Kyle didn't sleep much that night.
Nor did his beloved Auntie Sue, a marvelously sexy 66-year-old woman with whom he'd taken refuge, after fighting with his grandmother, Sue's sister, about misplaced money. The pair had a lovely evening of conversation, food, cocktails and even a little dancing.
And that's where the trouble began, trouble neither saw coming, trouble defined as a closeness between aunt and nephew bordering on the sexual. A tight embrace in dancing led to an unexpected stolen kiss, leading to confusion, and unrelenting want, on both sides of their generational divide.
They'd gone to bed in their rooms, but with shame and lust gripping them both separately, had found each other's soiled under-things in the bathroom, had their way with them, experiencing shatteringly wonderful orgasms as they lay in their own darkness.
It all led to a restless night for both, uncertain what the new day would bring.
Kyle woke to the smell of coffee, and slight clattering in the kitchen, where Sue set about making pancakes, the boy's favorite breakfast. He listened and wondered and questioned himself. They'd both had a good deal to drink the night before. He hoped she'd forgotten what happened. And at the same time prayed she had not.
Sue had woken earlier, quietly looking in on her handsome nephew, the taste of his cum still in her mouth from the sock, her sock, one she'd sucked clean of his sperm hours earlier, a sock the boy had used to relieve himself in. He lay peacefully, the thin sheet covering him and clinging to his muscular young body, outlining his form and between his thighs, the cock she'd dreamed about during her fitful slumber.
"What am I doing, what the hell am I doing?" she thought to herself, closing the door and trying to ignore the tingling in her loins.
She went into the kitchen, still in her non-descript, age-appropriate frilly negligee that revealed a hint of wrinkled cleavage at the top, and covered most of her long, solid, tanned legs below, shuffling along in flip flops she'd slipped into. It was nothing that could possibly excite a young man, she thought, but then again, never in a million years had she thought her dirty panties and sweat socks would either.
She walked back to her room as the coffee burbled and slipped into a mid-thigh pair of white shorts and a tight white t-shirt, all that white offsetting her marvelous tan, feeling naughty and energized as she did.
Kyle pulled on a pair of sweat pants, and on top a shirt bearing the logo of the local college his parents had hoped he would attend after high school, not quietly expressing their disappointment that he did not. He took a deep breath and stepped into the hall, walking to the kitchen.
At that precise moment, Sue bent over to pick up a fork she'd dropped, and the first thing Kyle's wide eyes saw were the backs of his aunt's long, supple legs. The tanned skin had pulled tight, her usually somewhat saggy hamstring muscles taut and sinewy, her calves solid and shapely, and above it all, just the tiniest hint of a curvy white ass peeking out from her panties just below the hem of her shorts gone shorter as she stooped at the waist.
His dick ached at the sight, despite the ball-wrenching orgasms he had the night before, smelling her, tasting her by proxy through panties and socks. She straightened up, legs now relaxed and loose, returning to their slightly sagging state but no less sexy state. She saw him, turned and smiled.
"Just in time!" she said brightly, pouring him a coffee on the counter in the kitchen's middle that separated it from a cozy little breakfast nook. "Made you pancakes, your favorite!"
"Thanks Auntie Sue," he said with a weak smile, shuffling to her to give her a loving kiss on her silver-haired head, the hair pulled back in a ponytail, revealing the sexiest neck Kyle had ever seen on an older woman, a fold of wrinkled, succulent flesh. "Thanks..."
They sat and ate, making mindless small talk of the weather, of the beach visit she'd promised the night before, anything but the elephant in the room. Then, with a sudden surge toward maturity, Kyle brought it out into the open, stomach churning with doubt.
"About last night, Auntie Sue...the dancing...the, uh..." he said nervously, sitting across from her at the counter, trying not to look into her soft brown eyes.
Her hands stretched out to cover his. He looked down at the old fingers, the tops of her hand delicately marked with age spots that somehow looked so alluring to him, fingers that he imagined wrapped around the cock now in full flower hidden below the counter.
"Kyle, Kyle, don't worry, it was nothing!" she laughed, trying to believe her words. "A kiss, a little kiss, you made me feel so good, so young, so alive, but it was nothing, nothing at all...please, don't worry about it. You love your old aunt and I love you, a sign of affection, that's all, that's all..."
He looked up to those warm eyes, crow's feet crinkling the corners, that soft pucker of wrinkles around her lips, that gloriously sagging flesh of her neck below her chin. He wanted to kiss her again, with meaning, deep and wet, lick and suck at her weathered flesh, and prayed the longing in his eyes wouldn't give him away.
