What A Trip Ch 05

What has come before:

This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected.

All characters are over 18.

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Well this wasn't the trip that I thought I was going to have when Mom suggested I stay with Aunt Linda for a week. Seriously, who would have imagined? Linda is my mom's older sister and though we had talked on the phone over the years, we hadn't really been around each other since I was a kid. It seems like a dream that took me from a plane, to Linda's home, her pool, and then... well, to her.

We were lying on the living room floor, legs entwined and fingers tracing the outlines of each other's bodies. I was content and astounded. Aunt Linda must have been 43... 44... and was still one of the most attractive women I'd ever met. And here she was naked... with me. Wow.

"So, I'm thinking pizza and a shower? How 'bout you, handsome?"

"That sounds great... er... I know this is going to sound stupid," I stumbled a bit, but this seemed important as well, "But what do I call you?"

"Your Grace would be fine... or Bosslady... or maybe Often" she joked.

"Well, yeah... but I'm kinda serious. Somehow I'm not sure if it's best to keep calling you Aunt Linda when we're... well..."

"Fucking?"

"Yeah... I guess. Should I call you Linda?"

"You can call me whatever you like, sunshine." She reached ran a finger over my tender right nipple – she had really put the grip on me earlier – and traced a line across my chest, down to my navel and along the line of my (now) semi-hard penis. "As long as you call me."

Her finger traced a line around the head of my cock and slipped over my now moistening slit. The pre-cum was beginning to flow and my dick was suddenly fully, painfully rigid. "So, do you want that pizza?"

"Uh... sure, uh" Her fingernail lightly scratched along the length of my penis and then circled my balls. She cupped me lightly as I managed to croak "Li – uhnda."

"Hmmm... well, we're going to have to order the thing and it'll take at least half an hour to get out here... maybe longer. So, I think you should go get my phone for me, Bobby. You'll find it on the bar next to the pool."

"Eer... outside?" I mumbled.

"That's where I keep the pool. I forgot to bring it in when I was leading you back here" – a phrase that brought a huge grin to my face. "So, up on your feet and go get my phone. I'm hungry."

I stumbled to my feet and reached for my swim trunks, when Linda snatched them out of my hands.

"No, no, young man. I didn't say get dressed. I said to get my phone. Those are two totally different things, don't you think?" She smiled tightly and I think I could sense a certain amount of calculation there.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am" I barked and stood to attention. Well, the rest of me stood to attention. She had already put a portion of my anatomy at a distractingly firm attention.

I walked to the sliding door and opened it quickly. For whatever reason I was a bit nervous about stepping outside – naked – with an erection. Still, I'd just been out there already and Aunt Linda had gotten almost entirely naked while she was there so it must be private, right? Besides, I'm just taking about 5 steps to the bar and back. So out I popped. Snagged the phone. And, heard the slide-click of the sliding door sealing behind me.

I spun around and dashed up the steps to see Aunt Linda golf clapping.

"Very nice, handsome man. That cock of yours swings in the nicest possible way. I like a man with a bit of a flagpole."

"Aunt El... er... Linda... very funny... now, could you open the door, please." I was suddenly aware that I didn't know where the neighbor houses were in relation to hers. I hadn't really explored yet. There were hedges, sure, but were they solid. Was I visible from some old guy's kitchen window or something. The firmness I had exited the house had begun to fade.

"Tut tut, young man. Let's not see you giving up hope. I'd hate to see your chances flagging." Linda cupped her left breast in her right hand and dipped her left hand down to her mound. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, I could see that she was sliding her hand over her mound and dipping her finger into her pussy as she dragged it through her labia and over her clit. I believe my body restored her faith in what it could do.

Aunt Linda opened her eyes and took her wet fingers out of her crotch, brought them to her lips and traced the outline of her mouth. I shivered. It wasn't cold.

Then as she tweaked her nipple with one hand she reached out and traced a heart on the window with her juicy finger.

"Bobby, be a dear and bring me my phone, would you?"

"I'm trying Auntie dearest, but you seem to have... I don't know... 'accidentally' locked me out." I was bouncing from foot to foot now, more than a little anxious to get inside... the house... and Linda.

"Oh dear," she said with malicious smirk, "I think you're right. Well, you should definitely find another way in, then. The front door is open, I think."

"What?!"

"You know, dear... the door... on the front of the house... just around by the gate over there past the pool... slip around the front and you'll be in" She ran her tongue slowly over her lips, "lickety-split."

Fuck. Just, fuck. I'm standing here bare assed with a phone and a raging hardon. And she wants to send me around the front of the house for all the world to see. Great.

Ah. Wait. Towels... there are towels by the pool. Awesome. I can do this. I dashed over, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my body. This wouldn't help if someone got close... I mean, an erection in a towel is still pretty tent-like in its erectioness. But, at least this would get me to the front and inside without being thoroughly naked the whole time.

