SEX, sometimes the beautiful physical expression of everlasting love and at other times the manifestation of raw animalistic passion. I like to get a little bit of both and it's what I've been getting these few days.
Only thing that's different this time, the woman lying naked in my bed right now, is my aunt. We've spent the last three days having mindless sex. Eat, drink, sleep and fuck is a routine that reeks of familiarity now. Strange how I've got no regrets about it. But then again, can't remember the last time I gave a damn about what other people thought. My aunt's a divorcee by the way. It's been a year since she ditched her hubby.
She's been coming to our house for over a year now since she showed her husband the door. Sometimes she needed emotional support, other times just plain company. My mom's a workaholic who raises her head from work as often as the moon drops by for dinner, so she's a no go and my dad's never home. Not surprisingly I would find myself lending the shoulder when necessary. That's how we became more than just related. She became a trusted friend. I also had a crush on her, though I never told her that. Despite our ages she became something of a half sister to me.
And we had a lot in common, both of us were crazy incurable foodie's, we spent almost every free day she had (and there were very few of those) driving in her car to some exotic restaurant. We both ate like baby dinosaurs; I had an appetite that would put ten growing men to shame six times over. She could usually manage 1/10th of what I ate which might not seem impressive at all until you factor in the amount of food I usually manage in one sitting. I remember once we had food worth three grand's in a Lebanese place we went to with my family. We just sat there for an hour after we had cleared our bills, couldn't move an inch with all that food inside. We also had a common taste for 90's music. She had a nice system over at her place. I spent hours listening to her CD's.
We watched movies together. We talked about girls,we talked about boys, we talked about men, women, extraterrestrial beings etc etc...We tasted wines; I had my first drink with her. We talked about everything in the dictionary including the dictionary itself. We watched sunrise, sunsets, moon rises blah blah blah... Don't get me wrong; I had a life outside, yeah, but it was shit.
I hated the environment in my high school. Social wolf-packs prowled the corridors all times. The girls only cared about me because I sported a great figure. I hated the drugs doing the rounds all over the place. The underage drinking, wild flings etc... sickened me to the stomach. Every conversation I had in school I could have had with a chicken sausage back home. In my school there weren't any people; just pieces of meat. I got tired from listening to guys brag about how they'd fucked this chick and that babe and how long their cocks were and how hard they got, I would be like" yeah sure they've got cock, too bad they lack balls".
To my parents credit I've been bought up to believe in the theory of moderation. Too much of anything and it eventually screws you. I met a few girls I liked though, 3 to be precise. Fell for one, got my heart broken by the other and I ditched the third. Thus my love life wasn't anything to write home about.
I'd never had any compelling reason to be interested in sex until then. I didn't consider the girls in school worth a crap. I was pretty sure they thought of me as a fine piece of meat. The idea of being nothing but a piece of meat repulsed me. I satisfied myself when needed by watching porn or utilising my rather abundant imagination.
Then I happened to watch the film'40 days and 40 nights'(Josh Hartnett). Inspired, I decided to see for how long I could remain celibate (Even though Lent was about as far as far can be, and I'm not a Christian anyways). For the record, I lasted two weeks.
My aunt came to stay one night. Exhausted she asked me for a massage (I have great hands). So this isn't unusual, I'd given her massages before. She lay on the sofa cum bed with her back upwards. I started at the legs, slowly pressing her calf muscles. She let out a sigh as the fatigue escaped and her muscles relaxed. I continued to rub her feet for another 15 minutes when it hit ; I hadn't even realized it but suddenly I became aware that I'd been staring at the swell of her butt under the skirt for quite some time now. The dark spot between her legs where her inner thighs met intrigued me. I spent a lot of time staring at it.
I also spent an inordinate amount of time pressing her bums, though she didn't say anything. Next I reached her back. Starting at her shoulder I was coming downwards along her spine when my hand slipped (or maybe I let it slip) and landed rather firmly under her right breast. At this time I couldn't see her breasts as she was facing the other way. For a while I remained frozen, but the jolt that went through her body and the lack of any protest emboldened me. I didn't move my hand away but slowly moved down it till her boob lay squarely in my hand. I grabbed and slowly squeezed it. The answering moan eliminated every doubt I'd ever had.
Then another thing made its presence known. My 6 inches of cock threatening to rip my pants apart. The suppressed fury of two weeks was making itself felt. My mom was inside but caution was thrown to god knows where as my other hand went for the butt I'd been staring at.
; I grabbed her shoulder and spun her round'. Her arms went around me as her mouth found mine my free hand pushing in two fingers into her cunt. Then, I heard my mom getting up inside and broke the contact, stepping away. Nothing more was done that night.
As luck would have had it my mom was to go out of city the next day for a three day trip. She had requested my aunt to watch over me while she was gone. Little had she bargained for what was going to happen in her absence.
We said nothing to each other at dinner that night but both of us knew there would be no points for guessing what was going to happen when my mom left. That night was the hardest I've ever had to live through. I just couldn't sleep and by the time daylight came my dick was hurting from having been erect for so long.
Three agonizing hours before my mom left.