Standing in the bathroom, his heart still pounding from having just brought her to her second orgasm sucking her wonderful dark nipples, his cock still tingling from her having taken his entire creamy load, he watched Auntie May bend over to pickup her bra, her blouse and suit jacket, her wonderful chocolate breasts swaying with her every movement, he wondered why Auntie May had just said "They had to get him ready for Uncle Max."
So he asked, "What do you mean get me ready for Uncle Max?"
"Well, first, we need to take showers so we don't smell like cum and pussy juice," she said, smiling gently at him, her white teeth contrasting against her dark face. "I'll explain in detail later, but for now all you need to know is that your Uncle will be wanting to welcome you too," she said, giving him a lewd smile as she walked out the door, her large full breasts wobbling with each step. As he watched her go, his noticed how wide her shoulders were and running his eyes down her back how much of an hourglass figure she had, till finally his gaze fastened on her wide bottom. Her hips were so wide, and her suit pants fit so well they accentuated the gap between her thighs, a gap he really wanted to see up close and personally.
His heart continuing to pound with the lingering thrill of the most erotic woman he'd encountered in his young life, he leaned into the shower and turned on the hot water, wondering what she meant about Uncle Max "Welcoming him." He stripped of his shirt and socks; the only things he still had on after Aunt May had so generously removed his pants, and stepped into the shower.
He was still hot, thinking of running his tongue over Auntie May's dark chocolate nipples, and his cock stood firmly erect while he soaped up under the warm water. He heard a loud rumbling as a vehicle pull up in front of the house and assumed it was Uncle Max in his diesel pickup. Two minutes later he heard his Uncle's voice in the hallway calling May, and her unintelligible response.
He was facing the shower head, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, when he felt a rush of cold air on his wet back, and heard his Uncle's voice right behind him.
"Oh it's you in here. Well, look at you! You've certainly gotten a lot bigger since I saw you last, and you look like you've been working out. Good muscle tone kid," and in a lower suggestive tone added, "I had a nice firm butt like that when I was your age."
Pleased his uncle had commented on his muscle tone, he turned around, forgetting his fully erect cock, and was delighted to notice his Uncle's eyes run over his muscular body and nod with approval, then drop to his engorged cock his where his gaze lingered a bit longer than necessary, then said, "Your Dad's right. That is the only thing about you that looks like him." He said nodding at Tom's cock, then turned to go and said over his shoulder, "I'll see you in about 20 minutes in the den for drinks before dinner, after I get a quick shower."
Tom was drying off, one foot on the edge of the tub, his now semi erect cock in full view of the open door, when Aunt May, dressed in a long sleeved, ankle length dress, with a tight low cut white lace up bodice, that accentuated her dark chocolate complexion, and deep cleavage, walked by the open door, glanced in and saw him.
"Mmmmmmm. Very good looking stuff you have there!" she said in a low throaty whisper, pointedly looking at his cock, while pushing her breasts up with both hands as if offering them to him to suck again. He glanced from her enticing creamy chocolate cleavage to her face, and saw that she was looking him directly in the eyes while she ran the red tip of her tongue in and out over her dark upper lip; but before he could say anything, she moved past the door out of sight.
He was so distracted by her licking her lips and teasing him with her breasts to notice if she was wearing a bra, or if her wonderful tits were confined by a bra or just the laced bodice of the dress. Then, while he spent a couple minutes shaving, he lewdly wondered if she was wearing any panties and the licentious thoughts caused his cock to harden. Two minutes later, his face now free of any "fuzz" as his Dad called it, he walked into his room to dress for dinner. He threw the towel on the chair and opened his duffel bag, but it was empty. About the same time as he discovered his empty duffel bag, Aunt May called down the hallway.
"Tom, I took the liberty of hanging your clothes in the spare closet in our room, because the one in your room is full of boxes of our business records. The rest of your stuff is in the dresser on the left side of the closet."
Nude, but hearing the shower running and knowing Uncle Max was still in the shower, he went into the master bedroom, to find his clothes and get dressed. All his clothes had been neatly hung on the left side of the closet, shirts on the top bar, pants on the bottom bar. A small short 4-drawer chest sat just inside the door on the right. He was dressed quickly, just a dress shirt and lacks sans shorts, and his dockside loafers. The type of dress his Dad called business casual, and had insisted Tom learn to wear instead of the T-shirt and jeans he preferred.
Finally dressed, his uncle still in the shower, he went down the hall toward the den. It was a large airy room with a high ceiling, plush carpet, a built-in bar in one corner, a larger flat screen TV opposite the bar, a full sized pool table fit comfortably opposite a card table and chairs, and a large couch occupied the wall next to the bar. Aunt May was sitting on one of the stools at the bar sipping a cocktail.
"Do you want a drink before dinner?" She asked, looking him up and down, and nodding approval of his casual dress. "Good choice of clothes. Max wants to go the Steak House. I think you'll like it."
He wondered how the dress she was wearing would fit in at the Steak House, but realized he didn't care. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.
When he didn't answer immediately, she said, grinning "I know your not 21 but you're close enough, and we know you're plenty old enough for other adult stuff so you can have a drink."
Realizing she had said something to him, he glanced at her eyes, to see she was watching him with an amused concern on her face, "You think you can keep from staring at my tits while we're at dinner Tom? Or should I put on something else so you concentrate on eating something else?"
He flushed deep red, realizing she had caught him staring - again, and obviously had a very good idea of what he was thinking.
I'm sorry Auntie; I didn't mean to be rude. I'll try to do better," he said genuinely embarrassed that he couldn't control himself any better than he had.
"Oh sweetie you're not being rude. I really do love having you look at me that way, it make me feel good, and it reminds me of Max when he's really horny, but you need to think of your Uncle and not embarrass him by staring at me when he's around," she said gently.