I dashed around the side of the house, found the gate and slipped through. The house was, luckily, surrounded by hedges that made it unlikely that any neighbor on that side of the house would have a look at me. But, when I reached the front yard it was clear that I was going to be on full view of the neighbor across the road. Sure both houses were set back from the road significantly, but if the residents happened to be looking out towards this house... well, they might have some questions. But, what was I going to do? Aunt Linda was playing her little game with me, and I wanted the prize at the end. Also, I all the pants I owned in this state were inside... so, best to figure out a plan.

So, I walked toward the front door. I played it cool. I figured that if someone saw me walking around the house in a towel, they would likely imagine that I had just gotten out of the pool from swimming and that I was in a bathing suit. What could be more natural than that? Maybe I heard a car outside and decided to see who was there? Maybe I just needed to get the mail? Who knew? Totally normal. Just us towel wearing men here... strolling around the yard... nothing to see.

I stepped up on the front porch and reached out for the door. Grabbing the handle and depressing the lever, I was – surprisingly- surprised to find that it was, in fact, locked. Of course, it was...

Through the door, I heard, "Bobby? Is that you? Why don't you come in, hon. You'll catch your death of cold out there being all naked and such."

"I appreciate the concern Aunt Linda. Maybe you could, you know, unlock the door since I'm standing out here in full view of your neighbors wearing a towel." I tried to keep a level tone, but I was getting nervous.

"Hmm,

locked

you say? I don't know how it could be locked. I mean my door is

always

open to

naked

men sporting

erections

," she replied with more than a little bit of emphasis.

Great. Just great. This woman was going to drive me crazy. But the trip seemed worth it. I dropped the towel.

I waited what seemed an age. "Linda? Dear?"

The deadbolt clicked open.

I opened the door and dashed inside. "Fuck, Linda."

"That sounds nice, but first lets order pizza, shall we?"

I handed her the phone. She sauntered toward the rear of the house. She was heading toward her bedroom. "Now, where is that number? Oh, there it is."

We walked into her bedroom and she sat down on the edge of the bed. I stood there, unsure what to do as she stared at the end of my cock, glistening with moisture and bouncing at her eye level. She pressed a button on the phone and I could hear the sound of a ring tone before a click and a voice.

"Hello, Pizza Town, please hold."

Linda handed me the phone and said, "You order it. I'm going to have a snack."

As I grabbed the phone, Linda leaned in and licked the head of my penis, running her tongue around it with a firm, moist pressure. My grip on the phone tightened. Linda wrapped one arm around my waist and her other hand grabbed the base of my prick. I was completely hers.

She pulled me toward the bed and onto my back before forming an O with her lips and fully engulfing the head of my dick. I may have whimpered.

"Pizza Town, thank you for holding. What can I get you today?" the phone blurted at me.

"Wha? Uh. We. I. Uh."

"Sir? Do you want to order a pizza? There are lots of folks in the hold queue." I thought the server might have been unnecessarily brusque given the circumstances. I mean, really, how's a guy supposed to order food while his sexy aunt swallows him down to his balls. That's just rude. The tone, not the blow job, which was amazing, to be fair.

"I need a large thin crust veggie pizza –"

"No onions" Linda interjected as she slide one of her hands from cupping my testicles down to my ass running a fingernail over my asshole, teasingly.

"Er... no onions."

"Would you like bread sticks with that?" The server asked as Aunt Linda swallowed my prick whole, bringing her lips fully down to my body and engulfing me like no one had ever done.

"YESSSSSSS!" I grunted.

"Well, okay, then. Breadsticks it is. Did you need sodas with that?"

Aunt Linda slid back down my length and then slightly more than gently used her teeth to grip me just below the head of my dick.

"Nooooo. Thank you. We've got that ... uh... covered."

"ooookedoke. So, where are we sending this pizza?"

I looked down to Aunt Linda and said quietly "Address?"

Linda slide up my body and over my now quite wet cock. When she was even with my mouth she said, "31 Tuscan Way. Tell the driver not to rush. I haven't come yet and this boy can't get out of my bed til I get off." And she clicked the off button.

"Linda! What the hell? Those people are going to know we're making love?" I was shocked and a bit off kilter.

"Bobby! Those strangers are going to know that I'm naked, wet, and ready to come. That I'm riding a young man til I come hard and that they shouldn't rush with the pizza. Sooooo, they are going to make that pizza as fast as they can and rush over here on the off-chance that when they get here I'll be so fucking hot that I would at the very least answer the door naked. And maybe, if they get lucky, fuck them on my doorstep. I hate to wait for pizza."

I'm afraid, all I could say was, "Fuck." Articulate, no? Well, you wouldn't criticize if YOUR super sexy aunt was grabbing you by the hair on your head as she straddled your face, driving your frantically licking tongue into her dripping cunt. I mean, what else do you say?

"Oh, fuck..."

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Thanks for the positive responses. Glad that my little story strikes a chord. I think there are a few additional chapters in me if the response remains positive.