Housekeeping: All characters are fictional. All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 or older. Constructive criticism is welcome. I don't know if i want this to be a one off or a series, I'm still deciding. Hopefully you enjoy.
BTW, this story sidelined a lot of other things that i have working. Please be patient.
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Candace storms into her master bedroom. The sexual frustration is emanating off of her. Her phone gently spins through the air to bounce on her bed. She yanks her yoga pants down as quickly as she can. It holds onto her left ankle as she yanks open the top drawer of her dresser. She peeks in quickly and grabs the first dildo she sees. She quickly crawls onto the bed and flops down on her back. Her feet are planted far enough apart to allow her to plunge the sex toy into her weeping twat.
She ruminates on her lack of sexual partners for the past couple of years. She is angry with herself. She berates herself. Telling herself that she should have known better than to make a pass at one of the fitness trainers at the gym. She should have seen all of the signs that he was married. She should have noticed that he mostly pays attention to men. She should have known when she saw him groping one of her male friends.
Once she has the fake dick coated in her juices, she grabs her phone. Her thumb flies across the screen to load porn. She scrolls as she lazily pulls the cool rubber out before pushing it back in. Her anger at not have someone paying attention to her. She pulls up MILF porn so that she can imagine that she's the one getting railed by a random stranger.
Candace finds a woman that looks similar to her. Bleached blonde hair with long dark roots. Eyebrows that match her roots. And what she perceives as a witch's nose. Stretch marks on her stomach and breasts. She hates the way that they look on her. She loves all three of her children, but they did some damage to her body during the pregnancies.
She didn't pay attention to the tags or the title of the video. The plunger in her pussy increases in speed as she watches the woman get fucked hard by a man that is obviously younger. Another woman of similar age to the first woman.
Candace can plainly hear the guy say, "Oh, auntie. You have the best pussy," as he thrusts into her creamy pussy. He is holding onto her hips, lifting her up to him.
Candace can hear a lawnmower in the distance. The combined sounds trigger her memories of Tyler. Her oldest nephew that comes by over the weekends to help her with maintaining the house and property. She remembers how he looked at the beach last month. It's the first time that she's seen him topless since his 18th birthday in the spring.
Candace feels guilty as she clicks the phone off and starts hammering away with the now warm rubber phallas. She lowly moans as she twists the dildo when it's fully set inside of her channel. Her sex is quickly closing in on her orgasm.
Her hand runs up her chest shoving her crop top and sports bra off of her breast. She pinches and tweaks her nipple. She is licking her lips rapidly as she tries to keep her tongue under control. She is panting hard.
"Oh! Shit! I'm so sorry!" Candace hears a intimately familiar voice that she can never forget or mistake.
Her hand freezes in place and she looks up between her knees to see Tyler at her bedroom door. His face is flushed red. His blush trails down his neck. He turns away and jogs off.
"Fuck!" Candace yells. She yanks the rubber dick out of her drenched vagina out with a lascivious slurping noise. The pop at the end startles her.
She scrambles to get dressed appropriately to go find and talk to her nephew. She hates the uncomfortable feeling of trapping all of her cream and cum back into her panties. She knows that her yoga pants are going to have a huge wet spot. Visible for anyone to see.
She leaps off of the bed and rushes to catch up with the young man. She finds him in the kitchen with his head under the running faucet. She slides to a stop just past the doorway.
"Hey, bestie." Candace starts. She is trying to inject a sense of calm into her voice. "Can we talk? I, uh, um, I'm sorry, dude. I didn't remember that you were going to be here." He pulls his head out from under the running water, turning the water off. He won't look at her. "I'm dressed now, buddy. I'm not nekkid anymore." He grabs a towel from the counter to dry his hair. He slowly peeks out from behind the towel.
"I didn't know that you were, um, busy?" he tentatively replies.
She pulls a chair out from the kitchen table and sits down. "Can we talk? I mean... this seems important to deal with." Tyler looks at her suspiciously. "I don't want my bestie afraid to be around me. Much less afraid to talk to me."
He grunts acknowledgment. He tosses the towel into the sink. He then plunks his ass into a chair opposite of her.
Candace sucks in her breath to start talking. There are too many different things that she wants to say. But can't decide where to start. "I, uh, I, um, bestie?"
"I'm still here, Candy. I mean Aunt Candace. I'll wait for you to say what you need to."
"I hate that name. And I hate that my sister..."
"My mother."
"Same bitch." Tyler glares at her. "*cough* Same woman. Anyway, I want you to call me whatever you feel comfortable with. We can't help it that was also my stage name. It's still my name." Tyler's face eases as he sighs. "So..." Candace waves her hands over the table. "This is my fault. I should've remembered that you were here mowing the lawn. I should've have thought about the possibility that you would be here."
"Candy, it's ok. I should've realized what was going on, and not interrupted you."
