We spent the rest of the day just lounging around the house and not doing much of anything all that constructive. Trying to process all that Auntie Em had told me kept my mind in a fog. Damn! Her and Mom! It was still difficult to believe.
Of course, I promised not to let on to Mom that I knew what her and Auntie Em were doing. Why wouldn't I make such a promise? I damn sure didn't want to ruin a good thing.
Night time found us sitting together in the swing out on the front porch sipping on cold sodas, snuggled up together and holding hands like the star-crossed lovers we had become.
Hardly a word was being said between the two of us. We didn't have to talk. The way I felt about Auntie Em and the way I was sure she felt about me was too powerful of a feeling to be explained or expressed through mere words. Instead, we communicated by a certain touch or a particular look one gave the other. It was a different kind of lovemaking. Something most folks probably wouldn't understand. It was real and it was palpable.
I would have liked to have stayed out there on the porch with Auntie Em all night, but we were getting sleepy. Auntie Em was yawning and I could barely keep my eyes open. Still holding hands, we stood up and went inside.
We took a slow, sensuous shower together washing and touching each other in those "special" places where we liked to be touched, causing an occasional moan from one or the other of us.
We went to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, welded together by a strengthening bond of love and trust that could only get stronger in the days to come.
Light was barely breaking over the horizon when I awoke the next morning. Somehow, I managed to extract myself from Auntie Em's embrace without waking her up. I put on my robe and padded down the hallway and into the kitchen.
I set the coffee maker up, plugged it in and turned it on. While I was waiting for it to work its magic I busied myself with scrambling some eggs and frying a bunch of bacon. When everything was done, I poured a cup of coffee and placed the eggs and bacon on a plate. I put everything on a tray I had found beneath the counter and was about to take it up to Auntie Em when she walked into the kitchen looking sexy as hell in her wrinkled sleeping gown and her normally well-groomed hair all in a mess.
She yawned and stretched. "That for me?" she asked.
"Thought I'd surprise you," I replied.
Auntie Em kissed me quickly on the lips and then gave me a big ole hug. "Thank you, Aaron. You're so thoughtful!"
"Sit down, love," I said in a pathetic attempt to sound British. "Feast your eyes on this lovely entrΓ©e."
"For me?" she asked in a falsetto voice. "Oh, how can I ever repay you?"
I mimed twisting the end of an imaginary mustache and leered at her. "I can think of a couple of ways," I told her, in a lecherous sounding voice.
Auntie Em continued the charade. She pressed the tips of her forefingers into her cheeks. Her eyes got wide as saucers. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Eat your food," I growled. "I need time to think about it."
She chewed her food slowly. Every couple of minutes she would stick out her tongue and, in an exaggerated motion, lick her lips. Damned if I wasn't getting turned on by all of this!
After she swallowed the last bite of food, Auntie Em finished off the rest of her coffee. She got up, sauntered over to where I was standing on the other side of the table and rubbed her tits against my chest.
"Have you decided how you want to be repaid for this kindness, sir?" she asked, still in her falsetto voice.
"I think I have," I said gruffly. "Follow me."
I grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway and back to the bedroom. "Turn around and take off your gown," I ordered.
Auntie Em turned around, grabbed the hem of her gown and began sliding it up her long cream-colored legs, sometimes pausing to wiggle her ass before bringing it up a bit further. I groaned in anticipation as it reach mid-thigh. The further up her legs it went, the harder I seemed to get.
When the hem of her gown had uncovered her well rounded ass I grabbed both of her quivering butt cheeks and spread them wide, revealing that little brown hole of hers. I wanted to fuck that shit factory right on the spot, but I resisted the temptation. This morning I had other plans for my Auntie Em.
She continued her slow, sensuous disrobing until she stood in front of me completely naked, her robe wadded up in her hands. She tossed it onto the floor on the other side of the bed.
I made her bend over and watched as those great mountains of hers sunk into the thick, down-filled comforter until they all but disappeared.
"Spread your legs," I told her.
"Oh, dear," she said. "Are you going to take advantage of poor little ole me?"
"Going to do a lot more than that if you don't spread your legs."
Auntie Em complied with my command. "Please, sir. Please don't hurt me!"
Still clutching her big round ass cheeks, I went to my knees and kissed her pussy lips, licking my way from one end to the other. On one downward lick, my tongue encountered a pea-sized nub of flesh that was peeking out from between the upper folds of her pussy.
My first contact with that part of her anatomy caused my auntie's ass to jerk violently. I licked again and got the same reaction, only stronger this time.
"What is this?" I asked.
"That's my clitoris," Auntie Em said with a low groan. She looked back at me. "My love button if you will. The center of my desire.
"Most women will love a man forever if he learns to take care of that part of her body. It's one of several places on a female that helps get her in the mood if you treat it right."
I pulled back and used my fingers to spread her lips wide so I could get a better look. "How am I doing so far?" I asked.
"Fine. Just fine. Keep doing what you're doing."
I stroked her clit several more times with the tip of my tongue and then licked her pussy lips and then licked along her skid plate until I reached that little brown eye of hers.
I paid homage to that hot little hole of hers until it was covered with a very generous layer of my saliva.
I reluctantly backed away, knowing that one day soon, the head of my big hard stick of meat would be pushing its way past that tight sphincter muscle, dragging the rest of my cock along with it until it was buried inside her bowels all the way to the root. For now, I would be satisfied to just saw my cock in and out of her steamy love box until I filled it with more of my tasty white spunk.
I rubbed the tip of my steel like rod against the portals of her glory, tracking my pre cum up and down her lips, before I pressed it against her love button. Humping along the furrows of her vulva the way I was caused the head of my cock to continuously stroke her clit. A series of unintelligible moans escaped Auntie Em's lips.
"Oh, Aaron," she gasped. "I love what you are doing, but I want you to do something else."