My Favorite Aunt

My name’s Ryan. I’ve thought about telling my story for quite some time now. I know most guys love to brag about their conquests. Especially when it involves an older woman. My reluctance to this point has been for two reasons. First, it involves my aunt, my mom’s sister. I know how some would react to such an incestuous relationship. All the words of judgment and condemnation. I assure you. You can’t call it anything I haven’t called it myself at times; disgusting, perverted, immoral, vile, dirty, blah, blah, blah. Yeah, I’ve thought them all. But when that ladies mouth is wrapped around my cock, or she’s obediently kneeling in front of me ready to service my every lascivious desire, all those thoughts quickly vanish.

The second reason I’ve been reluctant to talk about it is I don’t want to jeopardize what my aunt and I have. I’ve got a great thing going here, and I don’t want to do anything to ruin it. But after talking with her about it, I’ve decided to tell our story. She thinks it would be a real turn-on to know other young guys are out there reading her story.

Let me give some background first. I’m a senior in college at a Midwest school. At the end of my junior year I started looking for a summer job back home. Mom told me on one of our phone conversations to be expecting a call from my Aunt Jean. She and my mom had been talking. My uncle Bob had suddenly passed away a few months before and Aunt Jean was having difficulty keeping the house maintained. So she called and offered me a job for the summer at my mom’s prodding. I have to admit, my libido went into overdrive as I thought about being around my aunt for the entire summer.

Aunt Jean is my mom’s younger sister. Her and Uncle Bob never had kids. So at the age of forty Aunt Jean still had a nice body. She had a few extra pounds on her. But that was offset by the enormity of her chest. But big tits were a family trait. My mom had big tits, as did her mom. I lost count of how many times the women in my family caught me staring at their chests when I was younger. Usually they just smiled about it, and pushed those sweet jugs out further for my lustful stare. I would later discover not only how big Aunt Jean’s tits were, but also my mom’s and grandmother’s.

Jean also has long black hair. She usually kept it pulled back in a ponytail. But when I saw her at my Uncle Bob’s funeral, it was hanging down around her face and over her shoulders. Wow!

The day I drove to my aunt’s house straight from school was a day I’ll never forget. My stomach was churning the whole trip. I pulled in the driveway and sat in the entrance to their property for several minutes as I took in the view of the house that lay several hundred yards ahead of me. She did have a huge piece of property to maintain, not to mention the two story house.

Jean stepped out on the front porch as I pulled to a stop in front of the house. Her smile was almost enough to make me shoot a load in my pants. She stood on the bottom step wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse that clung to her body, accentuating her assets. Did she know what she was doing to me? She held out her arms as she stood at the bottom of the steps and I climbed out of my car.

She wrapped those loving arms around me when I stepped in front of her. “It is so good to see you Ry.” She squeezed my body into hers. I could feel those magnificent breasts being crushed against my body. “How was your drive?”

I pulled away from her to look at her. My eyes naturally dropped to her chest. “It was good. Boring. Nothing worth talking about.”

“Good.” Jean said smiling up at me. Then she touched the side of my face and caressed it tenderly. “I can’t tell you how good it is to see a familiar face. I’m so looking forward to our summer together.”

Without thinking I pulled her into my body a little tighter as I smiled at her. “Me too.” We held each other for a few seconds, staring at each other. “Let me unpack my stuff. Just point me to my room.”

I followed her into the house carrying my suitcase and backpack. I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying hips as she walked ahead of me and then climbed the stairs to the second floor. I kept kicking myself with every lustful thought. I wasn’t doing myself any good by thinking these thoughts with my summer just starting with Aunt Jean.

Aunt Jean opened the door to my bedroom and led me inside. It was basically a master suite with a huge TV on the wall and its own bathroom “This is your room. You’ve got your own bathroom,” she told me as she pointed to a door on the other side of the room. “Are you hungry?”

I threw my bags on the bed. “Now that you mention it, I guess I am. I just realized I haven’t eaten since breakfast. And that was just sausage biscuit from McDonald’s.”

“Good. Get unpacked. I was thinking about hamburgers for dinner. That sound good?”

“That sounds great.”

“How are you at working a grill? Your uncle was always the one who worked the grill. I’ve always loved the flavor of a grilled burger over a pan fried one.”

