Mom and Aunt Lisa

Whenever Aunt Lisa came to visit, mother would meet her at the front door and quickly invite her inside. The two of them would stand in the entryway: laughing and crying, hugging, and jumping up and down, as if they hadn't seen each other for decades. It was kind of embarrassing to watch, but whenever I mentioned that to either of them they would tell me that I was just jealous.

After they had said their hellos, and wiped their tears, they would head into the kitchen where mom would pop open the oldest bottle of wine from the rack in the cellar and pour it into two glasses. They would talk fast and laugh loudly, leaning forward with their elbows on the island and their butts barely touching the stools they were sitting on as if there were a time limit on everything they needed to say.

Most of it was just about work. The typical, he said, she said, nonsense that women can go on and on for hours about without ever seeming to run out of things to say. I still forced myself to listen in because it was exciting to watch how after all these years the two of them were still so stoked to bash other people for not being perfect.

If I was jealous of anything it was that I didn't have a sibling or close friend to share that type of intimacy with. Someone who would cling to every single word I said and to crave my attention as if it were the very reason for life itself. I had come to believe that even if Mom and Aunt Lisa were separated for decades they would be able to just fall right back into it all without missing a single beat.

After their time in the kitchen they would pop open another bottle and head into the living room where they would finish talking about fashion, famous people, or their favorite new style of SUV. When they were tired of talking they would put on music to dance to or they would just snuggle up and watch movies on the black leather sectional. Mom was into country and rom-coms. Lisa was into metal and horror. As different as they were they always seemed to find things that they both liked.

Then they would get into their pajamas, Aunt Lisa had a drawer in mom's dresser in the bathroom, and head to Mom's bedroom. They would sit on the bed, usually talking about guys they had a crush on, then they'd go to sleep.

This time when Lisa came over, I answered the door. She was wearing a short, pleaded skirt, an Iron Maiden shirt cut to show off her: fit midriff, biceps, ample cleavage; and she was holding a bottle of sparkling apple cider in both of her hands. "Oh, it's you," I said.

"Who is it?" Mom asked, from the kitchen, but then came sprinting past me. "Sis!"

She wrapped her arms around Lisa and started the normal jumping and laughing, but it didn't go quite as expected. "Get some glasses." Lisa said, pushing past her and heading into the kitchen, a serious look on her face.

"I have wine," Mom said, wrapping her fingers around the handle of the cellar door. "A burgundy from 2017."

"I'm trying to cut back," Lisa responded, pulling up her stool and staring at the bottle of cider as if it were a crystal ball. "I think it's time to start considering my future."

"I think you've lost your mind," Mom said, clomping down the stairs into the cellar to grab the burgundy for herself.

I wanted to go in and grab a glass out of the cupboard and hand it to Lisa. I wanted to gaze into her eyes and tell her that I missed her, but I decided not to. It was better to remain out of sight, on the fringe, hanging out in the living room or my bedroom pretending to be playing games or listening to music if I wanted to be able to eavesdrop on their conversations. Today sounded like it was going to be a good one.

When Mom came back up, she popped the top on the bottle, grabbed two glasses, and filled hers with a light colored liquid. Lisa twisted the cap on her bottle and began to pour herself a glass of cider. "That's not a burgundy," she snapped at Mom.

"Obvi," Mom responded. "I'm saving that one for when you come back to your senses and we can enjoy it together like normal people. Maybe I'll even go get some of that good goat cheese from the farmers market and we can sit around with a box of baked crackers and talk about how ridiculous you are being right now."

There was a moment of silence between them, both of them standing there awkwardly holding their drinks without saying anything. It was something I was very surprised to experience. The cheer and frenzied excitement that they normally shared when they got to see each other, just wasn't there this time. It wasn't any less awkward then if someone had released a balloon into the room, and let it fly, squealing through the air, and zooming around in every different direction before exhausting itself and landing on the floor.

"I joined a gym," Lisa said, sitting up on her stool, back straight, voice low. "I think it's time to get this ass in shape," then pausing and circling the rim of her glass with the tip of her finger. "I get to bring a friend for free. You should come with me."

