This is my first contribution to Literotica, so feel free to offer some feedback. Special thanks to allykitt for her editing talents. Enjoy!
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Susan ran down the staircase dressed in nothing but what she had been able to find near her bed when awakened by the doorbell -- a sports bra for her 38C tits and an old pair of comfortable, cotton panties. She was furious. Before the crack of dawn on her day off!
She was in decent shape for her age of 43. Firm ass, nice arms, a decent stomach with seductive innie belly button (she'd never been pregnant), and striking black hair resting just above her smooth shoulders.
"This had better be life or death," Susan grumbled out loud as she arrived on the main level of her house, turned on a lamp, and opened the front door. It was late spring, and she half expected to see a band of middle school pranksters or some such rabble running through her front yard. Instead, she saw a familiar 18 year-old boy standing on her porch. The young man was dressed in a tux, rented but sharp, and had a look of complete dejection on his face.
"Hi Aunt Susan," said the young man in a discouraged tone of voice.
"Oh my, come on in Johnny," said Susan as an instinct to comfort replaced her anger at being awakened so early in the morning. "What happened honey?" she added.
Susan and John weren't actually related by blood. Susan's sister wasn't Johnny's mom, but had married Johnny's dad 13 years ago when Johnny was about five. So technically speaking, Susan and Johnny were step-aunt and step-nephew... a trivial distinction that didn't matter at all to either of them. With her barefoot and him in men's dress shoes, they both stood at a height of about 5'11".
"Nothing," Johnny muttered in reply as he schlepped into the house and closed the door behind him. He elaborated, "Nothing except Christine dumping me in the middle of prom for Zach. And he let her!"
"But Zach's your best friend. That's terrible!" exclaimed Susan.
"Was my best friend," John corrected. "And I obviously won't be having anything else to do with Christine after tonight either."
Susan opened her arms wide, visually inviting her nephew to come close so she could give him a big, warm hug. This gave Johnny a perfect view of his aunt's midriff as he approached. The boy let out a loud sigh as he melted into his aunt's arms.
The older woman knew how important this night was supposed to have been for her beloved nephew. He had confided in her during one of their long talks, about a month ago, that his goal was to lose his virginity on prom night. She had reminded him about wearing a condom and all that, and wished him luck. Apparently, wishing Johnny luck hadn't been of much help.
The two had never hugged quite like this before, especially not with Susan half naked. Yet both were immensely enjoying the experience. Susan ran her fingers through John's curly blond hair.
"Mmm," Johnny responded, almost purring.
Despite her good looks, winning personality, and many dates over the years, Susan was still unattached. It's not that she hadn't been with men. She'd been with a lot of them over the years in fact. She just hadn't been able to land the right kind of guy as a long term partner. None of those men had seemed the type to be her friend first and lover second, much less loyal. It was nice to be hugging a guy she knew would treat her right... if they had that kind of relationship.
"I can't believe I'm thinking about him like this!" Susan silently yelled to herself.
Johnny was a bit of a geek. As a result, he had more trouble making friends than most other teenagers. The proof, Johnny thought to himself, was the fact that his supposed best friend and now ex-girlfriend had both betrayed him on the same night. And with each other no less! Johnny relished being in his aunt's arms, for he knew she would never betray him. If only he could convince a woman like her to be with him.
Young John realized at that moment that he didn't mean convince a woman like his aunt, he meant convince the real deal. The feelings Johnny felt welling up inside him were so wrong, yet undeniably and irresistibly right.
Johnny lifted his head from Susan's shoulder and looked into her lovely brown eyes. In turn, she gazed lovingly into her nephew's vibrant baby blues. Susan desperately wanted to comfort her nephew. Johnny wanted to let her.
"Aunt Susan?" asked the teenager, with the rest of his question hidden but understood.
"Shh..." Susan replied as she started to untie her nephew's bow-tie.
Susan removed the teenager's real (not a clip-on) bow-tie from underneath the collar of his dress shirt, squeezing it in one hand as their faces moved closer and closer. Their wet lips met, and Susan immediately opened her mouth. Johnny's tongue slid into his aunt's mouth as if designed solely for that purpose. Each person moaned into the other's mouth and played with the other's tongue.