirties, Wendy. A short slender woman with brunette hair and a cute rounded face. The most conservative of the three, she wore pants and a flowing top.

Susan trotted up beside me and punched me in the shoulder. "So this is James?" She put her arm in mine. "Maureen, you never told me he was handsome."

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. But her body felt warm, and I enjoyed the touch of a new woman.

"He's my nephew." Maureen stammered.

Susan gave her a big smile, then looked at me from the corner of her eye. "Let's join them, if they'll let us. You boys wouldn't..."

"Yes." Both Steve and Andrew said in unison.

The women laughed and made the two blush. "Great, we'll do teams. James and I will take winners." She squeezed my arm and felt my shoulder with her hand. "Mmm, I'm glad I told you where we were going." She whispered.

While Andrew was the best of us. He still proved himself an amateur vs. Aunt Maureen and Susan. Even Wendy out did us boys.

Aunt Maureen leaned over the table. She was on her third drink and hadn't noticed her top button had come undone.

Two black straps hugged her hips and met to form a triangle above her skirt. My own drinks caused me to lose to my surrounding. With that slip in attention, Susan caught me staring.

"Someone's staring." Susan whispered in my ear.

My cheeks burned, and I looked away from my aunt's ass. The ball clacked, and I watched the eight ball roll into the corner pocket.

She turned and put her hands in the air and twisted her hips in a mini victory dance. If that was the penalty for losing, I'd lose all day.

It was far from her usual clothes, and I took every curve in. I mentally tanked Susan's efforts and wardrobe.

Wendy, the group's designated driver, threw her purse over her shoulder and set her single bottle on the back of our little table.

"Do you ladies want to grab a seat?" Andrew said.

God bless him for quick thinking. Both Steve and I held our breaths.

Aunt Maureen laughed it off and shook her head. Susan grinned and wrapped her arm in mine, leading me towards the tables and chairs. Once we started walking, the other joined in quickly. In reality, it was the eyes of other people around us who were inhibiting us the most.

Susan looked over her shoulder and said, "Come on, when's the last time you had college guys hitting on you?"

Four drinks later, our age difference meant nothing. They laughed and told us stories like wise women warning the young braces of dangerous journeys. Only they were three beautiful female sages, not grizzled hags. I shook the thoughts of a witch's coven from my mind and finished my beer.

Wendy nursed her coke, but Aunt Maureen and Susan cut loose. At one point I felt an ankle slide up my leg and nearly touch my crotch. When I tried to check it pulled away, someone was getting their entertainment from teasing us three young guys. Honestly, I wasn't complaining and looked forward to the next one.

"We'll look who it is, hey ladies." a man called out from the other side of the pool tables. The man's skin had weathered from years of hard labor and his stubble was a mixture of grey and black.

Susan's eyes rolled, and she took a sip from her glass.

There were four middle-aged men. All wearing a similar style of jeans, work boots, button down long sleeve shirts that were rolled up. I could tell they worked in the factory. They had weld burns and small scars on their arms. One of them stood out as very familiar. When I realized it was the man from the previous week, I felt a tinge of anger.

The one who called them out sported a 70s porn stash. He pointed to Maureen. "Hey Ben, it's your girlfriend."

"Just a one-night stand, I never called her back." The guy said. The asshole wore a white t-shirt and flannel long sleeve button-down shirt. Now in the light I could see he had a belly.

I felt my head spin and the small surge of anger grew large enough to pump my heart in my ears.

Maureen turned her head back and looked him over carefully. "That's because I never gave it to you, you were useless you were only worth one fuck and you didn't even remember doing it."

His smirk turned to a sneer. Obviously he didn't expect her to lean into his lewd comment with one of her own.

I never heard her talk like that. I was admiring her neck when the guy with a porn stash stepped closer to Susan and me. The way they staggered, they were well past being drunk.

I stood from the stable. "We're just here for fun. Plenty of tables around." I didn't know where I was going with it. I was losing my tact quickly the more they annoyed me.