I smiled at my aunt. “I can hold my own with a grill. And I agree. Grilled is always better.”

Jean smiled back at me for a few seconds as we stood there in silence. “Good.” She turned to leave then looked at me. “You unpack while I start getting dinner ready. When you’re ready come down and start the grill. If there’s anything you need, let me know.” She paused. “Anything at all.”

I watched her leave the room and walk back down the hallway. My heart was pounding so hard. I didn’t realize I was shaking till I started to unpack my suitcase. I held my hand out in front of me and watched it shake. “Screw this!” I chastised myself. “Get control asshole.” I had always prided myself with maintaining a level of control over my emotions and reactions. This response was taking me off guard. I used the bathroom to take a piss, then decided to just head downstairs and get the grill started. I didn’t realize how hungry I was till Aunt Jean had asked me.

“Point me to the grill.” I said as I walked into the kitchen. “You just mentioning hamburgers reminded me how hungry I am.” I said smiling.

Aunt Jean pointed at the back door. “Grills on the back porch. How many hamburgers do you want? Two or three?”

I patted my stomach as I responded. “Two. I’m trying to watch my figure.” I said teasingly. I walked towards the back door. Feeling my aunt’s eyes following me.

“I think your figure is just fine. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

I looked over my shoulder at her as I opened the door. I decided two could play at this game. I let my eyes roam up and down her body. “Yours is looking really good too.” Before she could respond I stepped out onto the porch.

Ten minutes later, as I was still brushing the grill down, Aunt Jean came out with a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. She handed the bottle to me. “Your mother told me this was your favorite. I bought a case of it. So you’ll always have something to drink.”

I took it from her and took a long drink. “Damn that’s good. Thank you.”

“Thank you for helping me out this summer. I know you were looking for a job. I’ll pay you well for this summer.”

I held up my hand. “Stop! Yeah, I was looking for a job this summer. But you’re family. Pay me what you can. I’m not worried about it.”

“Your uncle left me very well off. I can afford to pay you for this summer. But thank you for the kind offer. You know, your uncle was really fond of you. I think he liked you the most of all his nephews and nieces.”

I smiled as I remembered some of my interactions with him. “I really liked Uncle Bob. He was always kind to me. And always had an encouraging word.” For the next two hours we reminisced about him. Through dinner prep, and then through dinner.

After Aunt Jean’s second glass of wine she began to loosen up and tell me more about their relationship. The more she talked, the more I understood how deep their relationship was. “He was my foundation. He gave me the control and direction I needed.” She stared into her glass as she remembered what Uncle Bob had meant to her. “The more he took control, the more I realized how much I needed that.” She looked up at me with tears welling up in her eyes. “What am I going to do now? I feel so lost. So empty. So alone.”

The more Aunt Jean talked, the more I felt protective of her. I now understood what mom had meant when she told me that Aunt Jean was in a vulnerable place. I could sense her vulnerability as she bared her soul to me. I leaned across the table and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. “You’re not alone.” I paused. “I know I can’t fill Uncle Bob’s shoes. I won’t even pretend to try. But I am going to take care of you as best I can.”

Jean smiled as she reached across the table and caressed his face again. “Your mother told me you were wise beyond your years. She was right.”

I just chuckled. “Mom’s are suppose to say things like that.” I hesitated asking the question that was screaming in my head as Aunt Jean told me of her relationship with Uncle Bob. But then I thought, ‘fuck it! I’m not going to ignore this damn elephant in the room.’

“Can I ask a personal question?” I asked.

Jean composed herself. “Of course Ry.”

“You and Uncle Bob were more than just husband and wife, weren’t you? He was your Dom and you were his sub.”

Aunt Jean’s eyes widened like a deer mesmerized by headlights. “Yes! But how do you know about that?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not a virgin, you know. I had a girl friend a couple semesters ago who expressed all the needs you just confessed to. I began reading up on the lifestyle so I could better understand her and her needs.”

“What happened?” Jean asked wondering just how much her nephew understood of her needs.

“We were good together for a few months. Then it became apparent that she had some real daddy issues. She ended up hooking up with a guy twice my age.”

Aunt Jean grabbed my hand as she responded. “I’m sorry Ry. I know that had to hurt.”