Later that late evening...

You drifted out of sleep with your ears twitching. The whispery noise started to become words and recognizing the voices pulled you awake. You blinked blearily into the darkness of the living room and tried closing your eyes again to go back to sleep.

"Stop it!" hissed your mother, her tone urgent but voice hushed. "Leslie! Quit it!" You turned your head so that the couch wasn't blocking your ear. There were strange distant... wet... smacking sounds coming from the kitchen.

"Leslie!"

"You're the one who started talking about the old times," whispered your aunt. There were some more soft noises, then a moan. It sounded like your mother.

"I know... but stop it... Les...mmmmm... " she hummed. Your cock twitched to life under the covers. "Les, c'mon... John's out there..." There was a resignation to your mother's voice despite how she was trying to reason with her sister.

"He's probably asleep," your aunt replied, followed by another muffled moan.

"Probably?" said your mom with a start. There was a cease to the fleshy noises and you stilled yourself and tried to quiet your breathing. You kept your breath so shallow and your body so motionless it was a relief to finally hear their voices again.

"Does that feel good?" urged your aunt, another quietly obscene sound squeezed out from your mother.

"Stop Leslie stop..." she breathed. It was your aunt's turn to moan as the distinct sound of a deep wet kiss filled your ears. You heard breath getting caught."Not here... " your mother whispered. You strained your ears as you heard two sets of barefoot steps tiptoe away.

You realized your heart was pounding and could only lay there in the couch confused and aroused and conflicted. A few minutes passed before you decided on what to do.