I hated being treated like a kid. I was 18 at the time and my mom was going on a week long vacation without me. I was to be left in the care of my "Aunt Etta" ... actually one of my mom's friends from work. She had been around so long that I and my sister had started calling her auntie. It was spring break and I was out of school for a week. I had tried to convince my mom that I was old enough to stay home for the week, but she wasn't having it and this meant I would have to put up with ... Tina.
Etta's daughter, an only child thank god. Tina was just a miserable person to be around. We'd met at the tender age of nine and I took an immediate disliking to her. My cousins and I were playing with a Fisher Price bowling set and the little Grinch stomped into the room and kicked over all the plastic pins. Tina hadn't stopped there and so had started an annual tradition of her showing up when she was least expected and twisting my arm behind my back.
Tina had become a sixth degree black belt in the years since we had first met and delighted in showing off her martial arts prowess. Once while eavesdropping outside my mom's room, I had heard a hysterical Etta relate how Tina had broken the arm of a boyfriend after a particularly bad breakup.
... Yeah, I didn't want to spend a week with that bitch.
My skin began to crawl and shivers ran up my spine as my mom pulled the car into Aunt Etta's driveway. Etta worked for DWP and her utilitarian wages afforded her a nice craftsman style two-story home. I had been told that Tina occupied the attic portion of the house.
"Don't give me that look boy, it's only a week. I'm sure you'll make it." My mom forced a smile knowing that I didn't want to go into that house.
"I could be dead in a week."
"Stop being so damn dramatic and get your narrow ass in that house."
I was crestfallen as I watched my mom's Monte Carlo hit the streets for the airport. I picked up my backpack and trudged up the stairs and knocked on Etta's door. Etta answered the door with her large, chunky frame wrapped in a house coat that was barely covering her underwear. I was visually privy to her humongous knockers and the inflated stretch mark covered thighs.
"Come on in boy!!" She half laughed and I was bear hugged as I entered her living room.
Everything in the living room was covered in plastic and everything that wasn't seemed like it was stuck in the early seventies as far as style.
Etta was getting ready to go out on the town for a night of "fine wine and dance" as she put it. She told me that there was more than enough food in the fridge, I could pick any bed I wanted and most importantly ... Tina was away with her father for a couple of days.
She laughed revealing three golden teeth behind her fat, lips as I unintentionally sighed at the good news that Tina wasn't going to be around.
"Lordy boy!! I would a' thought you and my Tina would have buried the hatchet by now."
I would have liked to burry that fucking hatchet right between her daughter's bloodshot eyes."
Etta had slipped into her bedroom which was near the living room and she left the door open as she finished dressing. As I said before, Etta was a big chunky woman. Her skin almost indigo dark and her figure were powerful. She noticeably had what I considered the biggest thighs and ass I had ever seen (I hadn't seen much of any thighs and ass ... I was a virgin.). I focused on the wide flaring ass encased in the dark flowered granny panties and the way her cheeks overpowered the material sucking the fabric deep into the crack of her ass.
I had a boner ... A rager at that. I was instantly embarrassed by my teenage tumescence and tried to sit on a nearby couch. Etta hadn't noticed and she was busy rubbing what looked like lotion all over her thighs and juicy ass. She was kneading the lotion into her butt with great care and attention to detail.
I was hard for me to sit on the couch as my cock was hard as a metal spike and pushed against my suddenly restricting underwear and my jeans. Etta began to rub some of the lotion on her large hanging breasts. She finally noticed me and laughed closing her door.
I didn't know what to make of that. It looked like I was having what me and my friends termed "A Private Lessons" moment.
Note: "Private Lesson was this silly, low budget movie that was about this little rich white boy getting laid with his hot maid. It was a movie about female on male pedophilia and it was widely released in theatres during the eighties.
I made my way to the bathroom and pulled out my prick. It shot straight out as I released the zipper. It was so hard it hurt. I thought about masturbating, but that was for losers and fags (Hey it was 1986 at the time and that was my one of my beliefs.). I didn't know what to do so I just sat on the edge of the tub starring at my dork, precum and all until it just subsided by itself.
"Hey, you okay in there?!!" Etta was suddenly banging on the door.
"Uhm, yeah ... Just uh, doing number two!!" I lied figgering that the thought of me taking a shit would drive her away from the door.