"Hey girl, we have a better table over there, owner's corner, drinks are on us. You and I can pick up where we left off last week." The man reached down and grabbed Susan by her right breast, jiggling it in his hand. "Round two?"

"Hey!" Susan shouted. Her arm hooked inside of his and flung his hand off her breast.

In my defense, I wasn't the first one to throw the punch. Steve did, he was defending my aunt's honor so he could later try to sleep with her. It was something he had teased me about for years.

My arm instinctively wrapped around Susan and pulled her in beside me.

It wasn't much. The guy shook Steve's punch off and tried to laugh at it. To be honest, Steve was as tough as he was talented at pool. It wasn't until a third guy jumped in and shoved him into my aunt that I truly lost it.

Aunt Maureen screamed and fell across the table. Drinks flew and glass shattered on the floor.

My blood boiled, and my vision narrowed. I had one goal to get to that man. Maybe it was that I had seen myself in them. I wasn't much better than them, I wanted to remove them from my sight. Perhaps deep down, I wished to be punished, a way to right wrongs.

A sharp punch to the mustache man's throat put him on his heels. In two steps, I was between Aunt Maureen and on the man called Ben.

A large nose was all I could see. Without thinking, my fist clenched tight and my arm swung over my shoulder. My punch connected with his face. A miss in my mind, I could only think of how to break that nose and the arms that got in my way. A second and third swing. I followed him down over top a table.

Someone whipped me with a coat on my side and back. Porn-stash rushed in. He reached around my throat and I felt his fists thump into the side of my head. For a moment the thumps stunned me, but I felt no pain. I brushed it off as he had missed me and rose to face him.

Somewhere straps had tangled around my shirt, and I tore them off. The snapping sound of bone and a shutter in my hand made his face twist in agony. I jerked my arm away and threw the ribbons to the floor. When he pulled away from me, I realized it was his hand.

I didn't care anymore, I wanted more as I stood over him. I wanted to keep bending his hand backward until it tore off, but another hand grabbed my shoulder.

Anger swelled inside of me 'you dare!' I balled my fist and swung with the intentions to crush bone. The strike shuttered my hand more than I expected and unlike before didn't pass through.

The sight of a man dressed in black jeans and a black tee shirt stumbling back snapped me out of my rage. He was twice my size, had a bald head and clung to the side of a table. His eyes flared back at me, stunned and angered.

I heard my aunt scream, and I turned to see a second black figure next to me wind up his fist. That's the last thing I remembered.

Susan looked down at me and she stroked my hair back from my face. "So, we're not welcome back there anymore."

"James, James?!" Aunt Maureen said.

My head rested on Susan's lap, and Maureen held my knees. My head throbbed as I stared up into their faces. To my left, Steve and Andrew looked back over the seat.

I tried to sit up, but Susan and Maureen held me down. "Where are we?"

"Wendy's car, we're going to the hospital." Maureen said.

Susan pulled my shirt up and exposed my stomach and chest. "Hmmm." She traced the outline of my abs.

I looked into my aunt's eyes as she looked over my body. She poked and prodded my side and stomach. I winced and tried to flex my abs. A shot of pain prevented me from showing them off.

I touched my ribs and said, "Ouch, who the hell was whipping me with a coat?"

Steve laughed, "Dude, that's what you thought was happening? He was kicking and punching you as Susan tried to pull him off of you."

"You went fucking berserk, like that time playing basketball in grade twelve, and threw that guy across the foul line trying to pull the ball free." Andrew said.

Susan ran her fingers over my abs and lifted my shirt higher onto my chest. Despite the pain, I could feel my cock come to life. The more she inspected and checked my ribs, the harder her touch made me. I watched as her eyes trailed down to my crotch and stared for a moment.

"He doesn't need the hospital, he's awake now. We just need to keep him awake and monitor him. I'll call my friend to double check, she's a nurse." Susan said. With a quick flick of her wrist, she patted me on the crotch.

Aunt Maureen glared at her and said, "Susan."

