Gotta wait for the perfect opportunity

As much fun as it was to be naked around my Aunt Olivia and see her naked occasionally, it began to feel like I was just jerking off. Because I mean, I literally was just jerking off. I suppose I should have been content with that, but it felt like so much more was possible. Cumming on her food had been so hot, but I kept thinking about her sucking my dick without even knowing she was doing it. Somehow I suspected she'd give a great unaware blowjob, and the hottest part would be that my dick would be in her mouth and she wouldn't even realize it.

But it was easier to fantasize about that than actually make it happen!

Saturday was our lazy day in. I woke up horny as usual. I heard pots and pans banging in the kitchen so I wandered out naked for breakfast. Being totally nude around Aunt Olivia was not losing its thrill one bit. Especially I could walk around with my boner and she never said a thing about it. I was starting to think maybe she did notice the things I was doing, like when she said hello to me in the shower while I was cleaning it and she came in naked, she just doesn't perceive them as sexual or anything to be concerned about. She's really off in her own world like nobody else.

I decided to test this on Saturday when I got up early for a once. It was my turn to make breakfast so I cooked us omelettes. Aunt Olivia wasn't out yet so I went into her room and she was still in bed. I was naked as usual. This was such a wildly inappropriate situation but already it felt totally normal and fine. I knew she wouldn't be mad that I'd come naked into her room, she wouldn't even notice it.

"Hey Aunt Olivia," I said, standing over her bed, "Breakfast is ready."

She mumbled and rolled under the sheets. I pulled the sheets off her and learned that my aunt slept naked. Her toned, slim body was late out before me on the bed as she rolled onto her back, still asleep. I suddenly realized I could do anything to her right then. Maybe she wouldn't even wake up. It was wrong, but her body was so ripe... it would feel so good, probably for us both.

But I wasn't ready for that, if I ever would stoop to doing that to my unknowing aunt. I shook her bare shoulders. "Aunt Olivia, wake up," I said, "It's breakfast time."

She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was my cock. I suppose I could have put some clothes on, or at least not stood with my crotch in front of her face.

"Oh hello, Mark," she said, not seeming mad at being woken up this way. She must not have even noticed in her sleepiness. "You said breakfast?"

"Yeah, I made omelettes," I said, "They're still warm, hurry. No time to get dressed."

"Oh okay!" she said cheerfully as if that made total sense and she climbed out of bed. Although she's thin and fit, she sure loves a good meal. I was glad I'd put a lot of effort into breakfast at least, making mushroom omelettes from scratch as she kept her fridge full of ingredients. She joined me naked at the table where I'd kept the omelettes on the pan to keep them nice and hot.

She had me add pepper (I didn't dare insert my cock this time!) and then she said "How about that other spice Mark? Let me have some of that."

Did she mean my cum? Was she really asking for it? I couldn't resist, being even hornier than usual since she was naked.

I held my cock right over her omelette. "Here's the shaker," I said, figuring I could play it off as a joke if she balked. If anyone would fall for that it would be Aunt Olivia.

But she didn't balk. She put her hand around my cock and started to "shake" it, which looked remarkably like jacking me off. She stroked me with incredible skill for a woman who thought she was using a spice shaker.

"Boy the spice sure doesn't want to come out!" she said as if my cock were a stubborn bottle of ketchup. She tightened her grip and sped up. It's a good thing I was used to jacking off without lube, it would have been really hard to think of a reason why she needed to put Vaseline on a "salt shaker".

"I know a way to speed it up," I said, reaching down and groping her firm handful of a boob.

"Hmmm okay," she said, not minding, but it sounded like she didn't understand what I was doing either.

I fondled her casually at the breakfast table as she all but masturbated me, pointing my cock right at her omelette. Getting a handjob from a woman who had no idea she was jerking a guy off was so hot, combined with feeling her up, I came quickly. She squeezed my cock, milking out my sperm onto her omelette. Was it possible she'd been so focused on school subjects (where she'd gotten straight A's and been valedictorian) that she just never learned about sex? At this point it seemed the only possible explanation.

I groaned as I came, putting out quite a bit of cum today, the product of being so horny constantly I suppose.

The omelette covered with my sperm, I sat down, needing to get off my feet at this point. I ate my omelette but was only paying attention to Aunt Olivia. She took a big bite of sperm-covered omelette.

"Mmmm this spice is so good, Mark," she said, "Thank you!"

If it were anyone else, I'd have thought she knew... but Aunt Olivia sounded so convinced that my cum really was a spice. I just couldn't doubt her.

"Uh, no problem, Aunt Olivia," I said. Damn, even though I'd just cum I was getting horny again already. I needed to change the subject. "So what are we doing today?"

"Well, a big podcast just dropped," she said, looking at her phone at the breakfast table (I'm afraid her manners aren't the best). "I have to listen to it. I'll be totally zoned out for an hour after breakfast, I won't notice anything."

If she was telling me she wouldn't notice anything, the woman who didn't notice that she'd jerked me off at the breakfast table, she must really going to be out of it. But why was she telling me this? Did she subconsciously want to see what I'd do if she was paying no attention to anything but her podcast?