A knock at the door

A knock at the door rouses you from your sleep. You get out of bed and slide on a pair of jeans to answer the door.

You open the door and see your Aunt Trixie in a red string bikini and a see-through white cover-up. She looks great. The tiny top is barely corralling her large, round tits, and you can see her nipples through the thin material. She works out regularly, and has a flat belly and toned legs and arms. Her hips are broad, and the bikini bottom doesn't really cover her ass, showing lots of skin and the movement of muscles underneath. Her bleached blond hair flows around her face and shoulders, nicely contrasting with her tanned complexion. She has a beautiful face with sexy blue eyes, high cheekbones, and full cock-sucking lips. She really is a fine piece of artwork, looking more twenty-something than mid-thirties. You wonder why she's here, though her eyes give her away. She has a molten look reserved for you. She gives you a once over, down then up to your eyes.

"You're looking great, John. Mind if I come in?" she asks as she walks into the room. You close the door behind her.

"Please, come on in. Headed to the pool?" you ask, wondering what pretense she has prepared, or if she'll just come on to you.

"I was headed there, and went past your room and had to stop. You know we're only six doors down from you, and Marla's across the hall."

"Oh, no I didn't. Can I get you a soda? I have Coke's here."

"Sure, that would be grand."

You grab a can from your mini-fridge, pop it open, and hand it to her. She takes it out of your hand, sets it on the desk, and kisses you. Her lips are soft and smooth. She holds your head, and you put your arms around her shoulders. You feel her tongue brush across your lips, and you open your mouth and let her in. You explore her mouth, then retreat and probe her tongue, while she explores your mouth. Her belly undulates along yours, though mostly lower, rubbing on your growing bulge. She's a good kisser. You put one hand on her head and one at the small of her back, then give her a dip. You straighten up and break the kiss.

"Good afternoon, Trixie. That felt like you've been wanting to do that for a long time."

"Every since you peeked on me on that visit to our house in Denver. I knew you were up in Marla's tree house, when she went to the store with Ned. I gave you quite the show, didn't I?"

You've never forgotten that trip. While you were reading comics in the treehouse, you heard a noise, looked down and saw Aunt Trixie drying off after a shower, completed nude. Then she laid down on the bed with a vibrator, crying out a few minutes later.

"You did indeed. Fueled my late night fantasies for several years."

"Mine too, John. Well, you're all grown up now, and it's time to complete the fantasy -- for both of us. Are you up for it? Do I excite you?"

"Trixie, you definitely excite me," you say, looking down at your bulging pants. You unzip them and peel the two halves open. You didn't put on underwear to answer the door, so your cock pops out, pointing straight at your aunt's tits. You drop the pants to the floor and step out of them.

"Oh, honey, that's marvelous!" Her eyes are glued to your quivering shaft.

You reach out and pull on the strings holding up her bikini top. They come out, and the cups fall. You see your aunt's gorgeous tits up close for the first time. They really are spectacular. Big and round and just enough drop to assure that they're real with fat puckered nipples as big as the tip of your finger. You stroke them and lightly pinch the nipples. Trixie purrs. You lean down and pop at nipple in your mouth. She gasps and moans, then pulls the strings on her bottoms, dropping them to the ground and stepping out. You step back and take in her nudity. She's even bleached her small trimmed patch of pussy hair. She really is very beautiful and sexy.