Mom took a slow sip of her wine, then burst into quiet laughter, her blue eyes glowing as she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "I haven't been to a gym in years. Probably since before Zander was born." She said.

If you didn't know them, it would be hard to guess that they were both pushing forty. They were thin and trim, with smooth skin, and not a hint of gray in their hair. Although I wouldn't be surprised if they got some help from a bottle for that.

Lisa was the cool aunt who had gotten me cigarettes because I couldn't buy them myself. She was the rebel who kept everyone guessing with a sweet mischievous charm. Mom was the girl next door, the perfect little homemaker, who was always concerned with what other people thought about her. They both carried themselves with the elegance and grace of someone who had a lifelong friend they could always depend on.

"Tomorrow we are going to go shopping," Lisa said. "Get that sexy little ass some workout clothes and shoes."

"All you're doing is making me want to get even more drunk," Mom said, her lips stretched out in a smile. "Although, that sexy little ass could definitely use some squats."

And just like that they were almost back to their normal selves. Aunt Lisa was drinking cider, but she definitely smelled like she'd been puffing on something a little bit skunky when I met her at the door. They were smiling and happy and that's all that mattered to me even though I was excluded from their fun, little, girls nights.

At one point they busted out a cribbage board and some cards. They were both serious competitors and whenever they played games the conversation died down as they both focused on kicking each other's ass. I queued up for a game and had almost forgotten about them when my mom suddenly burst out screaming. "O-M-G! Are you kidding me?" She asked. "How could you wait this long to tell me?"

I jumped up from my game, ran to the living room, and placed my ear against the wall. It turned out Aunt Lisa was pregnant. She told mom she had met this guy she really liked, that she could see herself being with him for a long time, but she wasn't sure he was ready for commitment. "I think he might be banging someone else," She said.

After Mom won the first game, she got up and got them a bowl of chips and some salsa. I was curious and wanted to hear more. Who was the guy? Was he decent? Did he treat her right? At first, they didn't talk about him. It was all: due dates, ultrasounds, baby showers. Enough to bore a guy to death.

I went back to my room and sprawled out on the bed with some soft, funk music crackling through the speakers on my PC. The only thing I knew about my own dad were the things I heard Mom and Lisa say about him. From what I had gathered, he wasn't really a good or bad person. He was just kind of there, until he wasn't, as I had heard Lisa say. One day, not long after I was born, he told Mom that he had decided to move on from us. And just like that, he was gone.

I didn't know if I would ever be a father. Sometimes I secretly hoped that it would never happen. A dad should be good, or bad even, but not indifferent. Mom had told me many times that I was just like him, floating through the world oblivious to everything around me.

I heard them again from the other room. Lisa was counting pegs, she was winning this time. Mom was chomping on some chips. "What's he like?" She asked. "Is he good in bed?"

"Very!" Lisa answered, quickly. "Kinda rough, but I like it that way." They kept talking. More girl stuff, and I tried to block it out. I must have fallen asleep right after that.

When I woke up the room was mostly dark, but the door was cracked open sending a wedge of light into the darkness. "Zander...are you in there?" Lisa asked.

I sat up and rubbed at my eyes with my fist. "Yeah, come in," I responded.

Lisa tip-toed across my bedroom floor --- as if she were afraid to make too much noise and wake someone --- hands up in front of herself, fingers curled. She sat on the edge of my bed and placed her hand on my chest. "Did you hear the good news?" she asked.

"Yeah," I responded, rolling over to face her and taking her hand between both of mine. "You are gonna be a great mother."

Lisa chuckled. "We, silly. We are gonna make great parents," she said.

"What?" I asked, as I blew out a sigh and she leaned down and pressed her lips against mine, splitting them with her tongue, before sitting up again.

"You're going to be an amazing daddy," she added, sliding her hand down the front of my pants and grasping my manhood which had started to wake up once it noticed her tongue in my mouth.

"Are you sure you are ready for this type of commitment?" I asked, shivering as her cold hand slid up and down my warm cock, then cupped my aching balls.

