4 comments/ 46421 views/ 8 favorites What a Trip Ch. 03 By: VacationWriter What has come before: This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected. All characters are over 18. ________________________________ The water was colder than I expected and stung my legs when I hit the surface. Thank god. The distraction was just what I needed. Aunt Linda had stepped out of that pool dripping water and sex appeal. Her body shone in the sun and the tiny little top, which had kept me just to the right side of propriety, had been ripped from her body when she dived into the water. It was just me, her, and full, tan breasts crowned with prominent, mahogany nipples. And speaking of prominent wooden things, I was a wreck. The splash and sting of cannonballing into the pool helped to clear my head, but I was going to need a bit more than that to recover from the embarrassment of Old Hickory down there. I mean, really. Can a fella be expected to see a beautiful woman, aunt or otherwise, wearing nothing but a tiny white thong and a fresh-from-the-pool sheen without rising to the occasion? I ask you? Is it reasonable? Is it sane? Should I come up for air before I turn blue with suffocation only to turn red with embarrassment? Well, okay, so I'll just have to deal with the latter. I don't think I'd want to risk a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation scene anytime soon. If I was going to touch those lips with mine, I wanted to be conscious and unlikely to vomit water into her face. Call me a romantic I guess. I pushed off the bottom of the pool and reached out my hand to snag the top as I popped above the surface. "That's the diving champ I remember all right," Linda chuckled from the poolside. She had seated herself on the edge of the pool wearing a towel wrapped around her chest, and was the most clothed that I had seen her in the last half hour. "I'm still getting a 4 from the Russian judge, but I blame a long time rivalry between my coach and her mentor in the Old Country." "Well, you're all top marks from me, Bobby. Top marks." "So," I said while treading water and twirling the top above the waterline. "I suppose you're going to want this back." "Well, it would be the correct thing to do wouldn't it? You wouldn't want to embarrass me or anything." "So, true Aunt Ell. So true. You are clearly a shrinking violet that would be horrified to appear anything less than chaste." "How well you know me, kind sir." She extended a hand and waved me toward the edge of the pool. "If you think you can make it over here without damaging anything permanently. Straining anything, or such. I should probably don my nun's habit again." Okay, so now I was feeling a bit safer. She clearly wasn't upset about me seeing her... really seeing her. And that was maybe the coolest thing I had come across in a long time. A beautiful older woman... sure she's my aunt, but still -- breasts are breasts, my friend... who was comfortable in her own skin, comfortably aware of her own sexual appeal, and flirting with me. Of course, I was completely non-threatening. I was just her kid sister's boy. What harm could I be? She still thought of me as family. So, in a way, it was a sign of her coolness and of her accepting me as part of the family, which led her to be so cavalier with her body. But, I was feeling more comfortable with her humor and her teasing. Also, I was underwater and there wasn't much she could see when she looked my way. Newly, marginally, emboldened, I grinned and said, "What habit? This habit? It seems a bad habit. Should you be picking up any bad habits? Especially off your scandalous nephew?" Two could play this game, I thought. "Well, a habit may be hard to break kid, but that one just came untied. Of course, if you want to get all bohemian on me, that's up to you. But, I think you are probably not ready for me to just go au natural, are you?" She smiled and I melted. "Never let it be said that your faithful hound let down his favorite aunt." I grabbed the straps of the bikini top in my teeth and dog paddled loudly and with much splashing toward her side of the pool. Aunt Ell gave a snort-laugh and grinned from ear to ear. I reached the edge of the water and pulled myself up on the side. My waist and legs were safely below the waterline and I did my best faithful Labrador meets spunky Sea Lion with bikini in my teeth next to my towel-bound aunt. Linda clapped her hands together applauding my little act and said, "Now hold that pose Rover." My initial, "Wh-" was stifled as my naughty aunt swooped in and plucked the bikini from my teeth by laying a kiss right on my lips. The top slipped from my mouth and she grabbed it in hers. I slid back into the water a bit shocked, and now no better than I'd been when I jumped in the pool -- diamond hard and straining these swim trunks beyond their ability to do much good. "Uh. I ... uh... Aunt Ell... I" and then I had to spit for a minute as I swallowed some water -- clearly, I'm an ole smoothie. Linda sat on the side of the pool grinning around a mouthful of bikini and wrapped in the towel I had brought to the poolside. "Wuh... uh..." Aunt Linda tossed her head backwards and with that movement tossed her bikini top back towards the bar. "I was saying, you know me. I hate to pass up an opportunity to get in on the act. Other people might end up having more fun than me, which would be very uncool." "Besides, I mentioned that I generally don't wear one of these things anyway, so I'm probably out of practice." With that, she opened her arms high above her head (The Russian Judge couldn't object to that landing) as her towel gave up the fight and fell heavily to the patio. "Bobby? What? You comin'?" "Aunt Ell!" "Out of the pool, dude. Out of the pool. No need to be shy around here... I'm not gonna be. Besides, you've already seen the girls here. I'm not stupid enough to think that you'll forget what they look like if I put my top back on. So, why not be comfortable with what circumstance has already made a reality?" "Uh... I think I'll swim some laps." "Okay, but don't turn into a prune or anything. That not-so-little problem that you've got there." I looked down suddenly shocked and sure that she could see me in all my painful stiffness. "No, I can't see it in the water, man. I just know a thing or two about the effect the girls have on folks." Was she being purposefully vague with "Folks?" "So, as I was saying... That not-so-little problem is going to solve itself in a bit. You'll just get comfortable with your wizened old Aunty and I'll be like the furniture. You'll hardly notice me." Turning she walked over to the bar and opened a mini-fridge to remove a ginger ale. I swam. Hard. For at least 3 lengths of the pool before I slowed down. Finally, the Piney issue in my trunks was subsiding. I swam to the edge of the pool, grabbed the ladder and climbed out. I wasn't sure where Aunt Ell had gone while I swan, but I didn't immediately see her. That was probably for the best. I didn't need additional complications right now and I figured that if I could just get dried off and into jeans I would be back in control. Control and focus., those were what I needed right now. I looked around for a towel but, of course, Linda had probably taken the one I had used into the house. I stepped over to the towel cabinet that Linda had shown me and bent over to grab a fresh white towel. As I was bent over, I heard the patio door open. Straightening up as I dried my face and hands, I turned toward the door. Lowering the towel, I was slapped in the face by a piece of wet fabric. I pulled it off my head and saw that it was a white, thong bikini bottom. Looking up I saw Aunt Linda standing in the doorway. Not wearing her bikini top. Not wearing the wet, white, thong that she had just thrown at my head and that I was now holding in my hand. "Okay, so I guess you won't think of me like the furniture anytime soon. Well, unless you really have a thing for upholstery or something. You comin' dude?" Mahogany, Elm, Oak, Pine... I did have a little in common with furniture, myself. "Not yet, Aunt Ell, not yet. But only through an epic act of will, you crazy person. Is it safe to enter the house, yet?" "Nope, Bob. But I hope you'll join me, anyway..." And with that she backed into the house, shut the patio sliding door and then briefly touched her bare ass to the glass window facing me before disappearing back into the house. Gotta love those California Girls. What a Trip Ch. 04 What has come before: This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother’s older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he’s a lot more grown than she expected and she’s a lot more… everything… than he expected. All characters are over 18. -------------------------------------- Aunt Linda had, undoubtedly at this stage, made her intentions clear. I wasn’t being too imaginative or too perverse… I was, perhaps, too long standing out by the pool though. That was an invitation that might not be offered twice, so like any gracious guest it was up to me to accept. And quickly. I wrapped the towel around my neck and hopped up the patio stairs to the sliding door. The smudged rorshach of Linda’s ass was still quite visible. I slide my hand across the cold glass… for luck, not for comparison… and then opened the door. Standing in the living room, leaning against the sofa was my very naked, very attractive, did I mention naked, aunt. She had her arms crossed under her generous breasts and was tapping a foot in amused, if exaggerated, impatience. “Okay kid, bring your tardy ass over here. We’re going to need a ground rule or two for this particular bout of rule breaking.” I wasn’t quite sure what to think. The invitation seemed