The next day, new opportunities

(Credit goes to whatsawhizzer for the 'Aunt Felicia walks in on naked nephew and hungrily stares at his cock' scenario. They inspired this chapter. No sex here, but I'm planning for our protagonist and Felicia to get wild very soon.)

The rest of the evening was a quiet affair. I ate with Tiffany and chatted a bit with her and Aunt Felicia (while enjoying the fact I could take extra long looks at her chest as often as possible, the excuse of, 'I was admiring her chest' was accepted without the slightest bit of suspicion or concern) and crashed on their guest bed. The next morning, I walked down to a somewhat tense conversation between mother and daughter. I stopped in the hall while I eavesdropped on their exchange.

"Mom, I can't go now! What about John?" Tiffany was saying.

Auntie replied firmly. "I know you're worried about a boy all alone. I know I'm concerned about him sometimes too, but you made a commitment lady. You need to woman up and deal with it."

"But..." Tiffany started to protest, but Aunt Felicia cut her off.

"Are you going to whine like a boy?"

Tiffany shut up. Then there was a long-suffering sigh. "Alright. I'll get a bag packed."

Auntie didn't sound like her voice had changed that much beyond relaxing a notch. "There you go. I know you and the gals have been planning this trip for months. What would your friends think of you if you bailed on them because you felt bad about your cousin? That's such a boyish thing to do."

I could almost hear Tiffany flinch. "You're right, but..."

"But what?" Auntie returned, a note of resistance creeping into her voice.

"John's...off a bit lately. He just had some head trauma and he needs..." Tiffany began before her mother cut her off.

"I'm surprised you'd even think I wouldn't take care of my nephew. Go. He'll have a full grown woman looking after him." She paused for a moment, then continued abruptly. I had a feeling Tiffany had been drawing breath to protest again. "If he acts funny or doesn't seem like he's improving or being right, I'll rush him to the hospital immediately. Better?"

Another sigh from Tiff. She didn't sound completely convinced, but I could guess she knew she wasn't going to win this battle. I briefly considered if this was another 'guy thing' women had inherited. Women argue until they've worn down a guy, no matter how wrong the woman is. Men know when to stop the fight and try to let go. "Alright. I'll call Jessica and Candace and check up on when they're going to get here." I heard my cousin's footsteps trudge back my way while my aunt called after her, "By the time you're on the trip, you'll have forgotten you were worried. Enjoy yourself!"

Hurrying as stealthily back the way I came, I acted like I was just walking out of my room when Tiffany crossed baths with me. "Hey John." she sounded resigned. "I'm going camping with some of the girls. It's uh, a thing we've been planning since...John what the fuck??!" She exclaimed as she raised her eyes from where they'd been staring at the floor when she began and followed my body up. As soon as her line of sight rose above my stomach, she'd freaked out and covered her face with her arms. "Put a top on dammit!"

I gave myself a bewildered once over. I was just wearing boxers like when I normally went to bed. It hadn't been cold enough for pajamas last night. Then I remembered. Ah, right, reversed gender norms. So still not a dream then. Chicks can walk around with their chests on display with minimal fuss here. Guys not so much. It would probably help me in the future if I started thinking counter to my usual cultural conditioning. If I had a female cousin and she walked around topless in a thong, I might have a similar reaction. My chest is arousing now. And, judging by the good doctor's reaction when I lost my virginity, cock and balls are now a woman's obsession. I have the holy grail of an entire gender in my pants.

"Right, right." I sighed to myself as I moved back into the guestroom and threw on a clean t-shirt and some jeans. Coming back out a few minutes later, I found Tiffany in her room and packing a rucksack distractedly.

"Going away for a while?" I asked.

Tiffany started as I announced my presence.

"You look like you have something on your mind. Wanna talk about it?"

"Like I said earlier," she began, "I'm going camping with the girls for a while."

"Define 'a while'."

Tiffany gave me a look and long-suffering sigh. "About three weeks. Maybe over a month. It depends on how well we all settle out in the woods and how long the others want to stay out." She looked me directly in the eye. "Look, Mom said she'd keep an eye on you, and even though she's more laid back, don't get any funny ideas."

I gave her a nonchalant shrug and replied, "I'll play nice. I wasn't planning anything but settling in myself." Though to be honest, with this new information and in the interest of testing this new world, I think Aunt Felicia and I were about to have some interesting times ahead.

Tiffany left it at that and kept packing.

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After about two hours and another conversation I was not able to eavesdrop on between mother and daughter, Tiffany left with a few friends who came to pick her up. I was not that surprised to see they were the same cute girls she was friends with in my world. What I found new was the way they were trying to be subtle when they ogled me. I noticed that none of them did it when in the sight of Auntie or Tiffany.

After the goodbyes, Aunt Felicia ordered a pizza and some 2-litres of soda for lunch/dinner. We ate and chatted lightly while watching tv and I got a better sense of how desirable women found men in this new world. What was especially nice was how focused Aunt Felicia was towards the younger actors. She didn't say anything while I was sitting next to her, but since women were so much hornier here, I was willing to bet she was the equivalent of a middle-aged, single man lusting after younger women. The difference here was, my aunt was hot, and I was willing to try something I'd never risk in my world.

