Author's note: This is a fictional tale. All characters engaging in any sexual activity are over the age of 18years.
This is a follow up to "Sean's Aunt, Kaitlin" if you haven't read it, you can still read this but it will be better if you read that first.
In the last part: Sean Murphy is home for the summer and fucks his Aunt Katie, who has been his childhood crush.
Have fun.
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"Sean!"
"Are you going to move at all today?"
"I don't know."
I listlessly reply to my mother. She hovers over me. Her piercing gaze is starting to hurt a little bit.
'Maybe she will go away if turn the other way.'
So I turn my back on her and curl my legs. The living room couch is big enough that I can easily fit my whole body and still there would be a little space left. I can hear the noise from the TV but not her footsteps. I glance behind me to find that she is glaring at me. I sigh at my mother's stubbornness and turn around to face her.
"It's been four days since you came home. Moping around, it's all you have done in these four days. How long will this continue?"
"I don't know."
"What happened, baby? Talk to me please."
She sits by my legs and takes my feet in her lap. Any other day this would be a joyful event, but today I don't feel anything as she gives me a light rub on my legs.
"Nothing happened."
"Something must've happened. You were so excited when I told you that Holly and Amy were going to be home soon. And suddenly you have turned to this..."
She gestures at me with her hand and makes a disgusted face. I feel that it's a little uncalled for. Even if I may have been lying across the television all day, it's not like I haven't been looking after my personal hygiene or something. I would be crazy if I don't at least take a shower at this time of the year with all the heat. Whatever, I don't feel like arguing with her.
I extend my hand towards the bag of crisps on the coffee table, but she snatches it before I could dig in.
"Won't you tell me? Why are you so dispirited? You can have this after you tell me!"
"Whatever."
I am not particularly hungry anyway, so she can keep it if that's what she wants. I put my hand over my eye to shield them from the light and her piercing gaze.
"Should I call Katie?"
'Fuck!'
She has moved on to threatening me. My heart hurts at the mention of Katie's name, or more accurately
Aunt Katie's
name because that's what she told me I have to call her. I can no longer call her by her name and can no longer hold her in my hands.
'It fucking hurts!'
I stare at my mother. She is completely wrong if she thinks that she has caught on to something. In fact, she can't be more wrong. And if she does follow up on it and indeed calls Katie, it would only serve to increase her frustration.
"Fine. Do as you want."
I sharply say and then look to cover my eyes with my arms.
"Baby, please..."
She stops my arms and takes my face in her hands. As she bends forward, I get a clear view of her cleavage and milk melons because of our respective positions. If I just shift a little, I can even catch a hint of black peeking out from the whiteness of her skin.
'She's not wearing a bra?!'
This odd thought passes through my mind. Surprisingly, she is unaware of my lecherous gaze and continues in a soft tone.
"Why won't you talk to me? I don't like seeing you like this. If you just talk to me, maybe I can fix it."
She smiles to reassure me. I think she really believes that she can fix anything when it comes to her son and maybe she could, but not this time. This is one problem that she can't fix. No one can, except for the person who created it. And that person doesn't want to deal with it anymore.
I maintain my silence. The unintentional bribe of getting a peek at her breasts is not enough at my current mood.
"You used to tell me everything, didn't you baby?"
'Yeah, maybe when I wasn't getting my heart squashed by my aunt.'
I love my mom. Honestly, I love her more than a normal healthy 19year old male should. She is too fun and understanding and cool. But there is no way that she would be an understanding mother about this thing. I mean she must
really
love me if she can just overlook that I slept with my aunt, her sister-in-law, and then got royally rejected by her.
'So sorry Mom, I just can't...'
Seeing me keep mum and steady through all her different tactics, she gives up. She kisses me on the forehead and leaves while sighing heavily. I feel bad for keeping it from her, but there's no other choice. I watch her turn around to glance at me one last time before she finally leaves my vicinity.
I flip through the channels mindlessly as I recall how Katie brushed me off, how easy it was for her to just reject me. I felt so unloved at that moment. After all that she said during the night when we were in bed together and in the morning after she sucked me to completion, it felt surreal when all it took was a single call from her husband for her to kick me to the curb.
Her chief reason being that she is a married woman, and for the other more obvious reasons that we can never have a future together. Maybe the fault is with me, I should've just thought of it as a summer fling, a onetime thing. But how can someone do that when you know that you love the other person. I mean, I didn't know it right then, but I realized it in the morning, in the harsh light of the day that I really did love her and want her.
'Fuck!'
I get more depressed every time I think about it. I just can't seem to get over it. It's been more than a couple of days but it feels like only a second has passed since she sent me packing with a chaste peck on my cheeks, as if I was a little kid who will get pacified so easily. I shut my eyes in hope that I can somehow sleep it off.
"Sean!"