I remember the first time I saw my "New Aunt Faye", like it was yesterday. My dad and his brother, Uncle Ned, are twins. Uncle Ned and dad had sort of a parting of the ways a long time ago and have had very little contact for almost twenty years. The story goes that they were both in love with my mother and when dad asked her to marry him, Uncle Ned took it kinda hard, leaving town to take a hi-tech job on the west coast.
He remained single until a couple of years ago and then married a woman ten years younger than him. Mom told me about all of this a few months ago when she learned that Ned and his wife would be moving back to Florida and settling down close by. Dad didn't seem upset, but he didn't seem too excited about the idea either. Dad said that he hoped Uncle Ned had gotten over his disappointment and that they wouldn't have any hard feelings. But twins being twins, he just didn't know how it would work out.
I was nineteen at the time and in my freshman year of college. Mom and dad didn't mention any more about my aunt and uncle arriving in town. One night, I was sitting at home studying when the phone rang. Mom and dad were off to one of their friend's houses for the evening and when the phone rang I answered it. The man on the phone introduced himself as Ned, me uncle and we chatted briefly.
Ned seemed like a nice enough guy on the phone, asking if I had heard about any of the difficulties between him and my dad. I told him what mom had told me and he said that was pretty much the way things were. He also said that he felt really bad for the way he had acted and wanted to get it all straightened out with dad. I said I thought that was a great idea and hoped we could all be friends. He left his number with a message for the folks and then told me that if I wanted to drop by his place to feel free to do so anytime.
He said that my Aunt Faye was dying to meet us and would love it if I could visit. Giving me his address, he also gave me the open invitation to come by whenever I was in his neighborhood.
We live in a beach community in Northeast Florida. I attend college in the city across the Intra-coastal Waterway. The drive is about 25 miles each way and takes about an hour in traffic for the commute. I pass just a few blocks from Uncle Ned's house going in each direction so I told him I'd probably have no trouble getting to meet him within a few days.
The first time I drove up in front of their house, I saw Aunt Faye. I pulled into the driveway and stopped. Aunt Faye was sitting on the front steps, smoking a cigarette. I sat in my car and stared at the beautiful woman with my mouth hanging open. My throat went absolutely dry.
Her flaxen hair had the texture of corn silk and cascaded to the middle of her back. Her skin was bronze from many hours lying by the pool, and glistened in the late afternoon sun. She wore ragged cut-offs that barely covered her soft behind when she stood, and a hot pink band-aid halter top, which left her gorgeous boobs mostly exposed. Her lush pouting lips and long nails bore the same shade of hot pink as her top.
Aunt Faye stood on the step and took a final drag from her cigarette, then dropped it to the concrete of the driveway. I stared as she stepped off the step, crushing the butt with the sole of her clear plastic high-heeled shoe. Her toenails were painted hot pink.
She's tall, 5'-10" and I guess she weighs about 125 pounds. Her breasts filled the halter-top to overflowing. Her bottom is full and round and her cheeks rolled as she walked past the front of my car, dragging her long pink nails along the shiny paint on the hood of my car.
I hadn't taken a breath since I turned off the car. When I did, I gulped my breath in. Faye stepped up and leaned on her elbows on the windowsill on my door. I gazed into her shining blue eyes. My eyes drifted down to stare at her breasts, which hung in the miniscule halter. I looked right through between her titties and out the bottom of it. Her nipples stood out like shooter marbles.
"I'm Faye," a soft voice murmured as I stared.
I think I tried to say "I'm Dave." But I can't be sure.
"Do I know you?" Faye asked.
"I'm Ted's son," I managed to croak out.
I could feel my cock lengthening in the leg of my pants. I could feel cold sweat under my shirt. My face was scalding and the palms of my hands were wet on the steering wheel.
"You're cute," Faye breathed. "Ted's on the golf course. You want to come in for awhile?"
I was so embarrassed. I'm not exactly what you'd call a stud, or anything. I stand 6'-3'' and weigh 205. I'm not an athlete, but I'm not too much out of shape. I wouldn't call myself a ladies man, but I do all right. I date regularly and get my fair share of sex. Aunt Faye turned me to Jell-O. I could never remember being affected this way by the presence of a woman before. This female reeked of sex.
When she spoke, I could smell the cigarette on her breath. I could also smell the perfume that she was wearing and it made me light headed.
"I'd better not," I stammered. "I'll stop another time, maybe I can catch him then."
"Any time, Hon," Faye replied and pushed herself up off the car.
She stood there with me staring straight into the crotch of her cut-offs, which were cut so short that nothing but the seam was left where they disappeared between her legs. The bottoms of the pockets hung down on the front of each leg under the ragged edge. I could see wisps of blond pubic hair curling around the thick seam, pulled tight up into her cleft.
With a trembling hand, I started my car and backed slowly down the drive. I continued to stare at Aunt Faye's crotch until the loud horn from a car coming down the street brought me back to reality. Slamming on the brakes, I came to a lurching stop at the foot of her driveway.
Aunt Faye was smiling, and I was dying inside. I backed out and drove out of her sight. My cock was stiff as a steel post in my pants and I was ringing wet with sweat. My Aunt Faye was the sexiest woman I had ever seen in my life. I decided that my Uncle Ned was one lucky man.
I drove home and went directly to my room. I was leaking. A big wet spot had formed on the leg of my pants from the tremendous stimulation I had endured during my brief visit with Aunt Faye. Stripping out of my clothes, I sat on the side of my bed, holding my still granite hard cock in my hand. I closed my eyes, slowly stroking myself. Visions of Aunt Faye flooded my brain. I imagined her darkly tanned body and the way her hair seemed to float as she walked past the front of my car.
The scent of her perfume lingered in my nostrils and the vivid color of her blue eyes burned behind my closed lids. Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see my hand rapidly sliding up and down the length of my cock. Suddenly I erupted, splashing thick ropes of milky white jizz on the floor between my feet. I had never cum like that before. The feeling was intense.
I jerked off three more times that night. All the while envisioning my Aunt Faye, standing in her driveway with the sun shining on her. I was exhausted the next day during class.
I waited for four days before I drove past Uncle Ned's house again. I rolled slowly into the driveway and stopped. The garage door was open and a red Porsche, Turbo-Carrara convertible sat in the garage. I climbed out of my car and walked into the garage and admired the sleek sports car. I heard the door into the house open and looked up over the car to see Aunt Faye standing in the doorway. I felt the lump in my throat again.