Aunt Lisa had always been an independent woman, roaming around the countryside in her Jeep Renegade, and sometimes taking trips to other countries. She had never had anything to tie her down except for a tiny, little, lap dog that mom had bought her for her birthday one year, but that didn't last very long. She was free, a wandering woman.

She pulled back the covers, exposing my long, hard, cock. "I think I'm finally ready to settle down," she assured me, gripping my shaft in both of her fists and slipping the tip into her mouth.

I loved Aunt Lisa. She was kind, and beautiful, and gave the best head I had ever gotten, bar none. She was smart, and told the best stories. I especially loved the one about riding a mule up a hillside in Peru. I would definitely love to travel with her and experience the wonders of the universe by her side. But I'm only eighteen. I have my whole life in front of me, and there is a whole world of pussy out there that needs to be slain. "What if I'm not ready?" I asked.

But it seemed like she didn't hear me. Instead, she forced my dick into her mouth. Taking the head all the way into her throat until she coughed and gagged. I expected that she would jerk forward, quickly removing the culprit, but she didn't. She slid it back slowly over her soft, moist tongue, just far enough for her to catch her breath. Then she jammed it in again, even further this time, gagging so hard I could feel her stomach churning as if she was ready to throw up, her top lip gripping the shaft of my dick, her tongue searching for the shriveled underskin of my balls which was out of its reach. I was so hard that I knew I was going to cum any minute. I could feel my testicles churning as if they wanted to send a hot load up my shaft and down Aunt Lisa's throat into her belly. "You don't have to be," she said, pulling her pajama shirt up over her head to expose her round, firm breasts. "I've always been strong enough to take care of myself. That won't change anytime soon," she added, scooting close enough for me to suck a nipple into my mouth. But she let go of my cock as if she was punishing me, and it just bounced back and forth like a loose spring.

The problem was I believed her. She didn't need me. Somewhere deep inside I was afraid that she would meet some other guy and move on. I had no delusions that I was Lisa's first, or that she didn't have a line of other guys just waiting to climb into the sack with her and fuck her brains out. For all I knew she was currently fucking two or three of them in the times between sneaking into my room to fuck me. "Okay," I replied. But both of us could hear the uncertainty in my voice. Lisa was a prize, one both of us knew that no man would want to lose.

I was still trying to keep my lips on her nipple when she shucked off her panties, straddled me, reached down between her legs and guided my cock into her sopping wet pussy. "We've got to be quiet," she said. "Your mom is passed out, but sometimes she can be a light sleeper."

I didn't know why she was preaching to me. Aunt Lisa was extremely vocal when we fucked, especially when she was on top. She would ride me like I was a bull she was trying to stay on top of; her thighs gripping my sides, and her hands tearing at the skin and hair on my chest. The bed bouncing off the wall like a battering ram trying to break down the gate of an enemy city. But that time she was quiet and calm, like a cool breeze on a warm evening. She twisted instead of bouncing, grinding me up inside of her like a pepper shaker. Her back was straight and her hands worked their way up from my stomach to my chest as she leaned in for another kiss. "I want to cum in your ass tonight," I whispered.

Not many things in life were off limits for Aunt Lisa. Some would probably even go as far as to call her a freak, not only in bed, but in life in general. She was one of those people who lived life on the edge, no excuses or regrets. But when it came to shoving stuff up her asshole, it was an absolute no, no way, never gonna happen. But now it seems a bit different. I heard her tell Mom that she could see herself being with me. It felt like time for her to give it to me, to let me claim that ass as my own. "Not a chance!" she said. "But I'll let you smell it." She flipped around and put her perfect, round ass right in my face and sucked my nuts into her mouth.

