No! Think lateral!

-So, how do you want your hair?- Asks Mrs. Brenda, having finished dyeing your aunt. Through the mirror you're facing, you see that she has leaned on with her hands on the backrest of your chair, and in such an inclined position her overaverage sized boobs are enhanced both by gravity and by her wide neckline. Even in the circumstance you're in, you can't but be bewitched by this busty milf towering over you.

-Just like, uh, like now but shorter.- You arrange in one second. You've studied your plan so well that you hadn't thought yet what haircut you would choose; luckily, this is the standard one in this period, so Mr. Brena nods knowingly and begins her work. Your aunt, meanwhile, is still waiting on the chair next to yours, but seems to be lost in her thoughts.

This would be the best moment to act, but how can you, if you have to stay immobile? Even if there was something useful somewhere in the room, you couldn't reach it!

"Her cut hair is right under me! I just need to reach out! If only I had some tool or...".

Wait. Those tufts are wet, and therefore sticky; so, maybe you don't need your hand, but just something solid in its place. You taste the exterior of your jeans pocket: your phone is still there. Yes, it could work!

-Ops!- You let your device drop on the ground, "casually" next to your aunt's chair. Maddison lowers her face in surprise, while Mrs. Brenda pauses her work, straightening up in reflection. Perfect, now you have your excuse to reach for the ground and...

-Wait, I have it.- Mrs. Brenda is quicker than you and collects your phone, much to your astonishment and delusion. Well, it's not a problem if...

-Oh gosh, wait a sec.- She wipes it from all the wisps and gives it back to you. You have to stretch a bitter smile in a suffered thank.

"...Fucking awesome! Now I surely alerted Aunt Maddie!".

Mrs. Brenda restarts cutting your hair and, since you can't risk raising any other suspicion for a while, you decide not to attempt anything else until she has finished; which occurs quite rapidly, or so it does seem to your brooding mind.

-How does it look?- She retracts to give you space to examine your haircut. Not that you really do it.

-Yeah, it's cool.- You sigh. The woman doesn't notice or doesn't care about your tone.

-Good! Now I'm going to finish with your aunt, ok Miss?-.

-That sounds like a plan.- Maddison confirms. Brenda turns on the hairdryer, and you realize this is your new best occasion, as they're both distracted. From the corner of your eyes, you see that the brush she used on your aunt is laying on her tools cart, right behind her: their own reflections are hiding it, this is excellent!

-Sorry, I need to use the bathroom.- You lie, getting up even before she can answer you, aiming for the trolley. Now, just a swift of hand and...

-Sure, Ruby may you guide him?-.

-Yes miss.- The young assistant emerges from behind the screen, forcing you to retract your hand as if you've touched a burning coal.

-Right there, Tom.- She distends her arm towards one direction, her professional smile camping on her face.

-...Thanks.-. As you walk next to her, it seems to you that her smile has changed, looking more like a grin; but it lasts only for a second and, honestly, you could have imagined it. Once in the restroom, you wash your face, almost hoping you will wake up from this weird dream.

Yeah, as if.

"What the hell am I doing?" You vainly question the image in the mirror.

When you return, Mrs. Brenda is already done and your aunt is about to get up too, her once blonde hair now in a tawny color. You have a second of bewilderment which is followed by panic, as you realize that you're running out of time! But Ruby is still there, and now also Brenda is turning toward you!

"What do I do? Emily is counting on me! I promised her that...".

Your foot makes a misstep and you clamorously crumble to the floor, banging your knee right into its most sensitive point. Nausea clunches your throat and you whine in pain and shame.

-Oh my God, sweetie!-.

-Are you hurt?- Ruby rushes to help you.

-I'm fine...- You groan. As your palm drags around randomly, however, you touch something humid and fibrous. You jolt and immediately clasp your fingers on it. Back on your feet, you're met by the apprehensive look of the three women in the room, which put you in embarrassment even more than you already were.

-Dear, are you wounded?- Your aunt asks.

-Just, just in my dignity...- You answer, trying to stand on both of your legs. Meanwhile, you hide your fist behind your back, with jubilation and ache constantly alternating in you.

-Well, uh, I guess it's time to go home.- Maddison changes the subject, making you a big favor. She pays for both of you (normally you wouldn't accept, but right now you can't show your hand) and, in the end, you leave. You avoid the eyes of Miss Brenda and even more the ones of Ruby, as you limp away with your cheeks reddened.

-My my, you made me worried a moment ago!-.

-I'm sorry Auntie.- You murmur, finally hiding your hand in the pocket where you repone the tussock. You definitely can't say that it was for free, but at least your mission has been accomplished.

