Tipsy Aunt Amanda has incestuous sex with her 19-year-old nephew, Mike.
I've always had a crush on my Aunt Amanda. I've never wanted to have incestuous sex with anyone, and I never thought that I'd ever have incestuous sex with anyone but, if I had incestuous sex with anyone, I'd love to have illicit sex with her. Where many men my age are sexually attracted to their mothers, their sisters, their cousins, and not their aunts, I loved my aunt. I've always wanted to have forbidden sex with my aunt.
Not as pretty, nor as sexy, and a bit overweight, but still having enormous breasts, my mother didn't sexually excite me in the way that my aunt did. Always trying to sexually seduce me, my mother was always flashing me her panties and her naked breasts when dressing and undressing with her bedroom door wide open. Yet, I wasn't as sexually interested in my mother as I was sexually interested in my aunt. Maybe I wasn't interested in having sex with my mother because, with her clearly wanting to have sex with me, not much of a conquest, she was too easy.
I was more sexually interested in my aunt than in my mother. A beautiful redhead with huge breasts and a sexy and shapely body, I'd give anything to have sex with my Aunt Amanda. Giving me more to masturbate over, I'd give anything to see her in a sexy nightgown, in her tiny bikini, in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. Suffice to write, in the way that I wasn't interested in seeing my mother without her clothes, I masturbated over imagining seeing my aunt without her clothes.
I jumped at the chance when my aunt offered me $20 to drive her home from our annual, family gathering so that she could relax, unwind, and drink while mingling with everyone. Refusing the money, I'd willingly drive my aunt home for free. I'd even pay her to drive her home. Hoping she'd invite me to stay overnight, I'd love to spend some alone time with my aunt talking while drinking.
Not much of a drinker, with my aunt so very small, tiny actually, in stature, not much taller than Dolly Parton, it didn't take more than one or two drinks to get her feeling good. With the drinking laws very strict, the last thing that she wanted was a DUI ticket. My aunt's double D, natural breasts were the same cup size as Dolly's surgically enhanced and implanted, double D breasts. With her having natural, red hair instead of dyed blonde hair, she was a younger and prettier version of Dolly.
'I wonder if she can sing,' I thought. 'I'd love to hear her sing, Jolene or I'll Always Love You, a song that Dolly wrote of her ex-lover Porter Wagoner.'
After driving her home, even though I was looking forward to staying overnight at her house, I was nervous. A bit self-conscious staying over anyone's house, more comfortable at home and sleeping in my own bed, I was more comfortable and in the habit of sleeping in the nude. When home and alone in my room, something that I routinely did, I was always walking around naked. I hated the constricting confinement of wearing clothes, especially pajamas to bed while sleeping. I loved the sensation of my dangling cock unencumbered.
Undoubtedly, for me not to embarrass myself or my aunt, for this one night, I'd have to sleep in my underwear. I'm not sure if I'd be more embarrassed or more sexually excited if my aunt caught me naked. Now that I think of it, my mother, my aunt's older sister, was always embarrassing me by flashing herself to me and by bursting open my bedroom door and deliberately catching without my clothes.
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While still wondering if my Mom's voyeurism was deliberate or accidental, not really sure, yet bad enough that she was an exhibitionist, my Mom caught me naked many times. As if she was psychic or had a hidden camera in my room, somehow, timing it perfectly, she was always bursting open my bedroom door without knocking and seeing and staring at my naked prick. My mother stared at my naked cock in the way that I'd stare at my Aunt Amanda's naked breasts.
Now that I think about it, not a difficult leap to make, I suspected that my mother was trying to catch me without my clothes. With her without a man in her life, she was trying to see my naked prick. Further, I suspected that my mother wanted to have incestuous sex with me in the way that I wanted to have forbidden sex with her sister, my aunt. I'd willingly have sex with my mother, if I could have a threesome with her sister.
"Jesus, Mom. Don't you ever knock," I asked while standing there naked as if I was a deer caught in a car's headlights?
Always at the wrong time for me but seemingly, the right time for her, she continued barging in my bedroom without knocking when I was naked. Yet, in her defense, whenever I was in my bedroom with the door closed, I was usually naked. Still, after all of this time, she should have known that I'd be in my room naked and respected my privacy and my right to be naked in my own room and in my own house.
She should have respected my privacy by not barging in my bedroom. She should have had the courtesy of knocking on my bedroom door, allow me a chance to get decent, and wait for me to invite her in before bursting in without knocking. Obviously, my mother wanted to see my naked prick. Obviously, my mother wanted to have incestuous sex with me, her own son.
In the way that I wished that I could see my sexy aunt naked, my mother clearly wanted to see me naked. Clearly, she enjoyed seeing me naked while embarrassing me. In the way that I masturbated over imagining my aunt without her clothes and having sex with me, I wondered if my mother masturbated over seeing me without my clothes while imagining having sex with me.
A freeing experience, nothing wrong with being naked in your own room with the door closed, I enjoyed being naked in my own room. Actually, not shy or embarrassed about my nudity, I could have been a nudist. I'd love to go to a nude beach. I wondered if my aunt would go to a nude beach with me. I'd love to see my aunt naked. How hot would that be to be naked with my sexy aunt at a nude beach while swimming in the way and sunning our naked selves on the sand?
I only wished that my mother had more respect for my privacy. I only wished that my bedroom door had a lock. As if she wanted to stroke my prick, suck my prick, and/or fuck my prick, my mother was always ogling me with lustful, sexual desire. I only wished that she didn't embarrass me by ogling me. She made me feel so used, abused, and dirty. I only wished she looked more like her kid sister. Then, while having incestuous sex with my mother, I'd imagine that I was having sex with my aunt.
'Wow,' I thought.
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"Jesus, Mom," I said just as I opened my eyes and shot a huge load of cum all over my chest and stomach. "Don't you ever knock? I'm so embarrassed," I said. "How would you like it if I barged in your bedroom while you were dressing or undressing and caught you topless or naked? How would you like it if I caught you masturbating?"