clear enough, but she was, without doubt, in charge so if there were to be rules, who was I to argue… particularly as I was only really thinking with the seemingly metal rod that had found its way into my swim trunks. “First rule of Fight Club?” I muttered. “You got it, dude. You never mention anything that happens on this trip. Nothing except a lovely visit in which I fed you well and showed you cultural tourist sites. We might even visit your campus. You read edifying books and thought of what you can do for your country. Clear?” “I’ve always thought that public service was a laudable goal… Aunt Linda was inspiring.” I grinned. She chuckled, “Good boy… you’ll go far. Mostly with me, this week, but, you know, maybe in life too.” She dropped her arms to her sides and stepped forward towards me. Reaching up she grabbed the ends of the towel hanging around my neck. “Now, Lil Bobby, I think we can see who is in charge, yes?” I nodded and gulped rather too loudly. Her hands seemed to glow hot. We had both just been in a pool, but the heat between us was overwhelming me. “Good. Now that we understand what kind of week you had on this visit, let’s see if we can figure out what kind of week I’m going to have… because, frankly, I hate museums and edifying books are overrated. I’d much rather fuck desperately and regret nothing.” Her words came quickly and softly as she pulled me closer and closer to her body. In the end she was breathing into my mouth as she spoke and our lips touched. Linda’s tongue shot out and her kiss took on a slightly predatory feel as she ran her tongue along my teeth before capturing my bottom lip, nibbling with just a tad more pressure than I would have asked for. I wrapped my arms around her, sliding my hands along her back, as I returned the kiss with the driving need that had begun to consume me. Her skin was warm and still just a bit wet. She was smooth and soft and writhing her body against me as our kisses became increasingly demanding. Linda ran her hands up the sides of my face and with her fingers in my hair pulled me firmly back from our kiss. She looked into my eyes and said, “You will certainly spend a great deal of time learning what I need from you while you are here. But, right now, what I need. What you should be doing. What you will do. Is to drop those trunks and stick that cock of yours into my Very. Wet. Cunt.” I blinked. Her words seemed to be punctuated by the throbbing I felt as my erection pulsated against my body. Before I could even think about what was happening, I skinned out of those too tight trunks and felt my dick fly out from my body, reaching for Linda. My aunt grabbed the towel around my neck and with a move that could have been right out of a Judo manual, rolled me onto the floor of her living room. Flat on my back and slightly dizzy from the drop, I felt Linda push her hands strongly into my chest and suddenly slide herself onto my bouncing cock. She was soaking wet and boiling hot. As she sank all the way down, her fingers curled and her nails dug into my chest. The sharp points of pain only accentuated the incredible sensual joy of feeling her completely wrapped around me. Linda was still, eyes closed, head back, breathing in the moment. Then, suddenly, one hand scraped her nails down the front of my chest, as her eyes opened and she took a deep breath. She looked down at me and began fucking me slowly, from base to tip… each gyration of her hips brought her to end of my trembling erection, threatening to slip off of me and before quickly sliding back down. She hissed, “Listen, Bobby, you aren’t going to last long… hell, I’m not going to last long… but first I’m going to ride you hard. Then, I’m going to get off, and then… only then, you get to fill me up with your hot, sticky, cum. Clear?” “Ugh. Argh. Uhhh,” was about all I could manage, as Linda slide one hand back onto my chest to support herself, and then used the other to trace a line from my lips, down my chest, across my stomach, and to the juncture that brought the two of us together. Her fingers stroked along the top of my cock, over the lips of her pussy to her clit. I stared in fascination as this beautiful woman began to smoothly and confidently fuck me senseless while simultaneously stroking her clit and pinning me to the floor. I knew that I couldn’t last, but from the look on her face, Linda wasn’t going to be long for this orgasm, either. Her breathing grew ragged and her fingers began to move faster and faster across her dripping cunt. I could see the tension building across her face, as she bit her top lip and then just as I thought she’d stopped breathing I felt her contract… all over. Her pussy gripped and tried to push me away, her arms began to shake and her face grew intensely focused. She opened her eyes, and screamed, “Fuuuuhhhh-ccccckkkkk!” Her shoulders collapsed and her knees drew in towards her body. “You’re turn Bobby…” She gasped. “Fill me up with that cum, doll.” I reached up and wrapped my arms around Linda pulling her down towards me. Then, I flipped her over onto her back and drove my cock down fully into her. She wrapped her legs around me and seemed to lift herself off the floor meeting me thrust for thrust. This couldn’t last much longer, but I didn’t want it to end. I was fucking my gorgeous aunt on her living room floor and nothing had ever felt more right. As I pistoned into her, she looked up at me and breathed, “You’re going to cum for me now, Bobby…” as she used both her hands to reach up and grasp my nipples firmly between thumbs and forefingers. She pinched hard and pulled saying, “NOW!” And my body answered to the real source of control in this relationship. I exploded in orgasm. My body shook and wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I collapsed on top of Linda and felt wrapped in the warmth of her body. I’m not sure I breathed for a full minute. Linda’s hand swirled around in my hair and traced a line down my jaw to my chin. “See, that wasn’t so bad, nephew. Staying with your mean old auntie might make for a nice time, don’t you think.” Her grin was infectious. I might have been drooling. “Aunt Ell, I think I can suffer through the unpleasantness of this boring book and museum visiting trip, if you can.” “Good man. Now, we’ve just got to clean up this terrible mess you’ve made in my house.” I chuckled. “What mess is that Auntie Dearest?” “Oh, this one, my little rascal,” and she ran her hand down her stomach, through her dark bush and slipped a finger into her soaking pussy. She curled her finger inside of herself and then quickly brought it out and too my lips, gently pushing into my mouth. “Eat up, loverboy. I’ll let you get away with the tasting menu this time, but in future – when I don’t have to devour you here on the floor – I’ll expect you to take your time and clean up your tasty, tasty messes when you’re done.” You know, I think I’m going to love college life. And, I bet I could save a lot on dorm costs if I could find a roommate. Maybe someone in the family. Someone who would take a wayward nephew in… for a consideration. What a Trip Ch. 05 What has come before: This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected. All characters are over 18. ---------------------------------------------- Well this wasn't the trip that I thought I was going to have when Mom suggested I stay with Aunt Linda for a week. Seriously, who would have imagined? Linda is my mom's older sister and though we had talked on the phone over the years, we hadn't really been around each other since I was a kid. It seems like a dream that took me from a plane, to Linda's home, her pool, and then... well, to her. We were lying on the living room floor, legs entwined and fingers tracing the outlines of each other's bodies. I was content and astounded. Aunt Linda must have been 43... 44... and was still one of the most attractive women I'd ever met. And here she was naked... with me. Wow. "So, I'm thinking pizza and a shower? How 'bout you, handsome?" "That sounds great... er... I know this is going to sound stupid," I stumbled a bit, but this seemed important as well, "But what do I call you?" "Your Grace would be fine... or Bosslady... or maybe Often" she joked. "Well, yeah... but I'm kinda serious. Somehow I'm not sure if it's best to keep calling you Aunt Linda when we're... well..." "Fucking?" "Yeah... I guess. Should I call you Linda?" "You can call me whatever you like, sunshine." She reached ran a finger over my tender right nipple – she had really put the grip on me earlier – and traced a line across my chest, down to my navel and along the line of my (now) semi-hard penis. "As long as you call me." Her finger traced a line around the head of my cock and slipped over my now moistening slit. The pre-cum was beginning to flow and my dick was suddenly fully, painfully rigid. "So, do you want that pizza?" "Uh... sure, uh" Her fingernail lightly scratched along the length of my penis and then circled my balls. She cupped me lightly as I managed to croak "Li – uhnda." "Hmmm... well, we're going to have to order the thing and it'll take at least half an hour to get out here... maybe longer. So, I think you should go get my phone for me, Bobby. You'll find it on the bar next to the pool." "Eer... outside?" I mumbled. "That's where I keep the pool. I forgot to bring it in when I was leading you back here" – a phrase that brought a huge grin to my face. "So, up on your feet and go get my phone. I'm hungry." I stumbled to my feet and reached for my swim trunks, when Linda snatched them out of my hands. "No, no, young man. I didn't say get dressed. I said to get my phone. Those are two totally different things, don't you think?" She smiled tightly and I think I could sense a certain amount of calculation there. "Ma'am, yes ma'am" I barked and stood to attention. Well, the rest of me stood to attention. She had already put a portion of my anatomy at a distractingly firm attention. I walked to the sliding door and opened it quickly. For whatever reason I was a bit nervous about stepping outside – naked – with an erection. Still, I'd just been out there already and Aunt Linda had gotten almost entirely naked while she was there so it must be private, right? Besides, I'm just taking about 5 steps to the bar and back. So out I popped. Snagged the phone. And, heard the slide-click of the sliding door sealing behind me. I spun around and dashed up the steps to see Aunt Linda golf clapping. "Very nice, handsome man. That cock of yours swings in the nicest possible way. I like a man with a bit of a flagpole." "Aunt El... er... Linda... very funny... now, could you open the door, please." I was suddenly aware that I didn't know where the neighbor houses were in relation to hers. I hadn't really explored yet. There were hedges, sure, but were they solid. Was I visible from some old guy's kitchen window or something. The firmness I had exited the house had begun to fade. "Tut tut, young man. Let's not see you giving up hope. I'd hate to see your chances flagging." Linda cupped her left breast in her right hand and dipped her left hand down to her mound. