"So nice of you to make it!" Nick's grandmother said as she opened the door.
Nick, his father, and mother, were the last to arrive at his grandparents' house. Ms. Jones came out of the dining room and greeted everyone.
"Sorry about that, I was putting out some more plates," she said.
One by one, she hugged each member. Nick held her tightly, soaking in the feeling of his aunt's massive, soft breasts squished against his chest. Her plain grey t-shirt didn't leave a lot to the imagination either with it clinging to them so tightly. Nick got a quick glimpse at Ms. Jones' deep cleavage before she turned to talk with his father.
"Well, come on now. Lunch is ready," Nick's grandfather said while ushering everyone into the dining room.
Nick sat next to his aunt on one side of the table while his grandparents and parents took to the other side.
"It's so nice to see you again, sis," Nick's father said to Ms. Jones.
"Oh, it's always nice to see family. I wish it could be like this everyday," Ms. Jones said back. "It looks like this'll be the third year now without Robert..."
The table grew quiet and solemn after Ms. Jones brought up Robert.
"I can't believe it's already been three years since your husband died," Nick's mother said.
"He always did like going for morning swims at the lake, but who would have known that that morning would be the one where he'd have a heart attack while doing it," Ms. Jones said.
"I'm kinda sad that Mark's not here either", Nick said.
"Well, Mark has his studies up North, so there was no way he could have made it down here without it affecting his schooling," Nick's mother said.
"That's my son. Once he sets his mind on something, he doesn't stop until he gets it," Ms. Jones said.
An awkward silence fell upon the table before Nick's grandfather spoke up.
"We can talk while we eat because the food's getting cold," he said.
Nick's grandmother returned from the kitchen carrying several platters of sandwiches and sides. Everyone grabbed their portions and got to eating. More mundane and boring chatter occurred around the table throughout the meal. Nick kept glancing over at his aunt, remembering what had occurred between them earlier in the week. Any time he saw her crack a smile, he couldn't help but see all of his cum splattered in her mouth and running down her face like in the pictures.
"How do I bring this up?" Nick asked himself. "She's already sucked me off, maybe if I set the story straight she'll just... roll with it?"
Nick wracked his brain trying to think of a way to further the relationship between him and his aunt, even if she didn't know he was the stranger involved. Before he could think any further, a stroke of luck occurred. Ms. Jones wasn't paying attention and knocked over glass of tomato juice, spilling it on Nick's white shirt.
"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry, Nick," Ms. Jones said while scurrying to dab the spill with napkins.
"Get his shirt in the washing machine before it stains. Tammy, you know how to work that thing better than we do," Nick's grandmother said.
Ms. Jones and Nick quickly got up and hurried to the laundry room. Once the door closed, Nick took his shirt off and threw it in the washer. Ms. Jones' briefly checked Nick's physique before pouring in the detergent and running the machine.
"Been working out?" she said as she tossed a spare shirt to Nick.
"Eh, when I can," Nick replied while wrestling the shirt over his head.
"Sorry about the mess, kiddo," Ms. Jones said with a cringing face.
"No, worries," Nick said in an attempt to reassure her.
The whirr of the washing machine took over the silent room. Nick looked his aunt in the eyes and started remembering that scene again; the one of Ms. Jones standing naked in a stall with ejaculate seeping from her mouth. Nick took a deep breath and reached for his phone. He quickly searched through it before he pulled up the exact picture from his mind.
"Look," he said, keeping his head down and showing Ms. Jones the screen.
Ms. Jones went from smiling to covering her agape mouth in shock. Nick pulled the phone away from her as she went to reach for it.
"H-How did you get that?" Ms. Jones shakily asked.
"Um, about the gas station-"
"That bastard put those pictures online, didn't he?" Ms. Jones said angrily.
Ms. Jones vented out her frustration, preventing Nick from talking.
"I knew that guy was too good to be true! "I'll keep 'em to myself" my ass!"
Ms. Jones put her elbows on the washing machine and buried her head in her hands. She abruptly shot Nick a glare before pulling herself back up.
"Okay, what? What do you want?" Ms. Jones asked Nick in a rude tone of voice. "This is obviously some kind of blackmail, so what do you want to keep quiet? Money? Buy you booze? Clean your dorm room?"
Nick was stunned by the direction his approach had taken. In the heat of the moment, he gave his reply.
"How about we get together again?" Nick replied in a commanding tone.
Ms. Jones' jaw dropped once again upon hearing his request. Nick tilted his head back and closed his eyes, thinking to himself, "why the fuck did I just say that?" He put his head back down and looked his aunt in the eyes with the most serious expression he could muster. Ms. Jones put her hand on her forehead and let out an inaudible chuckle.
"Is this a joke? Did you really just ask your own aunt that?" Ms. Jones replied, still giggling in disbelief.
