Disclaimer
This story includes strong sexual themes including: masturbation, excessive ejaculation, incest, dominance, submission, and unrealistic female and male anatomy. Any of these actions reflecting real life situations are coincidental, and are neither condoned or encouraged. All characters are 18 or over. This story was written for entertainment purposes only, so please enjoy.
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Simon Memphis was a pretty typical 22 year old "guy" or "dude", depending on your vernacular; the kind that was still immature with a proclivity for poor judgment, and prone to mistakes. Very much like many young men, he was trying to find himself after completing college and had to answer the age-old question, "what do I do now?" Simon was a tall young man with fair skin and light brown hair that was slightly longer than he was used to, which was a buzz cut most of the time, but he liked the slight wave his hair naturally grew when it got longer, as that got him more attention from women. Like many men in their 20's, he kept himself fit but nothing close to a body-builder's proportions. Running, climbing, and some isometric work seemed to suit him just fine and he was able to couple these light exercises with work, gaming, and hanging out with his friends. Simon's job was simple and not too mentally taxing, but like everyone recently out of college, he wanted to land that cushy job early with the huge salary for seemingly little work.
For now at least, he would settle for enough money to move out of his mother's home and get his own bachelor pad, of which many of his friends already had, and that he was jealous of. His mother, Candice, was the youngest of three sisters and a very beautiful woman in her early 40's. Not a tall woman, standing at 5'6", but with her dirty blond hair and the most beautiful smile, she stood out in any group even among taller and more buxom women. Unfortunately, her husband, Simon's father, had passed away just before Simon was to start high school. This devastated Candice greatly, as any loss of a loved one would, and since then her sole focus was getting her son through school and out on his own. She made a promise to herself that once he was taken care of, then she would focus on her own well-being again.
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Having been able to call it an early day from work on a Thursday, Simon thought he could fit in a few errands before heading home. In all reality, he didn't dislike being at home, it was just that his mother often found more projects for him to do. And when he wasn't completing some chore for her, she was often very possessive of his attention and time; probably due to no other man being around in her life. After he completed his drop-off at the UPS store, and picked up the new fixtures for his mother's bathroom from the hardware store, he found he had not burned as much of the afternoon as he had thought. Resolved to head home to his mother's house, Simon had hoped--and not for the first time--to have some solitude.
As he pulled onto the street where he and his mother lived, he saw a curious sight, an ostentatious sports car in the driveway. He didn't recognize the car, nor had any idea who drove it, and wondered who could be visiting them. Simon parked in front of the house--so as not to block in the mysterious driver--and eagerly approached the front door of the house. He stood at the front door, wiped his feet, and plowed into the entryway. To his legitimate surprise, he was elated when he discovered that his Aunt Brigit had paid them a visit, but neither his mother nor his aunt had noticed his entrance yet. It had finally dawned on him, he had heard his Aunt Brigit was doing quite well recently and had made some major improvements to her life. Beginning with the car of course, but upon a closer inspection, Simon saw just how much his aunt's appearance changed.
Brigit Hightower was the eldest of three sisters and she was an absolute bombshell. Without heels, she stood a tall 5'10" and with heels she was easily over 6', which made her quite domineering to most women and men. Her bright auburn hair was long and voluminous, it looked as though it would have weighed several pounds if it were collected and picked up. Her knee-high skirt did nothing to cover the muscles of her thighs that lead up to her insanely firm glutes and buttocks. The small buttons on her blouse strained and fought to stay together against her massive breasts that sat so firm and upright, they hardly needed a bra. Simon did not discriminate, implants or natural, he loved looking at large breasts.
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Candice and Brigit were enjoying their conversation as they laughed and swayed back and forth in their seats in the living room. Simon thought it polite to at least put his stuff away before saying hello, but his aunt's eye caught him before he could make it to the stairs.
"Hello? Is that my nephew creeping in?" Brigit was still facing her sister, but her eyes were focused on the other side of the room where the stairwell started. She had a devilish grin on her face as she spoke. Brigit then stood up with a large gasp, "there he is. Simon come say hello and give me a hug." Simon quickly put his bags down by the steps and entered the room to embrace his aunt.
"Aunt Brigit, it's so good to see you." And Simon meant it too. Not only was he looking forward to her company, but his aunt's presence would surely occupy his mother's attention and he'd finally get some time to himself.
While stuck in an inappropriately tight hug with his aunt, he couldn't help but notice that her massive breasts were both very firm, yet soft and giving way to the pressure from his body. She smelled incredible too, the combination of her breasts, the heat from her body, and scent filling him up, he was intoxicated and aroused. Finally, his aunt let go of him and he stepped back. "Aunt Brigit, look at you! You look fantastic! Just...wow!"
"Oh you're very kind, I'll remember that for later," she said as she winked at her nephew.
At that time, his mother had risen from her seat to also greet her son. "You're home early, I didn't expect you for a while yet."
Simon had to bend down a little to give his mother a proper hug. "Yeah, it just worked out that I got to leave a little early. Took care of some errands too." Simon did a leaning gesture, motioning to the bag of items he left by the stairs. "Got the bathroom stuff so that'll be a nice little project, but I was going to wait 'til tomorrow."
Brigit reached up with her right hand and placed it on Simon's left arm, giving him a slight squeeze. "Are you home for the evening, or are you running off somewhere?" Brigit's genuine interest came across in her sweet tone.
"Umm, no. No. I'm in for the night. I, uh..." Simon struggled to get his thoughts together. "I didn't expect you, Aunt Brigit, so I was just going to relax a little."
"I understand. I won't keep you but will you visit with me for a little bit?" Brigit had begun rubbing his arm up and down.
"Come Simon, sit. Just for a little bit, Brigit hasn't seen you in a while." Candice had sat back down and patted a cushion on the couch for Simon to sit.
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Simon sat in the living room with his beautiful perky mother and pornstar level bombshell aunt, and for the most part just listened to their conversation. Occasionally, there was a comment or question thrown at him, and he interjected with a quip or a simple response from time-to-time, but for the most part he just sat there and listened to two sisters catch up. Thinking himself sly, whenever his aunt wasn't looking at him, he looked her figure up and down. Perfectly tanned and toned legs lead to a voluptuous ass that bubbled out seductively in her seat. And her breasts, even confined by her blouse, were works of art; enormous globes on her chest that jutted out almost unaffected by the force of gravity. The top of each breast poked out of the shirt and it was all he could do not to just stare at the luscious tan smooth skin that was exposed. He bit his bottom lip a few times, and felt his body temperature jump as he realized he lusted after his aunt's body.
His arousal for his aunt was extremely ill-timed, it had been several days since he last pleasured himself, and now his sensitive cock quickly became engorged and fought against the already limited space within his boxer-briefs. His aunt was anything but oblivious, out of her periphery she saw her nephew surveying her with his eyes. Brigit also noticed that Simon became quieter and quieter the longer he sat there. And the longer he sat there, the more he shifted in his seat on the couch, and he tried to innocuously shift his growing cock to a more comfortable position, but that too was picked up by Brigit's gaze. She began to really enjoy herself, and did things like touch the top of her chest during certain moments of the conversation to draw attention to her plunging cleavage. And as she crossed, and uncrossed her legs, she no longer pulled her skirt down, and instead let it ride up high to expose her smooth lotioned muscular thighs. Simon continued to squirm and shift, but no matter what he did, he could not get comfortable.
