All persons entirely ficticious.
Pete had developed a strong infatuation on his mate Mick's mum. He'd known her from being in junior school with Mick, when they had became firm friends, and spent most of their childhood at each other's houses.
She was kind to him, and great fun. She was like a favourite auntie to him as a kid, and he became like a step son to her. She was pretty too and always dressed nice, unlike his mum. She smelled so, well so fresh, alluring. It's a crap description he knew, but it's all he had as a kid.
As his hormones kicked in, and girls came on the scene, often double dating with Mick, she would tease them and embarrass them by giving them "the talk". Making sure they knew the facts and not the myths to keep them, and any young ladies, out of trouble. Something she was well versed in having become pregnant with Mick at 18.
He couldn't be sure now, but if he was pushed Pete would say it was these 'birds and the bees' chats that perhaps developed his fondness for her in to a harmless innocent crush.
Katy was married to Mick's dad Tony as they grew up, and Pete and Mick had often heard them argue and Tony get angry about her being chatted up by other guys at the pub when they went out for a drink. Tony was obsessed that Katy was cheating on him, even though she wasn't. Or at least the lads didn't think she was, and she always claimed innocence, but it was clear she had many male admirers.
In the end it became too much for Katy and she divorced Tony anyway when the lads were around 17 or so. She grew fed up of the constant accusations and fighting. Pete discovered he was pleased about this, as he really didn't like Tony shouting at Katy. And neither did Mick.
There were a few boyfriends or dates thereafter, but none of them really lasted. She didn't seem interested in a long term thing, perhaps wary of what she put up with from Tony and not wanting a repeat. Or perhaps she preferred to enjoy the single life and play the field, using men for sex alone.
It was when the lads turned 19 that Pete's feelings toward 'aunty' Katy took on a more sexual nature. When he began to really notice just how hot and sexy she was and when his fantasies took a darker turn; to her naked form riding his big cock, as he knocked one out.
Pete had gone to University, whereas Mick decided he'd had enough of the education system and found himself a job as an apprentice engineer local to home.
Pete only saw them during term breaks, and looked forward to catching up with them hugely, but more and more he realised that this was because of seeing Katy, rather than his best mate. She was constantly in his thoughts, but mostly in an explicit fashion, rather than a platonic one.
When he walked in to their home during one such visit, he savoured her hug and affectionate peck on the cheek, drinking in her aroma; his finger tips and chest alive at the contact on her slim body. His fingers holding her hips, her breasts brushing his pecks. His cock tenting his jeans.
He held on a little too long, reluctant to release her, wanting to caress her further.
"Hey, whats with the big hug?"
"Oh, erm sorry it's just been a while since I saw you last, I missed you aunt K, needed a bear hug."
"Ok...well fair enough. I missed you too". She smiled at him with those pouting, full lips and he almost leaned in to kiss them, as enticing as they were. Almost.
"Oh erm, where's Mick?"
"Oh, he's still working, won't be back for a couple of hours yet."
"Oh, right. Sorry, thought he'd be home by now."
"What are you apologising for, you know you are welcome here whenever you like. Which reminds me, have you been home yet? Are you staying at your mum and dad's?"
"No...and well, hopefully not."
"OK, so why not, whats up?"
"I will visit, but to be honest the atmosphere there is toxic, I think mum and dad will end up like you and Tony pretty soon, and every time I visit or stay, I get dragged in to one of their rows, each of them trying to get me on their side. I just don't want to be there. So, I was hoping to stay with you, erm with Mick, if that's OK, I'm only back for a week, 5 nights."
She put her hand on his cheek in a show of affection, stroking her thumb up and down his cheek, her eyes doleful and full of concern. "Oh love, of course you can stay, like I said, anytime." It seemed like a bolt of electricity surged through her fingers down to his core, at her delicate touch.
"Thanks aunt K."
"I think we can drop the aunt bit now don't you? You're a bit old for that, Katy will do."
"OK, but I like aunt K, its makes you more cool." While in his head he was thinking it makes you more alluring, more domineering, more sexy, more attractive. More taboo.
She giggled. "Silly boy."
"Mind if I take a shower while I wait, it was a bit of a trek to get here?"
"Knock yourself out" she replied. And Pete thought that was a great idea, and one he would definitely be taking up.