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, I could see that she was sliding her hand over her mound and dipping her finger into her pussy as she dragged it through her labia and over her clit. I believe my body restored her faith in what it could do. Aunt Linda opened her eyes and took her wet fingers out of her crotch, brought them to her lips and traced the outline of her mouth. I shivered. It wasn't cold. Then as she tweaked her nipple with one hand she reached out and traced a heart on the window with her juicy finger. "Bobby, be a dear and bring me my phone, would you?" "I'm trying Auntie dearest, but you seem to have... I don't know... 'accidentally' locked me out." I was bouncing from foot to foot now, more than a little anxious to get inside... the house... and Linda. "Oh dear," she said with malicious smirk, "I think you're right. Well, you should definitely find another way in, then. The front door is open, I think." "What?!" "You know, dear... the door... on the front of the house... just around by the gate over there past the pool... slip around the front and you'll be in" She ran her tongue slowly over her lips, "lickety-split." Fuck. Just, fuck. I'm standing here bare assed with a phone and a raging hardon. And she wants to send me around the front of the house for all the world to see. Great. Ah. Wait. Towels... there are towels by the pool. Awesome. I can do this. I dashed over, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my body. This wouldn't help if someone got close... I mean, an erection in a towel is still pretty tent-like in its erectioness. But, at least this would get me to the front and inside without being thoroughly naked the whole time. I dashed around the side of the house, found the gate and slipped through. The house was, luckily, surrounded by hedges that made it unlikely that any neighbor on that side of the house would have a look at me. But, when I reached the front yard it was clear that I was going to be on full view of the neighbor across the road. Sure both houses were set back from the road significantly, but if the residents happened to be looking out towards this house... well, they might have some questions. But, what was I going to do? Aunt Linda was playing her little game with me, and I wanted the prize at the end. Also, I all the pants I owned in this state were inside... so, best to figure out a plan. So, I walked toward the front door. I played it cool. I figured that if someone saw me walking around the house in a towel, they would likely imagine that I had just gotten out of the pool from swimming and that I was in a bathing suit. What could be more natural than that? Maybe I heard a car outside and decided to see who was there? Maybe I just needed to get the mail? Who knew? Totally normal. Just us towel wearing men here... strolling around the yard... nothing to see. I stepped up on the front porch and reached out for the door. Grabbing the handle and depressing the lever, I was – surprisingly- surprised to find that it was, in fact, locked. Of course, it was... Through the door, I heard, "Bobby? Is that you? Why don't you come in, hon. You'll catch your death of cold out there being all naked and such." "I appreciate the concern Aunt Linda. Maybe you could, you know, unlock the door since I'm standing out here in full view of your neighbors wearing a towel." I tried to keep a level tone, but I was getting nervous. "Hmm, locked you say? I don't know how it could be locked. I mean my door is always open to naked men sporting erections," she replied with more than a little bit of emphasis. Great. Just great. This woman was going to drive me crazy. But the trip seemed worth it. I dropped the towel. I waited what seemed an age. "Linda? Dear?" The deadbolt clicked open. I opened the door and dashed inside. "Fuck, Linda." "That sounds nice, but first lets order pizza, shall we?" I handed her the phone. She sauntered toward the rear of the house. She was heading toward her bedroom. "Now, where is that number? Oh, there it is." We walked into her bedroom and she sat down on the edge of the bed. I stood there, unsure what to do as she stared at the end of my cock, glistening with moisture and bouncing at her eye level. She pressed a button on the phone and I could hear the sound of a ring tone before a click and a voice. "Hello, Pizza Town, please hold." Linda handed me the phone and said, "You order it. I'm going to have a snack." As I grabbed the phone, Linda leaned in and licked the head of my penis, running her tongue around it with a firm, moist pressure. My grip on the phone tightened. Linda wrapped one arm around my waist and her other hand grabbed the base of my prick. I was completely hers. She pulled me toward the bed and onto my back before forming an O with her lips and fully engulfing the head of my dick. I may have whimpered. "Pizza Town, thank you for holding. What can I get you today?" the phone blurted at me. "Wha? Uh. We. I. Uh." "Sir? Do you want to order a pizza? There are lots of folks in the hold queue." I thought the server might have been unnecessarily brusque given the circumstances. I mean, really, how's a guy supposed to order food while his sexy aunt swallows him down to his balls. That's just rude. The tone, not the blow job, which was amazing, to be fair. "I need a large thin crust veggie pizza –" "No onions" Linda interjected as she slide one of her hands from cupping my testicles down to my ass running a fingernail over my asshole, teasingly. "Er... no onions." "Would you like bread sticks with that?" The server asked as Aunt Linda swallowed my prick whole, bringing her lips fully down to my body and engulfing me like no one had ever done. "YESSSSSSS!" I grunted. "Well, okay, then. Breadsticks it is. Did you need sodas with that?" Aunt Linda slid back down my length and then slightly more than gently used her teeth to grip me just below the head of my dick. "Nooooo. Thank you. We've got that ... uh... covered." "ooookedoke. So, where are we sending this pizza?" I looked down to Aunt Linda and said quietly "Address?" Linda slide up my body and over my now quite wet cock. When she was even with my mouth she said, "31 Tuscan Way. Tell the driver not to rush. I haven't come yet and this boy can't get out of my bed til I get off." And she clicked the off button. "Linda! What the hell? Those people are going to know we're making love?" I was shocked and a bit off kilter. "Bobby! Those strangers are going to know that I'm naked, wet, and ready to come. That I'm riding a young man til I come hard and that they shouldn't rush with the pizza. Sooooo, they are going to make that pizza as fast as they can and rush over here on the off-chance that when they get here I'll be so fucking hot that I would at the very least answer the door naked. And maybe, if they get lucky, fuck them on my doorstep. I hate to wait for pizza." I'm afraid, all I could say was, "Fuck." Articulate, no? Well, you wouldn't criticize if YOUR super sexy aunt was grabbing you by the hair on your head as she straddled your face, driving your frantically licking tongue into her dripping cunt. I mean, what else do you say? "Oh, fuck..." ------------------------------------ Thanks for the positive responses. Glad that my little story strikes a chord. I think there are a few additional chapters in me if the response remains positive. What a Trip Ch. 06 What has come before: This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected. All characters are over 18. --------------------------------------- Aunt Linda held me firmly against the bed. I wasn't restrained, per se, but I wasn't likely to move while my Aunt was grinding her pussy over my tongue. She had tossed the phone onto the bedside table and was using both hands to balance herself over me. I'm sure I could describe it better if I had been looking on from the doorway, but as I was wrapped in her thighs with my tongue busily attending to Linda's growing needs... well, it was all I could do to keep up. I was living in a world of hot, slippery cunt. My best effort to control the situation was simply to use my hands to support her ass. Well, support might not be accurate. I ran my hands over her butt and thanked whatever quirk of fate brought me to this place. Linda was heavenly. Her pussy was flush and full. It unfolded for me and my tongue