Authors note:
Everyone in the story is above the age of 18 years old. Any reference to real life people is completely coincidental. If you're looking for a quick stroker, I am really sorry but you won't find it here. And this is my first story, guys, just so you know. Please don't leave without commenting. Please.
Kyle Shaw heard the hum of the Hyundai and knew his time was up. He hated to leave himself like this, hard as hell with her mother's panties covering his cock and miles away from achieving a crushing orgasm. But all good things have to come to an end. He tossed the underwear into the hamper, quickly strolled out of his parents' bathroom and made his way to his room while desperately trying to shove his dick into his boxers.
He grunted as he remembered that he was in his grey boxers only and hoped he could make it back into his room down stairs before they entered the house. Just then, the front door burst open. His eyes bulged in fear and he cursed himself. Why wasn't he faster? He looked around. The mansion he resided in had five guest room for friends, four bedrooms for relatives and three bedrooms for him, his parents and his sister. In front of him were two bedrooms reserved for relatives. He didn't really like them because they smelt like porcelain and lip gloss. But he didn't have much choice, so he rushed into the nearest one.
When he closed the door, he heard his mother talking to someone, but it wasn't his dad-it was Aunt Trina. He panicked, realizing she could come there to put her bags. They usually told him who's coming before they actually came. Did he forget? He looked at the room and his heart beat faster. Red sheets were neatly laid on the bed; four huge handbags were perched on a dresser table with a big tray of make-up; three Jewelry boxes were opened on a stool near the bed; the wardrobes were filled with clothes! And the memories hit him like a bitch- his parents had told him she was coming the previous day during dinner. And he remembered why he forgot- he was staring at her mother's cleavage in a tank top while she was informing him.
He slapped his forehead and closed his eyes. Then he heard the voices again but they were nearer. He ran to the queen sized bed and rolled under it, the carpeted floor itchy on his stomach. The door opened and he held his breath. He was neatly concealed by the sprawled bed sheets and knew that if they were moved, it was over.
"Trina, you should've seen him. His face was beet red and his mouth was just aghast. It was like nothing I said to him entered his ears," he heard his mother say. What she said made him think back to how his face might've looked the previous night as he ogled her. "I told you that tank top would work!" Aunt Trina replied. Tank top? Kyle got the feeling they were talking about him.
"I got so turned on with Kyle perving on me like that, I fucked myself to sleep!" His mother said, giggling. Oh shit, thought Kyle under the bed. They WERE talking about him. His mom caught him looking at her! And she wore that tank top on purpose! Kyle's dick twitched in his boxers as he lay back on the carpeted floor. This is fucking weird, he thought.
"I am getting hot talking about this," said Aunt Trina.
"Maybe I should leave you, and your 'companion' alone," said his mother with another giggle as she left the room.
Kyle panicked, thinking his mom was referring to him. Then he realized she was talking about her sister masturbating, and his dick elongated with fury. He was a decent nine inches at normal excitement but went for a ten when twice as excited, and had gone to an eleven when he saw his mom walking down the hallway in a semi-transparent nightie. He liked to measure it when epic things were going on and at that time, he was sure he was a twelve because it never hurt like that before.
He saw his aunt's feet walking to the dresser table and heard her rummaging through her bag. Then she hoped to the bed and lay down on it. He heard her removing her clothes and saw a business skirt and a white shirt hit the floor. He shifted the boxers down to the middle of his thighs, his cock jerking uncontrollably. Then he saw pink silk panties drop next to his head on the exposed carpet, and a string of precum erupted from his dickhead. He'd never seen her underwear so close to his face. She could smell her juices all over it. It was a crucial moment. What was hotter was the fact that he didn't see any bra. He was looking forward to tomorrow, Saturday, already.
A loud moan escaped Trina's mouth as she plunged the pink rubber cock into her hot twat. Her body was heating up. Her blood was boiling. She was ready for sex. Her mind was filled with the images of Kyle shirtless, cleaning the pool. The images had been burnt in her memory since Christmas the recent year, when she visited. She moaned. She remembered the outline of his dick on his swim shorts. She remembered how wet she got looking at him. Another moan. The dildo was getting wetter as she shoved it in her ho pussy furiously. His mother, Katie, didn't know she was attracted to him, and the secrecy of it excited her. She moaned again, and louder.
Under the bed, Kyle was enjoying the show on stage. He had her panties around his dick as he jerked it slowly (with both hands) to her sensual, pleasure-filed moans. He wanted it to last because this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. He could see her legs on the mirror adjacent to the bed. It faced her left side but only showed her legs, her hands and the pink dildo. They were long and tanned and muscular. He liked the way they bulged every time she pushed her pussy against the dildo. He longingly stared from the tip of her pink toes to the top of her thick thigh and moaned, loudly.
