Drinking and talking

You sit up with Aunt Lauren and talk late into the night. You talk about college, her job, what the town is like, everything. You and her polish off a couple of bottles of wine while you're doing it.

"Oh wow, look at the time! It's way past our bedtime!" Your aunt stands up and starts to clear the table.

"Let me help you Aunt Lauren" you slur as you try to stand. Your first attempt to stand doesn't go so well, and you fall back into your chair. The second time you manage to get to your feet but you sway very unsteadily. Your aunt sets the dishes back on the table and moves around it quickly to grab your arm.

"Aunt Lauren... I think I'm drunk."

Your aunt laughs. "I think you're drunk too. I thought you young people were party animals?"

"I'm not really... a party anything..."

Your aunt laughs again and puts her arm around you.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed."

Your aunt guides you toward the stairs. You lean on her for support and your head moves a little too quickly for you and presses into her ample cleavage.

"Whoa! Easy there, tiger!" Your aunt says.

"Sorry Aunt Lauren. So big... so big and bouncy."

You hear your aunt laugh again but you don't mind. You've got a front row seat to your aunt's amazing breasts. They sway and jiggle as she helps you up the stairs. You feel blood rush to your cock.

You and your aunt reach the door of your room and she gently walks you inside and lays you on the bed. You always sleep naked so you pull down your pants and kick them off, then wriggle out of your shirt. Finally you reach down and pull down your underpants and kick them off. The last thing you hear is muffled laughter but you're not sure if you even heard it?