All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
It was late in the playoff stretch. Allen State had had a fabulous year and was just two wins away from securing a berth in the mid-east Bowl Game in Michigan. Spirits were running high which was evident at the Booster Party that was being held at my aunt and uncle's place. They had a huge house out in the suburbs. My cousin Dave played wide receiver and a lot of attention was being paid to him at the party. But then the whole team had played well and all the alumni at the party were big fans. I hadn't made the team myself but I knew all the guys and usually hung out with them. My mom and her sister, my aunt Bev, had gone to a lot of trouble. There was a ton of great food and lots to drink. The coaching staff was on hand to enjoy the party and to make sure that none of the boys got too rowdy. After the reception at my Aunt Bev's there was another party at 'Scratch Daniels', one of the local watering holes.
Mom and Aunt Bev looked great. They both worked out at the gym regularly and were in pretty good shape. Aunt Bev had a mane of red hair that she had artfully teased to frame her face. She was wearing a crimson satin top with a strap around her neck and a tailored front that criss-crossed over her generous chest and tied low in the back. She was wearing a short black leather skirt that clung to her shapely hips like a second skin. In her towering high heels and smoky nylons she was getting almost as much attention as the football players She was a year younger than my mom and had just turned 39. She wasn't happy to be nearing forty. She had always been the wilder of the two sisters. She had had Dave when she was still in her teens. But lately she had really been living it up. My cousin Dave had told me that a couple of weeks ago he had come home late when his parents were having a party and some old couple he didn't even know were making out on his bed when he got up to his room.
The Booster Party was in full gear when I noticed my aunt talking to my uncle over in the corner of the den. Since my dad had left us when I was a kid I had always been pretty close to my uncle Don and my aunt. Bev was pressed up against Don's side and talking directly into his ear. Don's hand was on the small of her back and idly drifted lower onto the upper swell of her leather clad ass as Bev talked to him. They both glanced over towards Eric Swain and Chad Arnold who were defensive backs while Bev kept talking animatedly. The two boys were talking between themselves and kept sneaking peeks at Don and my aunt.
Bev finally finished whatever she was saying. Don looked at her for a moment then back over at the two boys and then broke out into a big grin. He leaned over and whispered something to Bev while giving her ass a lascivious squeeze. Bev stood up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Don's cheek. She turned and gave Eric and Chad a brief, smoldering look then walked away towards the back of the house.
At that moment my mom nodded at me to come over to her. She had been buttonholed by the offensive line coach and she looked like she needed rescuing. When I got there he was saying...
"Honestly Mrs. Miller! I can't believe that Dave is your son. You don't look motherly enough...I mean...you don't look old enough...Oh God!...Let me see if I can put this badly another way ...you don't look..."
It wasn't surprising that coach Williams was tripping all over his tongue. My mom was every bit as good looking as her younger sister, just not quite as flashy. Unlike Bev, Monica was blonde instead of red headed but other than that she was tall, broad shouldered and strikingly curvaceous, just like her sister. She was wearing a little black cocktail dress that showed off her figure nicely. In her high heels, her well toned legs looked especially striking.
"That's alright Andy. I'll take that as a compliment regardless. But Dave isn't my son, he's my nephew. This is my son, Tom..." mom said as I arrived at her side.
"Hi mom...coach Williams. Ahhhh... mom, you asked me to tell you when I saw Dean Jamieson. Well he just got here and he asked for you."
"Oh thanks honey. I'm sorry Andy but I do need to talk to the Dean for a moment..." my mom said as she took my arm and towed me off towards the front hall.
"Mom. I didn't really see the Dean. I just thought you looked kind of cornered."
"Well thank you sweetheart. Andy means well I'm sure...he just doesn't get out enough. Oh look! There's that nice young Steven Reid. He said he'd come over with a couple of the boys from the team to help move that outdoor fireplace. I do want to talk to him. You go ahead and have a good time..." mom said as she edged away to talk to the big lineman.
At that moment Dave came over and asked if I'd seen Bev. He always called his mother Bev, which I found a little odd. I told him I'd seen her just a little earlier with his dad in the den. Dave said his dad had told him that he hadn't seen her. Dave seemed a little agitated and asked me to tell his mom he was looking for her.
I don't know why but I thought it might be better if I found aunt Bev before Dave did. I took a quick look around the three or four rooms in the front of the house where most of the party-goers had congregated. No aunt Bev. I wandered out by the pool and the tennis court but I still didn't see her. I went back inside and upstairs. I looked into a couple of darkened bedrooms but there was no one there. I was just about to leave a third when I heard some muffled voices. Without turning on a light I went into the room and followed the sound of the voices. I went into the ensuite bathroom and the voices were clearer. The bathroom adjoined to the next room. The door was slightly open and there was a dim light emanating from that room as well as a whispered conversation. I moved over silently to the door and looked in. I couldn't see all of the room but I could see the bed. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this.
Aunt Bev was sitting on the foot of the bed and Eric Swain was standing between her spread legs. Bev's leather skirt was tossed on the bed behind her. She still had on her satin blouse but otherwise she was sitting there in just her high heels, nylons, garter belt and panties. I couldn't believe that this sexy looking slut was my aunt.
Eric was standing in front of her with his pants and shorts in a little heap at his ankles. Bev must have told him to put his hands behind his back because he was standing there at rigid attention with his hands behind him. He was visibly trembling as Bev slid one hand up his inner thigh then seized his jutting boner in her fist. She was flushed with excitement and her eyes blazed up into Eric's as she clasped his boner with her hand and gave it a torrid squeeze.
"Unnnnnn!...Godd!... Mrs. Stewart!..." Eric groaned, shifting excitedly from foot to foot. A dew drop of pre come appeared in his twitching pee slit and trickled down his shaft and over Bev's tightly clenched fist.
"You're not going to last long are you sweetheart?..." aunt Bev asked with a knowing grin. She started jerking Eric's tool rhythmically as the lanky youth moaned in front of her.
"Aaahhh!...That feel so good Mrs. Stewart!...I don't think I'll be able to hold it very long the first time!..." Eric panted.
"That's O.K. darlin'!...I'm gonna' make it good for you!...You'll see!..." aunt Bev crooned. She added a twisting motion to her lurid masturbation that made Eric suck in his breath with excitement.
"Chad!...Come over here!..." Bev said to the muscular black corner-back who had been standing just out of my field of vision. Chad came up to stand beside his teammate.
"Take off you pants sweetheart!...Let me see your cock!..." Bev said lewdly.
Chad did as he was told, almost tripping in his eagerness. In the blink of an eye he too was standing in front of my aunt with his genitals bared for her inspection.
Bev was obviously pleased with what she saw. Chad's sculpted ebony erection bobbed in front of his loins like a puppet on a string. The big veins on his shaft were rigidly defined under the taut flesh of his engorged tool.
"You've got a nice one Chad!...I'm going to enjoy that!...Now watch what I'm gonna' do to your friend here!..." Bev instructed as she leaned forward and poised her lips against the end of Eric's tool. With her eyes rolling up to his, Bev parted her lips slightly and sucked his swollen helmet into her mouth.
"Ummmmmm!..." she moaned loudly at her first taste of Eric's swollen meat. Her cheeks immediately hollowed as she lustily sucked on the linebacker's rigid tool.
