Risky Business

After dinner your mother insisted on washing the dishes without anybody’s assistance, so you and your aunt were left alone on the coach again. You were sure your aunt wasn’t so bold as to try and suck you off right there on the couch but couldn’t help but be just a teensy bit irrationally disappointed when she didn’t try to.

“I should be good for a few more hours,” your aunt said to the un-asked question. You nodded, but in a few hours it would still be a problem.

“How are we going to… y’know…” you wondered.

“Well I’m going to fuck your mom tonight,” she answered, so casually you almost didn’t react appropriately shocked.

“What?” you mouthed to her, incredulous.

“I haven’t cum all day,” she said, her voice just low enough as to not be heard over the running water in the sink. “Sucking you off and swallowing your loads soaks me through and through these days. It’s taken me a hell of a lot of self-control since your mom came back not to just fuck myself on my own living room rug.” She was so open and matter-of-fact about all of this you were starting to feel a little embarrassed that you were still had reservations about discussing it openly. Especially in your line of work. “So I’m going to fuck your mom silly tonight, sorry to tell you that,” she continued. “And get my rocks of… I know she’s down for it. We’ve been extra touchy feely today. You probably noticed.” You had. She smiled. “You can watch if you want.”

You were embarrassed again but held a pokerface.

“You want me to watch?” you said, voice barely squeaking.

“If you want. It’ll get me off harder,” she shrugged. “I’ll leave the door open again. Patty won’t notice. She’s probably as riled up as I am. That shower today should have taken her way longer, if you know what I mean. But she’s saving it. For me.”

“Jesus christ,” you sighed, rubbing your face with your slightly trembling hands.

“That’s what she’ll say,” grinned your aunt. “I’ll make her say all kinds of stuff.” You were getting hard and tried to control your breathing and not imagine what you were imagining. “After me and your mom finish, she should fall right to sleep. Then I’ll just hop out for a ‘drink of water’, and hopefully you’ll be ready to fill my mouth up… then you can fill my mouth up.” You knew your aunt was only saying these things in such a specific way because you liked to hear her dirty talk. God damn.

“Fine… okay…” was all you could manage.

You and your aunt settled on opposite ends of the couch so that your mother sat between you after she was done with the dishes. Then it was time for some Netflix....

Then it was time for an ‘early night’, as was your aunt’s suggestion. Your mother played things pretty cool. If you didn’t know better you wouldn’t have suspected them as she followed your aunt to the bedroom. You flipped open your laptop as part of the ruse that you were going to finish off some work before going to bed. Then you waited.