Marcy jumped up from the hot bath she had drawn. The water was getting cool, anyway. She reached her cellphone before the voice mail picked up.
"Hi Mom. You aren't busy, are you?"
"Not too busy for you. You caught me in the tub. I'm naked and dripping water."
"Ooh, tell me more!"
"Well, my hair is pulled up, I have suds on my tits, and I just finished shaving my legs and then some."
"No! You shaved it all? I have to see that. Is that new since Dad left?"
Dad had moved out a while back. As they say, it's complicated.
'Yeah, he was old school about that, and, no, you can't see. We have talked about that."
"I know, but I can't speak for my cock, it's getting hard."
"Do something about it. Here I will let you talk to Marcy." She took a moment to assume her alter personality. "Hi, how's it going? I hear you have a problem that needs a woman's touch."
"When I heard you were standing there naked it got me excited. I think we both need a little help. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, thinking of you with a hard dick is getting me excited. I wish you were here."
"Me too. I want you to go into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. I want you to start rubbing your shaved pussy for me."
A minute or so later, He heard her heavy breathing through the phone. He began stroking himself, thinking of her rubbing her hairless twat.
"Describe what you are doing."
"I started rubbing the outside of my pussy, and now I have two fingers inside my wet hole. I'm thinking of the last time you fucked me, wishing you could be here now!"
"Oh Marcy, me too. I want to fuck you again. and many, many more times."
"You do? I'm going to cum!"
When her moans culminated into an orgasmic scream, it triggered his orgasm.
After catching their breath, Mike got back to the purpose of his call; he would be able to spend the summer break with her after all. He would be there Thursday.
******
When Mike arrived, he slept most of first day from sheer exhaustion from final exams and the trip home. When he awoke, he made his way to the kitchen.
"Well, the dead has risen again. Good to see you up and about. Come give your aunt a hug!"
Mike was puzzled, but went with it. He hugged her.
"Aunt Marcy, I assume?"
"That's right. I'm your mother's younger sister. Here to help you while your mom is in Europe for the summer."
"But Mom, I mean Marcy, I thought we were through with..."
"We are, but I am your aunt. It will serve me for the pool party."
"What pool party?"
"The one you are going to throw for your friends that still live around here. The cutest ones anyway."
Mike was catching on now. He knew about her affair with Dave, and he approved. He wasn't so sure about pimping her out like this. But she wanted it , so he was okay with it. He could set it up and sit back and watch her get hit on by guys his age. It could be fun.
"Are you sure? It will be like throwing meat to a pack of hungry dogs."
"Let your Aunt Marcy handle it."
"If you say so. I will set it up."
Mike got on the phone and managed to find four of his friends to come to the party. He knew they were the horniest of his old gang. He wondered which one would get lucky with his 'aunt.' His money was on Tom Meyer. He always seemed to have better luck with the high school girls.
Jim Olinsky also had gotten his share of attention from the ladies back in the day. Both of them were tall and athletic, Jim was blonde and had played basketball. Tom was brunette and heavier than Jim. He had been the back-up quarterback for the football team.
The other two invitees were Lynn and Terry Jameson. They were cousins that went everywhere together. The cousins were short maybe 5-8. They both had jet black hair. Lynn stood out because he was handsome. Terry was on the pudgy side and plain.
The cousins were not really in his sphere of close friends, but Mike was trying to get guys that had never met his Mom.
Mike didn't like the thought of any of these guy's hitting on her, so he decided to really buy into her identity as his his aunt. When he did, he found it easier to take and even somewhat exciting.
On the day of the party, Mike picked up the food and drinks while Marcy had a pedicure and a manicure. She also shopped for a new bikini. Whatever she thought about her soon to be ex-husband, he provided for her financially.
Tom was first to arrive. Mike always had felt intimidated by Tom's physique, and had to admire how he looked in a swimsuit.
The twins came next. Mike had knick named them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in high school and now saw no reason to change that now.
Jim, alway late in school, was the last to show up.
"Mike, is this another one of your sausage fests?"
"That is for your benefit, Jim."
Tom laughed, "Yes Green, where is the eye candy? I'm so horny I would even do your saggy old momma!"
"She's not here but my aunt will be here soon."
"What is she, 70? Maybe if she takes her dentures out."
As if on cue, Marcy came out of the house in her new, rather skimpy bikini. All five jaws dropped. Mike muttered under his breath, "70, my ass."
Marcy had purposely worn baggy clothes around the house since Mike had been home. So he was surprised to see how fine she looked. She had obviously been working out. Her body was toned and tanned. Her freshly painted fingernails and toenails we a brilliant red. The new bikini was hardly more than scraps of black fabric held together with red strings. She wore high heeled sandals to boost her 5-2 height as well as make her legs and ass look their best.
