Sexting with My Aunt Judy
When I was 10, both my parents were killed in an auto accident. The only relative that would take me in was my Aunt Judy, the youngest sister of my mother. She was barely twenty at the time but willing to take on the monumental task of raising her nephew. Somehow, she was able to attend and graduate college, which led her to a lucrative position with an ad agency. Incredibly, she accomplished all that while at the same time giving me the guidance and attention that any mother would give to a child. Patient and kind, she showered me with the gift of her love, and never once did she ignore me in preference to her own ambitions. In short, she was the perfect mother.
Judy always was available for me, including me on every vacation that she took, every weekend away. She was an avid hiker, an activity that we enjoyed together. As I grew older and began to play golf, she took lessons and would frequently join me on the course. There was no activity that we did not enjoy together.
Although she was shy and reserved with others, she was always open with me. I distinctly remember the times that we just sat and talked, and in many ways, we were best friends. Rarely was any topic off limits, but as expected from an aunt/nephew relationship, we only peripherally touched on any sexual subjects. Our openness with one another did not allow us to broach that subject, even as I grew older and began to attend college.
Judy dated infrequently, preferring to be a home body. This fact was surprising since Judy was pretty by any standard. She was a compact 5'2" tall, with shoulder-length, light blonde hair and bright blue eyes to match. She was slender, with a fair complexion and a gorgeous smile. Her body was athletic, almost boyish, but her perfect bubble butt ass was something that I quickly noticed as I matured. Aunt or not, I always watched her as she walked past me. More than once, I wondered exactly what she looked like nude.
Coming home one afternoon, I noticed that her friend, Carol, was visiting by her car which was parked in our driveway. Her best friend from high school, Carol a constant in our lives. She was a frequent visitor as she and Judy were seemingly joined at the hip. Although Judy seldom dated anyone, Carol was just the opposite. Carol went through men as rapidly as others would go through paper towels. One love interest would be replaced in quick order in Carol's life. Her conversations with Judy and me regaled us with funny and crazy stories of her love life. On any given week, Carol would recite who she was dating, what night club was she haunting, and any other detail that she could remember. She was an open book and did not mind spilling any of the specifics to us.
Walking in the kitchen from the garage, I could hear Carol and Judy in the living room talking. I caught the tail end of the conversation with Carol saying, "just have him send a dick pic." Judy responded, "You know I can't do that. At least, not yet." As I entered the room, they quickly hushed their conversation and looked in my direction.
Carol inquired, "what's up, Golden Boy?", a nickname that Carol had given me several years ago referring to my hereditary blonde hair. I gave the customary "nothing" as my perfunctory answer as I sat down in a wingback chair opposite the couch.
"What are you two discussing?" I asked, slightly raising an eyebrow with a suspicious smile and tilt of my head.
Carol and Judy glanced at another, and in unison answered awkwardly, "nothing."
Pressing the point, I pushed further. "Well, define 'nothing'."
"OK Mark, you got us," Carol interjected. "Your aunt was just telling me about her boyfriend Daniel. Quite the mystery man, you might say. Have you met him?" I admitted that I had not. As I did, I noticed that Aunt Judy's face flushed slightly. The news of a man in her life was quite unexpected as she had not mentioned anyone in her life, nor did I remember her going on any dates in the past six months.
"No," I mused. "But I caught a glimpse of him when he picked her up the other night." I noticed a slight smile emerge from Judy's face. "What's the matter, Carol? You think you have the boyfriend market cornered?" I teased.
"No," Carol continued. "It's just that I hadn't heard about this 'Daniel' before today. Your aunt has kept him a closely guarded secret."
"Of course," I countered. "She's afraid that you're going to want him as well." Carol and Judy laughed. We continued the conversation for a bit before Carol had to leave. After her departure, Judy plopped down on the couch and sighed.
"Thanks for backing me up there, nephew. I just got tired of Carol's bragging about all the different guys she had dated. Then, she started trying to convince me to go out with one of her old boyfriends, and I just blurted out a story that I was dating someone named Daniel. I got in over my head before I knew it. The worst part is that I made up the fact that he is married. It was the only way I could explain why she hasn't seen us together. Now, I don't know what I am going to do. I've made up an imaginary, married boyfriend, and I just can't bear the thought of fessing up to Carol. She will never let me live this down."
"You came in at the right time," Judy resumed. "She was insisting that I get him to text me. She didn't believe me and wanted proof. I just can't admit to Carol that I made up this story."
We sat and talked for an hour. She told me that she had just not wanted to date any of Carol's friends. They were boring people who were all into themselves and were only interested in getting her in bed. Plus, she was a little embarrassed that she could not match any of Carol's dating stories, thus falling into a trap of her own making. I readily agreed that admitting that she had made it all up might be a mistake and perhaps Carol would just forget about it.
"OH, NO!" Judy exclaimed. "She's not going to let this one go. She is going to keep prying until she gets more information about 'Daniel'. I have no idea what I am going to do." She shook her head.
Shrugging my shoulders, I offered, "if she wants proof, let's give her some proof.
Judy looked at me with skeptical eyes. "Mark, what do you mean?" she asked.
"Just change my contact info on your phone where it will show Daniel as the name of the contact. I'll send some text messages to you, and you can pretend it is from Daniel. I send the usual 'I had a great time last night' and 'I can't wait to see you again', and you can respond. Show her your phone the next time you're together. Give it some time and dump me, I mean him. Easy peasy, Japanesy."
Judy readily agreed, and we began our clandestine strategy to create a series of text messages between the two of us. Back and forth, Judy and I would text each other during the day and late at night to match when they were to meet. At first, we would be in the same room conspiring on the content of the messages. After a few days, we just texted what we thought a blossoming romance might entail in text messages. In any event, we hoped that showing Carol the messages would end any suspicion. Of course, that was not going to be the case.
Two weeks after initiating the texting plan, Judy came home with a frown on her face. I knew instantly that the texting plan was not working in some respect. I asked what was wrong.
