(Second and final part to this story)
Well shit, this was a problem. At first I was squeamish about getting a blow job from my aunt -that was incest, and all my life I'd been taught it was not something one should do. However, once I started thinking about it, I began to wonder what the big deal was. First off, I knew that it had come to mean that if you married any of your nearest and dearest you could turn out children that looked like nuclear survivors, and that was a bad idea. But, if all you wanted to do was fuck each other or do oral sex on them, what was the big deal?
When the night was over, I stopped at the front desk and told Lily not to send that particular redhead my way again. She wanted to know why not. "I dunno," I told her, not wanting to explain the particulars. "Just a superstition from my misspent youth. You won't, will you?"
"No, but if you're all I've got then you'll get her."
"Okay, fair enough." I said good night and went out into the night. Over the next couple of weeks, each time Lily sent someone back I'd watch and see who was entering my room. She stuck to her word and I didn't see Aunt Georgiana, usually called Georgie, in there again. But still, what was I to do? I had made it a habit to stop by and see my aunt every couple of weeks or so, and I'd put it off going on three weeks. I had to make a decision. That being said, should I tell her or not and then let Lily send her to me whenever she comes in to the sex shop? Then there was the blow job itself, every time I thought about it I'd get a terrific hard on - she was that good.
I finally decided to stop by and see her, but I wasn't going to tell her about the "deed."
On Friday I had errands to run after work so she settled for Saturday afternoon. I figured I could get in and out in a couple of hours then hit the bars later on. It didn't work that way. We had always enjoyed each other's company. We could talk for hours, and in all that talking we would tease each other. Never anything sexual, but I was always more than aware of her looks. She was short, like my mom, but she was built to perfection, at least as I judged it anyway; narrow waist, great ass and tits, and the kind of red hair that frizzes out all over the place. She always wore fire-engine red lipstick on her full lips. More than once I'd imagined those lips on my cock, but because of the incest thing I squelched those thoughts rather quickly. But now, watching her move around the kitchen putting together a light lunch, that was all I could think about. And, of course, I got a terrific erection.
I had to cross my legs so she wouldn't see it. She didn't because she had her back to me, but my cock was uncomfortable and just as I was getting ready to make some serious adjustments she turned around with a couple plates in her hands. "Here ya go, your favorite, bologna sandwiches and milk."
"Funny. That was great stuff when I was a kid."
"You're still a kid, just eat the thing and we'll both be happy."
"When was the last time you went on a date?"
"What's that all about? When did you start worrying about my social life?"
"I've always worried about it, Georgie . You've never been married, and I don't believe you've dated more than two guys."
"I don't know why I should answer that question."
"Of course you don't have to, but if you don't I might have to beat the information out of you."
"You'd really beat your old auntie?"
"Within an inch of your young life." The bologna sandwich was every bit as good as I remembered it, and I told her so. She gave me a bow and my eyes automatically went to the top of her blouse. It fell open and once again I saw those lovely tits. I don't know if she realized she was flashing me, but I wasn't going to say anything about it. She might do it again. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, I started to wonder if she was wearing panties. I could either mind my own business, or I could drop something on the floor and see if she had her knees apart.
"Actually, I really don't date much. And the reason for that is that for one thing I make more money than most of the guys I meet, and secondly I'm too smart for them as well."
"That's it? You are smart, no doubt about it, but why should that prevent you from dating?"
"I dunno , some guys get really nervous around smart women, so I'm waiting till a smart, good-looking guy comes along."
"You know, you could always date women."
"Oh, yeah, real funny. But despite your dirty mind, I do have girlfriends that I go out with sometimes."
"How much fun can that be?"
"Lots of fun. We can talk about men all we want. And whether you know it or not, we do talk about sex."
"Yeah? What do you say about it?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Why not? I'm old enough."
"That's not what I mean."
"Then what?"
"If you're finished I'll take your plate." She stood and took our plates to the sink and ran some water over them. She got us a couple more beers, sat down again, and stared at me. I was afraid I had pushed her a little too far.
"What's this sudden interest in my private life?"
I was playing with my key ring, tossing it up and catching it. "No sudden interest. Just that driving over here I got to thinking about living alone. I do, and you do, and I began to wonder what it's like for a woman to live alone. Whether it's the same as a guy or if there're different problems. That's all. Kind of a compare and contrast thing." That's when I dropped the keys, and before she could move I bent over to pick them up. Oh shit! Legs spread and no panties, and no pussy hair. My old auntie is pretty cool, she shaves! I got the keys and sat up as quick as I could - I didn't want her to think I did that just so I could look up her skirt.
But the way she was looking at me I began to wonder if I wasn't as slick as I thought, and that she knew exactly what had happened. She either let it pass, or I was imagining stuff.
"I'm sure there are some differences, but probably for the most part there's little difference. I'm pretty sure that guys get home and take off their clothes and then spend the rest of the evening walking around naked. The women I know don't do that. They'll get home and change into a nightgown or dressing gown or something like that, but they're not naked."
"I suppose. What else?"
"Do you walk around naked?"
I didn't see that one coming. Do I lie or not? "Most of the time. I don't particular like wearing clothes."
"Would you go nude in public?"
"Depends on what you mean by public. Going around town naked would be out of the question, but a nude beach or something like that would be awesome."
"Why don't you join a nudist club?"
"I actually looked into it, and they all said they don't take single men, so that let me out. I suppose if I found a woman who wanted to stick around and join a nudist club then I'd put in an application. What about you?" I asked.
"I'm an exception to the rule. I also enjoy being naked, so I'm usually naked at home. But as for joining a nudist club, I would if I had a man to go with me, or even a woman. As for walking the streets, yeah I'd do that, but not alone, with a crowd or at least a few others."
"So then if I stopped by unannounced I'd catch you naked?"
"No, I'd put something on before opening the door! You nut case!" She laughed. I loved her laugh. It started down around her toes and came out a great deep belly laugh. She seemed to have a lot to laugh about and I always thought that was fun.
"I suppose that would make sense."
The conversation was left there. We went on to other things, but there had been a subtle shift in attitude, on both our parts. I decided to leave it for now, take it up later. Around midnight I said goodnight and went home.
I finished my shower and went to bed. I was tired but at the same time I couldn't get the image of Aunt Georgie's pussy out of my mind, it was seared there. Picturing that image and thinking of the things I'd like to do with it, I began stroking my cock, slowly, running my fingertips up and down the underside of my shaft and down over my balls. I was hard as a rock in no time flat, and I went into some serious stroking, quickly picking up speed. I sent my other hand down to hold and fondle my balls and between the two I was fast approaching an orgasm. I could feel my cock getting harder and hotter as I pounded the hell out of it. I could have held out for a while longer but the image of Georgie's pussy was looking like a pussy ready for a cock to slam into it, and I was. I howled like a banshee and shot the first wad of cum straight up into the air. It came down, hitting the pillow beside my head. Cool! By then the second was on the way skyward and it landed on my shoulder. I changed the angle of my cock, lowering it a little, and shot the third wad which hit my chest just under my chin. By the time it was all over I'd squirted another half dozen ropes of cum from my chin to my belly-button.