danced around her labia. I dipped into her well and drank from her. Nothing had ever prepared me for how much I would love this moment. Not only was I worshipping this glorious pussy, but I was ... and I couldn't have guessed this would be exciting... her plaything. Linda was straddling me and using me for her whim. And it was a nice whim. I used my nose to circle her hard little clit and then dip into her cunt. I wanted to absorb her scent. I wanted to wear her juices like a badge. "Uhnn. Yes, little Bobby... you just keep up with me. I'm going to soak you in my juices and you are going to love it, aren't you?" I wanted to say, "Yes, Aunt Linda" but I'm fairly certain I said "Ehhhhuhhhhnnnnnghhhh" instead. But, I'm sure she got the idea. Linda used one hand to cradle the top of my head. Her fingers ran through my hair. Her grip began to shift my head from left to right... in the course of moving my tongue to juuuust the right spot for her pleasure. Her hips were rocking back and forth and I was quickly becoming less a friend, a partner, or a nephew and almost entirely a tongue to be fucked. And that was pretty okay by me. As El's gyrations became quicker and more frantic, I could hear her breathing become much more ragged. Her thighs seemed to quiver as her whole body found itself on the verge of orgasm. I slid my hands from her ass up her back, and then, in one quick motion I clawed my hands inward and scraped my fingernails down her back, along her spine. Linda grunted, shook, and collapsed onto my face. I felt the full pressure of her weight as she lost the ability to support herself. She was shaking. Trembling. And there was a pretty good chance she was about to fall forward off the edge of the bed. I rolled her over on her back as she twitched and moaned. It might have been in English... but, honestly, I'd stopped listening. I was starring at her twitching tummy... that's a beautiful thing to see – a body shaking in wave upon wave of pleasure. I couldn't resist, so I leaned in and flicked the tip of her raging, pink clit with the tip of my finger. I probably shouldn't have done that. Linda reacted in the way that a woman pushed beyond the realm of rational thought might when her far overstimulated, just orgasmed, not yet sane clit is touched. She kicked me. Okay, so not exactly kicked... more slammed her thighs together and yelled "Fuck You!" at me. I think she meant it in the nicest possible way, but she did also clip me pretty good in the side of the head as her legs slammed together to protect herself from any more pleasure. I figure I deserved it... but I still chuckled a bit. I spooned in behind Linda as she curled into a fetal position, wrapped her in my arms holding her close. Her body was warm, wet, and finally beginning to relax in the wake of one of the most powerful orgasms that I'd ever been near. It was a nice feeling. A beautiful feeling. We laid there for what seemed like an age. Well, I wanted it to be an age. It was probably just a few minutes. Still, it felt right. Finally, Linda stirred. She rolled over and faced me. Grabbing my chin, she looked directly into my eyes and sternly said, "You, young man, should know better than to dive into a strange woman's clit when she's just had a mind-shattering orgasm. It's rude. And dangerous to your health." I did my best repentant cunning linguist and replied, "Yes ma'am. I've learned my lesson. No more oral sex for you." I'm afraid I did break into a grin, though, so I might have ruined the effect. She smiled and held my face still as she leaned in and ran her tongue around my lips, kissed the tip of my nose, and then leaned in whispering into my mouth "Learn whatever you want, Bobby-sox, but I'm afraid you're not going to get to opt out of eating my pussy ... I'm spoiled now." She closed the gap and kissed me passionately. Pulling away, she rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. I could see her testing the sturdiness of her legs as she stood. It made me smile. The pink lines running down her back were fading, but were certainly a nice reminder of what we had just done. As Linda walked into her bathroom, I stared at the ceiling and wondered just how I had stumbled into this. I could hear my aunt peeing in the other room when the doorbell rang. Well, shit. Pizza. "Cash is in my purse on the kitchen counter. Pay the man. Tip him reasonably well. Oh, and come here, first," Linda called from the master bath. I stepped in and she tossed a hand towel at me with a grin. "You probably ought to wipe the pussy off your face, dude. I'd hate to imagine what they'd think of you." We laughed as I ran the towel over my face and tossed it back to her. The doorbell rang again, as I looked around for my clothes. Shit. The living room. "Hurry up, Bobby, the pizza is getting cold and the guy is going to leave pretty soon." I dashed into the living room and spotted my pants. No time for careful dressing, so I called out toward the door "Just a minute!" as I tugged on my pants commando – but careful of the zipper. I grabbed my shirt and jogged toward Linda's purse. I slipped the shirt over my head and found the cash as the bell rang a third time. Jogging to the door, I flipped the deadbolt and opened the door. A 30-something pizza delivery guy was waiting with that big insulated bag and a look of impatience. He was a bit too large to be tucking in that work polo shirt, but, hey, he brought me food so much is forgiven. "Sorry about that," I said, "Just had to get the cash on my way to the door. I was, uh, on the other side of the house." "Sure." He was, a bit put out, I think, to be greeted by an 18 year old guy and not the naked hottie he had imagined from the order call. Oh well, such are the disappointments of pizza guys. I handed him the cash (keep the change) and took the pizza. He started to turn back to his car when I saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop slightly. I wonder... and then my aunt... my very naked aunt... stepped up beside me and said, "Oh, great. The pizza's here." Linda then slipped past me and was standing directly in front of the pizza guy who was, as I could understand, paralyzed by the uncertainty. Unsure what to do, he stood there gawking. El then squatted down in front of him, grabbed the pool towel that I had dropped when she had trapped me outside and stood back up saying, "You know, Bobby just leaves his towels everywhere... I'm always trying to get him to pick up after himself, but you know teenagers." And with a grin, my unpredictable Aunt seemed to vanish back into the house. I shrugged awkwardly and added, "You know, sometimes I just forget" and I slammed the door, flipped the deadbolt and cackled. I mean, really, what the hell is the story going to be when he gets back to the pizza place? Who knows? But, I do know that I tipped him too well considering what he got to see in the end. And I know about that end. It's a nice end. The scratch marks are even gone now. Mostly. "Linda, you're probably going to rot in hell for that," I called out as I brought the pizza box into the kitchen. Stepping around the corner, Linda smiled and said, "Hey, I promised a show... he got a show... can't complain about that." "True, Aunt El, but that guy has to work the rest of his shift ... without relief... and that's not going to be fun for him, I'd guess." "He's a big boy, Bobby-sox... he'll manage. Now open up that box, I'm starving! You'd think I'd been fucking all afternoon or something." We sat there at the kitchen table, casually eating pizza like we did this every day. I still didn't know quite what to do with all this. At the moment, I was just enjoying the time. Pizza and naked women... two of my favorite things. It was surprising, really. Linda and I fell into a casual, comfortable conversation. We were old pals and, sure, we'd just fucked like wild weasels, but still... you know, friends. It was remarkable. Finishing up the pizza – we were surprisingly hungry – Linda stood up from her barstool at the kitchen counter and walked around behind me. Resting her hands on my shoulders she leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "Okay, kiddo. I'm going to go put on some clothes... yeah, yeah, I know, but we should probably take in some of the local sights so you can properly report on all the edifying and non-sexual things we did during this trip... yes?" "Well, I suppose that won't hurt, Aunt El. Well, not much anyway." I smiled and turned around in the chair. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her close to me and looked up into her eyes. "Though, I'd be curious to know how I got quite so lucky. Not just every guy gets his gorgeous aunt for a graduation present, you know." She smiled mischievously at me and replied, "They don't? I thought it was all the rage nowadays with you young people... you know, with your jitter bug dancing and your rumble seats." "Well, I'm afraid, the fucking your aunt all afternoon craze never really took off at home." I chuckled and Linda pulled away from my grip. "Mores the pity, of course." Linda turned around and headed toward her bedroom, "Well, I'm going to go get dressed so I can take you out and about. You should probably put on something that doesn't smell like you've been schtupping your aunt, while I'm at it." "Well, if you insist, Aunt El. And, I guess I should call Mom, too, and let her know I made it okay... well, more than okay, really." Linda called back from her room, "Yeah, you should do that. She'll be worried if you don't." I stood up and gathered my clothes before heading back to the guest bedroom. Linda was running a shower in the master bath. I stepped into the guest bath and did a cursory clean up. I shaved and brushed my teeth, before getting dressed in jeans and a button down shirt. Casual but not slovenly. I wasn't sure what Linda had in mind this evening, but I figured that if we were going somewhere more formal, then she would have to let me know. Looking in the mirror, I thought that I was certainly having an unusual day. This was just not what I'd expected. I hadn't seen Aunt Linda in years, and then on the day of our reunion we were committing acts that I'm pretty sure were socially unacceptable in ANY culture and were probably illegal in a lot of them. Still, it felt strangely right. Strangely comfortable. Aunt Linda clearly felt something for me. She didn't know me as an adult, but she did have a familial love for me. She wouldn't let me come to harm. And, of course, I was an adult now. So, you know, why not? Grown ups get to make these kinds of decisions, right? Though, truth be told I was just now realizing that I should be absolutely certain about birth control issues. I mean, I didn't want to be a dad... and I certainly didn't want to knock up my aunt. That would be a conversation that I wouldn't want to have with my Mom. "Hi Mom, your big sis and I are having a baby... you're going to be a grandmother... and an aunt." Yeah, even thinking that was faintly horrifying. Mom wouldn't understand a relationship with Linda, but pregnancy would be much harder to accept. But, thinking of Mom reminded me that I needed to call her. I fished my phone out of my luggage. I had gone straight from the plane to Linda's car so I hadn't actually powered the phone back up. As the screen came up, I found 2 texts from ... well, of course... from Mom. Hope U Landed Safely. Let me know. And about an hour after that, Bobby, I know you're fine, because the news isn't covering a plane crash. Call me before the I send out the dogs ;) The last message was just a couple of minutes ago. I knew that she wasn't really that upset. She knew I was with Linda and she also knew that air travel could be unpredictable, so she was just giving me a hard time. Still, I should call. Ringing Mom's cell, I waited for two rings before she picked up. "Well, either my son has arrived at his destination or the hospital needs to locate next of kin." "Hardy Har Har, Mom. I'm fine, thanks." "Well, you know that a mother worries about these things. Were you at least wearing clean underwear when your plane crashed?" "Oh, Mom. You know I never wear clean underwear." "You're a comfort to your aging parent, you are." "Well, Mom, now that you're reaching your dotage I figure that occasionally winding you up is worth while. Keeps you on your toes" I assured her. "Oh yes, that's exactly what I need, you little shit." She chuckled. "But, at least I know you're alright. If you were hurt, you'd be less of a smart ass." "So true. So true. Anyway, I've made it fine. Aunt Linda picked me up at the airport. We've taken a swim in the pool and had pizza. Now, I think we're going for a drive to see some of the local sights before the sun sets." "Sounds like a full day for you," she said. She had no idea how full. Whew. "Yep, Mom. It's going well so far. I really like Aunt Linda. It has been a long time since we've spent time together, but it feels like we're already good friends." I smiled as I told the truth, if not the whole truth. "Well, good. I thought you'd ... get along. I've missed seeing Linda more often, but with her travel schedule... it just never worked out." "Well, at least you guys had your Girls Weekends every couple of years. I haven't seen her since I was... what? 10?" "True. But, I bet you'll make up for lost time. Speaking of my Big Sis... she around?" "Sure, just a second." I covered the phone with my hand and turned to call for Linda. I jumped a little when I realized that she was standing in the doorway behind me. She was dressed in a knee length black skirt, a white button down blouse and flip flops. Somehow she'd managed to bathe, dress, and look casually beautiful in the time it took me to get myself together in only the most basic of ways. Well, my oh my. I handed Linda the phone. "Hey there Kat. Yeah, he's settling in just fine. He's unpacked and eaten. He's all grown up isn't he?" She paused a moment, presumably for my mother to say something in return. "Yeah, no kidding. Well, I can tell you it was a pleasant surprise. You don't often meet young men his age who comport themselves so nicely. A real gentleman." I admit, I scrunched up my forehead a bit. I hadn't been rude, sure, but I hadn't exactly had a lot of time to be... well, polite. Just, you know, naked mostly. "Oh Kat, I'm delighted to have him. You knew I would be didn't you?" Linda grinned in a way that made me wish I knew just what the hell she was responding to. She needed to be careful or Mom might figure out what was going on over here. She had always been suspicious of me if I was trying to hide something. She could always figure it out. And Linda... well, Linda liked to dance a little too close to that flame. "Well, Kitty Kat Kathy, I need to get on the road and show this boy around before the sun goes down. Do you need to say anything more to him? Well, I'll make sure he calls back every now and then. Okay, just a sec." Linda handed me the phone with a "Here you go Tiger." "Mom? I guess we're headed out now. I'll call back tomorrow if you want." I was ready to close out the call and get on with the evening. Linda hadn't given us away yet, thank goodness, but I didn't want to press my luck. "Okay, sweetheart. Have a lot of fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," My mother said sweetly. "Of course not Mom. You know, Aunt Linda is looking out for me," I assured her. "Oh, I do sweetie. So, have fun reading all those edifying books and seeing all those educational museums. You can't stay indoors fucking your Aunt the whole trip you know." And with that the line went dead. At least it probably did. I dropped the phone so I'm not sure. Linda couldn't stop laughing. I'm couldn't see straight. ---------------------------------- Thanks for the positive responses. Glad that my little story strikes a chord. I think there are a few additional chapters in me if the response remains positive. What a Trip Ch. 07 What has come before: This story finds our 18-year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out they have a lot to discover about each other. An additional note: this section is a slower connective piece. Things will heat back up in Ch. 8. All characters are over 18. --------------------------- I'd only been with my Aunt Linda for an afternoon, and my world was already upside down. I'd come to California to visit a college campus and catch up with my Mom's older sister. Linda had a different agenda. Well, unless blowing my mind and... well... just generally blowing... was what she meant by "agenda." So, here I stood in the guest bathroom of my Aunt's home staring open-mouthed at Linda as she cackled at the situation. I was stunned by my mother's phone call. Linda, however, thought it was a hoot. "B... b... but... she said... uh..." was about all I could stammer. Linda took a deep breath and got herself back under control. She was smiling from ear-to-ear and had folded her arms under her breasts. She was trying to contain herself in the face of what she clearly thought was an hilarious situation- my utter inability to process this new bit of information. Not only had my Aunt intended to seduce me... if that's the word... but, my mother had been in on it. She knew? She knew! What the hell was going on? Linda reached up to cover her giggle as the ridiculousness of my expression struck her again. "She knew? You... you... planned? You BOTH planned? I... I... " Linda took another breath and said, "Oh honey. Your face... Here... let Auntie El help." My aunt stepped forward and cradled my face in both of her hands directing my eyes to look into hers. "Bobby dear, we love you very much, but there are a lot of things that you don't know about your mom and me. We thought that it was time for you to ... well... to learn." Linda leaned in, tiptoed up, and kissed me full on the lips. Not only was that a welcome grounding gesture -- however odd the ground might be -- but it also forced me to close my dropped jaw. Funny how a beautiful woman can focus your attention. "Now, don't get weird on me... or weird in-context, anyway... You were pretty happy with our afternoon right up until you realized that Kathy knew about it, right?" "Well... yeah... of course, I mean... You're... this is... well... amazing! I just... I don't... what do we...?" "We go for a drive, honey. We go see your school. We grab some dinner. And then, we come home. All of which you can comfortably report to your mom, right?" "Er... sure." "And if she asks if her old sis is a rockstar in the sack, you can say 'Ma'am, yes ma'am'." "Ma'am, yes ma'am." I smiled and felt, oddly enough, more comfortable. Content, even. Linda was bringing this all into focus. Weird the scene was... but it was in focus. Linda stepped back and looked me up and down. "Not bad kiddo. You'll need to adjust that cock a bit. Don't want to give just anyone the show." I blushed -- even still -- and made the adjustment. Linda and I hopped back into her Toyota and out into the world. She slipped on a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses and drove out of the neighborhood toward the highway. It was a short drive to the campus of Ellison College. Ellison was a small, liberal arts school with a long history of top performance and graduate placement. It wasn't well known for sports or anything, but it was a strong academic school, which was still moderately affordable. I really looked forward to the Fall. We drove into the campus through a wrought iron archway and