A Quick Look Into Amy's Perspective

Amy snickered as she watched her topless mother finally stop struggling, having been pinned underneath Danielle’s legendary rump in the center of the couch on her stomach. If there was anyone who could get someone under control, then it was Aunt Dany and her big ass, Amy thought with a giddy smirk. It could subdue even the toughest and most unpredictable of foes.

Best of all, in her effort to restrain her late husband’s hellcat sister, Danielle’s phone was “lost” in the scuffle, and she was finally **** to stop working during their vacation and begin enjoying herself.

Amy glanced over to Trish, who had snagged the phone as it fell to the floor next to her recliner and hid it in her thick sweater.

They winked at each other and raised the mixed drinks in their hands for a slight toast.

“Alright, alright. I give up.” Helen whined with the side of her face squished against a couch cushion, wiggling underneath the soft, round, weighty mass of Danielle’s booty.

“Do you?” Danielle asked with a slight, **** smile on her lips as she poured herself another full glass of wine, the first one having been swigged down in a matter of seconds. “If I let you up, then you have to promise me that you’ll calm down.”

“Do I have to put my top back on?”

Please say no, Amy begged in her mind as she acted casual and sipped on her beer, please say no.

“Yes.” She said without hesitation. “My son’s here, for God’s sake.”

Damn it…

“Don’t mind me.” Steven chuckled, sitting where Helen had been on the end of the L-shaped couch, right beside Amy. “It’s not like it’ll be the first pair I’ve ever seen.”

Danielle glared at him, and Amy couldn’t help but snicker at the nervous face he made.

“See, Dany?” Helen laughed, then began kicking her legs against the couch cushion. “He doesn’t mind, so c’mon!”

“No!” She said, then set the wine bottle down on the large coffee table in front of them after the glass was filled to the brim. After that, she took a long, slow sip of the glass, finishing nearly half of it by the time she pulled it away from her lips.

Amy rolled her eyes, then briefly turned her attention down to her cousin’s crotch, seeing that he showed no signs of being hard. Being that his usual bulge wasn’t there, she assumed he must’ve safely tucked it under his leg, or something. It was a smart move, but she admittedly would’ve preferred his shorts be off altogether.

Steven wasn’t a muscle-bound stud, but he was tall, good-looking, confident, and he certainly wasn’t as lacking in size downstairs like her fat boyfriend back home, Amy thought to herself with a wicked grin.

She couldn’t wait to see what kind of cute faces the eighteen-year-old would make while her big tits smothered his cock.

Not just that, but Amy had finally found an outlet to blow off some steam the way she preferred, by having her head pushed into a pillow while someone pounds away at her shaved pussy.

“I’m not saying that you deserve this Aunt Helen, but, you totally do.” Johnny said, still laying back in the recliner between the one Trish was in and the end of the couch that her mother was effortlessly being a dominatrix on. Amy could tell that the cute lesbian was enjoying the spectacle, so much so that Steven’s presence wasn’t instantly annoying her as it usually did.

“Et tu, Johnny?” Helen whined. “Trish, help me out here!”

“Nu-uh.” The big-boobed blondie said with a chuckle as she stood up from her chair then stretched her arms above her head with an empty glass in one of her hands, causing her cantaloupe-sized orgs to become even more pronounced for a moment. “If I do that, then we’ll both wind up trapped under Dany’s fat ass.”

“Say that again.” Danielle challenged, crossing her legs as her mouth finally began to curl into a smile. “I dare you.”

Trish’s eyes went wide, but her grin never fell. She brought a hand up and zipped her lips, then turned and walked towards the direction of the kitchen to get herself another refill of Jack and Coke. As soon as she walked out of view, intentionally loud whispering echoed off of the kitchen’s floor and walls for all the silent living room to hear.

“Dany’s. Big. Fat. Juicy. Ass.”

The stifled giggling coming from the kitchen sent everyone but Danielle into a fit of laughter, who took another long sip of wine as her face went bright red.

“Are you gonna’ take that, mom?” Johnny snickered. “She just declared war.”

“She did, didn’t she?” Danielle agreed, setting her empty glass down on the table next to the wine bottle. “That means if I give in, chase her, and get off of your pain-in-the-ass aunt, then I lose this battle.”

Helen cried out for a second in surprise as Danielle slapped her tight ass when she spoke the word. Amy noticed Johnny’s own face become a bit flushed at that, which made her giggle. Steven looked like he could believe what he was seeing, but that was probably because he’d gotten so used to how dull and strict Aunt Dany had become in the last few years.

This was a secret between Amy, Helen, and Trish, but they had all agreed to try and bring out the fun, spontaneous woman that she used to be. It was solely Amy’s idea to bring Steven in while they annoyed Aunt Dany to the point of breaking her iron-clad resolve towards being proper and professional, but the two ladies didn’t seem to have any objections about it. In fact, judging by how amused they were with Dany for being against him joining them at first, she suspected her mother and aunt were internally applauding Amy for making it happen as they stubbornly voted for him to stay.

Of course, if things went south and Aunt Dany broke down into frustrated tears instead of breaking free of her cage, they all would instantly back off and try to console her, Amy knew.

“Hey, Dany!” Trish called out, then walked back into the living room with a small cardboard box under one arm with a full drink in the other’s hand. “I think I found something of Marcus’.”

She set the drink down on the table’s corner and held the box up for them all to see.

It was about the size of a shoebox, and had a marker-written note crudely taped on one side of it that read:

“To Marcus Denton, from your good friends at Edward’s Laboratory.”