We finished our shower and hurriedly got dressed, Auntie Em in her room and me in mine. We went casual as there were no dress up restaurants in Parkston. Just Ruby Lee's Steakhouse. Usually no reservations were necessary, but this being Friday night, the place would be packed. Hence, the reason for reservations.
I was mildly disappointed that Auntie Em had to cover those fantastic fun bags of hers. Too bad we couldn't have gone au natural. Would have been fun seeing the looks on everyone's faces. Talk about fodder for them old biddies from church!
I'll have to admit that Auntie Em looked sexy as hell in her fluffy blue skirt and white blouse. She had on nylons, too. I didn't know if they were thigh highs or pantyhose. I was confident that I'd find out before the night was over. Those dull black flats she wore didn't do a whole lot for her, but who cares? I wasn't interested in her shoes anyways. Me? I wore an old faded pair of jeans, a pair of nearly new tennis shoes and a gray polo shirt.
We headed out to the Camry Mom had left for me to drive. I held the door open for Auntie Em. For some reason she was acting shy. Kept her skirt from riding up when she sat down in the passenger seat. A bit disappointed, I closed the door, went around to the driver's side, piled in and started the car up. Gave it a couple of seconds for the oil to circulate before putting it in gear.
"What color panties you wearing tonight?" I asked as we were pulling out of the driveway and onto the road.
Auntie Em gave me a sweet, innocent looking smile. "You'll just have to wait and find out."
"I hope it's those shiny black granny style ones," I told her.
She tried her best to act indignant and insulted. Did a pretty good job, but I wasn't buying it. Not after what we'd been doing for most of the day.
"And just how in the world would you be knowing anything about my underwear?" she asked. "You been snooping around in my room when I'm not there?"
"It ain't exactly a secret, you know. Anybody who drives by on laundry day can see them hanging on the line just a flying in the breeze."
Auntie Em grunted. "I still think you snoop around where you don't belong when I'm over at your mother's."
I raised an eyebrow. "Can you prove it?"
"No, but your mother has the same suspicions about her underwear. Are you a pervert or something?"
I laughed heartily. "No, Emma, I'm not a pervert. But I'll tell you the truth about the underwear thing if you'll answer one question for me. Okay"
Auntie Em put her hand on my thigh. "Depends on the question."
"Be serious, Emma. You have to promise to give me an honest answer."
"Okay," she said. "But, you first. Do you dig around in me and your mother's underwear drawers?"
I nodded my head and quietly answered in the affirmative.
Auntie Em grabbed the bulge in my pants and gave it a light squeeze. "I can't hear you. Tell me again."
"Yes," I said, a bit louder this time.
"I thought so," she said. "That would explain why some of my panties go missing and show up in my hamper a day or two later." She giggled for a second before continuing.
"So that's your spunk soaking the crotches!" she said, looking as though a light had just been turned on inside her head. "I thought it was your father's. I seldom thought about you being the culprit."
Dad? First Auntie Em hints around about Mom and now she mentions Dad. I was beginning to think that this family had some major skeletons in the closet.
I hardly ever made excuses for my actions. That wasn't my style. And tonight was no exception. I just stated a simple fact. "They look and feel so sexy."
"But why soil them like you do with your cum?"
"'Cause I would fantasize about taking them off you and fucking you until you can't walk straight. I had to have something to shoot my spunk into."
Auntie Em adjusted her seat belt. "Okay," she said, as she massaged my steel tempered rod. "I guess I understand. Now then, what's your question?"
We were pulling into the restaurant parking lot when Auntie Em finished talking. "We're here," I said as I swung into the nearest parking space. "Let's get something to eat before our stomachs sue us for neglect. Then I'll ask you."
Auntie Em squeezed my cock one last time before we exited the car and went inside. I came (no pun intended) within an inch of starting the car and going back to Auntie Em's. Damn, but I wanted that woman so badly!
Once we were seated at our table, the waitress brought us our menus. I ordered a t-bone steak, baked potato and a small salad. Auntie Em looked the menu over for a few seconds longer before settling on a Cobb salad. We didn't order anything special to drink. Just told the waitress to bring us each a large glass of water.
The place was packed and we were sitting at a table smack dab in the center of the dining area so there wasn't a whole lot we could do in the way of flirting. Once I did manage to take my shoe off and put my foot between her knees. All it took to make me stop and put my shoe back on was one angry glare from Auntie Em.
She spoke in a voice so low, I could barely hear her. "People know us here!" she said. "Do you want this relationship to stop before it even has a chance to get started?"
I shook my head.
"Then settle down, dammit."
I jammed my foot into my shoe and settled back in my chair. "I'm sorry," I mouthed just before the waitress put our food on the table in front of us. The subject was closed. We had more important things to do; like eat!
The rest of the time was spent devouring our food and making small talk about things like the weather and what my plans were when I started college. Auntie Em called the waitress over and asked for the bill. She paid the tab and to the door we went.
Just as I started to open the door for my auntie, someone from the outside pushed it open. In walked a couple who looked to be about the same age as Auntie Em. He was a couple inches taller than me. Thinner, too. His hairline was beginning to recede big time. Less than half of his scalp had any hair left on it. She was a gorgeous looking woman with long, dirty blonde hair. Like Auntie Em, she had tits out to here.
"Emma!" she gushed as they bussed each other's cheek. "How are you? Haven't seen you in church for a while. Everything all right?" She looked me over with more than a passing interest.
"Linda! George." Auntie Em said. "Long time no see!"
