Christmas Eve for Tyler
Tyler was so happy that finals were over and his winter break had started. His Junior-year classes were a lot more difficult than he had anticipated and his eighteen-credit-hour load was probably more than he should have taken. For the past two weeks he'd put a lot of time in studying for his exams... and now they were all over. Now he was going to have four, full weeks to just... relax. Christmas and New Years was going to mean there would be some family time in there, but there was sure to be time to be with his friends again to blow off some steam.
He had a surprise when he came home and found out that his Mom's older sister, his Aunt Eve, was now staying with them. His Mom told him she came just after Thanksgiving, that she and her husband were newly separated, and that Aunt Eve just needed a place to stay for a little while.
To Tyler this was a wish come true. Aunt Eve was his personal, masturbatory porn star. He didn't get to see her much growing up, but when he did... he couldn't think of anyone else. He was really attracted to her, especially when his Uncle wasn't around. She was a couple years older than his Mom, close to fifty, but was definitely a beautiful woman. She was about 5'4" tall, with long brown hair and brown eyes, and kept in really good shape. She had the best breasts ever... definitely a D-cup... an attribute that he truly loved. And she wore the best outfits... all very revealing, accentuating her body perfectly. He had a feeling she felt something for him, too, especially with their flirty banter when no one was around.
There was just something... magnetic... between them and he had a hard time staying away from her. One day in particular, the first week of his winter break, Tyler was walking down the hall outside the bedrooms and noticed that the hall bathroom door was ajar... and that the shower was running. His Aunt was taking a shower.
Hormones raging, he opened the door a little more until he could see into the shower. His Aunt was naked, facing away from him, water cascading down her body. Her ass looked fabulous, too, he thought.
He leaned against the door frame to watch her, hoping to see her turn around, hoping to see her completely naked. But before he saw much, though, he heard his Mom coming up the stairs, so he quickly walked down the hall to his bedroom and shut the door.
"Here's a towel," he could hear his Mom say to his Aunt, before closing the bathroom door behind her.
Four days before Christmas, when he was walking down the hallway again in the morning, the bathroom door was ajar again. The shower wasn't running and he could hear some soft panting from inside. He licked his lips, nervously excited by what he thought she was doing.
He opened the door a little more, until he saw part of her bare leg, and could tell that she was sitting on the toilet. He hoped that she wasn't looking as he slowly opened the door more and more.
He was lucky. With the door opened just enough, he could see that her eyes were closed. And now in plain view, he could see her leaning back on the toilet, her legs spread wide with her right hand buried between them, stroking her pussy.
"Fuck," he said, barely making a sound as he watched her. He couldn't believe he was seeing this. His cock instantly surged, growing hard beneath his jeans. He wasn't sure his jeans would be able to contain it.
He grabbed his shaft through his jeans, feeling it pulsing, and when he looked up, he saw that his Aunt Eve was looking at him. She didn't look shocked or angry and didn't yell at him to get out and close the door. She just kept playing with herself, watching him watching her.
Her fingers were sliding in circles around her pussy, while her left hand was playing with her breast and nipple underneath her robe.
Tyler squeezed his cock as she moaned and he pushed the door open all the way. Eve grabbed her robe and pulled it open even more, exposing her breasts and body to him.
"Mmmm... oh yeah," she moaned, her fingers circling fast. "Uhh... mmmm."
He unfastened his pants and pushed them down a little, freeing his cock and stroked it. The pleasure was intense, even more so hearing her moan again. Stroking his cock in front of her was exciting her, too.
"Oh my God... Mmm... Mmhmm... mmhmm... oh... ohhh... Oh my God," she moaned, writhing on the toilet seat. She squeezed her breast hard as her fingers thrust into her pussy, pounding into it. Her face twisted in pleasure as her eyes half closed, her panting breaths suddenly stopping as she came.
Her hips moved slightly as she squeezed her pussy, trying to squeeze every delight out of it. Then, smiling deviously, she slowly closed her legs, stood, and walked towards him, her robe flowing behind her like a cape.
Then she reached out and closed the door in his face, bringing the encounter to a close.
Tyler had no idea what to make of that, but rushed back to his room and jumped on the bed to masturbate furiously.
*****
He spent a little time with his friends on the morning of Christmas Eve, but spent time with his family for dinner and the evening. The mood seemed happy enough... it was almost Christmas. But Tyler could see the sadness on Eve. She may have been smiling, but it was forced.
As it became later in the evening, his Mom and Dad went to bed, leaving Tyler and Eve alone in the living room, looking at the Christmas tree, the lights, the tinsel, and all the wrapped presents underneath.
"Are you ok?" he asked, sitting on one end of the couch as she sat on the other, dressed in her long, red satin robe. Her legs were curled under her as the two stared at the glowing lights of the tree.