"Alright baby, Make sure you use that glade!! I'm gone; you have fun ... Watch a movie or something."
A few moments later, I heard the front door slam.
Etta was gone and I was free to leave the bathroom. In the next five minutes I found myself wandering around the living room starring at some of the family portraits of Etta and Tina.
Even Tina's photos were angry looking.
The only trait Tina shared with her mother was the eclipse dark skin that almost caught the light like she was made of marble. Tina had a narrow face and strange overbite. She was nearsighted and had for years worn a pair of horn rimmed, zebra stripped glasses. She had long stringy shoulder length hair that she always wore in two overly long ponytails. She had a wiry body devoid of any type of breasts (She appeared to be a negative A-cup.) and definitely no hips whatsoever.
I laughed to myself that the man upstairs had been so cruel that he hadn't even blessed her with her mother's prodigious, meaty back porch.
Tina was butt ugly.
I finally found my way to the large floor model television and switched on the set. Etta had cable, but there was nothing on ... I started my night out with Rambo and ended it with some dumb comedy called Night Patrol. The latter movie had a couple of nude scenes, most notably with Linda Blair, the exorcist girl. She had hit young adulthood and boy was she "thick"... Big ass and Tits.
Now that was a woman!!
I had found a tin of cookies in Etta's well stocked kitchen and availed myself of a tall glass of milk. I eventually passed out on the couch.
I was awakened by another raging boner and found myself in the suddenly darkened living room. The television had been switched off and a blanket had been draped across my body.
I had to take a piss and kicked the wool blanket off of my legs and raced to the bathroom before I pissed myself. Damn, it felt good to relieve myself. Guess I was backed up from that glass of milk.
On the way back to the living room couch, I noticed that Etta's bedroom door was open.
I peeked inside the room.
The bedroom was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp that had a red bulb inserted in it. There a large bottle of J&B lying on its side, what little was left of the liquor inside was pouring onto the floor. On the other side of Etta's large bed, was a series of large plastic containers that I guess she used like a dresser. An ancient stereo sat on top of it cranking out some local tunes... Sounded like "Ready for the World" or some shit like that... Yeah, it was some song called "Tonight".
I hated that song; I used to toss things at my sister when she sang it incessantly.
But tonight, I didn't mind it too much.
Besides it was mixed with Etta's loud snoring. She was apparently passed out face down on the bed. She had the large quilted comforter over her head and torso in a messy display.
From the waist down, her uncovered ass and legs sat in plain view. She had changed from her earlier industrial strength dark panties and had swapped them out for a pair of lime green undies. These two were pulled deep into her mountainous backside.
My fleshy spike of an erection returned in short order and I shuffled off to my lonely couch.
I would return to the doorway a least two more times before venturing inside to take a closer look. Her bedroom had a hardwood floor and creaked loudly as I approached the bed. I tried to measure my steps and control my weight distribution as much as possible.
I stood there for god-knows-how long starring down at Etta's wide butt, my penis beating like a heart against my zipper almost demandingly in what seemed like a never ending expansion.
I began to fidget uncontrollably, trembling moving all of my fingers at once and struggling with mounting desire.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked myself in the privacy of my mind.
"Get your ass back on that couch and go the fuck to sleep!" I yelled at myself mentally.
My body was in full revolt and I struggled with my inner demon who was demanding action.
"When are you gonna see something like this again?" The Id asked.
"Man, you stupid as fuck if you don't at least touch that big ole' booty!!" My Id challenged, laughing unmercifully at me. That laughing voice reverberated through my head in a loud echo and I found myself becoming angry with my subconscious.
Etta appeared to be blissfully unconscious in the loving arms of liquor high, sleeping it off as it were. I reached down and righted the bottle on her bedside table. The room was permeated with the smell of cheap liquor. I was pretty sure Etta was down for the count.
I nervously took my left index finger and poked Etta's left butt cheek. My finger sunk into the soft, fleshy buttock. It was hot and sweaty to the touch and the tip of my finger slid off the cheek.
My cock jumped about in my pants like a thing possessed...like it was on fire.
"Now, now that wasn't so bad was it?" My Id's voice had returned to egg me on to further action.
But I was committed at this point and the rest of my hand, fingers outstretched has found its way onto Etta's juicy left ass cheek.
