Aunt Helen had always been my favorite aunt. She was my mom's youngest sister and I was clearly her favorite nephew. A set of circumstances brought us together last September when I slept with Aunt Helen in her Atlanta apartment. It could have been too much to drink and maybe some wild and crazy hormones. We never actually fucked, but we held each other tight and had intense orgasms pushing against one another. I shot gushes of cum onto her, rubbing my throbbing cock against her slippery chest and belly as she ground her pussy against my thigh and came like a rocket.
Some time passed before I saw Aunt Helen again. It wasn't until Thanksgiving when we met at my folk's house. My girlfriend came with me so Aunt Helen gave me an appropriate sweet peck on the cheek and a nice hug when we walked in the door, giving nothing away.
My duty that day was to spend about an hour outside in the freezing cold splitting wood for the fireplace while the women chatted it up in the kitchen and my dad and uncle watched football in the den. The gals were well into the Crown Royal egg nog and a little tipsy when I finished splitting and stacking a big pile of firewood. My mom and girlfriend got along great and were wrapped into conversation since they had not seen each other in a while.
I came inside cold and tired and it felt good to flop on the big sofa with a large glass of egg nog and a lap blanket. I changed into some comfy sweat pants and intended to catch about a 20 minute nap under the blanket but that is so not what happened.