"Just checking to see if he's alert." Susan said with a smile.

I stared at Andrew and Steve, who looked back between the front seats. "Are you sitting on Steve's lap?" I said.

Maureen and Susan covered their mouths in an effort not to laugh.

Wendy jerked the wheel and bounced into the parking lot of a convenience store. "Since we're not going to the hospital and James can't go to sleep, I have a plan.

Her plan equated to buying several bottles of liquor and bringing the party home to Aunt Maureen's house. I couldn't blame her I later learnt she took a stray shot in the cheekbone and her eye turned black before we got home.

After one bottle it got wilder, soon it resembled a porn shoot, clothes littered the floor, cocks were out and soaking pussies were at the ready. Susan even pulled out her camera to record Andrew fucking Wendy in the ass. We drank wine off one another's bodies and for the first time my cock felt 3 pussies in one night.

No, just shitting you, it was pretty tame. We sat in the fucking living room listening to a group retelling of how the fight went down. How the previous week shaped our night together, largely from Susan's point of view. My aunt for obvious reasons remained silent on Ben. The more Susan talked, the more guilt I had for that night, but I also felt like I had saved Aunt Maureen. It was my lame attempt at justifying it.

Steve and Andrew played up their parts. It wasn't like the movies, the entire bar didn't join in. It was just 10 assholes in the middle who eventually got knocked the fuck out and received a lifelong ban. Well, just us. Ben and his buddies were personal friends of the owner.

They drank while I sipped a coke and rye, mostly coke. When the sun rose in the morning, it was me taking care of Aunt Maureen and not the other way around. Exhausted, Maureen and I helped one another up the stairs to bed. I held Maureen around the waist, but I felt punch drunk and relied on her just as much.

"Hmm, I can do it, you're the one who got knocked out tonight." She smiled.

"Yes, well, I don't..." I somehow lost the words to finish my thought, maybe they were right. With one hand, I pushed open the door to her room.

Wendy laid face down in Aunt Maureen's bed. Her bare back and ass on display. The bed sheet curled around her thighs and waist. Beside her Andrew was half covered up, twisted in the blankets. His cock stiff and protruding through the folds of the comforter.

Aunt Maureen turned around and closed the door. "I gotta wash the bed."

She broke from my arms and ran for the washroom. I grit my teeth and limped after her. I arrived just in time to see her vomit into the toilet and cling to the rim of the bowl. She weighed a lot as I helped her to her feet. Or I was significantly weaker.

Her makeup smudged, and her hair had turned into a mess. Vomit stained her collar and the tips of her hair. She covered her face and sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror.

I pulled her close and held her in my arms. She tried to push away. "I smell."

"And I'm cut, bloody and bruised." I said.

She gave in and put her head on my chest and put her arms around my back. We stood there enjoying one another's warmth and skin.

On a gamble to push it further, I reached into the towel rack and grabbed a small hand towel. I soaked it with warm water and cleaned the ends of her hair. She held on to the vanity edge and swayed side to side. After, I wiped her eyes and chin with fresh water.

To my surprise, she reached under my shirt and pulled it up to my neck and paused. She didn't look at me in the eyes, instead I watched as they looked side to side, shoulder to shoulder.

After a few seconds, she shook her head and took the fresh face cloth from the rack and soaked it in water. She washed my chest and sides where the bruising hurt the most.

"We should have put ice on it, are you okay?" She said. She didn't look at me. She continued until she finished, then led me into my bedroom. With a heavy hand, she closed the door and laughed.

"What is it?" I said.

"Wendy, if I would have put money on it, I would have expected Susan to be the one fucking one of your friends. Oh, my god what a night." She wrapped her hands around the back of her neck and pulled them away from the wet spot on her collar in disgust.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the door. I stepped forward and reached for the buttons on her blouse.

"Oh, that bouncer was not happy, but neither was I, they had to drag me out after that one asshole sucker punched you from the side." She said. She twisted her side and winced.My hands trembled as I fumbled with the buttons.

