Aunt Linda Ch. 02

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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The water was colder than I expected and stung my legs when I hit the surface. Thank god. The distraction was just what I needed.

Aunt Linda had stepped out of that pool dripping water and sex appeal. Her body shone in the sun and the tiny little top, which had kept me just to the right side of propriety, had been ripped from her body when she dived into the water. It was just me, her, and full, tan breasts crowned with prominent, mahogany nipples. And speaking of prominent wooden things, I was a wreck.

The splash and sting of cannonballing into the pool helped to clear my head, but I was going to need a bit more than that to recover from the embarrassment of Old Hickory down there. I mean, really. Can a fella be expected to see a beautiful woman, aunt or otherwise, wearing nothing but a tiny white thong and a fresh-from-the-pool sheen without rising to the occasion? I ask you? Is it reasonable? Is it sane? Should I come up for air before I turn blue with suffocation only to turn red with embarrassment? Well, okay, so I'll just have to deal with the latter. I don't think I'd want to risk a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation scene anytime soon. If I was going to touch those lips with mine, I wanted to be conscious and unlikely to vomit water into her face. Call me a romantic I guess.

I pushed off the bottom of the pool and reached out my hand to snag the top as I popped above the surface.

"That's the diving champ I remember all right," Linda chuckled from the poolside. She had seated herself on the edge of the pool wearing a towel wrapped around her chest, and was the most clothed that I had seen her in the last half hour.

"I'm still getting a 4 from the Russian judge, but I blame a long time rivalry between my coach and her mentor in the Old Country."

"Well, you're all top marks from me, Bobby. Top marks."

"So," I said while treading water and twirling the top above the waterline. "I suppose you're going to want this back."

"Well, it would be the correct thing to do wouldn't it? You wouldn't want to embarrass me or anything."

"So, true Aunt Ell. So true. You are clearly a shrinking violet that would be horrified to appear anything less than chaste."

"How well you know me, kind sir." She extended a hand and waved me toward the edge of the pool. "If you think you can make it over here without damaging anything permanently. Straining anything, or such. I should probably don my nun's habit again."

Okay, so now I was feeling a bit safer. She clearly wasn't upset about me seeing her... really seeing her. And that was maybe the coolest thing I had come across in a long time. A beautiful older woman... sure she's my aunt, but still - breasts are breasts, my friend... she was comfortable in her own skin, comfortably aware of her own sexual appeal, and flirting with me. Of course, I was completely non-threatening. I was just her kid sister's boy. What harm could I be? She still thought of me as family. So, in a way, it was a sign of her coolness and of her accepting me as part of the family, which led her to be so cavalier with her body. But, I was feeling more comfortable with her humor and her teasing. Also, I was underwater and there wasn't much she could see when she looked my way.

Newly, marginally, emboldened, I grinned and said, "What habit? This habit? It seems a bad habit. Should you be picking up any bad habits? Especially off your scandalous nephew?" Two could play this game, I thought.

"Well, a habit may be hard to break kid, but that one just came untied. Of course, if you want to get all bohemian on me, that's up to you. But, I think you are probably not ready for me to just go au natural, are you?" She smiled and I melted.

"Never let it be said that your faithful hound let down his favorite aunt." I grabbed the straps of the bikini top in my teeth and dog paddled loudly and with much splashing toward her side of the pool.

Aunt Ell gave a snort-laugh and grinned from ear to ear. I reached the edge of the water and pulled myself up on the side. My waist and legs were safely below the waterline and I did my best faithful Labrador meets spunky Sea Lion with bikini in my teeth next to my towel-bound aunt.

Linda clapped her hands together applauding my little act and said, "Now hold that pose Rover." My initial, "Wh-" was stifled as my naughty aunt swooped in and plucked the bikini from my teeth by laying a kiss right on my lips. The top slipped from my mouth and she grabbed it in hers. I slid back into the water a bit shocked, and now no better than I'd been when I jumped in the pool - diamond hard and straining these swim trunks beyond their ability to do much good.

"Uh. I ... uh... Aunt Ell... I" and then I had to spit for a minute as I swallowed some water - clearly, I'm an ole smoothie. Linda sat on the side of the pool grinning around a mouthful of bikini and wrapped in the towel I had brought to the poolside.

"Wuh... uh..." Aunt Linda tossed her head backwards and with that movement tossed her bikini top back towards the bar. "I was saying, you know me. I hate to pass up an opportunity to get in on the act. Other people might end up having more fun than me, which would be very uncool."

"Besides, I mentioned that I generally don't wear one of these things anyway, so I'm probably out of practice." With that, she opened her arms high above her head (The Russian Judge couldn't object to that landing) as her towel gave up the fight and fell heavily to the patio.