-The important thing is that you are fine.- She gives you a motherly look, looking exactly like your mom on these occasions. Right now she's the lovely Aunt Maddie who you've always known, the one you've always been very attached to, like a second mom. For a second, doubt assails you again. Your aunt, a danger?

But then you remember Emily's terror, and overall what happened before in the car, right on the seat you're currently going to rest. No, this is not your aunt; neither your mom is your mom, nor are your sisters, this is the hard truth. You are their only hope, you have to be the hero, you have to save them from, from what they've become, from what they have done to you... with, you. Yeah. You couldn't admit it to Emily, you couldn't confess the most forbidden of all the taboos in the world. Having sex with you. Loving you. Wanting you. And you liked it.

-...oh.- Your aunt, who is fastening her belt, stops to stare at something at the height of your belly. A devious smirk curls the corner of her lips, as you look down in dismay. Oh, God! Since when do you have this hard-on? Is this the reason Ruby was smiling before?

-Well, I guess you really like my new hairstyle.-.

-N-No, it's the trauma, you know how these things work!- You come up with the excuse. Actually, you're not even sure it's a lie, but the fact is that you would like to believe in it much more than you actually do.

-Then we should better go to put some ice on it.-. She dials the engine and enters the street. You close your legs, trying to distance your groin from her to avoid another "incident" with the gear. You just have to hold on for a bit more, and then you simply have to contact Emily...

Wait a moment, this is not the way home!

-Aunt? Where are we going?-.

-Oh, don't mind it. My house is closer, and better not to waste time before it inflates too much.- She dismisses your question. However, you're far from being reassured: going to her place? Where Emily has just run away from? This wasn't part of your plan!

-It's fine, you don't have to bother...-.

-Nonsense! You're under my responsibility right now! Besides, who's gonna hear your mother if I take you home with a broken knee?-.

"It's just a blow! And I'm 19!" You'd like to answer, but you can't risk raising her suspicion now that you're almost done. Ok, you only have to go into the house, take some ice and then exit. Easy deal, no pressure.

You arrive quickly and she parks in her garage. As you descend the car, you hesitate for a moment, recalling Emily's words about your grandmom. Gosh, if she's infected too, you're facing two of them?!

-What's the matter sweetie?- Maddison asks you, noticing your waving on the spot.

-Uh, nothing, just, is Grandma home?-.

-Actually, she isn't, she had some errands to do.-.

You take a sigh of relief.

-...and Emily too.- She adds after some seconds, as if she was expecting you to ask it.

Damn. You probably should have.

-Oh, great, I mean, erm, let's go then.-.

-Rrrright.- She locks the car and extracts the keys from her pocket, walking in front of you with a click of her heels. Your eyes automatically fall on her swaying, firm butt, enclasped in her tight skirt, and then on her wide hips which are lussuriously exacerbated by her business suit.

"She's so sexy...".

You scroll your head and you follow her in. Walking upstairs to her floor, you feel some twinges where you've bumped, but you try to ignore them. Get in, ice, and exit, you repeat to yourself.

-Here we are. Take a seat, Tom, I'll go take that ice.- She disappears behind a door that you know leads to the kitchen. There's a couch behind you, but you prefer to stand and wait, last thing you want to do is to suit yourself. In the meantime you look around, searching for anything out of place; but everything looks exactly as the last time you've been here: the paintings on the wall, the knick-knacks, the furniture, everything.

Maddison returns in no time, holding a freezer package. However, instead of giving it to your open hand, she kneels at your feet and lifts the shank of your trousers.

-A-Aunt Maddison, what are you-

-Ssh. Let me take a look.- She uncovers your swollen knee, gently stroking it with her finger. You have a small jerk.

-Does it hurt?-.

-N-Not much.-.

-My poor boy...- She brings her face closer, her breath pinches your articulation, and then... she pecks it, leaving you baffled.

-Aunt...-.

She does it again. And again. Little smacks, like your mother's of when you were a kid. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest as you look at this mature, business-attired woman, who is no other than your mom's elder sister, groping at your leg, kissing your sensitive knee while flashing a pair of devasting fuck-me eyes.

-I'm so sorry, sweetie.- She whispers suavely.

-I should have looked after you.-.

-I... I... no, it's been my fault...-.

-Let me take care of you now...- She finally places the ice upon your joint, making you shiver from the simultaneous sensations of pain and cold. Aunt Maddison strokes the back of your knee, causing you more shudders, but of a totally different sensation.

-It's... ok, I can go now...- You attempt to escape from the situation.

