He spends the night

I let Aunt Olivia drag me into her room, her arm hooked around mine absentmindedly. I hurried along and tried to predict where she was going so I didn't yank at her arm and remind her that I was there. Surely even she must have a limit to how much she can not notice. She led me into her private bathroom, which I suppose was inevitable since she was heading to bed. She brushed her teeth, cleaned her face of makeup, then sat down on the toilet.

I thought about leaving but she started peeing right away. She was still naked and I couldn't help be aroused by the sight of my beautiful aunt pissing, even if I couldn't really see anything (she was just going in the natural position with her legs together, not putting on some perverted show). She stood up and wiped herself, during which our arms became unhooked, then she went off into her bedroom. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. I took a piss myself since I was right there, then flushed her toilet.

I headed out to sneak back to my room but she was laying in bed now. She already had the lights out and her room felt very calm and quiet.

"I'm so lonely," she said to herself sadly, "I hate sleeping alone. I wish I had somebody."

Wow, I thought. I felt guilty for overhearing something like that, so personal and revealing. I guess I hadn't thought enough about Aunt Olivia's needs in all of this. Of course she was lonely, she was 35 and single. Perhaps I was being cruel, going on "dates" with her and all of the other things, it was leaving her emotionally primed for intimacy she wasn't getting. I felt so bad for her that I crawled into her bed as gently as I could.

She sighed contentedly and cuddled up with me, seeming already half asleep and pleased to have her wish fulfilled, even if not quite how she meant it. She had a man in her bed, at least, and somehow in her mixed-up brain she didn't think too much about it, she was just glad to not be so lonely now.

"I feel better," she said, "For some reason. Mark must have put a body pillow on my bed when he did my sheets this morning." She squeezed me, managing to mistake me for that body pillow. Her naked breasts pressed against my chest. Could even Aunt Olivia mistake a man for a body pillow? But she was clinging to me like I was an object there to comfort her.

She sighed contentedly and slowly fell asleep. Well, why shouldn't I sleep with her, if it made her feel safe and relaxed? I slowly joined her in slumber.

I woke up before Aunt Olivia. I rolled away carefully, not wanting her to wake up and be startled to find a man in her bed. If she'd even notice, but still. I looked at her naked body, admiring how beautiful she was. Her pussy was so inviting, even with a little pubic stubble growing. I could take her right now... but no. I wanted her to be awake, and maybe even consent... as much as Aunt Olivia consents to any of this.

Still, looking at a naked, sleeping woman was hot. Her body was so fit, so toned... was this look becoming my "type"? I'd thought guys couldn't change that preference, but perhaps I was wrong. I thought a woman with a big ass would just look fat to me now.

I made myself get up before I got too horny. I went to the kitchen naked, since I loved not bothering with clothes. Sleeping with Olivia had felt so good. She'd clearly wanted me to, on a subconscious level. I wondered if she thought I was her boyfriend... she clearly was lonely and I was the man in her life. But I was her nephew! What had I gotten myself into?

I poured myself a glass of orange juice and checked my phone. Most of my high school friends were in far-away colleges or back in our hick town going nowhere. Here I was in the city but every girl I saw on the bus had short hair and piercings and turned her nose up at me anyway. I realized Aunt Olivia had become the main person in my life, too.

"Good morning Mark," she said, walking into the kitchen suddenly, "Is it your turn to cook?"

There she was in her white bath robe, tied together respectably. I wished she was naked but why would she be? Unless I stole her clothes she would find them in her designated spot and put them on each morning.

"Uh yeah, I think so," I said, "How did you sleep?"

"Really good," she said, "Except when I woke up it felt like something was missing."

"Ummm," I said, not wanting to explore that thought too much, "Probably you're just hungry."

I made us a light breakfast of fruit and oatmeal, since there was a football game that afternoon and I was ordering a pizza. I've got to stop just thinking of myself... but Aunt Olivia likes to eat healthy so she didn't mind the light breakfast.

I served her at the table then was bringing my own plate over. As always, we were having a wholesome breakfast together at the kitchen table... except I was naked. Sometimes I feel bad about being a pervert, but if you were living with a beautiful woman who didn't mind if you walked around naked, wouldn't you do the same as me?

"Hey Mark," she said, "Before you sit down, get me that sauce I like, please."

I swallowed. She meant my cum, which she'd somehow mistaken for a condiment she liked on her food. It had become her favorite topping, and as much as I loved watching her unknowingly eat my cum, I knew it was wrong. But which of you would refuse if your sexy aunt was inadvertently offering to give you a handjob?

I walked over and put my cock over her plate. Can't get much more obvious than that, but she just looked ahead as if she wasn't even concerned with seeing what she was doing, offering me her thin hand. I guided it to my cock.

Aunt Olivia started to "shake" my cock which once again exactly resembled a handjob. Her hand was strong and firm but she was never too rough with me, jerking me off almost with surgical precision. Sometimes it felt like a handjob, sometimes it felt like she really was trying to get sauce out of a stubborn bottle. The end result though was she was masturbating me unknowingly and it felt incredible.

"What are we doing today?" she asked casually as she jerked me off. I had already been hard and after sleeping naked with her and getting this casual handjob offer, I knew I wouldn't last long. But that was fine since she was hungry.

"Uh, football game," I said, not able to concentrate very well with my Aunt jerking me off, "I'm... watching."

"Oh, I love football!" she said. Was there such thing as a perfect woman?

She stroked me with powerful thrusts of her hand, looking up at me as she asked what teams were playing. Even though it was a big game for my favorite team, I struggled mightily to answer, but she didn't seem to notice.

Her hand on my cock was overpowering, especially as looking at me, smiling so innocently. She spouted off statistics for the players on each team - for her sports was mostly interesting for the stats.

She stroked my rock-hard dick with her firm hand. It was hard to imagine she really thought this was just some kind of sauce shaker, but she did. "Mmmm Aunt Olivia," I said, then caught myself, "I can't wait to watch the game. I love living with you!"

I looked down her bathrobe at her tits, just seeing enough cleavage to excite me and make me spew my sperm all over her oatmeal. At least with this breakfast she might be excused for not noticing there was cum in it! She milked my semen out of my cock, obviously savoring the stuff.

"Thank you, Mark!" she said, "And I'm glad you like living with me. This place was so lonely without you."

I sat down across from her, spent in multiple ways, and ate my oatmeal. She spooned up mouthfuls of her breakfast topped with my cum and ate every glob of my ejaculate. This was too sexy... I knew I had to get my cock in her mouth again.

And in her pussy.