quickly found ourselves surrounded by red brick buildings modeled, fairly clearly, on old European schools. It was so beautiful. I was absolutely certain that this was the place for me. Of course, it didn't hurt that I had family nearby. And, that the family in question was Aunt El. "Whaddya think Bobby Sox?" Linda asked quietly. "It's gorgeous Linda. Just gorgeous." Aunt El pulled the car into a visitor's space and said, "Well, let's take a stroll, babe. You should see what the place looks like from up close." We stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. Ellison was just what I'd been waiting for. High school hadn't been fun. Well, it really isn't fun for a lot of folks. I mean, there were some decent classes... and I had some good friends. I'd miss my friends, certainly. But, this... this felt like the place I needed to be. This was a place built on the notion that learning mattered. Thinking mattered. Critical inquiry was important... and those were ideas sorely lacking in my high school experience. Sure, there would be cliques here... it wasn't some sort of utopian xanadu. I knew that. But, I also knew that a person didn't come here by default. A student had to choose this place. And that choice meant that the student body would be here for a similar goal. That was a lot to be glad of. The campus was clearly at low ebb at the moment. There were a few folks sitting on a grassy hillside near the library, and there were one or two older people smoking near what was probably an administrative building. Otherwise, we had the place to ourselves. I guess that wasn't really surprising. It was near the end of the day and it was summer. Really, why wouldn't it be empty? I felt Linda grab my hand and sidle up next to me. "So, anything you want to see today? Bearing in mind that most of the buildings are going to be closed." "Oh, no... I suppose not. I just wanted to walk on campus a bit. See what there was to see. Feel the place, you know?" "Sure thing. I get it. It's all new." She started walking into campus and tugged at my hand. "Well, c'mon dude. We'll stroll through campus and stop in at Lovey's on the other side." "Lovey's?" I asked. "Sure. It's a little veggie joint across the way. Very hippy dippy, but tasty food. You'll like it." "Well, sure, I guess... though I'm still pretty full from ... er... the pizza." I blushed unexpectedly. "Well, I liked our pizza a lot, too," she smirked, "But, we'll get something light here... a salad... a soup... something like that. I don't want you fading away for lack of fuel young man. You have many miles to go before you sleep." "I remember that one... er... the poem... not the ... other thing... I remember that too, of course, I was just... well..." "Yes, I can see that High School English wasn't wasted on you. C'mon." And with that, Linda started striding across campus towards her destination. And, truth be told, I'd follow her anywhere. A short walk across campus amidst brick and beauty put us beyond the fountain and the library. I suppose we could have driven around to the other side of campus, but it was nice to spend some time getting to know the place. We saw the chapel, the science building, the campus theater, and eventually popped up on the opposite street boundary of Ellison. There was a nice little commercial area, much like other schools I had visited. Colleges seem to blossom with bars, cheap late night snack restaurants, and coffee shops. I saw the sign for Lovey's, as Linda stepped off the curb and dragged me across the street. "C'mon slowpoke. College men don't stroll. They stride with purpose!" Linda began giggling and stopped midway across the street turning to look at me. "Okay, so that's a lie. Most college men play a lot of Xbox and drink too much. They stumble more than stride. But, you know, I would hope you were a more... mature man." "I'm mature enough to know that my Aunt shouldn't stop in the middle of the street to giggle and lecture. Best to save that for the sidewalk. Or the bedroom." I slipped an arm around her waist and we hopped up on the curb. Of course, it was also true that this was a pretty sleepy place during the summer. So, we really hadn't been dodging traffic. Lovey's was... well, lovely. It was a sweet little sandwich shop with a sort of moneyed hippy look to it. Earthy but well-groomed. We had salads and iced tea. And, it felt like the best date I'd ever been on. We were in sync, happy, relaxed, and I was as content as I'd been in a long time. I'm not saying that sleeping with your aunt is the best way to start a relationship. Honestly, I'm not. I'm just saying that for us, it felt right in that moment. And it even kept me from asking all the awkward questions that I wanted to ask about Linda, my mother, and their plan for this week. I mean, I hadn't forgotten. But I didn't want to shatter this time we were having. It was too precious. The sun had started setting by the time we finished dinner. It wasn't a fancy meal, but it was a good time. We stepped out onto the sidewalk and breathed in that warm summer air. I really didn't want this day to end. "So, Roberto, I guess we're not supposed to be out drinking and closing down the bars are we?" Linda slipped her arm through mine and leaned her head against my shoulder. "Well, that would be tricky since serving me would probably violate a few dozen statues. But, I do like hanging out with my favorite Aunt." "I'm your only aunt, Prince Charming." "Well, you know what I mean." "Sure, I do. You want to hang out with me because I'll suck your dick." Linda stepped off the curb and started walking me back onto campus and towards her car. "uh... I... uh.. I... you..." "Sweetie, you can relax. I want to hang out with you because I LIKE to suck your dick." "Well, that's a relief, El, but you know that I like you for more than that, right?" I was more than a little concerned that she felt like I was just mindlessly using her. Of course, I was pretty mindless, but I did actually like Linda. I would have liked her even without the sex. Though, of course, I liked the sex an awful lot. "Dude. You can like me and also fuck me you know. It's called a relationship. Of sorts, anyway." We stepped off the paved walkways and started walking across what must have been an intramural sports field of some kind. Soccer, field hockey, Frisbee. Who knows? It was green, grassy, and mostly dark. I was relieved and also concerned at her response, "What 'of sorts' did you have in mind?" "Well, we'll work out the details later, honey. But, you and I are going to have a lot of fun. We're not going to get married or anything. You know that right?" "Well, Linda, I mean, yeah... I know ... well, that there isn't a marriage option or anything, but I just don't want you to feel used or anything... and I really do like you." Linda stopped in the middle of the field, just outside of the lights that had turned on as the sun had set. She turned to face me and rested one palm on my chest. "Oh man. I knew I was good.... Listen honey. I love you. Like, really, I love you. You're my nephew and we're always going to love each other. But you're going to date other people. You're probably going to marry one of those. And I'm going to enjoy you in all the ways I can enjoy you until you tell me you don't want to do it anymore. Deal?" "Deal. But, I can't imagine a day when I'll not want to have this... relationship... with you." "Dude, you couldn't imagine the day when you wouldn't want to eat ice cream for every meal for the rest of your life. But, then you discovered pizza. It's totally fine. We'll play as long as we both want to play. And it will be loving and good. And who knows, maybe you'll marry some hot young thing that likes older women. I can learn to share. It's one of my talents." I smirked in the dark. "Oh really, and what are your other talents, ma'am?" Linda turned and walked a couple of steps away from me, towards the car. "I fuck like a wild mustang and can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, as Uncle David might have said." "Great Uncle David? You...? I mean...?" Linda laughed, "Oh no dear. Uncle David was gay as the day was long. I mean, sure he was married to Aunt Bernice, but Bernice didn't need much from him after the kids were born. David definitely had a colorful way with language, though. That's all." Great Uncle David was gay? Really? There was just so much I didn't seem to know about my own family. This was definitely turning out to be a helluva trip. Linda hiked her skirt up to her waist and revealed in the fading light that she had passed on panties this evening. "Bernice didn't much care for dick in the later days. But she really loved this ass. How 'bout you, kiddo? Gonna stand out here all night or come home with me and let me tell you all about your REAL family? I should warn you, it's gonna involve you spending a little time," Linda gave her butt a sharp, way-too-loud-in-this-open-space, swat. "... a little time giving some attention to Aunt Bernie's favorite niece and her tight little ass." "Well," I said, "what's good enough for Aunt Bernice is good enough for me. I am, after all, family." I think we ran to the car. I know we were breathless by the time we got there. Aunt Linda has proven to be a font of information. Aunt Bernice? Really? And what about Mom? I may just have to extend my vacation. ----------------------- Thanks for the positive responses. Glad that my little story strikes a chord. I think there are a few additional chapters in me if the response remains positive. What a Trip Ch. 08 What has come before: This story finds our 18-year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected. All characters are over 18. "Buckle up Bob, it's probably NOT going to be a