She glanced at me, then her eyes turned down and she put her hands on my chest for support. She didn't protest as I worked my way down her buttons, revealing a dark blue lace bra and soft white skin. She let the fabric slid from her shoulders and she flicked to the side of my bed.

She was more beautiful in the light. I lifted her arm and inspected a bruise on her ribs. "Maybe no more bars with Susan." I said.

She smiled and nodded her head. "More fun just meeting your friends anyway." She yawned and crawled into my bed.

I tried to figure out what she was saying and decided I was in no condition myself.

Her hips rose above the rest of her body like a gentle hilltop, and I admired the white skin of her waist and back. Her skirt had slid down and the small black triangle rose into sight. I could feel my cock grow hard, staring at her bra and thongs set.

My pants had blood on it and stunk like alcohol. I too stripped down to my underwear and rolled into bed. A thought of putting my arm around her and touching her skin consumed me.

She was asleep already. My heart thumped in my ears at the thought of touching her. Slowly, I reached over and hooked the tip of my finger into her bra strap. Her skin depressed as I slid it over her shoulder.

She stirred, causing my heart to skip a beat and my hand to jerk away. From the side, I could see the edge of her nipple hidden beneath the thin layer of fabric. Taunting me to pull more.

Encouraged by my success, I pulled the strap further. As the fabric stretched, the small lump grew larger. Curious, I moved it side to side and with slow deliberate moves and watched it grow.

Satisfied she was asleep, I gave it a tug, and the fabric popped over her nipple. Like a small spring, it snapped back upright. I hadn't even noticed it the first time I had taken her. This time it exited me and her. It felt firm to the touch and continued to grow the more I played.

She moaned in her sleep and shifted her weight. Panic set in and I pulled my hand clear of her and covered us up in the blanket. I felt like I was awake for hours but before I knew it, I had fallen into a dream filled sleep.

"Hey, hey, James, James." Aunt Maureen rated on her elbow and looked down at me. I jolted away and stared up at her, I fought to catch my breath and tried to sit up.

Her hand rested on my bare chest and she stared straight into my eyes. "I'm okay, what's wrong?"

She shook her head and laid back down beside me. Her hand slid down my stomach and stopped just below my belly button. Still uncoordinated, she over extended her hand and struck my erection. I had just noticed it myself. Both of us froze. Her palm rested on the head of my cock. She ran down its length once to the base, then she returned to her hip and swallowed hard.

She then realized her breast hung out of her bra and tried to adjust it.

We laid next to one another in silence. Both of us had headaches. "We better get up and start cleaning." she said.

Everyone felt the hangover that morning, and both Wendy and Andrew did very little talking. Susan on the other hand was very chatty. Cooked everyone breakfast, then drove them home in Wendy's car.

After a week passed, it didn't take a mind reader to know something bothered Aunt Maureen. She hardly looked at me and we spoke very little. By Friday she went straight to the shower and cleaned up. I arrived home to hear the shower shut off and headed upstairs to check on her. She flopped down in her bedroom reading chair and was pouring herself a glass of wine.

She wore her dark blue satin robe. Beside her on her little table was a thin stack of papers in a melamine file folder. Instead of saying anything, I stared at her near naked body. She wore no bra, and the satin clung to her damp skin.

She raised her wineglass to me. "Do you want some?"

"I can, I'll be right back with a glass."

She shook her head and reached down beside her for another glass. Apparently she had been hoping I would join her. She poured me a glass and flicked her phone over to me.

"Did you see your uncle's post? They're pregnant." She took a mouthful of wine. "Now he finally has his lawyer drop the papers off. At work, at fucking work." She smirked and shook her head.

She took a second mouthful of wine and looked to the corner of her room. Her eyes shined with tears and I sat down opposite her on the corner of the bed.

Each breath she took caused her chest to rise. Her perky nipples pressed through the thin fabric. Each she adjusted her robe, they grew harder. She looked me in the eye for the first time in a week and gave me a thin smile.

