Linda's eyes blinked open as her phone blared Wham! and she reached over to her bedside table with a groan to swipe it to silence. She had thought it was clever when she'd set it up, but now she fucking hated that song with every ounce of feeling in her heart. Bed was her favorite place and "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" was the siren that forced her from it every morning. Unforgivable.
She rubbed her bleary eyes and looked at the phone screen. She'd left her alarm set to the weekday time even though it was Memorial Day: the family was coming over for a barbeque and she wanted time to get set up. Now, though, she felt the familiar stirring that was the real reason for her reluctance to leave bed. Not sleep. She reached down and rubbed herself between her legs. Woke up horny again. She could feel the wetness from her pussy that had nearly soaked through her panties overnight. If only she could remember her dreams, they must have been good ones.
Rolling over and propping herself up on an elbow, she looked down on her sleeping husband, Mike. Long gone were the days when his chiseled body made her panties wet. He stopped caring around the time Tim was born, and now he was fat and saggy. Linda could see the years and the two kids when she looked in the mirror, but she still looked damn good if she could say so herself. A little softer than college, but not too much—and the tits she'd bought herself a few years back, partially in hopes of rekindling Mike's sex drive, gave her an edge on her younger self in at least that respect.
He was still sound asleep. Figured. Just give me this, Linda thought to herself. She didn't want to rub one out in the shower yet again: she wanted to get fucked, to feel a cock inside her, to taste hot cum, to feel it on her body, on her face, in her pussy. She thought about how long it had been since she'd felt any of those things and, with a growl, reached down under her husband's waistband and grabbed his soft cock. She nuzzled his neck as she squeezed and tugged, gently nibbling the lobe of his ear as she coaxed an erection from the penis that by rights belonged to her.
"Mmm, honey, I'm trying to sleep," Mike mumbled. He rolled over, onto his stomach, his not even tumescent organ slipping from Linda's grasp. She just stared down at him then, with an exasperated sigh, got up and went to the shower.
***
The annual Memorial Day barbeque at Uncle Mike and Aunt Linda's was a family tradition that had been going on for all of Theo's life, and even though he was now an adult, having just finished his first year of college, and should have been allowed to go to one of his high school friends' parties—which would have been delightfully debaucherous, he was sure—his father had informed him in no uncertain terms that he would be coming this year as well. His twin, Eddie, had just shrugged at him at the culmination of that argument. Their sister Chelsea had laughed at his self-righteous rage and reminded him that he had the whole summer free after this one family party.
Sure, he thought, I've got the whole summer, but so does Sarah Martin. They'd had a fling the summer after graduation, until he'd had to leave in August for school, but they'd kept in touch, texting and occasionally sending each other pics. They hadn't had sex that summer, but Theo was determined to make it happen now. Problem was, the party she was going to was going to be populated with plenty of other dudes and he was worried if he didn't strike while the iron was hot she'd have a new summer fling before he got the chance to start theirs.
He had failed to convince his father of the urgency and importance of his cause, though, and so he found himself climbing out of the family car and walking up the drive to his aunt and uncle's house. It definitely was a nice house for a pool party, and Memorial Day had proven once again to be a beautiful day to spend in the sun. As his one available outlet for protest, Theo had not worn swim trunks. He was planning on sulking the entire time, with a beer from the cooler and a burning desire to confront the first person who objected to his underage drinking with a full listing of his drinking accomplishments of the past year.
He stood a few steps back from his father, brother, and sister, pulling out his phone in the hope that Sarah would have responded with extreme regret to his message that he wouldn't be at the party that night. Nothing. His sister rang the doorbell and a few moments later the door swung open.
"Chelsea! You look wonderful, what a beautiful top! God, you're more gorgeous every time I see you!" gushed Linda by way of greeting. "Come in, come in, Mike's in back on the grill. They're all back there. Ron, you brought your famous potato salad, wonderful, just set it on the kitchen counter on your way through and I'll take care of it. Eddie, I see you're ready for the pool—you'll find your cousins beat you to it."
As his dad and siblings smiled and said their "hi"s in response to Aunt Linda's exuberance they filed past her into the house. Theo brought up the rear, ready to meet Linda's greeting stone-faced. He looked up at her and his breath caught.