Trina stopped moving on the bed. She'd heard a moan coming from under the bed. It was very hard to miss it because it was deep and loud. She was shocked. It couldn't be Kevin, Katie's husband, because he was watching TV downstairs. And that meant it was...
Kyle clasped his mouth with his left hand to stop the moan that had already escaped his throat, but removed it as soon as he realized he'd been touching his dick with it. She saw her legs stop moving on the bed. The moans ceased too. The game was up, and he was fucked. For the first time in his life, he wondered what suicide felt like, because that feeling of getting busted while jerking off felt like dying. She saw her legs twist to face the mirror, and for the briefest moment, he saw her pubes, a sexy, well-trimmed bush in the shape of a triangle, pointing at her treasure chest. Although he was mortified he took a picture of that pose and sent it off to his wank-bank. Then he saw her pretty face upside down, staring at him, with her blonde hanging around her head, and his dick shriveled instantly to a seven inch.
Trina should've been shocked, but knowing that Kyle, the star of her fantasy, was getting off to her getting off, it made her so hot her pussy squirted precum all over the sheets. She closed her eyes and then looked at Kyle again. The first thing she noticed was her panties. It was a surprise to her that he had a panty fetish. Then there was his dick. It was huge, even though it was semi-hard. She knew he was packing something, but nothing that big. She guessed it was eight inches, though she didn't trust herself. Her eyes travelled up his six packs, his chiseled abs and rested on his handsome face with its blue crystal eyes. She felt like a teen again with a crush on the football team's captain.
There was no need for thinking. Her plan had already been formulated in one of her fantasies. All it took was for him to say his lines and she was his. She screamed, but not as loudly. Shockingly, he screamed. Then she screamed again. Why? She wasn't sure. "I am so fucking sorry, Aunt Trina. I am not going to lie - this is exactly what it looks like," said Kyle breathlessly. "Please, don't tell mom. Although I don't promise to do anything you tell me to, I am sure we could come to a suitable agreement." Trina wanted to giggle, but maintaining a shocked expression was important to her plan.
Kyle had thought about all the probable demands she would throw, the threats she would reinforce, the flaws in her threats and his escape route if his mom entered the room due to the screams. He'd worked it all out before she screamed. He watched her face, her subtle glances to his exposed crotch and the slight lick she gave her lips frequently. He knew one of the demands included some form of sex, so he was actually enjoying himself.
"Stand up," said a sturdy Aunt Trina. He crawled from underneath and stood before her form lying on the bed. Kyle's eyes widened as he saw her fully nude form. She was breathtaking. Her tits were smaller than her mom's, but looked like a nice handful. Her mother's tits were a busty 40E and hers looked like a solid 38D. They were extra perky, standing up proudly, with brown nipples and small brown areola. And they were erect! Kyle took two photos of them for his "happy time". His eyes travelled to her bush. It was bigger than he thought, but her pussy lips were the main course. They looked bright red and tightly pressed together. He didn't have to touch them to know they were soft, like her boobs.
His eyes then moved to her legs. He wasn't much of a leg man, but the fact that those sexy, long thighs that had been hidden behind skirts at parties were now on display for him to feast over. They were bronze, the trademark of great tanning, and a bit muscular. If you've seen Ciara, the singer, and her thighs, you'd have an exact much of what he was looking. Then there were her feet. They were arousing, but the reason why was unknown to him. Probably something to do with her pink nails.
"Like the view? I'd like to think so," Aunt Trina said, looking at his eleven inch boner. He didn't notice it was still out there, and hard for that matter. But it was justified: he'd never seen her aunt nude before, so this was five steps further than porn. He pulled his boxers over his dick and continued to take as many pictures of her body as he could with his mind.
Trina felt her pussy throb and leak as Kyle looked at her with a massive hard-on. His dick was really big! How did Katie not notice it? This question came with other ones but she ignored them all. She just stared at the longest cock she ever saw in her life, wishing she could touch herself. But she had to wait. She just had to wait.
"The way I see it, you have four choices," said Aunt Trina. She was wrong. He had seven, but he kept the other three to himself.
"You could go back to your room like that, risking your dad seeing you, or your mom and leave me to tell your mom about this tomorrow; You could stand there until your mother comes and I'd have to tell the truth; I could scream and your mother would come and I'd tell her the truth; or you could get naked with me, lock the door, and wank your dick."
