Bobby Wilkins was upstairs in his bedroom, watching television while he sat on his bed. Days like these were perfect: it was early afternoon, he had just had breakfast half an hour ago, and he had nothing to do. The 19 year old was home for the summer after finishing his first year of college.
Most of his classmates would have been out of bed for a while now, working their summer jobs so that they would have money next year for food, gas, and books. Luckily for him, his mother was an executive at a prominent accounting firm. Money was the last thing he had to worry about.
It wasn't as if he was lazy; he tried applying for work study on campus, only to be told that his mother made too much money, so they would rather give jobs to students who didn't have a parent with such deep pockets. He'd also tried applying for menial jobs around the area, only for all of them to get taken by other college students, or underachieving graduates. His mother didn't care; as long as he kept his grades high enough to churn out a bachelor's degree in Business, he'd have something to fall back on, in case he ever blew the trust fund he was to receive at age 25.
But, for now, he was content to laze about his mother's huge home, watching any of the many giant flat screen televisions, hanging out by the pool, or eating anything he wanted. In the weeks before the break, his mother had threatened to make him work an unpaid internship at her firm, only to be beaten to the punch by all of her co-workers who already made their kids do the same. The summer was all his.
A shrill ringing cut through the sounds of Starship Troopers: he had received a text on his cell phone. He rolled his eyes as he picked it up and looked down at the screen.
"Your aunt is here. Come downstairs and say hello."
"Why do I have to even say hi to this chick?" Bobby grumbled as he slowly got off of his bed. "I barely know her!"
Bobby's father died when he was only two years old, leaving behind not only a huge life insurance policy payout for him and his mother, but a sister as well. Now, years later, she decided to visit her sister-in-law and nephew for 2 weeks while she visited from Vermont. Personally, he wasn't really a fan of some estranged aunt hanging around the house.
As he trudged down the stairs, he could already hear his mother and his aunt gabbing away like geese. Reaching the ground floor, he made his way into the living room, and was stunned to see his mother sitting next to a plump woman on the couch. Compared to his mother, a waifish woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, his aunt was a definite BBW (big beautiful woman). She had dark red hair, a beautiful, dimpled face, and full pink lips. Though she definitely had double chins, they did not detract from her beauty in the slightest.
"Well, hello, handsome!" the woman said to him.
"Uhh...hey."
"Bobby, this is your Aunt Barbara," his mother said. "Come over here and say hello!"
As Bobby walked towards the couch, Aunt Barbara rose and held out her open arms for a hug. Aunt Barbara wore a denim dress, and a Grateful Dead t-shirt, and atop her head were a pair of large, round-lens sunglasses. Though her wardrobe was slightly hippie, it wasn't what caught Bobby's eye. He was more preoccupied with his aunt's prodigious bosom. Her assets wobbled with each step she took towards her stunned nephew.
"Oh, it's so good to see you!" she crowed as she pressed her nephew against her doughy body.
Don't get wood. Don't get wood. DON'T GET WOOD!
Bobby bit his lip as he found his face smashed into his aunt's ample bust. He couldn't remember having to try so hard to stave off an erection before. His aunt smelled of some kind of fruit-scented shampoo. Also, he noticed that her arms were covered with a layer of fine hair.
As his mother and aunt sipped wine and caught up, he sat there in polite silence, answering the occasional questions of "How old are you? ", and "What are you in college for?" Bobby had pictures of his dad in his bedroom, and Aunt Barbara looked nothing like him, which was kind of a relief, considering the licentious thoughts that were racing through his head. He was tempted to grab a glass of wine himself and maybe a cold shower after that.
"Whew!" Aunt Barbara said. "It sure is hot in here! I'm not used to these Southern summers. It sure gets hot in Tennessee!"
"Do you want me to crank up the AC?" Mrs. Wilkins offered.
"No, don't trouble yourself. For all I know, it could be the wine that's getting me all toasty."
With that, Aunt Barbara grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. As she tried to extricate her head from the shirt, Bobby caught sight of the large thatches of dark hair under her armpits. He probably never would have seen them if she hadn't raised her arms, since her upper arms were as big as hams.
And then he hit the mother lode.
With the shirt removed, he had a better view of his aunt's beautiful bodice. He only had a few seconds to glace at her prodigious chest, which was barely contained by the dress. Peeking out of the denim shoulder straps were white bra straps; Bobby could only guess what her cup size was. It was more than he could take. He had to get out of here.
"I'll be upstairs," Bobby said to the women as politely as he could.
"I'll call you down for dinner," his mother called after him as he retreated up the stairs. "We're having barbecue!"
After returning to his room, Bobby took the coldest of showers, hoping the water would somehow cleanse him of the impure desires he was feeling towards his poor aunt.
Later that night, he came downstairs to join his mother and aunt for dinner. His mother had spent the afternoon with Aunt Barbara, showing her around the downtown district. The two of them had brought back dinner: ribs, mashed potatoes, green beans, garlic bread, and baked beans.
The three of them were enjoying some nice beers with their food, which helped Bobby to join in on the conversation as well. Aunt Barbara had him and his mother in stitches with all of her funny stories as a travel agent in Vermont, plus a wealth of dirty jokes. She proudly boasted that, at 44 years old, she was making sure to live life to the fullest. She even regaled her relatives with stories of her many vacations around the world. Even with her well-displayed bust, Bobby was having a better time of seeing his aunt in a more familial light.
"Lemme try these ribs," Aunt Barbara said, as she finished her garlic bread. "I've been wanting to try these bad boys since we bought them. It was torture, smelling them in the car on the ride home."
She grabbed a bunch of ribs and began to devour them. While his mother continued to eat, Bobby stared at his aunt as she sucked the meat off of the bones. She was undoubtedly the messiest eater he had ever seen. She didn't bother to chew with her mouth closed, her fingers and lips were smeared with barbecue sauce, and she noisily sucked and licked the bones.
For some strange reason, he found her uncouth eating style oddly arousing. He could feel his dick becoming rigid in his pants. He had to leave the table immediately; otherwise, he'd be pitching a tent at the dinner table.
After summoning an image of his naked, elderly Humanities teacher in order to stave off his erection, he faked a yawn and bade his mother and aunt a quick goodnight, taking care not to look at Aunt Barbara's messy face as he left. With each step upstairs, he allowed his erection to develop fully. When he was at last inside of his bedroom, he quickly ran to the bathroom, grabbed a lotion bottle, and removed his clothes.
"I can't believe that I'm about to beat it to my aunt," he sighed as he jumped into bed and squirted the lotion into his palm.
"Bobby? Wake up, Bobby!"
Bobby heard a voice calling to him through the darkness of his sleep. Why did his mother have to wake him up so early? He rolled over to face her so that he could ask what she wanted, but as his eyes began to adjust to the morning light, he realized that it wasn't his mother calling him.
Standing beside his bed was Aunt Barbara. Realizing that she was in his room brought everything rapidly into focus. Suddenly, he became aware of the fact that he was naked underneath his sheets; he must have fallen asleep after masturbating to the very same woman standing in his room.
"Hey, I need your help. I don't know how to work the remote for the television downstairs."
