Hey all:
Obviously this is a fantasy, but it's one I've had since I was in High School and even though I'm well past that era, every once in a while the idea of my aunt is just titillating. So before you post "It's not realistic," just remember, "realistic" is that we're here reading and writing this shit instead of actually doing it. This is fantasy. Enjoy.
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The warm summer breeze made the curtains across the cracked window flutter slightly as Rebekah tried to sleep. Usually these were her favorite nights; she was alone in a cool house, naked between the sheets with the warm gulf air slowly breezing in the window as she read a good book.
Tonight was different; her nephew had come to visit and they had had a wonderfully fun evening catching up as he passed through town. He had crashed on the sofa, but she was still wary of sleeping in the nude. Her robe was hung up on the back of her bedroom door, neatly on the hook it always hung on so she could go get the morning paper; in case he came wondering in looking for something she locked the door. She put on her relaxing music and pulled her tight jeans off over an ass that was tight and perky for her age.
As she began to wash her makeup off for the night she saw herself in the mirror and had all the familiar thoughts. Her breasts were a very nice size; they were big enough to flaunt but small enough that they weren't saggy after kids. Her body was in great shape; with age she had some freckles dotting her skin, which was flaxen save for her arms and legs, which were a dark tan color from the south Texas sun. Her dark brown hair contrasted with her pink lips, and as she observed the hints of wrinkles around her face she took comfort in the fact that she had a set of perfect lips and a pretty smile.
As she removed her bra, she remembered she'd not set the alarm. She slipped a t-shirt on and her robe and raced out to the entryway where the alarm console was. Barefoot in the dark, even walking quickly she was almost silent gliding across the tile flooring.
As she passed her nephew on the sofa she heard a low moan. She stopped for a moment in the dark and perceived, more than saw, her nephew stroking his cock. As her eyes adjusted to the dark she was sure of what she saw; with his head facing the other way he was certain he was alone. Everyone else had retired hours ago.
He began to buck as he came, wiping his load discreetly on his dirty t-shirt and setting it aside before rolling over and going to sleep.
Rebekah stalked over to the alarm, set it, and walked quickly back to her bedroom.
Her husband was out of town on business, as usual, and tomorrow was a Saturday. She had no plans, except to hang out at the coast with her nephew, her kids and some friends. She curled up with her music and book and began to read.
As the pages and minutes flew by, the story she was reading was entirely too gripping. The characters in this smut novel were caught up in a dangerous game of corporate espionage, but were passionately in love- or lust, rather- with each other despite being chased by hit men, PI's, and other dangerous people. During one extremely erotic scene she began to discreetly finger herself, rubbing her clit to the idea of herself being the heroine, rubbing her stocking clad legs along the lips of a dangerous man.
