Valerie examined her image in the mirror and sighed. Not too bad really, she told herself as she tried to compare the view from every angle. At 55 years old, her face had a few wrinkles that fit appropriately, and she was definitely not the skinny little thing that married her high school sweetheart 35 years ago. Her hips and butt and had flared, so she enjoyed wearing jeans and slacks that hugged her curves. Also, her boobs, while quite large, didn't sag very much, so she still noticed occasional stares. As she looked closer in the mirror, she also noticed that her once ravishing dark brown hair was still long and full, but now a mix of brown and gray, and she was undecided whether to leave it this way, or get a younger color applied. But since her divorce 2 years ago, no one had touched her or even seen her nude, except for her doctor, and Valerie was pretty sure he was gay. So when Roger announced that he was filing the divorce papers, he called her an "undesirable fat old cow", and no matter much she cried and hated him for those remarks, she wondered many times since then if he was right.
Or at least, she did until a few days ago. Something happened that made her wonder if old Roger was as just full of shit. She was at her sister's house for a birthday party for one of Kimberly's kids. Kimberly has a large extended family, with four kids from her current husband, and two from a previous marriage. Her oldest son, 30 year old Robbie, was there, and Valerie had always thought that Robbie was cute. And she definitely noticed Robbie's eyes on her everywhere she wandered around the house, obviously appreciating the way the pink dress flowed and displayed her ample cleavage.
Later in the afternoon, when most of the party attendees had left, she saw him at the pool, relaxing on an inner tube and drinking a beer. Feeling somewhat emboldened from a couple of drinks of her own, she slipped into the bathroom and changed into a one-piece bathing suit from her purse.
She slid into the water from behind Robbie, and snuck up on him with a wicked grin on her lips. "Boo!", Valerie teased and splashed some water at him, making him yell as he tried to cover the lump in the front of his trunks.
"Holy shit, Aunt Val, I didn't hear you."
"That was the idea, silly boy. Oh my! Looks like you were thinking about something that excited you, or maybe someone?"
"I'm sorry, Aunt Val. Please don't be offended."
"Not at all. Can I ask who or what you were thinking about?" Valerie took a sip of the new cocktail as she watched Robbie's confused face search for an answer as her lips curled in a wickedly delicious way.
"I know I shouldn't be having such thoughts...."
"Go ahead. I really want to know. "
"I've been admiring your body, especially those amazing tits." He spat it out quickly, afraid that someone else might hear or that Valerie would get angry.
Instead, she smiled and said, "I'm thrilled to know I can still get an honest reaction. And judging that lump, it looks like a nice solid reaction, too."
"I've always had a crush on you, Aunt Valerie, but your body is even more curvy and sexier than before. Don't say anything to my mom, please."
"Of course not. It's just between us. But, I think we're past the 'Aunt' stage in our lives. Do me a favor and just call me Val or Valerie. Okay?"
"Absolutely. But in that case, you have to call me Rob. Only my mom still calls me Robbie.'
"Agreed. So Rob, do you have anyone special in your life?"
"Not for about a year. You?"
Valerie chuckled. "Not since the divorce."
"Can I ask you kind of a weird question?"
"Sure."
"Did you get a boob job? Cause they look incredible."
Valerie smiled proudly and said "No enhancement here. All me."
"Damn!"
Valerie was about to answer when she heard Kimberly calling from the kitchen. "Talk to you later, Rob." She winked and walked into the house, wrapping a towel around herself.
In the kitchen, Valerie found herself busy for several minutes helping her sister putting the final decorations on the birthday cake. When she did get back out to the pool area, she didn't see Rob and she felt pretty disappointed.
That night, she couldn't stop thinking about Rob and his thick erection. She felt a conflicting blend of curiosity, guilt, and lust as she imagined her warm hand stroking it. As her nimble fingers teased her nipples, her mind saw the way his firm organ pulsed in her grip, and the way it throbbed when she kissed and licked the head. She reached into her night stand drawer, and all the way at the back she found the vibrator she purchased several months ago.
The flesh colored toy had a realistic rubbery feel, and measured seven inches from tip to its silicone testicles. Valerie knew she wouldn't need any lube tonight, so when she pressed the thick head through her damp bush to the velvety lips, her vagina just seemed to suck it in. She moved it in and out slowly, making sure that she experienced every delicious movement as it caressed her inner walls. She felt her nectar getting pumped out with every stroke, and a wet spot formed under her clenched butt cheeks, getting larger by the second. After several minutes of steady torture, she knew that this was going to be an orgasm for the record books.
Through clenched teeth and closed eyes, she spoke to the vibrator. "Just like that baby. Give it to me nice and deep! Faster! Harder! C'mon Rob.... Fuck me good!"