This one is short. I debated making it part of one bigger story but in the end liked the idea of keeping the various characters' interactions as separate chapters.
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Months had passed since Jessica left and Aunt Becky came back from rehab. Becky still lived in the house with me, although we kept to separate ends mostly. But one night I came down with a big Bloody Mary in my hand, tempting her. I asked about Jessica, and as part of her program she needed forgiveness. She said Jess had been pregnant but lost the baby. She thought Jess and I were too closely related and both carriers for something and the baby died after about 6 weeks into the pregnancy. Becky didn't understand it, and Jess thought it best to stay away. She needed to come to terms with several issues, and apparently her way of dealing with it had been to enroll in college, drop out, work at another ranch, and eventually join the rodeo.
Jess was living my dream while I was living her life.
Becky eventually asked about my drink, and I said it was a virgin Bloody Mary. I liked the mix and garnishes. She asked for a drink, and despite me telling her it had no alcohol in it, I had watered it down with so much vodka it could power a car. One drink, and Becky had fallen off the wagon.
Bitch. I hated her. I hated her for taking Jess away, and I wanted her to pay.
And did she know how to pay.
When she had gotten drunk, I let her think we had a connection. I asked her about how she had met Bill, snd she told me that he was a regular customer where she was a stripper and bartender. She normally didn't fuck customers, but had heard Bill was rich. I told her she didn't look like a stripper, and she answered, "Oh, yeah? Whaddya think of THIS?" as she took her shirt off. She still had nice DD breasts that didn't sag much, even at 40.
I asked to touch them, and she took her bra off and shook them in my face, and I sucked on her nipple, causing her to instantly become aroused.
"Mmm, I haven't had a man in a couple of years. Compare to care, I mean, care to share compare...Fuck it. Wanna fuck me and see if I am better than my daughter?"
The rage was burning inside of me already, and at hearing that comment, I was pissed. I was going to destroy this bitch. And I would enjoy doing it.
"Sure, but we have to many clothes on," I said.
Becky took my shirt off, exposing my bare chest. Then, she slowly unbuckled my pants, and my cock was about half erect. I wanted this, but yet I was going to hate doing this, so my dick was conflicted.
She pulled me out and started sucking me. Instantly I was 125% hard. Wow, she knew how to do that. The pressure of her mouth, sucking my dick made my ears pop. I don't even know how the hell that happens, but it did.
Sex between two lovers is fantastic, but hateful, lustful sex has some perks as well.
Aunt Becky massaged my cock, and just before I was close, her hand that had been massaging my balls did something, causing my load to not fire up my dick into her throat.
"What was...huh, what the hell?" I protested.
