It had been a night of fitful sleep to say the least. Hours earlier, I had witnessed my aunt Kelly and her maid making out right in front of me; almost as if to be teasing me. If teasing was their intention, it worked well. Even after two quick jerk-off sessions, I couldn't find rest; my mind's eye continued to play out the way Kelly's hands had milked Lita's pendulous breasts as they had kissed deeply, and afterward seeing how Kelly's own nipples were leaking causing liquid to darken the filmy night gown she was wearing.
For some reason, the idea of suckling my aunt's milk-laden breasts was intensely appealing yet made me feel somewhat ashamed. I just had no idea why – I just felt that those thoughts, those – lusts, should not be present. She was family – my mom's sister. Would I dare think those things about even my mom? Oddly, my nearly flaccid penis stirred – was I even thinking that way about my OWN MOM?
It was during those early morning hours of deep sexual introspection that I thought I heard a noise in the hallway outside my bedroom door. It sounded like my aunt (or Lita?) were passing by my room and had stopped just outside my door for a moment, as if someone were listening. I stayed still in the dark, the coolness of the sheets comforting against my swelling manhood. My god, I thought – I get hard at even the sound of her being nearby... I MUST be a perv.
But then whoever it was left and I heard the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door open but yet I didn't hear it shut. I could see the dim light from under my door, knowing then that whoever it was must have left the door open. I couldn't hear anything other than perhaps the sound of water in the sink but my mind was racing – was my aunt or her maid in there going to the bathroom? Had she left the door open on purpose or did she just assume I was asleep and wouldn't even hear? Did she WANT me to see her peeing? My cock was now hard again and it strained for release yet my testicles felt a little achy, having been emptied twice only a couple of hours ago. I was a mess...
So, being the horny but curious young man that I was, I sat up in bed and slid my feet to the floor. Getting up ever so slowly, I crept to the door to listen closely and it was then that I hear what sounded like gentle moans or crying – I couldn't tell which. Having my curiosity as well as my libido running at full alert I gently turned the door knob, being extra careful as to not make a sound and pulled the door open just an inch or so. Instantly, the sounds were clearer...
It sounded like crying but still, I could not be sure.
Slipping on my boxers (over my deflating penis) I then softly padded out into the hallway, faking a slight cough so as not to surprise who ever it was in the bathroom.
It was Kelly.
She was partially wrapped in a dark purple robe, sitting on the edge of the tub. She was looking at the doorway as I walked near and stuck my head around to look in. Her eyes were red and a little puffy and I am sure I saw moisture on her cheeks.
"Kelly? Is everything ok?" I asked timidly.
She tried to fake a smile and just shrugged her shoulders. "I really shouldn't trouble you with this..." she softly said.
"It's ok", I mumbled, noticing that her robe just barely covered her beautiful breasts. "It's Lita... we had a fight."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Well, I don't know... it was kind of about you." Now, I was definitely more curious than ten cats.
"What about me?"