When you're a dude and a hot chick walks past, there's always one simple question you have to answer, tits or ass. I'm not gonna lie, I like tits, I would definitely take a girl with bazookas over a girl with bug bites, but for me, it's all about the ass. A wise man once said that he likes 'em big and juicy, and I definitely have to agree, although I'm definitely not picky. I like to pinch it, grab it, squeeze it, smack it, bite it, lick it, suck it, fuck it. It doesn't matter. I just want to be all up in it, and Aunt Lisa has an amazing ass. It's not too big, and it's not too small. It's just the perfect size to dig my fingers into without them sinking in too far. I'm also glad she washes it, because I used my hands to spread her crack wide open and bury my face in it, letting my nose cuddle up to her puckered, little hole. "Geez!" I exclaimed, after making a sniffing sound. "Don't you ever wipe?"

This time when Aunt Lisa choked on my cock it was because she was laughing so hard. "I think I wiped," she said, reaching back and rubbing her hand over her crack before smelling her fingers. "Liar."

I slipped out from underneath her and inched her forward, keeping my hands on her hips. "Then why does it smell like shit?" I asked, getting up on my knees.

"You better not!" She said, flinching as I pressed my dick against her anus, before attempting to slide it back into her pussy which was now dry after having been wet for so long. Of course I wanted to slip it into her sewage hole, but I would never disrespect my aunt's wishes, no matter how horny I was. Instead I smacked her ass and grabbed a fistful of her hair which led to a well of moisture between her legs.

I entered her slowly, watching her fingers dig into the blanket, as my thick cock spread her lips wide open. She gasped, mostly from pleasure, but also from relief that I hadn't slammed it into her ass. "I'd still be there for you," I said. "I'd support you in every way I possibly could."

This seemed to anger Aunt Lisa, and she started fucking me back, matching every one of my strokes with a thrust of her own. "I'm...uh...fine...ahh...with...ugh...that...uh," she whimpered through a cock barrage, but it was obvious that these weren't the words she was hoping for in this situation.

"You know I love you Aunt Lisa," I moaned, my legs trembling, my dick hard as a goddam rock, doing everything I could to not send a load flying at my future child.

"Now you're just being a jerk," she said, as she turned to look at me. Her face twisted up as if she had just sucked on a lemon. "Spit on it!" She said through barred teeth.

"What?" I asked, as I buried my fingers into her ass cheeks.

"Spit on my asshole, you jerk," she screamed.

"Are you sure?" I asked, splitting her cheeks and getting a big loogie ready just in case she actually meant it.

"Hurry up before I change my mi..." She tried, but I interrupted her with a stiff boner in her butthole.

"Ahhh...!" She screamed into her hand, the pain evident in her voice.

"Sorry!" I said, stopping abruptly, and giving her a shove forward that almost knocked her right off the bed and onto the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She asked, catching herself on the edge of the bed and looking up at me like a ball of yarn that had just gotten batted across the room by the paw of a feisty little kitten."I want you to claim it," she said. "I want you to own every part of me."

"I don't want to hurt you, Baby," I said, the honey dripping from my loving lips.

She turned around, licked her hand, and wiped it across her asshole, then spread her cheeks wide open for me. "Take it," she begged.

This time I went in slowly. Letting her feel every inch of the long, thick, cock and it slid past the opening and spread her to her limits. She panicked, burying her face into the pillow as she screamed from the depths of her soul. I was already way too excited, so I didn't last long, blowing a hot wad into her bowels.

When I finished, we both laid on my bed naked, staring up at the darkness separating us from the ceiling. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, not just as an aunt, but as the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but I still wasn't even sure if I believed it. I couldn't tell for sure but I thought she was crying. "I gotta go shit this out." She said, jumping up and heading out my bedroom door.

"Aunt Liza..." I tried, but she didn't look back.

I must have fallen asleep right after that. When I woke up, someone had opened the shades over my window. The sun had barged right into my room and had chased away any ability to sleep. All of the memories from the night before came rushing back in like water over the edge of a porcelain bathtub. I laughed to myself. It took me getting a lady pregnant in order for me to convince her to let me pop her anal cherry. I thought about Aunt Lisa's ass and started to get hard again, when a knock came at my door.

"Come in," I invited, hoping it was Aunt Lisa heading back for round two. In walked my mom wearing a robe that was open in the front exposing more of herself to me than I had ever seen before.

"I want a baby," she said, as she cinched her robe in front of her and headed toward my bed.