"What do you mean? I was really quiet. I'm normally really quiet."
"I could smell you from the back door, Candy."
Her hands leap to cover her mouth, "Ohmahgawd!" It's Candace's turn to blush. Just like her nephew the skin on her neck flushes as well. "You could smell me?!?" Candace feels mortified. "And then you saw me?!?" She starts to shrink into her chair.
"Yeah, I could smell you. Why are you embarrassed?" Tyler is starting to feel confused and insulted.
"Your old stretched out auntie was on full display. I, I, I... fuck, I acted like my ole stripper self in front of my own nephew!" She stands up fast enough that her chair clatters on the kitchen tile. "Fuck! I'm such a fucking slut." She runs from the kitchen. He is barely able to keep up with her before she slams her bedroom door on him. He is already exhausted from the yard work. She jumps onto her bed and pulls the covers over her body. Her face is buried in a pillow. Tyler walks over to the bed and hears her at the breaking point of sobbing into her pillow.
"Aunt Candace. Candy. It's ok. I'm embarrassed that I didn't give you the space that you've taught me to give women. I fucked up. Not you." Tyler says in a hopefully soothing voice. He rubs what he hopes is her shoulder or back through the blanket.
"You don't understand, Tyler. I was beating the shit out of my pussy because I was frustrated that I ain't had sex in three years, and I made a pass at one of my fitness instructors at the gym. I'm a slut."
A monosyllabic grunt escapes Tyler's throat. "Being horny doesn't make you a slut. Having sex with anything that moves and not caring about who it is, that makes you a slut," Tyler rebuts.
She peeks out of the blanket to look at him, "Now you're just mansplaining. And you aren't even being consistent with the other guys. I'm a slut. I want dick. I want it on a daily basis. And I don't care if I have multiple partners. I just want to have fun and feel like I'm someone at least kinda important to my partner."
"That's still not a slut, Candy." Tyler refuses to back down. His aunt is one of the most important women in his life.
"The fuck I ain't!" she shouts, throwing the covers off of her. "Look at me! I'm a slut! I've got stretch marks from having kids with three different men. That I will remind you, that I met at the strip club when I was working there. My tits are sagging because I've let so many guys suck on them while fucking me. And my pussy is so fucking loose! I lost count of how many guys I had in high school and college. I'm fucking lucky that the only times I had unprotected sex is when I got pregnant." Candace keeps pawing at her body as she lists off her litany of sins. She feels highly motivated to prove to her nephew that she is a horrible person.
He is the one person that she still worries about their opinion about her. His mother / her eldest sister? Not so much. She has already put up with the years of insults that she isn't a good enough mother, good enough woman, or a proper Christian. Candace already knows that her sister feels that her relationship with her nephew is inappropriate due to their close emotional bond. Practically enmeshed.
Candace babysat Tyler for so many years. She cared for him when his mother was at work or university. Candace's worst sin, in her sister's eyes, was to have sex with her boyfriend 'of the week' while Tyler was asleep several nights that Candace was babysitting.
The only reason that Candace has not been completely cut out is because Tyler would throw epic level tantrums if Candace was not allowed to babysit or visit for the holidays for more than two months. The tantrums got so bad that his mother took him to a specialist in child psychology to assess him if he was being abused. Candace's sister was thoroughly displeased when the psychologist aimed the blame at her, Tyler's mother, rather than the aunt for his poor behavior.
It slowly dawns on Candace that Tyler isn't saying much as she is bitching about how ugly she is and how promiscuous she had been. She looks up from the flesh she has bunched up in her fingers to his face. He is blinking at random intervals as she stares at her belly 'fat.'
"Ohmahgawd. You think I'm fat. I thought I was the only one." she whines. Tears are welling up in her eyes.
His eyes snap up to look into hers. His hands seemingly teleport to cover her mouth and hold her head so that she can't back away.
"Don't. Just don't. Fucking... Just don't, Candy."
She pulls his hand off of her mouth. She leaves the hand on the back of her neck because she likes the warmth of his flesh against her skin. She looks at him longingly. "Why can't I find a dude like you? Even for the night?" She asks him. "Anyway. Ty. I know I'm ugly. I know that I'm a slut. And I especially know that I'm already used up." She moves over to sit in his lap. "How sick am I? My literal best friend in the entire world is my nephew that's ten years younger than me. I've read studies about how someone in my position is fucked up in the head."
Candace rests her forehead against his neck. "I'm so not adjusted. What's the term my shrink used? 'Not socially adjusted, or appropriately socialized?' I can't remember."
"Please stop. Aunt Candy."
She twitches at that name. "Yeah... I think I hate that even more than you calling me Aunt Candace." She continues. "How pathetic am I? I'm whining to my nephew about my lack of a sex life while curled up in his lap. This has got to be why I can't get a guy interested in me..."
