Tommy was just as surprised as his aunt and, like her, he didn't know what to say or do. He tried to think of something, but couldn't. As he stared at her wide-eyed, his naked aunt turned and ran from the room. After she disappeared, the young man stood there shaking, wondering what would happen next.
Shaking, Karen entered her bedroom, went to the closet, and put on a robe. She tried to get her racing thoughts under control. Somehow she had to convince her nephew to not tell anyone what he'd seen. "Tommy, would you...would you come here, please?" she called. She decided she would do whatever it took to get him to understand why she had done what she'd done, and not to tell anyone about it. If word about her and Ben got out...My God!...she'd be humiliated and would be an outcast in town. Her life would be ruined.
His legs unsteady, Tommy headed for his aunt's room. He had no idea what she was going to say or do. Would she make him leave? God, if he had to go to Alaska anyhow... When he walked into Aunt Karen's bedroom he saw her wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe, sitting on her bed. She looked scared, maybe as scared as Tommy felt.
Karen looked up at him. "Come here, Tommy," she said softly and patted the bed next to her. She watched the young man walk across the room. "Actually," she thought, "he's not a kid any more, is he?" She'd always thought about him as her sister's little boy. He was anything but a little boy. He was a nice-looking young man. She was surprised she hadn't noticed that before.
Hesitantly, Tommy walked over and sat down on the bed next to his aunt.
"Tommy, how...how long have you been here?" Karen asked.
"Ah...a...a while," the young man replied.
"I thought you told me you were going to North Hampden," she said.
Tommy shrugged. "Ah...I-I decided not to," he stammered.
"What did you see and hear, Tommy?" Karen asked softly. She hugged herself, not wanting to know how much of her terrible behavior he'd seen, yet having to, in spite of herself.
Tommy looked at his aunt, stricken. How could he tell her he'd seen her give the minister a blow-job and fuck him?
Karen's eyes searched her nephew's face and what she saw in the young man's eyes caused her to redden. "You...you saw everything, didn't you, Tommy?" she murmured.
Tommy nodded.
"Tommy, you have to understand, it isn't the way it looks," she began, her voice betraying her desperation. "Your Uncle Dave and I, well, our marriage isn't what it should be. It...it hasn't been for...for a long time. I mean, he's on the road a lot, and when he's home we don't get along the way we used to..."
"You don't have to...to explain, Aunt Karen," Tommy said. "I don't...it's none of my business."
His aunt put a hand on his arm. "I want you to understand. I-I don't want you to think badly of me..." she said. She swallowed hard and tears began rolling down her cheeks. "My God! What kind of woman have I become?" Heavy sobs shook her. Her life was ruined. Her nephew had seen her having sex with the minister! She didn't think she could sink any lower.
Tommy wasn't sure what to do while his aunt sat next to him, sobbing. Moved by her pain, he slid closer and put his arms around her. With a soft moan, she pressed her face against his chest. As she cried, he could feel her tears soaking his T-shirt. The distraught woman continued to cry while her nephew held her, stroking her back gently through the fluffy robe.
His aunt's nearness, and the knowledge that she wore nothing under the robe, was causing the young man considerable discomfort. His body responded to contact with hers in a very un-nephew-like way. His cock swelled and grew, straining against his snug jeans.
Finally Karen's sobs stopped and she leaned back. She took her nephew's face in both her hands and planted a kiss on his lips. "You're quite a young man, Tommy," she said softly. "I-I hope all this doesn't...doesn't affect the way you feel about me."
"I love you, Aunt Karen," Tommy said. He shifted a little to ease the discomfort his hard-on was giving him. "This...it doesn't change that." That wasn't exactly true. He'd never really thought about her as a possible sex partner before and he sure was thinking about her that way now. Soft hands cupped his face again and once more his aunt's warm lips covered his. The first time she kissed him, Tommy felt a pleasurable jolt. This time it was as if he'd been zapped with an electric cattle prod. Only it felt wonderful! The kiss lasted longer than it should have and both of them were breathless when it ended.
"Oh, God!" Karen exclaimed. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing again. "I'm sick! I shouldn't be having feelings like this about my nephew!" she thought. Powerful needs, not quite assuaged earlier, had begun to assert themselves as the young man held her. She felt what little control she had fleeing. She shouldn't let this happen, couldn't let this happen, but...
Tommy, unaware that his aunt was having lustful thoughts about him, gathered her into his arms again. He didn't care if he had blue balls for the rest of his life. He had to make her feel better! He rubbed her back as she again cried against him.
Karen finally cried herself out and, after she did, she moved to push herself out of his arms. When she did, her hand fell - quite by accident - on the young man's erection. When she felt the rigid organ against her hand, a shudder went through her and flames of passion leapt alive in her. Whatever resolve she might have had disappeared. She wanted him! Desperately! No matter what the consequences! If she couldn't have Ben, then...
Tommy was watching his aunt and saw a look come into her eyes that hadn't been there before. She looked kind of wild, like she was out of control. He quivered. Was she...would they...? It wasn't possible...was it?