bumpy ride, but I'm sure you're going to FEEL like it is," quipped my Aunt Linda as she started the engine on her Toyota and pulled into the campus parking lot. "It's a great ride, Aunt El... if a little unpredictable," I assured her. "Well that's a good thing kiddo. I plan to get you up to speed... well, at least mostly... no need to rush around corners too quickly. But, let's at least make it fun, shall we?" I nodded, pointlessly of course since it was dark and she was driving, before replying, "Sure. Whatever you say." Linda smirked by dashboard light. "That's the spirit. So, let's make it a game. You ask a question. It'll cost you something. I'm thinking a piece of clothing... a favor... that sort of thing. Difficulty of the question dictates the type of cost. You pay the price, and I'll answer your exact question. You fail to pay the price then no answer. If you pay, I have to answer... but only what you asked. Fair enough?" "Sure... I guess," I replied. I wasn't quite sure where she was going with this, but hey... I'd finally get some answers. "Okay, shoot. What's your first question?" Linda grinned and settled herself a bit more comfortably behind the wheel. I noticed that we were on surface roads rather than the highway route. I guessed that it would take a bit longer to get home, but I didn't really know the area. "Sure. How long have you been planning this?" It seemed like a decent place to start. "Shoes. Off and toss them in the backseat." Linda replied a little shortly. I slipped out of my shoes and slipped them between the seats to the rear foot wells. Linda snuck a peek at me and said, "About 2 hours. I thought dinner at Lovey's would be nice since it's near campus." "Linda! You know that I wasn't asking about dinner. This! This whole trip. How long?" "That'll be socks for the short answer. Socks and belt for the longer answer. Beware the dangers of pronouns dear. They're a killer. I've been planning dinner for a couple of hours. This trip and our adventures... well, that's different." I slipped out of my socks and for good measure tossed in the belt. "Okay, El. Long version." "Of?" She asked innocently. "How long have you been planning to have me visit and while visiting fuck my brains out?" "Oh. That plan?" Linda came to a stop at a four-way intersection. Then turned left onto another road which took us through a residential area. The yards had garden decorative lighting and it seemed like a nice neighborhood. "Okay, so how long. Well... I'm not sure I'd have wasted payment on that one, but here you go. Long version. About 10 years. As you've no doubt figured out, our family isn't exactly conventional. Your mom and I have always been close. And, we wanted you to be a part of the family. A real part of the family. That meant that at some point we'd have to let you in on the secret." Cars were few out here, but I got the impression that we were driving away from homes and into a more rural area. "So, we decided to keep an eye on you. We wanted to see what kind of man you turned into. If you turned out to be someone that we wanted to be closer to... well, then, I took on the terrible, onerous, distasteful task of filling you in." I, apparently, come from a family of smartasses. "So, we figured the best way to do that would be to have you alone for a weekend or so after you turned 18 – and presumably could make decisions about what was best for you. I told Kathy that I'd sneak you off somewhere and have my wicked way with you. And, if you weren't half bad, I'd tell you about the family. So, about 10 years. This trip specifically... well, about 3 months. That do it for you, handsome?" "Sure, Aunt El. Okay, so you guys have been involved for a long time?" "That your question, dude?" "Oh, shit... er... no... So, let's see. Okay, got it. What exactly happens on your girls' weekends with my mom?" "Pants." She replied. "Pants? I mean, we're in the car." "I'm aware, Bobby... I'm driving it. Pants." "Hmmm. Well, okay. I guess." I unbuttoned, unzipped, shimmied and stripped my pants down. "Backseat, dude." "Oh fine." I tossed them into the back and turned sideways in my seat to look at Linda in profile. Linda smiled. "I probably should have asked for the boxers, too. You'll want to hear this. Plus, that gap in your boxers is probably going to have a hard time holding that cock of yours. Still, a deal is a deal." She was right, of course, sitting here anticipating what she had to say. Well, I was beginning to react. "Okay, kiddo. So, girls' weekends. Well, we usually head to a vacation destination. There's usually some shopping. Some dining. Some catching up on gossip." "Linda?!" I think my voice betrayed the fact that I wanted her to get to what I knew must be the good stuff. "What? We do all those things. Oh, I guess you mean the other things that happen? Well, that's different." Linda seemed to unconsciously lick her lips. "We usually dance. Your mom loves to dance," Linda confided. "We dress up for those weekends, so we put on the skimpiest clothes that we think we can get away with. You'll be shocked to note that I usually don't include panties in that particular mix. I'll leave you to imagine Kathy's wardrobe." Linda looked away from the road and gave me a quick glance. I was obviously paying attention. I self-consciously glanced down and saw that my cock was more than half erect. "I'm going to guess that you have peeked into Kathy's ... intimates draw?" I blushed and my cock twitched. Linda looked back towards the road. "I thought so," she said. "So, you will probably guess that she wears the silkier, lacier bits on the trips." "Uh huh." I managed to blurt. "Well, if you've peeked, then you've seen that hot little midnight blue wispy thing she bought last year. That's my favorite." "Your favorite?" I asked. "Uh, I thought you said that you ... er... don't wear panties on the weekends." "I don't, dear. I just like those. They're tiny, pretty, and wrap up your mom like a tasty little Christmas present for me." "For. For you? So..." I mumbled. "Of course, baby. You had to have guessed by now. I like her to wear the panties because I like to take them off of her. Your mom and I get together because we like to ... play, I guess. We always have." "Play... as in..." "Yes, goof ball. As in, I like to hike up her skirt, nuzzle her pussy through that lacy panty and then pull them off of her with my teeth before burying my tongue in her soaking wet cunt." Sparing a glance at me, Linda added "She and I play on those trips... just like you and I are playing on this one. Now be a dear and try not to get any of that lovely gooey pre-cum on my upholstery." I jerked upright and realized that my cock was quivering and fully erect poking through the front of my boxers. I had been so focused on Linda and that image of my mother that I had totally forgotten that I was half dressed in a moving vehicle. I quickly tried to put my erection back inside my underwear. I wasn't as successful as I would have liked. "Oh, that's okay dear. Just try not to get too much goo on anything... well, anything but me." Linda teased. "So, I think that answers your question doesn't it." Linda grinned and kept driving. I was beginning to wonder where we were going. It hadn't taken this long to get to the college from Aunt El's house. Even on surface roads we should have been getting closer. "Where are we headed anyway?" "That'll be a shirt, honey." Linda responded. "Wait a sec. I was just... oh, what the hell." I stripped off my shirt and tossed it into the back. I figured that riding around in boxers wasn't all that much different than riding around in a shirt and boxers. "Very good. Okay, so we're getting gas, and then we're stopping by Wilson Lake, then we're going to my house." "Gas?" I said as the car began to decelerate. Linda was slowing down as we approached a well lit gas station of some sort. It was apparently the only station for some way, but despite the 7 islands of gas pumps out front there were no other cars gassing up. I saw a beaten up Ford parked in front of the doors, but that was probably the attendant. Well, fine. I could wait a few minutes while Linda gassed the car. At least that would give me some time to get my erection under control. Besides if I eased down in the seat the attendant wouldn't be able to see a thing. No problem, right? Linda reached into her purse, pulled out a credit card and held it out to me. "Premium, please. Fill 'er up." "What?!" I blurted. "You heard me. Fill 'er up. You don't expect a lady to fill her own gas tank when she's out on a date with a young man do you? Surely your mother raised you better." "Bu... But, Aunt El! Oh, fine." I reached into the back seat for my clothes when Linda popped me in the nose with the credit card she was holding. "Did I say anything about getting dressed, dude?" She smiled widely. "I'm just wearing boxers! I can't... I mean, I couldn't... " "You can and you will. Or you can spend the rest of your little vacation wondering what other little secrets I might have told you... or showed you... And wouldn't that be a shame. I was just starting to really get to know that handsome cock of yours." Fuck. Just... fuck. "Okay. Fine. But if I get arrested you have to bail me out, okay?" "Sure thing, hon. I'll even explain that your medication must have been badly dosed or something." Linda's mirth seemed to increase as my discomfort rose. I guess I should have gotten used to this by now. Still, I'd only discovered this side of her today. What a difference a day makes. I snatched the card out of her hand and hopped out of the car. I hoped there was at least no broken glass around here. Barefoot at the gas station. Well, at least barefoot was explainable. Running around bare ass because