All characters over the age of eighteen
Part 1
Anthony peeked through the crack of the door of the guest room as his heart raced and his cock swelled in his pyjama bottoms. Through a sliver of opening between the door and the frame he could see the dresser mirror and the reflection of his Aunt Bobby as she pulled her sweater over her head and revealed the two objects of his greatest desire: her magnificent, mouth watering, bra encased tits. The sight of her engorged melons, tightly packed in the smooth white cups atop her sweet, unblemished flesh drew from him a quiet sigh as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. Her tummy was flat with just a hint of her ribcage below her heavy breasts as his eyes drifted lower to the jeans below.
Nervously, Anthony looked about the darkened hallway to make sure that no one was about. His mother would scold him and drag him off by his ear if she had any inkling that he was spying on her older sister. The house was quiet as it was bedtime and everyone had retired to their rooms. Turning his attention back to the room, Aunt Bobby had turned to the side, giving him a profile view as she unhooked her bra and pulled it off. His mouth watered and his aching pecker throbbed as she let her girls settle on her chest. The sight of her full, round tits as succulent as over ripe pears capped with dark pink areolas, made the horny eighteen year old tremble with desire.
The poor teenager had been besotted with his sexy aunt ever since she'd come for a visit. At night he'd dream of her and all the things he'd do if she only gave him a chance. While his mother never saw it, his aunt would shoot him sexy smiles and coy winks when she caught him staring, which was nearly any time he was in a room with her.
His older sister, Camille, had noticed the crush he had on his aunt and had been giving him merciless ribbings whenever they were alone. "You know she's divorced again, right? She could probably go for a young guy like you," she said a few days ago and then laughed cruelly at his hopeful face. "Such a perv!"
Camille was more like Aunt Bobby than she was their own mother, Lee Anne. Where Bobby was boisterous and sexy, Lee Anne was demure and svelte. Camille didn't quite have the tits or ass of Aunt Bobby, but she was only twenty and her curvy body wasn't done filling out yet. Camille had been his focus for some time until Aunt Bobby came to stay. Anthony had gotten a few good peeks at his sister and even spied on her late at night while she was alone in the living room with one of her boyfriends. Their parent's might think Camille was a chaste, innocent young woman, but Anthony knew differently.
Bobby pushed her jeans off her hips and shimmied out of them, revealing the bushy triangle of black hair where her legs met. She ran her hands over her silky smooth legs, her breasts hanging from chest with a slight wobble as she moved. Anthony watched rapt with lustful delight as his gorgeous, stacked aunt inspected her figure and then stood up straight to admire herself in the mirror. His eyes roamed over her heavenly body ravenously, devouring her beauty as his mind flashed with images of her in his embrace.
A door opened somewhere behind Anthony, the loud click of the knob turning and the squeaky hinge as loud as alarm bells in the quiet night. His eyes flew up to his aunt's face and met her gaze as she stared at the reflection of the partially open bedroom door. His heart froze in his chest and panicked threatened to root him into place, but self preservation broke through his paralysis and he bolted for his bedroom. Slamming his door shut, he cringed at the sound and the way the house shook with the force he used.
Climbing into bed, he tried to pretend that he'd been asleep. He strained to hear any sign that his voyeurism had been detected, but no sounds came from the hallway. The faint flush of a toilet and water rushing through pipes a minute later and then the house was quiet once more.
Through his panic-stricken fear his cock remained as hard as steel; the image of his sexy aunt couldn't be forgotten so easily. In his mind he saw her cup her fabulous tits, lifting them up for him to gaze upon, his mouth opening in anticipation of sucking upon one pointed tip and then the other. She'd moan and sigh, pulling his face tighter against her chest, feeding him more of her tender flesh to his hungry mouth.
Anthony couldn't help but grip his cock, the twitching, pulsing rod demanding his attention. He gave himself a slow stroke and winced at the sound of his bed creaking. It was impossible to jerk himself off in this bed without it making noise. After the commotion he had made earlier, it was dangerous to leave his room again, but his boiling nuts demanded to be emptied and he crept from his room to the bathroom.