And Sue thought the same thing as she gently worked her fingers on his hands, massaging them, marveling at the soft feel of his young flesh. There was awkward silence that went on too long, and, both feared, betrayed their true feelings.
"OK, OK, whatever you say, Auntie Sue," Kyle finally said, shattering the awful stillness, using a little-boy-caught voice that made her giggle.
"More pancakes?" she said, taking his plate and going to the stove, Kyle's eyes glued to that little butt outlined in her shorts, those thin but very shapely legs below, calves knotting in freckled balls of tanned flesh as she walked.
"Sure, you know me and pancakes," he laughed.
They ate, chatted some more, made plans. Together they made sandwiches for the beach a short walk down the road from Sue's house. Kyle went to change, pulling on a long, baggy bathing suit and t-shirt, and Sue into a bright yellow one piece, with requisite little granny skirt in front, befitting a woman of 66 years.
Sixty-six years. She thought of her age as she dressed, looking into her mirror. Sixty-six years. She thought of how long in those later years she'd gone without sex, her husband long gone, whatever semblance of a sex life they'd had drying up years before. There hadn't been a need, she thought, nor opportunity. Looking at her body, she smiled. It was a good body, she thought, well preserved, lean, fit. She worked at keeping it that way but never noticed anyone noticing it.
Until last night. Until the kiss. Until she felt a flush of excitement she hadn't felt in too many years. Kyle noticed, she thought, and now almost without thinking about it, she tugged off her suit and found another, a revealing and tight white one piece, cut low atop and high on her solid thighs, offering a teasing glimpse of her ass. She looked down and saw the tiniest curls of her unshaven pubic area peeking out from the snug crotch. She tucked them in, felt wetness within as she did, and thought of Kyle. She smiled, almost unwittingly.
She pulled a modest cover-up over her suit, short, gauzy, revealing, and stepped into the kitchen, where Kyle waited, wearing sunglasses. That was a good thing, he thought, as his eyes popped wide as she turned the corner, a vision of elderly sexiness he never thought possible, or thought of at all until last night.
"How do I look?" she said brightly, spinning around in a girlish pose.
"Amazing," he said with too much enthusiasm, reining it in a bit and adding, "Uh, you look great, Auntie Sue, you really do..."
They gathered up the cooler and towels, picked up beach chairs in her garage, and walked, laughing, to the beach a quarter mile or so away. Every so often Kyle would lag a bit, just to catch a glimpse of his aunt's muscular old legs, getting more muscular with the walk, her flip flops slapping at the soles of feet he suddenly had the urge to lick.
They took a place at the far end of the small beach in the small town where everyone knew everyone else. Today was no exception. As they lounged in the sand, people, all of them Sue's age, would wander over to say hello, catch up on things. They'd marvel at how big her nephew had become. Sue drank it in proudly, marveling at the same thing.
They splashed in the water when it got hot, enjoyed snacks and drink back in the sand. About 100 yards off shore was a raft, popular with local youth. It was a quiet day for a Saturday, and no one was lounging on the raft.
"Think I may take a swim out there," Kyle said, nodding to the raft.
"I may go with you," Sue said impulsively, standing beside him stretching, Kyle's sidelong glance drawn to the slender woman's body pulled tight.
"Seriously?" he laughed. "Auntie Sue, it's a haul out there. I mean, I don't mean..."
"That I'm too old?" she laughed, waltzing backwards toward the water, bouncing up and down as she did, that wrinkled cleavage jiggling.
"No, no, it's not that, it's just..."
"Race ya!" she laughed. "You forget I was on my school swim team, oh about 100 years ago!"
She knifed into the water and came up, silver hair slick against her head, and took off. Kyle shrugged and dove in, swimming effortlessly under water, eyes open, watching those amazing legs scissor kick their way toward the raft. He pulled up beside her and they kept up with each other as they neared the raft. Kyle slowed, letting her get ahead and she reached the raft, pulling herself onto it, body glistening. The seat of her one piece rode up, revealing a generous patch of white fleshy ass. Kyle tread water, willing his cock to deflate.
"No fair letting me win!!" she laughed. "C'mon up."
He did, slowly, bent over and quickly sitting, legs over the side, his stiff cock running down one thigh, hidden in the baggy suit. She sat next to him, and they talked and laughed, watching the people on the beach far away.
"Hey, remember when you were little and I'd bring you out to the raft, and give you a shoulder ride?" she suddenly said, voice warming to the fond recollection. "Remember that?"
"Yeah, I do," he smiled. "You'd walk me around on the raft and then jump in the water! God, that was scary for a little kid."