It warmed my heart, I had missed her this past week even longer. I think I missed the months before when I was ignorant of sex. Tortured by 'taste but don't swallow.'

I took a sip of wine and smiled back to her. I cleared my throat and said. "He's not my uncle."

The comment amused her, and she threw her head back into the chair. Her foot raised up and rested on my knee.

"You should shower, drink your wine and get comfortable. I'll got get another bottle. You can be my witnesses, but say nothing about the wine." She laughed and stood up.

As she stood, her robe fell open, exposing her bare flesh. Her breast hung down with two tips of erect nipples for an instant. She glass down on the end table and flipped her hair back out of her face. She gave me a quick smile.

"I'll be here when you're done, ready with another bottle." She said.

Her hips swayed as she walked out of the room, her long hair draped down her back. The faint dark lines of her g string showed through her flowing short robe. Parts of it clung to her waist and hips. Along the bottom it flapped over her thighs, giving a glimpse of skin just below her butt.

With great haste I peeled my clothes off in her on suite bath. I kept repeating in my head 'it's nothing, she just wants a glass of wine and company' Still I rushed through my shower and climbed in before water could come to temperature.

As the water ran over my body, I scrubbed hard and fast. Eventually my anti fantasy thoughts morphed into 'I'm going to fuck her tonight, tonight is it, and she wants this too.' I planned to wear soft jeans and a tight tee shirt.

As I stepped out, I realized in my haste, I couldn't get back to my room. Water dripped on the floor as I stared at my pile of dirty work clothes. Maybe if I was quick, I could get back with clean clothes. I didn't bother to dry. I threw my towel around my waist and stepped back into the bedroom.

Too late, I had lost track of time in my fantasy and she sat on the edge of the bed screwing a cock screw into the bottle. Our wine glasses were topped up and the first bottle sat empty.

She smiled at me and looked up and down my soaked body. For a moment I felt my face glow red then reminded myself 'fuck it, I'll put it to the test.'

I stepped closer, and she handed me the bottle. I flexed my muscles harder than I needed to as I pulled the cork.

I put the bottle down on the table and picked our glasses up. She leaned forward and investigated my side with her fingertips.

"You're healing okay? No headaches?" She said.

"No, I've been okay. If I talk to fast, I'll slur the odd word, but I haven't noticed much problems."

As if startled, she threw her feet down and stood up from the bed. "I almost forgot." She smiled at me and walked back to the small end table. Her thong showed through the thin fabric of her robes as she bent over and flipped the papers open.

The satin hugged her hour-glass figure as she bent over to sign the papers. My cock strained and pressed against the towel. The more I fought it, the harder it got.

As she turned I sat down, which did very little to hide the obvious lump in my crotch. She either didn't notice or chose not to show it. To my surprise, she sat down next to me, leaned back on her hands and crossed her legs.

"There, I'm free. If I need it witnessed, you can sign. But I'll ask the lawyer tomorrow." She said.

Her outstretched torso gave me a full view of her large, wondrous breasts. Her shortcut robe parted at her thigh and opened up, revealing the purple and black lace thong she wore.

Was she deliberately torturing me? My penis ached so bad my stomach tightened and my hips thrust forward. Like a dog humping anything it could, my body reacted on its own.

Everything inside of me wanted to escape. I just wanted to pull the towel off and be free of its restraint. I grit my teeth and winced when my hips twitched a second time. Aunt Maureen made a comment that replaced my lust with horror.

"I know it was you that night." My aunt said. She still looked to the ceiling. The muscles in her neck strained and her breasts pushed out from her chest.

Speechless panic. I stammered, my head grew light and inside I wanted to run, apologies, lies, denial, anything I could. Listening to her painful silence, I told the truth, at least part of it. I could barely hear the words as I spoke them.

"I couldn't stand the thought of someone like him making love to you." I said.

She was silent. The bed springs creaked and my heart pounded. The wine I had threatened to come up. The thought of being nearly naked next to her no longer mattered.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I, you looked so beautiful, you always looked so beautiful, so nice and then fucking Barry ran out with another woman and and." I rambled like a pathetic cur.