I played it safe the first night, and restrained myself to snuggling up to my luscious aunt and maybe I motorboated her casually since she seemed to never wear a top while home.

Needless to say, I had plenty of fap material when I finally got to bed.

My plan went into affect the next morning.

I'd stayed in the guestroom until I heard Felicia move around. I opened my door to go the bathroom and made sure to only be in my boxers like the day before. I heard her downstairs rummaging around in the kitchen and took my time looking through the clothes Tiffany had brought over from my place. I also made sure to leave the door wide open. Hearing footsteps approaching the room, I **** myself to try and stay calm and ignore my heart pounding in my chest while slipping off my boxers and tossing them smoothly into a laundry pile in the corner.

"John, are you up?" She asked as she turned to look in my room. "Are you hun...gry...?" Her voice trailed off as I straightened up and gave her my most innocent look. I'd made sure not to take care of my morning wood and between that and my aunt standing in the doorway in a pair of small panties, I was almost at full mast.

Felicia froze in place and her gaze focused on my shaft like a starving woman in front of a feast. She was definitely not looking at my face. Her hungry expression made me even harder and my prick bounced slightly as I turned to face her. Seeing her twenty years old nephew give her a full frontal seemed to catch her off guard and I watched her expression carefully.

"You...uh...um...I..." She was clearly at a loss for words.

Feeling a bit evil, I clenched my groin muscles and made my dick bounce. She made a tiny noise of want, but snapped out of her cock-trance and her eyes snapped up to my casual expression with a look of horror on her face before she covered her eyes with one hand and spun away from me. "Oh my goddess, I'm so sorry John! I d-didn't mean to...! Umm...I mean the door was open...but that isn't an excuse for me to-!"

"Auntie!" I called out to stop her self-deprecating apology. Forcing a chuckle, I walked up to her still stark naked and with a boner and turned her to face me. "It's ok you saw me. I don't mind."

"Do you have clothes on?" She asked. She still had a hand covering her eyes and one reaced out cautiously to brace herself on the doorframe. There also was a note in her voice I'd never heard from my Aunt, but I recognized it from guys in my world.

She was really turned on, but trying to keep it under wraps.

"No, I don't." I answered as plainly as I could.

"Ok, I'll just head back and close the d-" she began, but I cut her off.

"Listen," I began the speech I'd sorta practiced last night as I imagined this scenario. "I started spending some time naked at my own place and just feel comfortable sometimes if I don't have anything on. I'm sorry it makes you uncomfortable, so I'll keep clothes on around you." She looked like she calmed down a notch hearing that, but I detected a hint of interest in her too. But I wanted to press the advantage however I could. "I know it's not the most gentlemanly thing to do, but it just kinda sucks that I always have to be covered up, and I feel comfortable enough to relax a bit. Is that so bad?"

"Not...really?" Replied uncertainty, like she was out of her depth, but wanted to keep going.

"So..." I continued, "would it be ok if I maybe walked around naked a little?" Before she answered, I added, "Just in the house and just for now. Could we try just for an hour or two? If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stay clothed and won't bring it up again. No harm, no foul."

Aunt Felicia mulled it over for a long moment and asked, "Just for now?"

I had her and was glad she was covering her eyes, otherwise she'd see my look of relief. "Just for now. If you're uncomfortable, it stops, no questions asked. No argument."

My busty, redheaded, MILF of an aunt took a deep breath to steady herself and asked, "Does this have anything to do with your head injury and hospital stay?"

I chuckled again and kept feeding her answers I'd thought up last night after my wank session. "No, this started just after I started living alone."

She nodded, still covering her eyes and added one more thing. "John, I know this is a thing for you, but keep in mind you're an attractive young man and I sometimes-"

"I don't mind if you look." I answered plainly.

"What?" She sounded completely flabbergasted.

"Ogle me if you want. No guilt." The confusion on her face was plain as day. "I know I'm putting it all out there. I know women have needs. And I have no problems with where your eyes go or what thoughts you may have. No guilt." I repeated.

Aunt Felicia gulped loudly and slowly removed her hand from her face.

"Aunt Felicia, please open your eyes and look." She did, but her expression was almost pained and she kept her eyes very focused above my collarbone. "You. Can look." I said slowly, reaching out with both hands to the back of her head and angling her gaze towards my still hard penis. She whimpered with desire and I shamelessly twitched my dick.

After letting her admire my sclong for probably three solid minutes, I took my hot aunt in a big, full body hug and made sure to 'accidentally' poke and rub my boner against her thighs. I even caught it between her pelvis and mine due to our almost matching heights and felt her heat radiating from the thin cloth of her panties. She tried to stifle a horny moan as I embraced her.

Her breathing got ragged and she looked like she was forcing herself to step back. "See...no...problem." She gave a too big smile that didn't fool me and almost dashed to her room and closed the door. Sneaking up to her bedroom door, I heard a distinctive buzzing sound and my name being said between **** moans.

I couldn't resist an evil smile. I totally had her.