Mom Needs Some Relaxation

"You're right, sis! I'll be back in a bit."

Your mom started walking up the stairs, and you found Sharon in front of you, holding out another beer. "Let's finish our conversation, shall we?" You took the beer and Sharon sat next to you on the couch. "It's pretty hard to take other people's hopes and backgrounds into account at your age. Sharon was obviously tipsy at this point; her words were slurring and she kept looking at you intently with her blue eyes. "I guess so, but I still have time, right?" You nervously sipped your beer, as Sharon got closer to you.

"Doug, Doug, Doug, Doug. Listen to me." Yep, definitely drunk. "You have to open your mind and be accepting to things." Sharon put her hand on your shoulder and squeezed. "As your aunt, It's my responsibility to hel*hic*p out." You stared at each other for a minute before Sharon started laughing. "You're so uptight, Doug! No wonder those kids bother you." She took her hand off your shoulder and gave you a light punch. Even with her small size, she was way stronger than she looked. You winced, but Sharon was too busy finishing her latest beer to notice. "Alright-y. Shall we get started on the barbecue?" Not wanting your aunt to burn the house down, you put your hand on her shoulder as she tried to get up. "Sharon, let's wait for mom to start, I think she wanted to cook her burgers first." Sharon put her hand over yours and sat back down. "Okay, let's watch some TV then!" At this point, you were drunk as all get out as well, but you had to keep it together before things got too hectic. Sharon flipped on the television and a drama was on. "Ooh, I love this one!" She exclaimed, moving her hands up and down in the air. "The guy on this show is a stunner!" You noticed Sharon open her legs a bit, and saw a slight bump in her skirt; but then again, you were drunk as hell, so you had no clue what you were seeing.

Deciding to go along with Sharon's idea, you sat and watched the drama series with her. Slinking back into the plushy couch, combined with your drunken state, was not a good idea. Sharon, however, was extremely energetic; she looked more invested in that show than you've ever seen someone before. Your eyes started to close, before Sharon took your arm and shook you awake. "Don't fall asleep on me, Dougie!" You opened your eyes abruptly and shot her a stare, and she shot you one right back. The freckles on her face amplified her expression, and she won the staring contest by a mile.

"C'mon, Doug! I haven't seen you in a long time, we have to have a little fun together! Let's have another beer, you lightweight!" She shot up, and sauntered over to the kitchen. You caught yourself looking at her hips sway, and noticed that for her size, she had a firm, plump ass. Wait. This was your aunt! You couldn't be looking at her like that, it was definitely the ****. As Sharon got the last beers from the fridge, she turned around... Ah, shit. Did she catch you staring at her?