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"Oh, c'mon Doug. Just a few beers in and we're already fantasizing huh? I thought you guys were supposed to be subtle about that kind of stuff. Looks like Lisa hasn't taught you right." Sharon walked towards you and handed you another beer, before sitting down across from you. As she sat down, she unfolded her legs, and tugged on her spandex a little bit.

"Thank god I have this, otherwise you wouldn't have even watched a _bit _of the show!" She grabbed the remote, and turned the volume on the tv up, before scooting closer to you. "I know you've been looking at me, Dougie." She grabbed your free hand, and put it on her leg. "Now, do you even remember what we were talking about before you started oogling your own aunt?" She laughed, and squeezed her hand over yours into her leg. She was toned, but had just a little bit of extra flab on her leg. Your drunken self failed to notice the huge boner you were sporting; but your jeans did a good job blocking most of it.

"It was about open-mindedness, you dingus." Sharon giggled. "And youuu are _soooo _close-minded! I think I need to open you up a bit."

You felt a chill down your spine. "I think we should start on the barbecue now! Mom is gonna be down any minu--"

"Lisa is gonna take hours to get ready. Don't tell me you're getting tired of your fun aunt! Besides, It's not like I didn't see you staring at me. You need to learn how to listen, dude!" Sharon moved your hand from her leg to her crotch. Instantly, a wave of heat hit the palm of your hand; it was like a space heater was located in between her thighs. What was more insane was the size of her bulge. Her spandex did its best to conceal the massive cock underneath, but the sheer size and thickness of it was close to tearing the fabric at the slightest movement. You gulped. "Relax a little, Doug! You're way too uptight." Sharon chuckled, and then hiccuped. Ah, fuck. She was still drunk. There was no way she was going to stop. You pulled your hand away, but Sharon yanked your arm, causing you to come off of the couch and tumble onto the floor. Sharon took this opportunity to jump on top of you, and sit squarely on your chest. She giggled, "Oh, man. You're such a lightweight, _and _you're weak! Doug, what have you been doing all these years?!" Sharon pushed up off of your chest, before placing her foot on it, giving you a view of her panties up her skirt. "Like the view?" She laughed. "You could've just asked, we are family, you know." She turned around to show you her ass. "This is what you were looking at, huh? I could literally feel you staring as I got those beers. _So _subtle. Well? Are you gonna say anything?"

Your mind raced. With the help of the ****, the best you could manage was a "Sorry." Sharon laughed. "Don't be sorry! I love you! You're my nephew, I cherish the opportunity to teach you things, especially stuff like this. Here." Sharon pulled her skirt up, and pulled her spandex down to her thigh, before spreading her ass. "The most important thing for opening your mind is to just relax and go with the flow. She lowered herself onto your face, placing her asshole directly onto your lips. "Come on, Dougie. Just a little kiss!" She giggled. Her asshole was completely shaven, and smelled like lavender for some reason. Your dick throbbed in your pants, and Sharon started rubbing it through your jeans. "Open wide! You obviously like this. If you would rather give something else a kiss, I'd be happy to teach you that as well!" She shifted her hips back and forth to rub her asshole on your face; the heat coming from her was nearly unbearable. What do you do?