She leaned forward and put her hand on my bare knee. "I have a confession too. When you stayed with me rather than take a job out of town or follow Rachelle to college. I was happy that I wouldn't be alone."

She looked at my bare stomach and waist. Her hand moved the towel to the side and slid her hand higher. My cock swelled once more.

"I was suspicious that night. I thought I could see your face. Then suddenly fit... strong... and hard. Like your father..." Her words trailed off and her hand continued until her fingers touched my scrotum. "Wendy told me Susan spiked my drink with feel good tablets. So I thought maybe it was just those."

She slid off the edge of the bed and knelt down beside me. My hips pulsed on their own as her warm, soft hand cupped my testicles.

I still couldn't move, and I dared not say another stupid thing for fear she would stop.

"At first I was afraid and worried. But the more I thought about that night, it excited me." She said.

Her hands pulled apart the towels knot, and she freed my cock. It sprang up free of its weight. "Then last week lying next to you, I was sure it was you." She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked the skin up and down.

"I was ashamed about what we did. Then I realized we can't have children. So it's just sex, two adults pleasuring one another, right?" She looked up from my cock and into my eyes.

I nodded my head. She pulled her long wavy mane behind her head and lowered her mouth over my head. Her warm tongue slid down the underside of my cock and her soft left hand cupped my scrotum.

"Oh, fuck." I moaned. I flexed my calves and thighs so I wouldn't pass out. I leaned back and looked up to the ceiling.

Her head bobbed up and down as her right hand pumped the skin and held my cock in place. Her mouth made slurping sounds and the edge of the bed creaked from my weight.

Soaking wet with her warm spit, she pulled down hard on my foreskin, sucked on the head and pumped frantically.

I looked down at her and admired her hair and bare neck. I would not be that cur. She deserved a hard fuck. I pulled her up by the shoulders and she eagerly climbed over me.

Her robes fell open, revealing her heavy breasts. They hung down like two full melons over top my face. Her nipples stood out tall and firm, taunting me to suck them. The satin robe fell from her shoulders and caught on her elbows. With the belt still tied, it sat on her waist just below her belly button.

With one hand on my cock, she lifted herself over my cock and pulled her thong to the side. In a single attempt, she slid down my soaking shaft.

My head entered her slit and found a sloppy, gaping hole. Without effort, she lowered herself down and sat on my hips.

"Oh, fuck." I said, my hands held her by the hip and thigh. As wet as she was, I was afraid it would tear the skin from the base of my head.

She gave me a devilish grin and ran her hands up over her breasts and through her hair. She moved her hips forward and purred.

Slow at first. Her body heaved forward, then back. Those large breasts rose and fell as she inhaled deeply and her nipples poked out in excitement.

I was about to put my hands on her when I felt it. My stomach tensed and a familiar sensation grew in my scrotum and travelled up the underside of my cock.

"Stop moving, I'm going to cum." I said. I tried to hold her hips, but she thrust forward. I felt myself start to cum inside of her. I couldn't help not bucking forward. I opened my mouth and let out a moan. My chest and arms flexed as I pulled her tight onto me. Strong pulses pumped my sperm into her. The pleasure it gave made me want to yell out, but I held it in.

After I finished. I covered my face, frustrated. She pulled my hands down and lowered her lips to mine and slid her tongue inside my mouth.

"Five minutes, then you fuck me for real." She said. She undid her belt and threw her robes to the side before stepping off me.

"What about condoms? I came inside you." I said.

She walked to the light switch wearing nothing but the purple and black lace thong. The fabric vanished between her ass cheeks. "Remember, we don't need them."

It was dark, but light enough that we could see one another. She stepped out of her thong and crawled back onto the bed.

Blood pumped back into my cock. Not as fast or hard, but I desired to fucker her again and prove myself.

Before I could sit up and greet her, she put her hands on my stomach and thigh. In a fluid movement, she laid down and wrapped her mouth around my glistening cock.