-But Tom, you can't walk around like this!- Maddison protests, furiously straightening up with a slightly childish pout on her face.

-Why are you so in a hurry? You said you were home alone, right?-.

-I... I must have said it.- You don't recall this detail, but right now you're unable to think straight.

-Sit there for a few minutes at least! Please Tom, I'd be so worried if I let you go out in this condition!-.

-Well, I...-.

You lost your words before her pleading expression, and something possesses you as you say: -...I will sit then.-.

A glad smile spreads onto her lips.

-Splendid! Well then, call me if you need anything!- She spins around and walks away, not before looking at you by profile, almost catching you staring at her ass, and adding: -And don't leave without saying goodbye, ok?-.

-...yes.-.

Now that you are alone, you collapse on the couch and hide your face with your hands. This, this is just too unbelievable! What the hell are you doing there?

"Is this happening for real? Oh Jesus, how can it be possible? There are no viruses that can transform women into incestuous nymphomaniacs, right? There must be a mistake somewhere, a misunderstanding!".

"This is just... just...".

You snort and resume pressing the ice on your knee. After about five minutes, the pain starts to fade away, much to your consolation. When you feel that you can bend your limb freely, you get up again, and check that you can walk too.

Good. You're about to leave, but you remember your aunt's last words. You can't disappear like this, or she will suspect something, won't she?

Therefore, you penetrate the house, looking for her. You were expecting to find her in her studio, but the room is empty. Then where...

You pause and prick up your ears. You've heard a faint humming coming from another room.

-Aunt?-.

You follow the noise until you find yourself... before the bathroom door?!

"Oh, no.".

You now hear the humming more clearly, alongside the splashing of water. Wait, she can't be...

You gulp and knock.

-Aunt? I, I just wanted to tell you that I'm going!-.

The noises stop for a second, then: -Tom?- comes Maddison's voice.

-You can come in!-.

You open your mouth to answer but, at first, only rough air comes out. What does she mean by come in, why should you come in, why would she want you to come in??

-I'd prefer not to...-.

-Please, sweetie, come in! Or I'll have to come and open by myself!- She chuckles as if it was a joke. You do everything but chuckle.

"Oh shit, fucking shit, is this really happening???".

With a trembling hand, you turn the handle and open the door.

You weren't wrong: your aunt is really taking a bath, right at the end of the room. She is curled up in the bathtub, her knees pressed to her chest, and looks at you with a sly grin. You turn purple and gasp at this forbidden vision.

-Come closer, honey.-.

-I don't think it's appropriate...-.

-Don't worry. Come closer.-.

You comply, as if entranced by her sultry voice. When she gets up, revealing with nonchalance her naked body in all its milfy glory, however, you halt immediately.

The drops of water cascade all over her body, following the line of her very voluptuous forms, namely her gorgeous boobs with two fleshy peaks like the tips of firm onions, and then down along her smooth belly, reaching the tuft of hair between her thighs. And there, barely visible, you can spot her womanhood, her most secret spot, the one your cousin has come from.

Her pose is far from being ashamed, she is flaunting her mature assets with all the awareness of their magnificence.

-Well?- She gloats: -Do you like what you see?-.

You furiously shake your head. This is wrong. This is all wrong.

-Why?- She replies, an almost amused intonation in her voice: -You don't have to be afraid honey. There is nothing ambiguous between us, right? I'm just your lovely... beautiful... auntie... and I'm showing you my glorious... soft... tits.- she extols this later sentence by squishing her enormous cleavage with her arms, as if to show you its morbidness, its handability.

-You like my tits, isn't this true, Tom? You would like to touch them... feel them... mmm... kiss them...-.

-N-No...- You deny with faint strength, struggling to look away.

-I'm so sorry, Tom.-.

Your throat goes dry. Lust transpires in her words like water filtered by a net.

-W-Why?-.

-Because I haven't satisfied you, before. I left you alone in my car to handle your... problem. What a terrible, terrible aunt I've been! And now, look at the results.-.

You follow her gaze and you hold your breath noticing your rock-hard boner clasping from inside your pants.

-Let me fix this. For you. For us.-.

-I... I can't... Emily...-.

Oh, no! Her name has slipped from your tongue. For a moment, panic subclasses the turbine of your emotions.

-Don't worry.- Whispers Maddison: -She's not there. We are alone in the house. No one... no one has to know. This will be our tiny, little, secret. Between a lovely aunt and her favorite nephew.-.

...

"No one...".

-So, tell me, Tom. Do you like what you see?-.

...

You nod.

-Good.-.