My Aunt Mary had some issues, most notably with her marriage. She was a thin little woman of about 35 years with long jet black hair, a tiny waist, a little bubble butt, and very perky 32 A, or possibly B cup tits, with upturned nipples that showed through the tight T shirts she liked to wear, almost never with a bra.
She was as we say in Texas, cute as a bug.
And she was a flirt. She had been brushing her little tits on me since I got home from college, and giving me that sly look with her ice blue eyes.
She was my mom's youngest sister. I was 5 years old when my mom died from a stroke. The still teen aged Mary developed a bond with me and my sisters, and always stayed in close contact with us as we grew. She was clearly our favorite aunt, and very protective. She did her best to make sure we were always taken care of.
About 5 years ago, her husband Joey gave her a pretty bad beating, so she shot him.
But Mary was a terrible shot, and the bullet just grazed him.
He seemed to have learned his lesson though, and he treated her pretty well for a few months.
Then he beat her again, and of course, she shot him again. Still a poor shot, but this one jacked up his arm pretty good. A messy divorce followed quickly.
Aunt Mary grew ever closer with my wife Laura and I. We did things like fixing up her house and car for her, we went places together, and had a lot of fun.
My wife and I were avid shooters, and we taught Aunt Mary to be an above average shot. I learned not to shoot pool with Aunt Mary, at least not for money.
In her youth, she had earned money hustling guys in bars, pretending to be drunk and stupid, then running the table on them. Not only could she shoot pool, she could hold her liquor like a man twice her size.
But Aunt Mary couldn't let go of those issues.
Sooner than I expected, she was seeing Joey.
Laura tried to talk to Mary about it, but to no avail.
"I love him." Mary told her. "He makes me do bad things."
About 2 years after the divorce, they were walking down the aisle again.
Joey made good money, and he did a lot of things to regain Mary's trust.
New car, big diamonds, remodeled the house, and remodeled Mary's tits.
The best plastic surgeon in Dallas did a fantastic job on Mary's tits, and now she was sporting a firm round pair of 32 DD's under her tight T shirts, still almost always without a bra. On her thin 5 foot 1 inch frame, they looked enormous.
I'll never forget the Christmas party, when all the men were gathered around the tube watching football.
Mary popped in to the room, in a tight t shirt with no bra as usual.
"Show us your new tits Mary!" Joey said drunkenly. Mary pulled her shirt up and her perfect tits fell free.
Uncle Charles almost shit his pants. Aunt Ella almost came unglued on him for the way he stared lustfully at his own sister's tits.
Later I pulled Ella aside. Ella was a 5 foot 6 natural blonde, with clear blue eyes, and tits just as big as Mary's were now. Only Ella's were real. A narrow wasp waist and just a touch of roundness on her hips and buttocks made Ella quite a package, even in her early 40's.
"Aunt Ella, you know you're way prettier than Aunt Mary." She knew she was.
"Don't be too hard on Uncle Charles, there's no guy in the world that wouldn't have stared. If I had a choice between you and Aunt Mary, I'd pick you in a minute."
She seemed to think that was vaguely creepy, but she agreed to forgive him.
She was my aunt by marriage, and Uncle Charles was a dick. For years I'd thought how much I'd love to fuck Aunt Ella.
Now she knew it, and while she seemed flattered, she always kept her distance from me after that.
***
Joey being Joey, it was only a matter of time till he beat her again.
And Mary being Mary, and being an above average shot now, she emptied the clip of a .45 automatic through the center of his chest. He would never beat her again.
There was little question he had it coming, but the police in the suburb of Dallas she lived in felt they had to arrest her for something.
Aunt Mary agreed to a plea bargain, and served 90 days in jail for discharging a firearm within city limits.
Aunt Mary got out of jail, none the worse for the wear. Her employer was very supportive, and had generously paid her legal fees. Her job for was waiting for her on the day she was released.
