Third chapter in the scene.
The affair with his aunt continues with them getting careless about the risks.
GA - Da Nang, Vietnam - 22nd of October 2017.
My aunt kept her cool when the slamming door jolted us both from slumber. While I lay there like a slab of insensible meat, she threw back the cover and, naked, stood at the side of the bed, looking down at me with her fists on her hips.
Even as the panic fluttered in the pit of my stomach, I could still appreciate my aunt's body as she said, "Shit, is that the bloody time? Give me a minute, Mikey. I'll go down and say hello. You bugger off back to your room. I'll tell your mum you're in the loo."
Aunt Janet went to the door and grabbed her dressing gown from its hook. I had a wonderful view of her bottom as she hip-swayed away, my dick readying up for another go.
"And try to behave normally, Mikey," Aunt Janet said. She slipped the gown over her shoulders and tightened the belt. "We'll talk later." My aunt paused at the door and looked at me with intense seriousness before finishing with, "Did you hear what I said?"
I gulped and nodded. "Yes. I heard you. I ... I understand. Bedroom. I'm in the toilet. Behave normally."
"I bloody hope you do understand," Aunt Janet said with a brisk nod.
Then she left me in the ruin of her bed while my brain, with the frenzy of a five-year old's birthday party, worked through all that had happened.
***
We got away with it. Which was predictable, really. My mother would have come home from work without any clue something momentous had just occurred in her house. Why should she suspect a thing? Why would even cross her mind that her sister and son had become lovers? How was she to know we'd rolled around Aunt Janet's bed in incestuous joy? Okay, I was awkward at first. When I went downstairs and saw them together, my aunt and my mother chattering away, Janet at the table with a cup of tea in front of her while my mother unpacked a small bag of groceries, I felt sure my mother would read it all in my face. I was certain some sixth sense would kick in and she'd somehow just
know
.
But she didn't. My mum threw me a quick hello and then kept talking to her sister. Bright and breezy. The normality of it oddly surreal to me.
A day passed. Then another. By the third day my aunt and I were getting brave and reckless.
My aunt would do things to tease me. Little tricks like moving past me in the kitchen but squeezing in close. She would press her rump up against me, even grinding her backside over my seemingly permanent erection. I had no control over my cock. My penis, in its perpetual state of high arousal, leaked slippery gloop into my underwear, a phenomenon which also caused splotches of damp to appear on my jeans. She would also make quick and very frustrating excursions into the bathroom when I was in there. My aunt would kiss me and crank my dick for a minute or so; then leave me standing with the pressure building up in my balls. The result of all this was that as soon as we were alone together I would launch myself at my aunt. We'd rut, just fuck hard and fast while grappling and gasping and groaning. Sometimes I dumped all I had into my aunt's body, cum bathing her insides as I grunted at the sweet release and she sobbed at me to give her my everything. Other times she would wank me off over her breasts, the cum erupting over her wonderful tits, concentration etched onto her face. I pumped jism over her stomach, over her buttocks, and over myself. It was wild and exciting, the taboo of it only enhancing my desire for my mother's sister.
The only rule, by tacit agreement and never really discussed, was that we wouldn't do anything while my mother was in the house. Common sense, really. Given the consequences if we were caught.
But, a week after the affair began, even that little caveat got set aside and we were fucking upstairs while my mother was down in the kitchen.
The thrill of it intoxicated me. It was as addictive as it was stupid. It's toe-curling to think back at the wild chances we took. But, as we continued to get away with it, we both became more and more blasé to the outcome if we were discovered together.
We were asking, if not
begging
, for trouble.
***
One occasion saw my aunt inclined at the waist, angling her pelvis so her rump was thrust back at me while she offered it from behind. The way she held herself braced against the door with both hands meant she could really tease me with her shape. I thought she made a glorious sight with her dress around her waist, front buttons undone so I could lean in low and take hold of her big boobs dangling under her brisket, her tits cantilevered over her bra. I looked down at the feminine outline of Aunt Janet's waist and hips, stifled groan when I saw the oyster of her vulva nestled in the concavity at the top of her thighs, pubic hair matted and scraggly with the need that had siped from her body.
I gasped with the sheer delight of seeing her that way. I knew I was going to feel her sex all hot and wet as I sank into her molten embrace, my cock slipping in in one easy glide.
We were in her bedroom, both in a state of dishabille while we took our chance at a quick, frantic fuck. Aunt Janet had both hands up against the door while I stood behind her, my jeans at my shins, my hands on her buttocks so I could splay the cheeks wide and get a good long look at the scarlet gape of her cunt.
"Come on, dirty-boy," my Aunt Janet moaned. She swayed her hips side-to-side and grinned back at me over one shoulder. "Fuck me. Make it rough as you like. You can do it inside me. I want to feel all your muck in my knickers for the rest of the evening."
I couldn't resist such a lewd invitation. The crude was she said it brought my hands from her bottom, fingers going to my cock so I could hold myself at her opening, the spare hand going to one of her breasts.
