The Big Game

After breakfast, I called my parents for the dreaded weekly phone call. The funny thing is they're worried I'll meet some vegan city chick who doesn't shave her armpits and get corrupted that way. It never even occurs to them that the woman in my life would be Aunt Olivia. Heck, that never occurs to Aunt Olivia either though, even after she's sucked my cock and let me see her naked a dozen times. I talked to them and put my Aunt on the phone for a little bit, and they said they'd come visit but... that would sure bring my fun to a screeching halt, at least for a weekend.

The weekly call over, we took showers, then ordered a pizza and started watching the game at one. We have similar tastes so we got a supreme pizza and wings and were both pigging out a bit, but it was okay once in a while. I had actually ended up in clothes, wearing shorts and a team jersey, and Olivia kept looking at me as if trying to figure out what was different. Yeah, I wasn't naked. But mostly we focused on the game.

Our team was down in a close game, but just couldn't seem to catch up. There's a rather gross tradition where fans at the stadium kiss or even lick a statue of a legendary former player for good luck, and they kept showing a shot of with fans doing so on the broadcast.

"Maybe we should do that too," I said, having an idea.

"But we don't have a statue," my aunt said obliviously.

"True, but we could just kiss things here," I said.

"Oh, okay," she said blankly, not seeming particularly opposed to it, "Like what?"

"I dunno," I said feigning disinterest, "Kiss my lips I guess."

She's so easy to lead around. Since I made it sound like a mundane, trivial thing, she treated it that way and pecked me on the lips casually. Sure enough our team got a first down.

"Oh it works," she said, "Much better than kissing a public statue. That's so gross."

"Yeah," I said, laughing a little, "I'd never do that."

"Maybe we should kiss gross things too, but here in the house... on our bodies, and uh, nothing actually unclean," she said.

Wow, I didn't even have to lead her to that. But of course she didn't realize the sexual implications of kissing certain parts of the body.

"Okay sure," I said, not letting on how excited I was that she'd proposed this.

A big third and long came up and to my surprise she ripped open her bathrobe, exposing her breasts. My perverted mind thought she'd tell me to kiss her nipples, but she was approaching this non-sexually and thinking of "gross" things, so she said, "Kiss my armpit, Mark!"

I giggled. "Ewww!" I said, playing along, "Just kidding. You're not gross to me, Aunt Olivia." She smiled and raised her arms, and I leaned in and kissed her armpit. Unlike the college girls on the bus, her pits were cleanly shaven and I hardly minded the experience.

We got the first down. This was going great. I had took off my jersey and had her kiss my nipple, which she perceived as sufficiently gross since it's a male nipple and all. Then she told me to kiss her belly button, which shows how innocently she took this game, but even that was nice. Our team got another first down out of it.

I was horny but didn't want to totally take advantage of her, so we watched some more game while our team was doing alright. They looked like they were going to score but they didn't, and then it was the end of the third quarter and we were still behind.

"Oh I know Mark! Kiss me here! This will get us good luck for sure!"

She tossed off her bathrobe and bent over, exposing her ass to me. For someone who didn't think sexually and was all innocent, Aunt Olivia could be inadvertently be quite erotic sometimes. With her naked body in front of me, I could see her shaved asshole and cunt from behind. I knew she didn't mean this in a sexual way, but damn, it had that effect on me.

I walked over and spread her ass cheeks. She probably meant for me to kiss her cheeks, but I leaned in and kissed her beautiful asshole, then licked it.

"Oh!" she said, and I thought I'd gone too far, "Good thinking, Mark! They lick the statue, not just kiss it."

I licked her butthole again for good measure, and because I could. She'd just been in the shower so it wasn't actually gross to me, especially as kissing a woman in such an embarrassing place is a huge turn on for me.

Sure enough our team stopped the other at the start of the next quarter and was making a big drive to tie it.

"Let me lick you somewhere, Mark!" Aunt Olivia blurted out, "We need good luck!"

I hadn't even set this up. I got naked, since she was naked. I didn't even need to say anything, but it was fun to come up with silly excuses. "This gives us more options," I said, gleefully standing naked before her.

"Good thinking!" she said, "Where should I lick you?" She giggled naively.

"Uhhh," I said, counting my lucky stars, "Here!" I said, lifting my dick and pointing at my balls. Could even Aunt Olivia fall for this?

Of course she could! She bounced over, squatted down in front of me, and began licking my balls. She slurped her tongue over my sack and then took each ball into her mouth, sucking on it intensely. Each one fit quite nicely into her beautiful little mouth. Her tongue slid over them and she closed her lips around my sack. This was really going a bit beyond licking my balls, but it's kinda hard to object when a sexy lady is taking your nuts in her mouth. I even let my cock flop down across her face.

"Oops," I said, as if that made it okay, but she just shrugged at the hard cock resting on her face as she sucked on my balls.

A big play was coming up so so took her mouth away from my balls and sat naked with me on the couch as we watched. Touchdown, the game was tied.

"Whoa, that was great!" Aunt Olivia said, "It worked!"

"Y-yeah," I said in amazement.

"Now you have to lick me somewhere else," she said excitedly, "If not you'll doom the team and we'll lose!"

Well, how could I argue that? But where would she pick?