"Yeah, I just got a lot on my mind," she said. "I'll be ok."
"You just seem pretty down," he said.
"Yeah," she nodded, taking a sip of wine, then suddenly changing the subject. "You know, it's kind of nice being up on Christmas Eve isn't it? It's quiet. The lights are pretty."
"Yeah... true."
"I'm surprised you don't have things to do with your friends tonight," she said.
"Yeah... I wasn't interested in what they were doing," he said. "They were going to some bar or something. Besides, after exams and everything, I just need to unwind for a while."
She nodded, understanding that he needed time to relax as much as she did.
"To be honest, I was kind of hoping that we could just watch a movie together or something."
"I don't want to wake you parents up," she said.
"The TV is in the family room in the basement," he said. "Mom and Dad are sleeping upstairs. They won't hear a thing. Besides, I'm sure there's some really good Christmas movies on tonight."
She turned and smiled at him. "Aw... what would I do without you? Yeah, we can do that. And I can make some popcorn."
Eve went into the kitchen and started popping some popcorn as Tyler changed into shorts and a t-shirt for bed. By 1am, they were in the family room, in the basement, watching the movie "Elf".
A three-quarters empty bottle of wine sat on the coffee table as Eve leaned against Tyler's chest, the popcorn bowl sitting in his lap. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders and he was gently stroking her shoulder and upper arm.
"It was just so frustrating," she said, continuing to talk about her husband. "You know he told me I'd never have to work a day in my life. And then I had to work just to have some kind of human contact. What really bothers me is that he never really paid any attention to me for the past two years. Two years! I don't think that's how a husband should treat his wife, you know?"
"Yeah... Oh, I love this part!" Tyler said, interrupting her.
Buddy the elf stood in an elevator alone as a well-dressed passenger, carrying a briefcase, got on. "Can you press sixty-seven please?" the business man said.
Unsure of what might happen, Buddy pushed the button marked sixty seven and the button lit up.
"Hey, that's pretty," he said excitedly, his face lighting up with joy. Like lightning, he then pressed all seventy-five buttons on the panel, lighting them all. "Look at that!" he said, almost dancing in delight.
As the scene continued, Tyler giggled as the camera captured the elevator doors opening and closing, floor by floor. And no one was smiling, except for Buddy.
"I gotta do that some day," Tyler said, still giggling. Eve giggled slightly beneath him, enjoying his child-like playfulness. "Was he cheating on you?" he asked, continuing the conversation.
"Oh yeah," she said. "He cheated several times. Most recently with a woman in his office. And that's still going on."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. That's horrible."
"I'm sorry," Eve said, realizing that the conversation was bringing them both down. "You don't need to know all this. I don't really want to talk about it on a night like this anyway. I mean, it's not like I've been an angel myself. Ok?"
"What does that mean?" Tyler asked, sliding another handful of popcorn kernels into his mouth.
"When he started cheating on me, I got sick of reading romance novels because that's where I lived every single day of my life," she explained. "I wished I had a life like in my stories. But I don't. So... I decided I'd meet someone, too."
"What?" he asked, surprised that she would be able to cheat on her husband.
"I felt like I wasn't special and I wanted to feel special again. You know?"
"Yeah," Tyler said, understanding, "I guess I can understand that."
"But he's gone now, so... It was nice the way he touched me. He made me feel, like... wanted. Like I was pretty. Like I was sexy again. Ok, I said way too much."
"No, it's ok," Tyler said, feeling so sorry that this beautiful woman would feel so lost because her husband was such a dick to her.
"I'm just so grateful that you and your parents opened up your house for me when I was in trouble," she said, leaning into him a little more feeling comfort in his warm body and in his strong arms. She touched his stomach softly. "My husband was just not a good man. He had multiple mistresses over the years and never really fulfilled any of his husbandly duties. Do you know what I mean? Husbands and wives are supposed to make love. You know?"
Tyler nodded and squeezed her arm, holding her tighter.
"It's not like I ignored him. I did everything I'm supposed to," she said. "You know, I was a good wife, damn it. I was obedient. I cooked dinner every night. I gave myself to him freely. Anything he wanted at any time. And I never thought of any of it as a chore. I like pleasing my man."
She leaned forward, grabbed her wine glass from the coffee table and took another sip of wine. Then, she set it back on the table, her glass almost empty again, and slid back into his arms.
"He just... stopped wanting me to," she continued. "He was always busy or working... or with another woman. It just wasn't the life I wanted to live. It wasn't the life I was supposed to live. I deserve to be happy and... satisfied."
Tyler enjoyed feeling her warm body against him, feeling the smooth sleeve and shoulder of her satin robe. From his vantage point over her, he could see the swell of her breasts underneath her robe and it excited him. He stroked her arm more.
"That feels nice," she whispered. "I could almost fall asleep in your arms right now."