He'd always thought his aunt was hot, and in puberty she'd been the star of more than one of his fantasies. Today, though, she was breathtaking. Her blonde hair was cut short, the loose curls falling just to her shoulders. Her blue eyes shined brightly, lit by her genuine and welcoming smile, but he met them for just a moment before gravity drew his eyes back down. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, but it didn't waste any fabric. Two swoops of bright red cloth contained her big, fake tits and tied behind her neck, but they only covered about two-thirds of her bosom's ample surface area. The suit pulled her breasts together into a wide oval of cleavage which it seemed to be struggling to contain. Since Linda was almost a foot shorter than Theo, he couldn't help but stare down into that lust valley and admire the flesh it offered. Just below her tits the suit was tied with a wide black sash, but he could tell the suit cut in at her belly and only widened again at her hips. He could see the sides of her breasts protruding from the suit, which meant that the bare-backed suit and the skimpy covering would offer a bounty of side-boob. As a bottom she was wearing a light blue, loose, thin, flowing skirt. He caught himself drinking all this in far too late, and shot his eyes back up to Linda's face.
"You like my outfit?" she asked with a playful smile. She gave a slow twirl to show off. Yup, acres of side-boob. Theo felt himself hardening. He usually went for the athletic type, but Linda's voluptuous body was getting to him now. She turned back to face him.
He tried to reply, found his stomach in his throat, cleared it, and said, "Oh yeah, Aunt Linda, it looks very comfortable. Um, hh-mm, how've you been?"
"Wonderful, honey, now that you're all here!" She stepped up to stand beside him, turned, wrapped her arm around him and squeezed, leaning her body into his. He felt the warmth and softness of a breast pressing his side. His cock throbbed closer to hardness. "Now come in, come in! This is going to be the best family barbeque we've ever had."
***
Alone in the kitchen, Linda sliced up some watermelon for snacking now that the whole family had arrived. As she moved the wedges and slices from the cutting board to their platter, she looked out the wide window above the kitchen counter that looked out onto the back yard. Mike was at the grill, flipping burgers while he chatted with his brother. Valerie was laying on her stomach on one of the chaises that circled the pool, her string bikini untied, working on her tan. Linda was proud of her daughter in many ways, but not the least of those ways was her undeniable beauty. She had inherited the same hair and complexion as her uncle had from her grandmother: dark red hair and naturally fair skin that tanned a bit but freckled more. The freckles, in Linda's admittedly biased opinion, made her even cuter than your average tan. Aside from those natural traits, Valerie had been gifted with athletic grace and she used her talent to keep fit and toned. From her father's family she had also inherited full, natural breasts of which Linda could not help but be jealous, even now. Pride outweighed her jealousy though, and not by a small margin.
In the pool, Linda was happy to see, Tim was playing with his cousins Chelsea and Eddie. He was an extremely shy and awkward boy, and wiry thin despite Linda's many years of attempts to get some meat on his bones. He was just barely 18, still a boy in Linda's mind, but with plenty of time to fill his spindly frame.
Though if Tim's a boy at 18, Linda thought, how can I see Theo as a man at 19? She had been turned on to catch him checking her out, she couldn't deny that. To be fair, she was still full of unreleased energy from that morning and from the past decade plus of building unfulfilled sexual needs of a physically defunct marriage. Mike was a good man, a good father and husband in every other way, but with the kids now grown... Linda pushed the thought from her mind. They had been high school sweethearts; she'd never been with another man, and to think of leaving him now that she was nearly 40 was literally unimaginable.
But where was Theo? Not in the pool. Eddie and Chelsea had shown up in their swimsuits, as the kids usually did, but Theo was wearing jeans when he showed up. Tight enough jeans for her to have seen him tenting when he was checking her out at the front door, she thought to herself with a smirk. Then she spotted him, sitting on a chaise he'd dragged from the pool to the shade in the corner of the house. He had his phone in one hand and a beer in the other. So, she thought, he clearly doesn't want to be here. And that beer, that's either a sign of too much freshman year partying or an act of defiance about getting dragged here.
She lifted the tray of watermelon to take out to the patio table. Well, she thought to herself, I have my project for the day. Theo's going to enjoy this barbeque whether he wants to or not.
***
Theo became slowly aware that his intentional and aggressive solitude were being deliberately violated. He looked up from his phone and found Aunt Linda standing over him, smiling down at him. She looked pointedly at the beer can in his left hand and he followed her gaze and then took the opportunity to slowly lift his eyes back up to meet hers, coincidentally lingering on the overhanging underside of her magnificent rack.
