About five summers ago I was working as a lifeguard at the 'Y' after graduation. While walking home one Friday evening I noticed an unknown car parked in front of my parents' house. This wasn't really all that unusual since my mother made leather goods for mad money and sometimes buyers would come and purchase her entire stock.
I walked in and announced myself but I there was no answer. I knew my Dad wasn't home yet because his car wasn't there. I figured Mom had to be out back with whoever it was. I walked through the house and out to the back porch.
"Hey! Jack, look who came to visit!" Mom said, as she pointed to a woman sitting in a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses, and drinking a beer.
It took me a moment to figure out who it was, and then it hit me. "Aunt May!"
My mother (Virginia) was the oldest child in her family. She had six brothers and sisters and May was the youngest of the bunch. There was a large gap in ages between Mom and her next closest sibling, something around 15 years. I was Mom's only kid and she gave birth to me when she was quite young. As a result, May was only three years older than me. I hadn't seen her since I was 15, three years ago.
My mother was still a good-looking woman for being in her mid 40's. She and my aunts and uncles resembled my Grandmother. All except for May, that is. She resembled my Grandfather. Her face reminded me of Melissa Joan Hart. Sadly, both Nana and Grand Pop had been dead for three years at that point and I missed them both very much.
"Jack, I told you I'd rather that you didn't call me that," she said, while taking off her sunglasses. "It makes me feel old," she said and pouted at me.
"Sorry."
She did have a point. We played together as kids just as if we were cousins rather than aunt and nephew. Calling her 'Aunt' came from my Mother who insisted on the formality.
"Go get yourself changed, Jack. Your father will be home soon and he's bringing steaks. You've got grill duty, so get your stuff together," Mom said, as she jerked her thumb at me to get going.
As I walked away, I heard May say, "You got yourself a hunk for a son there, Ginny. Jack was kind of scrawny the last time I saw him. He looks just like Daryl and you know how I always had a crush on your hubby."
"Yeah, he's all grown up now. I'm so thankful he turned out to be a good kid." She fell silent and looked up a moment. Then she changed the subject "So did you find out how long you're going to need to stay with us?"
"Probably 7 to 10 days. The new apartment just isn't going to be ready before then. I didn't count on the lease on my old place running out before the new one was ready. All my stuff is in storage except the suitcases. Are you sure you want me to stay here? I can get a room at Motel 6."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," said Mom. "Look, you and Jack always got along real well. Try to find out what the deal is with him and girls."
"What do you mean?" asked May, suddenly concerned.
"As in there aren't any. He never goes out with them and the only girls that call here are wrong numbers."
"I'll see what I can do. Besides," said May, "I've got a favor to repay him."
"And what would that be?" Mom asked.
"It's between the two of us," said May. "You wouldn't understand anyway."
"Well you might owe him a second favor when you to get eat one of the steaks he makes. He is a natural with the grill" said Mom.
"Then I'll just have to repay both."
That jogged my memory.
* * *
When May and I were both little, my mother used to baby-sit us both to give Nana a break.
From the time I was about 11, my parents started using May to baby-sit me. She was cute right from the beginning. She had long dark blonde hair, tall for her age and hazel eyes. She also matured rather young as well. You would have sworn she was 16 looking at her. One time when I was about 13, I had gone to bed and May had gone to get a shower. (She usually just stayed over if she baby-sat. After all, she was family and lived in the same school district as us. All May had to do was catch the bus.) The dog had started to bark like crazy downstairs, so I decided to go let him out. As I went down the hall, the bathroom door opened, and May bumped right into me. The towel she had on fell off, and there she stood in all her glory. We almost banged heads trying to pick up the towel. We both said "Sorry", and continued on in the direction we were headed. By the time I was letting the dog out, the reality of what had happened started to sink in. I had never seen a naked girl before. It wasn't even a good look either because we were both so startled when it happened, but it was a look nonetheless.
The next day I apologized to her again. She looked at me a moment and then just shrugged her shoulders. "It's no big deal, Jack. There're so many people in Nana's house that sooner or later you bump into somebody naked. It happens all the time."
'Not in my house,' I thought. To me it was a very big deal. Unfortunately, history did not repeat itself. That lone incident fueled many wanking sessions.
By the time I turned 15, I was watching myself when my parents went out. On one such summer evening, my parents came back after 10 minutes because my Mom had forgotten something. She found me out back by the pool smoking grass.
I received a big time grounding. No TV, video games, radio or phone till school started back up.
The worst thing was I couldn't go swimming in our pool. In other words, I was basically a prisoner for the summer.
A couple weeks after the incident, my parents wanted to go out but they didn't trust me, so they called in 18 year old May. I was looking forward to seeing her, but May said she would only do it if her boyfriend Terry could be there. My parents agreed, much to my disappointment. By then, May had matured into a great looking woman. She didn't seem so tall anymore but her body had filled out nicely.
The evening progressed. I stayed in my room reading until about 11:00 and decided to raid the refrigerator. I could hear the TV playing as I walked down the stairs. I peeked around the stair wall but I didn't see them and they weren't in the kitchen either. I started to think that they might have gotten bold and were in my parent's room but they weren't there either. That left only one place left to look, out back.
The short hall that led to the back porch was dark. Rather than bursting my way on to the porch I decided to quietly peak first. I didn't want to embarrass them if they were doing more than discussing politics.
There was Aunt May giving Terry a blowjob. Their clothes lay scattered on the floor around them. I wanted to go right back into the house, not wanting to startle them, but they seemed totally oblivious of my presence. So I watched.
Terry had his eyes closed and was obviously enjoying himself. The only noise I heard came from my Aunt as she sucked and slurped at his cock. I pried my eyes away from the action long enough to check out the kneeling body that had been the fuel of my fantasies for the last three years.
Her skin was pale, a cute tight ass and D sized tits with rose-colored erect nipples that swayed in time to her sucking.
Terry started to gasp. May pulled his cock out of her mouth just in time to receive five quick blasts of spunk. Her face was covered with cum. She started feeling around the floor for a towel, unable to see because her eyes were spunked shut. I decided it was time for a stealthy retreat.
I had new wanking fuel.
A couple weeks later the same situation came up. This time she was with a guy named Brad. 11:00 came and it was time for another "refrigerator raid". As I came down the stairs I could again hear the TV playing. I peeked into the living room and this time they were there. They were seated on the sofa on the far side of the room looking at the TV. They could have seen me if they bothered to turn and look, but they were busy as May was giving Brad a handjob. Her blouse was open and her boobs were again bouncing with the tempo. I must have been psychic in my timing because I no sooner focused on what was transpiring when Brad sent four big ropes of spunk onto the coffee table and a few shorter ones on the rug. May got a tissue, wiped him off, and gave him a pat. She started to get up and I tried to pull back into the stairway, but I didn't make it in time. Our eyes locked for a moment.
"Shit!" I whispered as I turned and headed up the steps.
"Shit!" I heard her say.
I went back to my room and shut the door. I had no idea what was coming next. Did people walk into each other in these situations at Nana's house too?
Around midnight I heard a knock on my door. I didn't answer. "Jack, can I talk to you a minute, please?" she asked meekly.
"Come in." I said.
She opened the door and stood in front of where I was seated on the bed. A very long period of silence passed. I noticed she had changed into a nightgown that covered her from the neck to the floor. I'm pretty sure it was my Mom's.
She broke the silence first. "Do you want to talk about it or do you just want an apology?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say.
"Come on Jack, say something. Anything. Let me know where we stand on this."
"I guess you really like this guy a lot." I said.
"Not really," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "There are a lot of guys I see. Brad's just one of them."