She adjusted very well, after the initial shock of having killed her husband, but she just couldn't bear to stay in the house any longer.
She put it on the market, and rented a smaller house, two streets over from us. Once more, she was a regular sight in our home.
And she was still a flirt. Only now it was almost painfully hard to resist when she put her big round tits on me. She wasn't just brushing them lightly on my arm anymore, she was positively mashing them against whatever part of my body she found handy. And I loved it!
For a lot of reasons other than Aunt Mary's flirting, my marriage to Laura had collapsed. She bitched constantly about stupid things, and she had really let her body go.
When I met her she had the finest butt I had ever seen, and a pretty face, with wide set green eyes. Her thick blonde hair was always perfectly groomed, both on her head and on her tight wet pussy, which I jammed my thick 8 inch cock in to every day.
At first that is. Now once a month was about all I could expect.
When we were dating Laura would pull the head of my dick in to her mouth at just about any time, and swirl her tongue gently around it while her soft hand slid smoothly up and down my shaft, until she felt it begin to throb, Then she would pull my cock all the way in while I pumped my hot thick load straight down her throat.
She hadn't done that in years now. My once beautiful wife was starting to look more like Shrek.
The divorce was arranged, and immediately we started to get along better.
It wouldn't be final till the end of the month, but I prepared to move in to a new apartment anyway, which would be ready on Friday.
Laura had no problem with me staying, we didn't work the same days anyway, so it wasn't like we'd be hanging out together.
Sunday night we actually enjoyed a very nice fuck, the best we had had in a long time.
***
Monday was one of my days off. I worked four 10 hour shifts a week. I really loved the extra day off.
I had slept late and was lounging on the couch just before noon, when the phone rang. I reached over and picked it up.
"What are you doing?" said the familiar voice of Aunt Mary. It was the quirky way she started every conversation on the phone.
"Laying on couch." I replied.
"Lemme talk to Laura for a minute."
"She's working, she'll be home around 4. Want me to tell her to call you?"
"Four! That gives us around four hours!"
Aunt Mary was always saying crap like that. But she never followed through on it.
"You bet it does! I just got out of the shower, why don't you come on over!" I said, with a tone of mock seriousness she had heard before.
"Be there in 5 minutes!" she laughed, and we said our goodbyes.
3 minutes later I heard that light but rapid knock on the door that could only be one person. I quickly opened it, and there, in all her glory, stood Aunt Mary.
The tight T shirt she was wearing allowed her big firm tits to sway gently from side to side. It was 100 degrees in the Texas sun, and still her erect nipples looked ready to burst through the soft fabric.
A thin film of sweat moistened her skin.
She walked in and hugged me, smashing her tits against my chest, and thrust her leg out backward to kick the door shut with a loud slam.
She stood on her toes and mashed her lips against mine. Our tongues were swirling in each others mouths. My hands grabbed both cheeks of her firm bubble butt, and pulled her hips tight against mine.
When we broke our kiss, Aunt Mary turned around and pressed her tight little butt against my crotch and rocked her hips in a circle.
My arms wrapped around her, and my hands slid up under the tight T shirt to massage her big firm tits. I had wanted to do that for so long!
"Where's the bedroom sugar?" she said, although she knew good and well where it was, and was already leading me to it by the hand.
Now we stood kissing at the edge of the king sized bed. I lifted Mary's shirt off over her head while she expertly unbuttoned my jeans and worked the zipper down.
My long thick cock was fully erect, and sprung straight out to slap against Mary's bare belly.
She slid her pants off and pulled me down on to the bed, spreading her legs wide for me to mount her.
"I don't have any rubbers, but I'll pull out." I said as her hand encircled my throbbing cock, guiding it to the silky opening of her neatly trimmed pussy.
"You don't ever have to pull out of me, sweetie." she muttered.
I pushed gently, and my long thick penis slid to the bottom of my aunt's vagina in one smooth stroke.