"Bobby? What? You comin'?"

"Aunt Ell!"

"Out of the pool, dude. Out of the pool. No need to be shy around here... I'm not gonna be. Besides, you've already seen the girls here. I'm not stupid enough to think that you'll forget what they look like if I put my top back on. So, why not be comfortable with what circumstance has already made a reality?"

"Uh... I think I'll swim some laps."

"Okay, but don't turn into a prune or anything. That not-so-little problem that you've got there." I looked down suddenly shocked and sure that she could see me in all my painful stiffness. "No, I can't see it in the water, man. I just know a thing or two about the effect the girls have on folks." Was she being purposefully vague with "Folks?"

"So, as I was saying... That not-so-little problem is going to solve itself in a bit. You'll just get comfortable with your wizened old Aunty and I'll be like the furniture. You'll hardly notice me." Turning she walked over to the bar and opened a mini-fridge to remove a ginger ale. I swam. Hard. For at least 3 lengths of the pool before I slowed down. Finally, the Piney issue in my trunks was subsiding.

I swam to the edge of the pool, grabbed the ladder and climbed out. I wasn't sure where Aunt Ell had gone while I swam, but I didn't immediately see her. That was probably for the best. I didn't need additional complications right now and I figured that if I could just get dried off and into jeans I would be back in control. Control and focus., those were what I needed right now. I looked around for a towel but, of course, Linda had probably taken the one I had used into the house. I stepped over to the towel cabinet that Linda had shown me and bent over to grab a fresh white towel.

As I was bent over, I heard the patio door open. Straightening up as I dried my face and hands, I turned toward the door. Lowering the towel, I was slapped in the face by a piece of wet fabric. I pulled it off my head and saw that it was a white, thong bikini bottom. Looking up I saw Aunt Linda standing in the doorway. Not wearing her bikini top. Not wearing the wet, white, thong that she had just thrown at my head and that I was now holding in my hand.

"Okay, so I guess you won't think of me like the furniture anytime soon. Well, unless you really have a thing for upholstery or something. You comin' dude?"

Mahogany, Elm, Oak, Pine... I did have a little in common with furniture, myself.

"Not yet, Aunt Ell, not yet. But only through an epic act of will, you crazy person you. Is it safe to enter the house, yet?"

"Nope, Bob. But I hope you'll join me, anyway..."

And with that she backed into the house, shut the patio sliding door and then briefly touched her bare ass to the glass window before disappearing back into the house.

Gotta love those California Girls.

Aunt Linda had, undoubtedly at this stage, made her intentions clear. I wasn't being too imaginative or too perverse... I was, perhaps, too long standing out by the pool though. That was an invitation that might not be offered twice, so like any gracious guest it was up to me to accept. And quickly.

I wrapped the towel around my neck and hopped up the patio stairs to the sliding door. The smudged rorshach of Linda's ass was still quite visible. I slide my hand across the cold glass... for luck, not for comparison... and then opened the door. Standing in the living room, leaning against the sofa was my very naked, very attractive, did I mention naked, aunt. She had her arms crossed under her generous breasts and was tapping a foot in amused, if exaggerated, impatience.

"Okay kid, bring your tardy ass over here. We're going to need a guideline or two for this particular bout of rule breaking."

I wasn't quite sure what to think. The invitation seemed clear enough, but she was, without doubt, in charge so if there were to be rules, who was I to argue... particularly as I was only really thinking with the seemingly metal rod that had found its way into my swim trunks.

"First rule of Fight Club?" I muttered.

"You got it, dude. You never mention anything that happens on this trip. Nothing except a lovely visit in which I fed you well and showed you cultural tourist sites. We might even visit your campus. You read edifying books and thought of what you can do for your country. Clear?"

"I've always thought that public service was a laudable goal... Aunt Linda was inspiring." I grinned.

She chuckled, "Good boy... you'll go far. Mostly with me, this week, but, you know, maybe in life too."

She dropped her arms to her sides and stepped forward towards me. Reaching up she grabbed the ends of the towel hanging around my neck. "Now, Lil Bobby, I think we can see who is in charge, yes?"

I nodded and gulped rather too loudly. Her hands seemed to glow hot. We had both just been in a pool, but the heat between us was overwhelming me.

"Good. Now that we understand what kind of week you had on this visit, let's see if we can figure out what kind of week I'm going to have... because, frankly, I hate museums and edifying books are overrated. I'd much rather fuck desperately and regret nothing."

Her words came quickly and softly as she pulled me closer and closer to her body. In the end she was breathing into my mouth as she spoke and our lips touched. Linda's tongue shot out and her kiss took on a slightly predatory feel as she ran her tongue along my teeth before capturing my bottom lip, nibbling with just a tad more pressure than I would have asked for.