The hallway was quiet and dark, not a sound to be heard from any of the rooms. He turned to see that his aunt's door was firmly shut and with a small pang of disappointment, he contented himself with the memory of her sexy body burned into his mind. It was more than enough to get him through, but he'd always want another peek.
Stepping into the bathroom, he pushed the door almost closed, fearful the latch would alert someone to come and investigate. He flipped on the light and stood in front of the sink and stroked his engorged rod. His hand slid up and down his pole, imagining his aunt sucking on him like a sex starved siren. Her soft hand would be wrapped around the base of his shaft as her sensuous lips would be split open by his hard prick. He just knew that his aunt would give one hell of a blowjob and she'd love it when he came in her mouth or she'd jerk his load onto her pretty face.
In a matter of minutes he was shooting a thick load of jizz into the sink. He gasped for air as it came rocketing out of his cock, spraying the faucet handle and some drops even landing on the mirror. With a series of grunts he jerked blissfully until at least there was just a final dribble that hung from the tip of his penis. Anthony's body went limp with release, barely able to hold himself up as he recovered from his exhausting orgasm.
Reaching for the faucet, he thought he caught movement in the mirror and looked to see that the door had swung open silently an inch or more. A breath later he heard the faint sound of a bedroom door closing. Had someone spied on him? Had his aunt seen him pleasuring himself in the bathroom? Did she know that it was because of her that his cock had gotten so impossibly hard?
Now that his cock had fallen limp and safely tucked in his pyjamas, Anthony wasn't so worried if someone found him. He turned on the faucet and washed the evidence down the drain. Wiping the stray drops off the faucet handle, he dropped the tissue in the toilet and returned to his room, where he crawled into bed and fell asleep with a grin upon his face. Before morning he'd have a dozen dreams, all of them starring his busty Aunt Bobby.
Part 2
"His mother won't let him use the car if it's just the two of us," Camille pouted at the kitchen counter. She wore a charcoal gray sweater and a long skirt. Each day she looked more and more like her aunt.
Anthony snorted derisively, which earned him a dark glare from his sister.
"Well that seems reasonable," their mother remarked as she moved a pot onto the stove.
Anthony admired the way the apron tied tightly around his mother's waist accentuated her trim, hourglass figure. He didn't know when he'd first noticed that his mother was more than just 'Mom pretty', but once that happened, he couldn't stop. She was quite sexy in fact, with her toned body and round ass. He wondered if all boys suddenly noticed their mother as a sexual being or if he was just extra pervy as his sister claimed.
"I don't think a drive in is a place for a young couple anyway," Lee Anne continued. Her chestnut hair was pulled back with wisps hanging over her eyes. "I never went to a drive in when I was your age."
"I'm pretty sure that's a big lie," Camille said defiantly. She gave Anthony a long look, considering him with her scheming eyes. "What are you doing tonight?"
"I'm not sitting outside in the cold while you and Oliver make out in his mom's car, that's for sure." He popped an olive into his mouth and gave her a smirk.
"You could bring a date," she offered. "And Oliver will pay for everything."
"Uh huh, sure. Yeah that sounds like fun, trying to see a movie as you and your boyfriend dry hump each other in the front seat."
"Dry hump? As if," Camille snorted, her eyes flashing brightly.
"Besides, you do that in the back seat, silly." It was Aunt Bobby's voice who had added the last as she came into the kitchen. "And for another thing, nobody goes to the drive in to watch the movie."
Anthony laughed as his sister looked up, innocently studying the ceiling. Their mother had turned from the stove to give her daughter a disapproving glare. "See? I told you a drive in is no place for a girl your age!"
"Ahh mom!" Camille whined. "It's not like anything is going to happen. Anthony is going to be right there. It'll be like I'm in church."
"Who said I was going?" he asked incredulously.