your sexy aunt is fucking with you... well, that's more of a challenge. I popped open the tank and ran her card through the automatic reader. Well, thank goodness for technology. At least I didn't have to pay inside at the counter. That would be hard to explain. I could do this. I just had to be quick about it. I punched the button for premium and set the tank to filling as I hunkered down by the car. With the car between me and the station, I could avoid the attendant's eye. Naturally, at that point, Linda opened her door and got out of the car. She shut the door and said, "I'm just going to pop in for a minute. Remember to fill it up there, champ." Fine. Just fine. I heard Linda's footsteps as she walked across the lot to the station door. She was about five steps away when I heard the beep-boop of the car doors being remotely locked. Great. Just great. The gas pump handle ka-thunked as it reached the full mark. I stood up and removed the nozzle from the Toyota, re-capping the tank. As I turned to replace the nozzle and take the receipt I noticed that Linda was chatting with the station attendant. They were going on and on like old friends while I was standing out here in a pair of boxers. Luckily, at this stage any hint of an erection had disappeared. I was not enjoying this. I hopped from foot to foot impatiently. I even tried the door handles on the driver's side of the car hoping against hope that one of them would actually open. Not a chance. Linda seemed to be having a blast. She was laughing and joking apparently. Of course, she was. She glanced my way and I motioned for her to unlock the doors. It seemed reasonable. Maybe, just maybe she wasn't messing with me. Maybe she'd just reflexively locked the doors. All of us do that right? Linda waved back. She was holding an opened Diet Coke. That had been what she'd needed. A Coke and a smile. Great. Finally, she turned from the counter and walked back toward the car. Thank god. As she got closer, she clicked the door fob and unlocked the car. I piled into the driver's side and hunkered down in the passenger seat as I waited for her to cross the lot. Her door opened and in slid my mischievous aunt. She looked at me innocently and said, "What?" "Oh not a thing Auntie Dearest. Not a damned thing." She smiled. "Good." Starting the car, Linda eased forward and then pulled alongside the station. We were parked near the side door rather than the front entrance. "Aunt El. What are we doing?" I asked in a small voice. "Bartering, dear." The side door cracked open and then pushed all the way out. A woman... maybe in her mid-30s... short, round, and wearing a dark golf shirt, dark trousers, and a visor with the station's logo on it stepped out of the door. I saw my window slide down and Aunt Linda called out, "See, I told you. He's a cutie isn't he?" The woman replied, "Yes, ma'am. He's not bad at all. I think he's not very happy about this though." Linda chuckled, "Oh, he will be. He will be. But, we need to get on our way. So I should pay up." "Sure thing, ma'am. I think that'd be nice." The station attendant smiled in a way that was almost predatory. "Bobby dear, give the nice lady your boxers." "My what?" I gasped. "Linda, this is too far. I mean, I'm all for games and fun, but this is too much. Let's just go." "Now, Bobby, I made this lady a fair trade. And you're going to help me fulfill that trade because you're a good person. And because you want to find out more about me. And because if you don't take them off now, you'll have no reason to take them off around me ever again." Linda, affable Linda, was suddenly quiet and serious. She meant it. She wasn't joking. Fine. What the hell? I was probably going to jail anyway. For something. Linda was going to land me in some kind of mess eventually, but my hormones wouldn't let me shut the door on her. I had only had a taste so far. A taste that was irresistible. I stripped out of my boxers and handed them out the window. The lady took them from me and ran a finger down my arm to my elbow. "Well, you are a handsome fella aren't you. Too bad, that pretty thing down there isn't as glad to see me as I am to see it." She eyed my crotch and my now flaccid prick. Linda reached over and grabbed my dick lightly in her right hand. "Oh, it's worth a brief wait. I mean, this isn't really what all the fuss is about, sweetie." Linda's hand teased and slid along my length as my body predictably reacted to the situation. And, honestly, I have to admit that even I was getting a bit of a thrill from this stranger's intense gaze. She was staring firmly at my lengthening erection, as Linda stroked me to full length. I'm afraid I even moaned. A bit. Linda released me and called out, "See, told ya. Totally worth it, wasn't it." The lady replied, "No kidding. You come back any old time you want. The cokes are always on me." I stared first at the station attendant, then at Linda. Linda replied, "You got it. Well, I better get him home before he bursts all over the upholstery." The car slipped into reverse and we backed away from the station. Linda pulled onto the road and I finally mustered up the wherewithal to say, "For a coke?" "What was that dear?" "You stripped me naked in front of a stranger and jacked me to full erection for a coke?" "Oh no honey. I did that because it makes me fucking hot. The coke was just a bonus. My pussy is actually going to be what hurts the upholstery. Reach over here and feel." I complied. I ran my hand along Linda's leg from knee, up the inside of her thigh, to her fully engorged labia and soaking wet pussy. "Wow," I managed. "Yeah, kid. Right there... trace the lips. Tease the clit. Just like that." I was now so hard it hurt. She was so ready and I was quiveringly erect. One or both of us would pop any second now. Linda took a quick left and drove down a darkened gravel road. I had no idea where we were, but I kept my eyes on Linda's lips as they parted and she ran her tongue around them. My fingers were teasing her pussy, and dipping briefly into her juices. The road was a bit bumpy, but we seemed to be reaching our destination as the car slowed. I dipped my fingers fully into Linda's cunt as she brought the car to a stop and parked. I dragged my fingers back along the front wall of her vagina and slowly out over her clit. I slide my hand out from under her skirt and traced the outline of her lips as if applying lipstick to her mouth. I dodged her tongue as it shot out to lick my fingers. I touched the end of her nose, moistening it with her juices, then traced a line over her top lip to the tip of her tongue. "Mmmm, that's nice Bobby." "Well, now where are we El? Because I really need to fuck you soon," I whispered. Linda shut off the engine and opened her door. She slipped out into the night and as my eyes adjusted I saw that she had pulled a blanket from somewhere in the car and was flipping it out over a picnic table. We were apparently at a lake recreation area. I could hear the light sound of waves and the chirps of night insects. The moon was out and there was just enough light to see a short distance. My eyes began to adjust and I saw that Linda was sitting on the top of the table. Her legs were spread and she was motioning with one finger for me to get over there. Well, okay. I could do that. I stepped out of the car and took a few mincing steps over rough ground to the picnic area. It was a concrete slab with a table. Nothing fancy. But enough. Linda hiked up her skirt and scooted down to the edge of the table. She looked into my eyes and said, "Okay, Bobby-boy, fill me up with that cock. Give me your cum. Right here. Right now." Fuck. Who am I to deny a lady? I stood at the edge of the table, pulled Linda's ass right to the edge, and sank all the way into her in one thrust, feeling her thighs wrap around me and hearing her moan echo across the open water. Well, yeah. Maybe we'd get arrested. Maybe I'd go to jail. But I was definitely going to take this woman for everything, every experience, every word, that she could give me. And until I did that, I was going to keep fucking her. Hard, soft, quickly and slowly. In public or in private. I would fuck her anywhere and any way that she wanted. Because, really, we should all treat our family well, right? Well, I think so. Right here under the moonlight with the writhing, moaning, bombshell that is my Aunt Linda. An hour later, we were both quite naked, sweaty, and exhausted. Linda had demanded my full attention. After our all day exertions, even my teenage body was reaching its limit. We lay there on that table naked under the stars and I knew that this was a turning point in my life. So much seemed possible. So much joy, so much challenge, and so much explaining to do. Right now, though, I just wanted to wrap my arms around this gorgeous woman and let the world pass by. Linda nuzzled my chest hair and nibbled gently on my nipple. She said, "Watcha thinkin' Bobby-sox?" "Linda, I stopped being able to think when you climbed out of your pool topless. From there on, I've been trusting in a higher power." "Your dick?" "Okay, so not a higher power... but mostly I've been trusting you. I think you love me and that you wouldn't hurt me. Also, that you're so fucking hot I can't imagine ever saying no to you." Linda ran a hand up my chest to my chin. Holding the chin and directing my gaze to meet hers she said, "Bobby I think we're going to have a lovely time. A lovely relationship. But, I don't have any illusions about it. We'll always have the memories of this trip. We'll, I hope, always be able to get together and enjoy each other when the mood strikes. And, I'm pretty sure you're going to spend a lot of your college weekends with your old auntie." She chuckled.