I was ready to turn away and go back to work since nobody had answered the door. Most weeks I managed one of my breaks with my elderly mum, and to be honest, we didn't plan for today, since it wasn't on our usual day.
As I made my way down the apartment stairs, I happened to meet my aunt Phyllis (mum's sister), who was making her way laboriously up the stairs with two packets of bottled water. An island with rain problems made it imperative that we only drink mineral water.
We greeted each other as usual, and taking the packets from her, made our way back. I knew Phyllis had her own key to my mum's flat. My aunt, who hated me calling her that, was just two years older than me, and we had been very good friends when we were young. My mum was the oldest of seven children, and Phyllis was the one before last, coming into the world when my mum was already nineteen. I was born two years after my aunt, but apart from my being in school earlier, we were just like twins.
Although she was now fifty-one, she had still retained a lot of her beauty from when she was young. I vividly recall spying on her through a peep hole when she used to be changing when we were youths. I used to love watching her breasts change shape whenever she used to reach around to fasten her bras, usually sheer black lace.
"Mum still not home?" she asked.
"Nope!" I reply. "Unless she's dead."
I smiled at her shocked response. It took her some moments to realize that I was kidding. On the face of it though, it was a tasteless joke. However I had noticed that her key wasn't on her holder, which indicated she wasn't there.
I put the water down and as I saw her bend down to put her grocery bag, I got caught in a mad, whirlwind idea of passion. I grabbed her, spun her round and mashed my lips to her in a long anticipated kiss. She was my aunt, but at that moment I only saw a woman who was attractive, and possibly quite lonely and in need, no thanks to her wanker husband.
Far from rejecting me, she pulled me to her as we kissed deeply, drinking from each other's souls... Forty years of closeness and passion, reaching a frenzy as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, seeking hers. Phyllis's hands were all over me as she had her arms under my thin shirt... I grabbed her strapless top and pulled it down, revealing those breasts that I had swooned over so many years ago. I hefted the weight in my hands, then spun her round until her back was against my chest. My dick, now very hard, nestled against her tight jeans clad bottom, and as her arms went up, I continued nuzzling her neck, and teasing her nipples with my hands.
She moaned, we both did, as we grappled with each other. Finally I crawled/carried her to the sofa, and we fell onto it, she with her top around her waist, bountiful breasts bouncing erotically, and with my shirt practically around my neck. I threw the shirt off me, and grabbed both tits in my hand, as my mouth went to her right nipple. This was a moment I had been waiting for. the tip felt rubbery and warm as I nuzzled it with my nose first, before grasping it tightly with my lips, lightly nipping it with my teeth.
My aunt yelped in pain or passion, I don't know what. I sucked mightily, elongating the tip even harder, then switched to the other nipple, repeating the process... They were hot to the touch and the pain in my head was intense as my mom's sister pulled me to her, hands in my hair.
