I woke up around noon with a splitting headache and no recollection of what I did before I fell asleep last night. I rubbed my eyes and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, almost wanting to fall back asleep but I knew with this headache I wouldn't be able to relax much. I noticed I was naked from the waist down, and my cock was standing straight up towards the ceiling. I debated on either jerking off or going to have a shower while I felt around for my phone, which ended up being underneath me on the bed. Suddenly I remembered last night and how I was texting Lauren when I got home, but I must have fallen asleep because I don't remember much else after that.
I picked up my phone and tried to focus on the screen. I noticed two text notifications, one from Lauren and one from aunt Laura. I asked myself why aunt Laura would have texted me so late last night, but I tapped on Lauren's notification first. She had sent me a few more texts after our last exchange which concluded with her saying she missed me and hoped I had a good night. That made me smile and I quickly typed a reply.
"Hey babe, I'm really sorry about last night. I must have passed out as soon as I hit the bed. I miss you too, let's do something today." I hit send.
As I re-read the messages she sent last night, I started to recall that I was naked from the waist down because I was attempting to send her a dick pic. I didn't see it in our text history, but I could have sworn I sent it.
"What the hell, did I dream that?" I thought to myself.
I switched to the photos app and lo and behold my dick pic was there. I sat there for a second, half admiring the picture I took and half wondering what the heck happened. I did recall having to wake myself up a few times before I tapped her name. But then it hit me like a punch to the gut. I had a text notification from aunt Laura from around the time I must have dozed off. Surely I couldn't have sent it to her instead, right? Their names did start with the same four letters so they were right next to each other in my contacts, and in the state I was in last night its possible I could have accidentally sent it to the wrong person. I immediately felt like I was going to be sick, partly from my hangover and partly from all the information that just entered my head. I picked up my phone again and went to my texts. I saw that Lauren hadn't replied yet, but what I did see was the reply preview that aunt Laura sent.
"... oh my god, Matt!" it read.
I just about threw my phone at the wall in an attempt to somehow destroy the evidence of what I did. Not like it would magically unsend and delete it from aunt Laura's memory though. Plus I couldn't exactly afford a new phone at the moment. I just stared at the text preview for what seemed like an hour before actually tapping on it to open it. The first thing I saw was exactly what I feared, the picture of my shiny wet cock in my hand that was meant for Lauren. I didn't even know how to begin explaining myself. I almost wanted to lie and make up a story about how my friends pranked me by sending out random dick pics to people on my phone. I chose to just live up to it.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry aunt Laura I didn't mean to send that to you. I was really drunk and half asleep last night and I accidentally sent it to you instead of someone else. Please don't be upset." I nervously typed with shaking fingers. I hit send.
I checked the time of her reply and it was about five minutes after the picture sent. All these thoughts started going through my head, like if she was alone when she saw it or did someone else see? Did she tell uncle Mike? Did she tell my parents? My stomach was doing flips. The entire time my cock was still rock hard, and what I thought of next might have been the reason.
"She replied a few minutes after I sent the picture and not right away." I thought to myself. "Could she have been looking at it for a while before she replied? Did she like it?"
More thoughts went through my head, but instead of scary scenarios of me getting alienated by everyone I knew, these were now perverted thoughts. These were thoughts of aunt Laura admiring my picture and even getting turned on by it. Perhaps her reply of "oh my god" was because she was pleased with what she saw. I was sent back to my youth when I had a crush on aunt Laura and her amazing tits. My cock leaked a bit of precum and started to slowly ooze out toward the bedsheet. I caught it and rubbed it along my cock and thought about various scenarios with aunt Laura for a minute before I realized how insane I was being. Obviously she wouldn't be interested, that would be extremely weird and awkward for both of us. I was probably just really in need of relief, so I started slowly stroking again and closed my eyes.
My mind wandered but always went back to aunt Laura. I imagined her sitting by the pool with her low cut top and I was standing in front of her, cock out and glistening after just being in the water. She stared at it while I inched closer and closer. It pointed straight at her face as she looked up and smiled at me as she let it slowly enter her mouth. She slowly bobbed her head up and down a few times before pulling it out of her mouth with a pop. She grabbed hold of it and aimed it lower, now aiming at her big tits. She started jacking me off and just before I unloaded on her chest, my dream was interrupted by a buzz on the bed beside me. I opened my eyes and looked at the screen. Two texts from aunt Laura.
"Oh god, here we go." I thought. Either I would be getting in a ton of trouble or she would believe my story and be cool with it. I started getting anxious as I tapped her notification.
"LOL wow, well I hope so." her first text said.
"Don't worry I totally understand. You kids and your weird new ways of interacting! Just be careful where you aim that thing ;)" her second text said.
I was immediately overcome with relief and let out a sigh. If anything I could reply with a witty remark and it will just become a joke between us. But what stuck with me was the last sentence of her text. She was talking about my cock and even included a winky face. I started feeling warm and got butterflies in my stomach. The thought of her actually enjoying the picture returned to my head. Before I knew what I was doing I was typing a reply.
"I'll try, but I can't make any promises. Sometimes it has a mind if it's own." I hit send. I wanted to stay on the topic of my cock and hoped she would take the bait and keep it going. If not, I guess it would end it then and there. I saw that she was typing a response.
"Oh, is that so? Does it do any tricks?"
If my heart skipped one beat, then it probably skipped five. I couldn't believe she was this invested in my perverted fantasy scenario. I laid back on the bed and began typing a response.
"Yeah tons!" I looked down and saw my cock sticking straight up towards the ceiling. "It can stand up all by itself and even wave to people." I hit send. I then thought of something to add on.
"You can play ring toss on it, and it won't get tired." I hit send again, and then immediately thought that I should have worded that differently so it didn't look like I was emplying that she could play ring toss on it, as much as I may have liked the idea.
"Oh wow, that is one talented tool you have."
I was started to like that she was specifically addressing my cock, basically acknowledging it in every text.
"Wait how does it wave, does it have little hands LOL!"
I exhaled sharply out of my nose and chuckled. What I meant was if I flexed my cock I could make it bounce up and down, but I wasn't sure how many details she wanted to hear which is why I stuck to the silly replies up until now.
"Well no... I meant I can wave to you with it." This time I meant to say 'you.' Send.
Her reply took a while this time, almost long enough to make me worry that she was aware of how far we've gone with our conversation. I was about to send another text when hers came in.
