It was that crazy time of year. We all know it. The time we know is on the horizon, we hate all the planning and preparations required but once its upon us we all enjoy the period -- well for the most part. Off course I am speaking Christmas, the festive season, the season for friends and family to come together whether religious or not to just enjoy the occasion.
Despite it being almost two decades ago now, I remember it like it was just yesterday, that mid-December Saturday afternoon drive to my uncle's property, the heat beating down from the Sun scorching the earth -- nothing out of the ordinary for a typical Australian summer.
The aircon in the car doing its best to keep us all cooled. Not daring to open the window to see if it made a difference, knowing the heat assault that awaited you once that window started to crack. Oh, and let's not forget the fighting kids in the back just to make the trip that little bit more enjoyable, yes, the sarcasm there is real.
As an introvert this was the time of year I absolutely hated. Don't get me wrong, my 'Christmas Spirit' had long been gone after our house was burgled on Christmas Eve many years ago as a child, but this whole catching up with relatives I hear from at this annual gathering with the empty promise of "catching up more," not my ideal cup of tea.
This annual pilgrimage started almost eight years earlier, my uncles place the host due to its size and the fact that it had a swimming pool -- this automatically puts you on a favourites list here in Australia.
The first hour passed in a blur, catching up with family, friends, getting the photos out of the way before the alcohol started to flow -- something we had learned to do over the years as some family members liked their alcohol a little too much -- and for the children present exchanges.
Everyone was in high spirits, the kids were in the pool, some of the older family members too as my Uncle Ron started firing up the barbeque, the Spotify playlist kicked in to provide background noise to the constant chitter-chatter of family and friends in different stages of conversation around the landscaped backyard, and for many that was the indication that the alcohol could now flow.
Christmas afternoon, to me anyway, always seemed a drag and it was no different at these Christmas parties once you have caught up and repeated the same conversations with different areas of the family and close friends who tagged along for the feast.
The afternoon turned into early evening, everyone by this point had enjoyed a feast fit for royal feasts in the Middle Ages, and everyone content to sit back enjoy a couple of drinks as the 'traditions' wound down.
Some of the older family members, or those with a distance to travel started to bid their farewells while those of us with kids were busy trying to round ours up and get them in the car to get the day over and done with.
Selective hearing on display at its finest as kids in the pool, or too busy playing with their newly acquired gifts in the backyard would often not hear anything that didn't involve more food or something to their advantage -- kids, right?
Deciding the battle wasn't worth the effort I opted to leave my kids for a bit and get myself another drink. It was the one time of the year I allowed myself more than one alcoholic beverage so may as well enjoy it.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge I popped the cap off and tossed it into the sink along with the other thirty-or-so lids that had been dispensed in the same location throughout the afternoon, I turned to leave the kitchen when I heard noises coming from towards the bedrooms.
Intrigued I walked up the hallway, thinking I was going to be busting some of the left-over children getting into some Christmas dessert or chocolate they shouldn't be.
Getting my growling voice ready, and excited to bust them for a little variety for the afternoon I approached the bedroom the sounds were coming from.
As the door slowly opened what it was hiding surprised me.
On the bed, my forty-something year old Aunty Lyn, was kneeling in the middle of her bed. Her blonde hair that flowed the length of her back to the top of her buttocks now loose, that was not the only thing loose, however.
Her sundress that she had earlier adorned now crumpled on the ground beside the bed, her mostly tanned body out on display along with her loose and flowing tits.
They were far from the biggest but just over a decent handful if one were to guess.
Aunty Lyn was not alone on the bed. As she knelt on her knees on one side her husband, my fifty-eight-year-old Uncle Ron. A relatively fit man, rocking the dad bod, however in good condition considering his age -- in front of him his circumcised manhood that was entering my aunties mouth.
While yes this was shocking it was what else was happening that took me by the most surprise. On the other side of my kneeling aunty was their neighbour Geoff.
Geoff, who was a late-thirty businessman, unmarried no kids, and had moved into the property just over a year earlier.
Geoff attended the gym a couple times a week and ran a successful business in the nearby city. That is all I had learned about him during our earlier discussions before he had disappeared.
Geoff's cock was bigger than my uncle's, by at least two inches, and while I was standing unnoticed at the door, I saw my aunty alternate between my Uncle Ron's manhood, and that of their much younger and bigger neighbours.
While stroking Geoff's cock with her hand she held my uncle's cock directly near her mouth, bopping her mouth up and down on his shaft before pulling it from her mouth, moving her head slightly to under his shaft to lick and suck on his balls, the entire time never missing stride on tugging the neighbour's cock.
Letting her husbands ball sack drop from her mouth she continued to tug him while turning her head towards that of Geoff, placing just the tip of the head of his manhood into her mouth she started to massage and lick it before taking more of his engorged rod into her mouth and throat.
Repeating the process as she did with my uncle, sucking his cock for a little before removing it from her mouth and moving towards sucking on the balls of her neighbour.
She repeated this process a few times, alternating between the two, before holding both towards her open mouth attempting to take both cocks into it, however the head of her neighbours' shaft preventing it from happening.
Soon they changed positions, Geoff laying back on the bed my aunty Lyn almost immediately jumping between his legs taking his cock back into her mouth; my uncle Ron reaching to the side table where the married couple obviously kept their lubricant.
A few moments later, his shaft now well and truly lubricated, my uncle was soon positioning himself behind his wife, my aunty Lyn, whose face was buried in the crotch of their neighbour Geoff as she took his manhood into her throat.
An erotic-induced moan escaped her throat, around the lips of Geoff's cock that was stuffing her throat as her husband entered her from behind. The neighbours cock escaping from her grasp as she took her head off to moan loader to showcase her pleasure.
