Part 2 in a new series. Check profile for first story. Enjoy.
The following day, while getting ready for Sunday school, I avoided looking at my aunt too much. But from her demeanor, it was like nothing happened. When I tried to catch her eye for a bit, she just flashed a quick smile and said, "Let's go sweety, we don't want to be late."
I stayed in that same daze of disbelief at the way my aunt was acting, and I wasn't sure anything had happened. Except I knew that it had. It was so real, and it was the most amazing thing ever. I was smitten. And now that she had confirmed that Melissa was boy crazy and she really liked me, I couldn't help but notice the complete way Melissa fawned over me. I should've realized that my lame jokes weren't that funny.
Because I remembered my agreement with my aunt, I did my best to avoid Melissa's gaze and not horseplay around with her as much, especially when my aunt was close by. I also tried to get my aunt to drop me a hint, at least confirm what happened last night wasn't a dream or a mistake.
After dinner, my aunt asked me to help her with the dishes. She put her hand on my arm and flashed me a look. I went studiously to the sink.
"Look, we need to set up some boundaries; the way you've been eyeing me, someone will get suspicious."
My hurt look caused her to step close and put her hand on my chest from behind. "We have to be very careful, and besides, I think we need to set up some real boundaries. While I did enjoy myself. I think I may have taken it too far." Her voice was soft and comforting. It drove me wild.
"So wait, you enjoyed yourself? Tell me more," I said, licking my lips.
She jabbed and stuck her tongue out. "Of course, I enjoyed myself, you little twit," she moved closer. "But seriously, I don't need this to escalate; we have to set boundaries. Like we agreed, I get you off, and you distance yourself from Melissa."
"Tracking"
"But this is just to get you off. Let's keep it to hand jobs, and you can look at my tits, but that's it."
"Wait, so I can't play with them?" I said, staring longingly at her chest.
"You're such a perv! I'm here offering you a five-star hand job and a great view, and you're still not happy with that?"
"Auntie, you are right, but look, I live in the same house as Melissa. Today was so hard trying to maintain my distance."
She reached and grabbed my boner from behind. "Mmmm, yeah, it is really hard." Her warm breath on the back of my neck sent shivers down my spine.
"And more than likely, I'm going to be hired and start working at the same store she's working at, and it's likely we'll share shifts together."
"Yes, I guess I can see your point," she said while rubbing my cock. She squeezed hard, almost enough to hurt me. Almost. "Alright, you fucking perv, you can play with my tits, but you're not sucking on them."
I gasped. My dick bulged and pulsed.
"Oh, you are so cute when you get excited... mmmm... maybe it will be a special treat once I see Melissa get over you."
Fuck Melissa, I was sucking on them titties!
"Yea, I think someone agrees," she said as she continued rubbing my cock, jerking me off through my pants. "Alright, the old fart turns in pretty early and is knocked the fuck out quick. The only thing will be Melissa. You guys have been staying up talking pretty late." And we had. In almost three short weeks, it seemed like we were best friends. I did like the little shirts and shorts she wore once her parents were asleep.
"I'll tell her I'm tired."