The house was a large one with three ensuite bathrooms as well as a master bathroom, so Pete had his choice of shower. Katy assumed he would use the ensuite in Mick's room, as he normally would when Mick was home.
Despite being best mates for so long however, Pete felt a bit weird using the shower in Mick's room whilst he wasn't around. It kind of felt like an invasion of privacy. So instead he decided to use the more spacious main bathroom, well wet room really, with open shower.
He stripped, turned on the water, and stepped in to its warmth, letting it sooth his tired, sweaty body. He soon reached for the sizeable slab of meat dangling between his thighs, and began stroking it slowly. His eyes closed and he began to fantasise that Katy was in the shower with him, sucking his cock, then that he was fucking her from behind against the wall, her leg raised on a ledge-come-seat.
He began to talk as his visions grew more vivid, more wild and erotic. "Do you like my big cock aunty K? Mmm...do you like how it feels in your pussy? Yes aunty K ride my cock...I wanna fuck you so hard...I wanna claim your cunt with my seed...would you like that aunty K, do you want my seed in you?"
Katy realised that Pete would probably want clean towels, rather than use Mick's used ones. So had gone to her son's room, knocked, and got no answer.
Confused she listened intently, only to realise that the sound of flowing water was coming from somewhere else. The main bathroom.
She wandered off to the other side of the house and was just about to knock on the door to tell Pete she would leave clean towels outside for him when she heard talking.
Was he singing in the shower? On the phone to someone? Or just talking to himself...there was no-one else in there with him she knew.
She put her ear to the door, and quickly withdrew as she heard what Pete had said. "Yes aunty K, suck my cock, take my big fucking cock in that sexy mouth of yours."
She was stunned. Shocked at what he had said. Shocked that he thought such things about her. All of a sudden she did not feel comfortable with him being in her home, of being alone with him. The boy she knew had become a man, and not only that, he had become a man with an obvious fixation on her.
She could hear him talking still, and god knows why, felt compelled to listen again.
"Oh my god aunty K, I'm gonna cum soon....ooooooh.....where do you want it aunty K, pussy, mouth or assssssss..." the last word was drawn out as he exploded. His load jettisoned on to the shower floor, and swept down the drain.
She felt weak. Her mind in turmoil. What should she do? Should she say something? Should she tell him that she had heard the things he'd said? Should she ask him to leave? If she did, what would she say to Mick? He'd be curious as to why Pete wasn't there when he got home. Not so much that he wasn't staying with them, as he had stayed at home before the rows between his parents had gotten worse, but more why she didn't want him around, why things seemed awkward between them, as they surely would be. She wasn't sure she could act indifferent to it, ignore it, and pass it off as a young mans crush. Should she just be flattered by it? Put it down to nothing and move on? Treat it as just one of those things?
Perhaps, she wondered, the big hug he gave her on arrival was a little more than him missing her. She recalled his fingers gripping her hips, and his chest pressing in to her breasts, and shuddered.
She heard the water turn off, and knew she'd have to make a decision quickly as he'd need the towels.
She let him fumble around briefly, finding only a hand towel near the sink and then she took a breath and knocked. Decision made. For now she'd try to act as if nothing happened, as to confront him would only cause a world of pain for all, especially Mick.
"Hello." Came the reply.
"It's me Pete. I realised you would need towels. I will leave them at the door for you ok?"
"Erm, yeah OK...aunt, I mean Katy. Thanks."
In the back of his mind he wondered if she had heard anything, she seemed to be outside the door almost as he was getting out of the shower. A part of him was mortified, but a larger part of him found the possibility that she had heard some of what he had said exciting. She would know now that he thought about her that way. And perhaps it might be a catalyst for it becoming a reality. His cock twitched at the prospect.
She was in the kitchen when he came down stairs. Busying herself making food for them all for when Mick returned.
Her heart was pounding, and she had to fight hard to seem normal, to stop her hands from shaking.
"All better now?" She said, inwardly cringing at her words, each sentence she spoke now construed to have an alternative meaning.
"Yeah much better thanks."
"You want something to drink? There's plenty choice in the fridge, help yourself. Why don't you go and watch TV while I do this?"
"Sure...why not. You sure you don't want a hand?"
