Chapter 9
Too Much Alcohol For Aunt Cessy
Frankie Robles slowly shook his can of beer, noting that he'd need a refill pretty soon. With a discontented sigh he cursed the bad luck he'd been having all day; that was the main reason he wanted to keep drinking. A glance at the nearby wall clock informed him that it was already past ten at night, much too late for his fortune to change. As the young man left his seat on the stairs, he wondered what the following day might have in store for him.
After a short walk across the downstairs hallway, he found himself in the spacious kitchen. With a nervous unease, he reached out to open the refrigerator. The twenty-one year old felt something approaching glee when he discovered there was still plenty of beer left in the bright blue cardboard box.
As Frankie returned to his self-assigned post on the stairs, his mind went over the day's more troublesome events. First, he'd gotten into a pretty heated argument at his car detail job. This started with a co-worker, Hairy Jerry, and later moved on to his crusty boss Miguel. The trouble was over an accusation that Frankie had lifted a digital camera from a customer's car. Hairy Jerry had been the guy that actually cleaned the car, but it was Frankie who had signed his name on the slip that ended up in the customer's hand. Because of that, Frankie automatically became the prime suspect. Stupid Miguel wasn't any help, as he'd sided with the customer from the start. Later, the missing camera was discovered in the trunk of the car, which nobody had been asked to clean or vacuum in the first place. To save face, Miguel sent both Frankie and Jerry home early.
Matters took a turn for the worse, when Frankie attempted to call his wife as soon as he'd gotten home, but Carmela wasn't in her office. The secretary who picked up mentioned that she'd gone out with her husband, which was kind of ironic, since Carmela knew Frankie would be at work until eight. His wife gone out with someone else then, Frankie angrily concluded, further confirming his suspicions that she was screwing around, yet again, behind his back.
In a scorned man's resignation, Frankie had driven over to his mom's house. Officially, he'd gone over to watch TV. Unofficially, he'd gone to ogle his hot sister. Amanda was home all right, and immediately upon seeing him the teen hussy had read his mind. She started flashing her B-cup boobs at Frankie whenever no one was paying attention. That little hooker kept teasing him right up until their mom walked into the living room and asked him for a ride to Aunt Cecilia's house. With a grunt of irritation, Frankie agreed to do this simple task.
That's how he ended up there, sitting on the stairs in Aunt Cessy's home and drinking the night away. His mother and his aunt were both chatting in the nearby family room. Occasionally, they would call Frankie over and ask him to retrieve a couple more brews for them.
At first, he'd hated his lowly assignment. As the time went by, he discovered the alcohol was loosening the two women's normally guarded tongues. Every so often he caught some interesting gossip. For example, Frankie had learned that his little cousin Diamond was a lesbian. She was now hooking up with some white girl with blonde hair, who had what Aunt Cessy kept calling 'monster titties.' (Diamond had no opportunity to rebut this allegation, as she was not at home but spending the night at her aforementioned friend's house.)
Then, Frankie snickered when his aunt revealed how she'd stiffed his younger brother Junior for twenty bucks, after he'd done all kinds of yard work for her. This happened just a few days ago. His mother also took the revelation in with a hearty laugh.
Apparently, the women had forgotten he was still there, sitting ignored and out of sight on the stairs. The two women began kidding around about ordering for a pizza and asking for some black kid named Marshall. When his mother suggested that Aunt Cessy had better take things slower than the last time, or she'd scare the poor kid away again, both women had broken into a fit of uproarious laughter. What the hell were they talking about?
Frankie knew Aunt Cessy had a bad reputation as a flirt, and then some. But was his own mom going along with trying to seduce a random pizza guy? Then his aunt casually mentioned how long she'd been without a man, making sure she was standing in a corner where her eyes could lock in on Frankie's. Cessy smiled straight at him, sexily sliding her tongue across her lips, before she changed the topic of conversation. Frankie's own aunt was flirting with him. He couldn't believe it!
Of course, he found the mature woman attractive. She had dark bronze skin, extra big tits, thick thighs and a fat, juicy ass. Her hair was a rich, dark brown, short enough to curl just past the curve of her jaw, and her face was a little rounded but still cute. Her lips were thick and pouting, her eyes large and sexy. Cessy looked especially inviting in her short and strapless, yellow and flowery sundress. A few minutes later, Frankie observed the woman climbing onto the couch to adjust her stubborn drapes, giving him a good eyeful of her fleshy legs and ample rear end.
Frankie's gaze lingered on his aunt's loosely wrapped butt for a few more seconds, before his eyes fell upon the other woman in the room. His mother looked very much like an older and more attractive version of his sister Melinda, with her classy good looks and her extra long black hair. Compared to his aunt, his mom had much lighter skin, a leaner waist and trimmer thighs that emphasized the curvy swells of her ass. His mother's breasts reminded him of small, ripe melons. Wearing a snug white blouse and knee-length black skirt, her legs were capped off by a pair of cute black boots. Without a doubt, Lorena Robles was a stunning mature lady. (I'd better slow down on the beer, Frankie determined, once he'd realized how he'd just been checking out his own mother!)
Finally, Aunt Cessy succeeded in taming the drapes. After dismounting the couch, she drifted over by her massive stereo system. His aunt put on some trendy Tex-Mex music. As she started shuffling her feet and swaying her hips, she became aware of Frankie sitting there. "Nephew, why don't you come over here and dance with me?"
Frankie shook his head. "No thanks. I'm not into this kind of music."
His aunt pouted but kept on dancing. Raising her arms high into the air, she turned and began wiggling her ass from side to side. "This is how I was dancing at Humberto's birthday party."
His mother cleared her throat as she got to her feet. She complained, "You never showed me the pictures from that party. Why don't you go find them while I grab another beer?"
"But they're all the way upstairs!"
Frankie's mother strolled by him on her way to the kitchen, rolling her eyes as if letting her son know that Aunt Cessy was officially drunk. "Just go and get them, Cessy."
"Easy for you to say, Lorena." Cessy grimaced comically, before she took a few awkward steps towards the stairs. "You're not the one that has to go all the way up there!"
Frankie stood up to let her pass, only to have her lean close to his face.
Cessy's face hovered close to his, with her voice coming out in a husky whisper. "You and me, we're going to dance later, yes? Once your mother goes to bed."
"Sure." Frankie nodded, looking across at her sexy brown eyes. He would have liked to do a little more than dance, he thought to himself. "Anything you say."
With a sly grin, his aunt began an unsteady trudge up the steps, only to tumble down near the top. Frankie was poised to rush to her assistance, when he realized just how short her dress was. Not only did he see an eyeful of brown calves and thighs, but bare buttocks and a fat brown pussy as well. She was clean-shaven, and the dark petals of her sex were large and defined. Her ass was perfectly round and meaty. Already, Frankie found himself fantasizing what it would feel like to be inside of her.
Aunt Cessy got to her feet, gripping the handrail for support. Before she disappeared into the second floor hallway, she glanced back to see if Frankie was still watching. Of course he was, and this revelation resulted in a quick wink and smile from the older woman. For a few seconds, Frankie stood motionless, until he realized his mouth was hanging open. He snapped it shut just as his mother reemerged from the kitchen with two fresh beers in her hands.
"Did Cessy go upstairs to get the picture album?" His mom asked, her words now noticeably slurred. She passed one of the beers in Frankie's direction.
