Home-cumming
"Hi, Mark! Welcome home!" Aunt Helen beamed at me as she mounted the last step from the basement. She strode straight over and threw her arms around me in a warm, wonderfully booby hug. She seemed unaffected at all by the fact that she was wearing only a bath towel, and that it was only very precariously tucked around her ample cleavage.
I, on the other hand, was immediately affected by this and had to carefully angle my hips away as she hugged me so that she wouldn't feel the stiff press of my sudden boner against her toweled tummy. The smell of her skin and hair were every bit as exciting as the sight and thought of her almost naked body pressed really - really! - tightly against me. She held on for what seemed just a bit too long as I struggled to keep my excitement hidden and answer her flurry of questions about school and my trip home.
'Aunt' was a bit of a stretch. She was our dad's friend - close friend, after the divorce. We'd somehow never got around to calling her 'mom', though. Still, her tits were hot and yummy and pressing tightly against my chest.
Finally, she stepped back and I quickly swung my laundry bag off my shoulder to cover the awkward and now achingly hard, uncomfortably cramped bulge of my cock.
Helen smiled and said, "Are you going to go take care of that now?" She peered intently at my laundry. Oh. Good. She was talking about my laundry, not my cock. But I was going to have to take care of that, too.
"Just a couple of things to wash," I said, "but if you're going to take a shower I can wait.
"That's sweet," she smiled, "but as long as you're washing in cold water it should be okay. And if you don't have a full load, there are a couple things of mine in the basket on the counter. No special handling."
"Oh. Okay then. I should probably have room for some of your things."
"Thanks, Sweetie. It's so good to have you home again!" She turned and started up the stairs and I couldn't not look. Her legs were gorgeous. And naked. When she got five steps up, I could see the gloriously round globes of her ass hanging out in the air underneath the towel. Just then, she stopped and turned, and I barely avoided getting caught cold staring.
"If you're hungry," she said, "there's some leftover pizza in the fridge."
"Yeah, thanks! I'll hit that for sure!" I turned straight towards the kitchen and dropped my laundry bag. She chuckled softly in her throat as she went up. I pulled open the fridge but glanced back towards the stairs just in time to see Helen's bare feet and ankles at the top of the stairs and the dangling end of the towel as she stripped it off.
Man was my boner hard! Out of sight now, I adjusted to let it out of my briefs, free to tent the roomier crotch of my trousers. Ah. Much better!
I fished a beer and a slice of pizza out of the fridge and kicked the door closed. I turned and was shocked stiff to see my half-stepsister standing in the kitchen doorway.
Elaine was 'Aunt' Helen's ward, the inherited daughter of an earlier husband's sister, and the bane of my home and sex life, at least at that moment.
"Wow! Looks like you hit the trifecta there, big brother!" She's actually a year and a half older than me, but I could tell by her smirk that she was obviously teasing me about my hardon.
"Elaine! Hi! You're home," I stammered dumbly. "I didn't know."
"Obviously," she grinned with a meaningful stare at my tented trousers. "So, it looks like you're going to be busy for a while. Can I have the car for a bit?"
"Ah, sure."
Before I could budge, Elaine stepped in and deftly fished the fob out of my pocket. "Thanks," she grinned holding the keys up between us. "I guessed that these were the
other
bulge in your pants."
"Well. Glad you guessed right then," I said sheepishly.
"Hm." Elain tilted her head a touch and flashed me an enigmatic half smile. "See you later... big brother!" She twirled around and bounced out of the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "Welcome home! Nice to see you again!" I wondered if that last was another dig intended to embarrass me, but let it go.
I shoved the slice into my mouth and uncapped the beer, then grabbed my laundry bag and headed for the basement. In private for sure now, I set the beer and pizza on the warm, quietly humming dryer and quickly stripped out of my pants and skivvies, letting my cock and balls hang out free and proud while I munched on pizza with one hand and dumped my laundry in the washer with the other.
It made a little over half a load. I added a cap-full of detergent and then dug into the basket on the counter and added Aunt Helen's skirt, a couple of blouses, pants, socks, and - oh my! - a pair of sports bras with milky stains in the cups, and yes! There in the bottom of the basket, two pairs of panties. I held the first one to my nose and inhaled deeply. They were redolent with the scent of her pussy. There were even a couple of red-golden pubes clinging to the hem. I sniffed greedily at the gusset that just a day or so ago had been snuggled against her hot sex, maybe all day long on her plane ride. Ah! Wow!
I rubbed them against my cock and luxuriated in the naughty feeling of the silky, cunt-stained fabric of her intimates pressed against my throbbing boner. I allowed myself just a couple of strokes and then I tossed them in on top of the load and reached for the other pair.
They looked to have been carefully folded and they had an unexpected heft to them as I plucked them out of the basket. I unfolded them in both hands... and they clung together! I carefully peeled the fabric open to reveal a gooey, frosted mess of strands of what looked like Aunt Helen's vaginal juices soaking the gusset of her panties. Oh! Fuck! This was too much!
I stared at the swampy mess in a trance. It was long moments before I dared bring them to my nose. They were ripe as fuck with fresh, hot cuntsauce. She must have just taken them off before I came home. But then... why were they in the
bottom
of the basket? Maybe she was embarrassed that someone would find them and hoped if they did, they'd just dump them in the wash and not notice the thick, creamy, fragrant treasure clinging inside. And what on earth had made her so fucking wet, I wondered.
I licked a tongue full of cunt cream from the sloppy gusset and reveled at the taste and feel of it in my mouth. So slick! So cunty! I was in heaven. I savored the slick feel of her juices on my tongue as my hand, with a mind of its own, deftly wrapped Aunt Helen's dirty, messy, marshy-wet, soaking panties around my throbbing hardon and began to stroke. Oh. Yes! This was going to fix my boner situation quick, fast, and in a cum-gushing hurry!
"You like my panties?" Aunt Helen's soft, purring voice startled me. I froze. I coughed. I quickly tossed the panties into the wash and looked sheepishly over my shoulder.
"Uh. No. I was just... I mean. There was room left in the load and I was just putting them... putting your things..."