Eager to please, I shimmied over and slid my fingers inside of soaking vagina, cum ran out over my fingers. Without warning, she pulled herself up to my mouth and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I wasn't sure, but I could taste both of us in her saliva.

My cock was hard to her touch. She grinned, then rolled to her knees and looked back at me. "Fuck me like you did when you snuck into my room."

Her comment stunned me for a second and I stared at her bare ass pointed back at me.

"You owe me, fuck me hard with that cock." She said.

She moaned and threw her head back when my cock penetrated her. I felt free. I could see her beautiful skin, how her muscles moved and the way her hair flowed over her shoulders down to the bed.

I felt as free as her, and I smiled to myself. Her ass slammed into my hips, driving me deeper inside. She clenched the edge of the bed and called out, "James, fuck me harder, come on James, fuck me, fuck me."

Her waist twisted and arched, grinding on my cock as I pounded from behind. I threw one foot forward and angled myself to the side. Immediately, I felt myself sink deeper.

The first new thrust caused her to open her mouth wide and lose strength in her arms. I rode her down onto the bed, pounding her ass as hard as I could. Each hit my hips, slapped into her ass and she grunted with pleasure.

Without the condom, I could feel her insides with the head of my cock. We found our rhythm and soon both of us were grunting and moaning together.

Maureen squealed and laid flat on the bed. Her body quivered, and I felt her insides tighten around my cock. I held myself deep inside and let her writhe into the sheets.

But she wasn't done, she looked back at me with lust and pulled my head down to hers by my hair. We mashed our lips together and slide our tongues over one another while my cock was still inside her.

She flipped around under me and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I missed her twice before she reached down and guided my cock into her soaking hole.

"You're so hard." She said.

Maureen bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as I slid in as deep as I could. She wiggled her body and caressed my flexed shoulders.

There was no resistance to her, and I slid in and out with ease. With each thrust, her eyes opened wide and she gasp for air.

I felt my orgasm build. I pushed myself up and admired her face. When she gave me a smile, I slammed down hard. Her eyes bulged and her mouth fell open.

The sight of seeing her reaction brought me closer. I laid on top of her and fucked her as hard as I could. Our worn bodies pressed and slid over one another. Our tongues, hands, and torsos added to the pleasure.

We panted and thrust against one another, urging the other on harder. Our breathing synced and when I felt my orgasm burst, my hips locked forward.

"Oh, fuck..." she grit her teeth and pulled me deeper with her heels. "Cum in me, cum deep inside of me." She dug her nails into my ass and pulled me down.

I bucked my hips forward, pumping what was left of my seed into her. I could feel her insides contracting and pulsing around my cock as I twitched.

She held me tight until I had gone completely limp inside of her. Spent, I rolled to the side and watched her chest rise and fall as she caught her breath.

Pride swelled inside of me as I thought of how I had just fucked this beautiful woman. She looked at me and smiled.

"Better?" She said.

"Much." I said.

She reached down and played with my limp cock. Discreetly, she was curious if it would grow hard again. So was I, but turns out two times was my limit. It didn't stop us from playing in the afterglow. We touched and felt each other's clammy bodies.

She let out a sigh. "Did you see Rachelle's latest post about moving in with her new boyfriend?"

I nodded my head. It was the last thing to cross my mind. But Aunt Maureen stared off in the hallway.

"I hope she'll be okay this time."

I put my hands behind my head, I suddenly missed my sister. Like Aunt Maureen, I had only one sibling. She was my best friend growing up. She had long, slender legs and arms. She used to out wrestle me for years until I got tougher. She was actually my first boob I touched.

My cock twitched and thickened at the memory of touching Rachelle's bare breast under her shirt. It lasted for a second, but the memory was a lifetime. I looked to my aunt, who stared up at the ceiling. My mother had been her best friend too, just like Rachelle and I.

I pulled her tight against me and she fell asleep in my arms. Suddenly the world seemed less lonely.