Returning home from university for the summer is one of the most depressing things imaginable.
Here I was, 19 years old, now accustomed to taking care of myself under my own roof back in my parent's house being treated like a kid again.
So, when my mother peered her head into my bedroom to say my aunt Teresa had just bought a shitload of flat-pack furniture for her new house and wanted help building it all, I leapt at the opportunity for three reasons; One for the aforementioned desire to get out of this house, Two, I love building that stuff, and Three, I had a bit of a thing for my aunt.
A couple of years back her husband had left her for basically a 25-year old version of the same woman. In another decade or so, he'd probably do it again.
He had always been an oppressive controlling dickhead to my aunt, who was a bad combination of eager to please and not immensely clever, though lovably dim rather than annoyingly so.
The type of woman that the wrong kind of guy finds easy to manipulate and dominate. He had always had her dress in a very dowdy fashion and she never really spoke much.
However, after he had left her, she had kind of gone off the rails and had utterly changed her image, turning into a man-hungry slutty cougar. Aware her looks had faded with lack of attention, she spent her large divorce settlement on plastic surgery. She went, in most of family's prudish opinion, a little too far, opting for cartoon-sized breast implants, and a drastic diet, with surgery to tighten up her loose skin, so from her size 18 38D body, she was now a size 12 with 32KK breasts.
She had subsequently become something of a joke to my family, though like I said, they were prudish and didn't approve of her new sexually-charged personality and image.
I rang her up straight away and she answered in her new voice. She affected a lower, sultry tone now.
"Hey sweetheart, your mother said you might be able to stay over a couple of days to help me build my new bedroom!" she said.
"Sure, when do you want me over?" I asked.
"Sooner the better."
I was there within an hour.
She answered the door, and even in her downtime she dressed like an utter slut.
I had only seen her once or twice briefly since her surgeries and she looked like a cartoon; breasts the size of my head, narrow waist, broad hips and bright red hair tightly curled about her shoulders.
She was wearing a vest seemingly without a bra and the tiniest shorts, with her long bare legs supported by a pair of heels so high I didn't realise women could walk in. My dick stiffened instantly and I was grateful my jeans held it in.
She might have been my mother's sister but I was gonna be ogling the fuck out of this woman for the entire time I was there.
She stepped out into the street and threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and squeezing her enormous fake tits into my chest. They gave a little but were a lot firmer than natural tits.
She kissed me on the cheek and I could feel a wet mark remain where her lipstick marked my face.
"Thank you sooo much for coming." she beamed as we went inside. "I haven't seen you in ages, you're so big now!" she exclaimed, squeezing my shoulders. I was no Dwayne Johnson at only 5'9, but I worked in a warehouse to pay for uni and did a bit of weight lifting at home, so I was quite broad.
She showed me to her bedroom, and there was a stack of boxes as tall as me filled with wardrobes, chests of drawers, a dressing table and a shelving unit.
All she had in her room was a king-size bed and a rail for her clothes.
"I managed to convince the guys who delivered it to build the bed for me." she said, with a tone of voice that confirmed my suspicion. When I looked at her she shrugged knowingly and gazed back at the pile of boxes.
I looked at the bed, thinking "She fucked the delivery guys right there."
"What do I get for building everything else?" I asked without thinking.
She burst out laughing and nudged me with her shoulder. "I doubt you could take the same payment young man!"
I just blushed and shrugged.
We built one of her wardrobes to begin with, a wide unit with mirrored doors. We laughed and joked and reminisced and talked about our new lives, me at uni and her free and a little wild. Deep down she sounded lonely and rejected and after such a long loveless marriage was now over compensating, needing love from any man willing to give it to her. The surgery had made her more sexually attractive which gave more immediate but short-term results; she could find men to fuck her but none would stay.
Upon finishing the wardrobe, she showed me to the spare room, a box of a space with a camp bed rolled out. She apologised but I waved it off. Some of my best nights sleep have been on those old canvas steel-framed beds.
"I'm going out tonight, you are welcome to come and go as you please." she told me. I was ready to call it a night so I just retired to my room to play my portable computer game.
She called into my room before she left, and some would say she looked ridiculous, though I say she looked amazing; perfectly curled hair, buckets of make-up, lips plumped up, tiny red dress on split up the side with cleavage more exposed than covered.
Her high red heels made her legs look amazing.
"Okay I'm off out now, I'll see you in the morning." she said, blowing me a kiss. She left and with that image burned into my mind I got under my duvet and masturbated furiously, climaxing in under a minute.
Much later that night I woke up to the sound of Teresa's drunken giggle and the voices of three men. I listened to them come upstairs and heard her bedroom door slam. My aunt sounded utterly wasted and the men were all lecherously joking.
"Fucking hell look at them tits!" I heard one of the men say. She was undressing for them then. I couldn't believe it but she had brought three men home, surely she wasn't going to fuck them all, knowing I was here?
I sat up and crept nearer the wall, pressing my ear against it, wanting to hear.
I heard the bed creak as a delicate weight rolled onto it, and a hurried rustling of clothing, presumably the men undressing.
Another weight joined her on the bed and I heard sucking noises, either kissing or his mouth, presumably on my aunt Teresa's mammoth tits.
I heard a male grunt, the telltale noise of that first satisfying penetration and the bed started creaking. My aunt started moaning, and I could tell from the feverish sounds of thrusting that he was fucking her hard. The other two voices cheered him on; "Go on lad, fuck her!" "Fuck me what a slag!"
The thrusts slowed down and I heard the guy groaning. Seconds later he sighed and rolled off.
"For fuck's sake mate did you just jizz in her?" one of the voices asked.