I wrapped my arms around her, sliding my hands along her back, as I returned the kiss with the driving need that had begun to consume me. Her skin was warm and still just a bit wet. She was smooth and soft and writhing her body against me as our kisses became increasingly demanding.

Linda ran her hands up the sides of my face and with her fingers in my hair pulled me firmly back from our kiss. She looked into my eyes and said, "You will certainly spend a great deal of time learning what I need from you while you are here. But, right now, what I need. What you should be doing. What you will do. Is to drop those trunks and stick that cock of yours into my Very. Wet. Cunt."

I blinked. Her words seemed to be punctuated by the throbbing I felt as my erection pulsated against my body. Before I could even think about what was happening, I skinned out of those too tight trunks and felt my dick fly out from my body, reaching for Linda. My aunt grabbed the towel around my neck and with a move that could have been right out of a Judo manual, rolled me onto the floor of her living room. Flat on my back and slightly dizzy from the drop, I felt Linda push her hands strongly into my chest and suddenly slide herself onto my bouncing cock. She was soaking wet and boiling hot. As she sank all the way down, her fingers curled and her nails dug into my chest. The sharp points of pain only accentuated the incredible sensual joy of feeling her completely wrapped around me. Linda was still, eyes closed, head back, breathing in the moment. Then, suddenly, one hand scraped her nails down the front of my chest, as her eyes opened and she took a deep breath. She looked down at me and began fucking me slowly, from base to tip... each gyration of her hips brought her to the end of my trembling erection, threatening to slip off of me before quickly sliding back down.

She hissed, "Listen, Bobby, you aren't going to last long... hell, I'm not going to last long... but first I'm going to ride you hard. Then, I'm going to get off, and then... only then, you get to fill me up with your hot, sticky, cum. Clear?"

"Ugh. Argh. Uhhh," was about all I could manage, as Linda slid one hand back onto my chest to support herself, and then used the other to trace a line from my lips, down my chest, across my stomach, and to the juncture that brought the two of us together. Her fingers stroked along the top of my cock, over the lips of her pussy to her clit. I stared in fascination as this beautiful woman began to smoothly and confidently fuck me senseless while simultaneously stroking her clit and pinning me to the floor. I knew that I couldn't last, but from the look on her face, Linda wasn't going to be long for this orgasm, either. Her breathing grew ragged and her fingers began to move faster and faster across her dripping cunt. I could see the tension building across her face, as she bit her top lip and then just as I thought she'd stopped breathing I felt her contract... all over. Her pussy gripped and tried to push me away, her arms began to shake and her face grew intensely focused. She opened her eyes, and screamed, "Fuuuuhhhh-ccccckkkkk!" Her shoulders collapsed and her knees drew in towards her body.

"You're turn Bobby..." She gasped. "Fill me up with that cum, doll."

I reached up and wrapped my arms around Linda pulling her down towards me. Then, I flipped her over onto her back and drove my cock down fully into her. She wrapped her legs around me and seemed to lift herself off the floor meeting me thrust for thrust. This couldn't last much longer, but I didn't want it to end. I was fucking my gorgeous aunt on her living room floor and nothing had ever felt more right.

As I pistoned into her, she looked up at me and breathed, "You're going to cum for me now, Bobby..." as she used both her hands to reach up and grasp my nipples firmly between thumbs and forefingers. She pinched hard and pulled saying, "NOW!" And my body answered to the real source of control in this relationship. I exploded in orgasm. My body shook and wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I collapsed on top of Linda and felt wrapped in the warmth of her body. I'm not sure I breathed for a full minute.

Linda's hand swirled around in my hair and traced a line down my jaw to my chin. "See, that wasn't so bad, nephew. Staying with your mean old auntie might make for a nice time, don't you think." Her grin was infectious. I might have been drooling.

"Aunt Ell, I think I can suffer through the unpleasantness of this boring book and museum visiting trip, if you can."

"Good man. Now, we've just got to clean up this terrible mess you've made in my house."

I chuckled. "What mess is that Auntie Dearest?"

"Oh, this one, my little rascal," and she ran her hand down her stomach, through her dark bush and slipped a finger into her soaking pussy. She curled her finger inside of herself and then quickly brought it out and to my lips, gently pushing into my mouth.

"Eat up, loverboy. I'll let you get away with the tasting menu this time, but in future - when I don't have to devour you here on the floor - I'll expect you to take your time and clean up your tasty, tasty messes when you're done."

You know, I think I'm going to love college life. And, I bet I could save a lot on dorm costs if I could find a roommate. Maybe someone in the family. Someone who would take a wayward nephew in... for a consideration.