The mall(?)

She looks at you inquiringly, waiting for your answer, yet amused, thrilled by anticipation. Your heart is racing. You absolutely must not make her suspicious! You have to choose a plausible place, and possibly one that can give you some opportunities to collect her DNA.

-I was thinking of the mall.- You come out instinctively. Your aunt Maddison is a bit puzzled by your choice, not being exactly a place you usually frequent.

-You want to spend time with me... in the mall?-.

-Yeah.- You hesitate for a second, then you remember something.

-I've heard there's a new hair salon and I wanted to try it. You know, my hair is getting a bit long.-.

Your aunt seems to want to rebut, but then she closes her dangling mouth and shrugs.

-Uh, ok. To the mall then!-.

She starts at full throttle, clashing with her usual prudent driving. From how she behaves, from how she talks... you can see that there's definitely some strange energy that animates her. Could it be, like, a virus influencing adrenaline?

"I'm not the doctor here. I just have to collect a sample. If I convince her to have a haircut, maybe I can collect her hair: it's not blood, but it's better than nothing.".

-Soooo...- She cuts in: -How was your morning, precious nephew of mine?-.

You glom at that appellative. Why did she sound so lovely?

-My morning... it-it was good. A normal Sunday morning, you know?- You stay vague, but you feel the sweat beading on your forehead.

-Mh.- She doesn't seem to have bought it.

-Your mother told me you had some sort of family experience.-.

Your jaws dry up, for a moment you're horrified by the perspective of your aunt discovering the forbidden reality, the one you couldn't tell even to Emily. But it's merely a reflex for normality, because you know that she isn't your normal aunt, and that she is part of that, whatever that is. Right?

-K-Kind of. What did she say exactly?-.

-Oh, nothing. She just mentioned it.-.

Is she playing dumb? Or is she telling the truth? Her eyes are on the road so it's difficult for you to read her face, but you honestly can't tell if she's playing with you. Meanwhile, she slows down at a red light.

-H-Hey, you know what would be cool?- You resume: -If we both have a cut! You know, as a... aunt-nephew experience!-.

The red light stands over your car. Your heart is beating fast. You've played it bad. You've played it very bad. She'll surely guess out that something is off and...

-Yes! It's a lovable idea!- A sultry smile lifts the corner of Aunt Maddison's lips. You suppress a sigh of relief, which however dies in your throat when you see her fixing her posture properly, straightening up and moving her arse slighter back. While doing so, she delicately jiggles her business-suited, hot MILF body, driving your attention further to her luscious bosom by seductively brushing it with her dainty, manicured fingers, in a natural yet seductive move.

You divert your gaze, shameful thoughts swirling in your mind. S-She just repositioned her sit, it's not like she was trying to hit on you!

"No, she's trying to! I must not forget...".

-Mmm, better. Oh, it's green.-.

It's her intonation, also in her gestures, that is driving you crazy: that vapid verve just above normal, enough to be noticed but not to overcome a lim-

"!!!".

You open wide your eyes in shock as Maddison's hand has gone to your crotch, perfectly grasping your semi-erected penis which thus stiffens completely. Before you can utter anything, she gives it a jolt up and then turns to you.

-Ups! Gosh, I'm so ditz, haha! Sorry, sorry!-.

She casually moves the hand to the gear shift, and then takes off again.

You don't say anything. You can't. You're barely able to process what's just happened.

"She sensed it, right?".

"No way she didn't realize.".

"Emily wasn't lying.".

Aunt Maddison looks at you quickly out of the corner of her eye. Then once again, this time not at your face though.

-Ohh, that's my fault, isn't it?-.

She pulls up to the side of the road, in a parking area. You're not that close to the mall to go by walk, so from being stunned you start to get agitated. A tensed silence falls between the two of you, while your mother's sister stares at you in some sort of expectation.

-I see. You don't want your old decrepit Aunt Maddison watching you, uh?- She says with a giggle. Your brass expression drops at the realization. No way, no way she wants you to...!

-That's fine! I'll wait outside!- And she exits from the car, placing herself right in front of the door. You peek at her in disbelief, almost dazed, her back is pressing on the window to shield you from the looks of passers-by. You lower your glare on your own crotch, jagged by an evident bulge.

Gulp

You unzip your jeans and your cock immediately spurts out of your shorts. You turn again to your aunt, almost expecting her to shout incredulous at you that she was just joking and that you've gone crazy; instead, she hasn't moved from her position.

"My aunt... my... auntie... she... ah...".

You start to stroke your wood, your attention being capitalized by her striped black suit that is covering her sinuous back. You wonder how it would feel to rub your pecker against the soft material, soaking it with your sperm, burying your nose into her hair.

CIAK CIAK

You're already producing squanchy sounds, meaning that you're close to cum. You try desperately to think about something else, about Emily, the promise you did to her, her fear when she threw herself between your amrs; but then you remember how she brushed against, and your penis trembles at the memory. You know that it's wrong. That's it's morally, deeply wrong. That you should fight this urge. That the horror beyond your apparent aunt should terrify you; and it does. But, nonetheless, it arouses you too. You cannot avoid thinking about her grip of before, how her mature but slim digits have wrapped around your boner. And there were clothes in the between. What if there weren't? What if she had remained in the car instead of flaunting her silky back at you, and it would have been her hand stroking your dick right now, her breath blowing just one centimeter over it, and she would have bent over and engulfed it in her mouth and she would have watched up at you and then-

-Ugh!-.

You squeeze your eyes and clench your fingertips to avoid milking the dashboard as you begin to pump gusts of load that eventually exhaust you.

"S...Shit... why was I thinking about those things? But... was I really trying to avoid it or I was just...".

You shake your head and draw a hankie from your pocket, and carefully clean your hands and prick. When you're over and redressed, you linger again on your aunt's back for some seconds, then you sigh and knock on the window. She immediately spins around and re-enters the car, a giddy smile on her face.

-Good boy, you haven't even made a mess! Mwah!- She lunges forward and treacherously kisses you on the cheek, causing you to blush.

-Let's go now! Mall is waiting!-.

In a few minutes, you're walking among the shops, a crowd throngs the place since it's Sunday. You throw several stealthy glances at your aunt, who's still sporting that sassy smile from before.

-Hold my hand 'hon, I don't want to lose you!- She actually grabs yours without further notice, completely ignoring your embarrassment.

-I'm-I'm-I'm not a kid...-.

-Where's the salon? Oh, here it is! I was thinking to dye my hair brunette, what do you think?-.

You're taken aback by her idea: you cannot think of your aunt without her golden locks. Yet, neither you could with Kim before yesterday; but now, after this morning, after her brown hair has tingled against your knuckles while you were holding her, after you've seen it bobbling as you threw her, you doubt you can associate another color.

-Yes, I guess... wait!-.

She turns around, puzzled and alarmed by your outburst. You have remembered why you chose this place in the first instance.

-Why not shorten it too? I mean, since you want to change...-.

You hold the best poker face you can make as she bats her eyelids perplexed, before grinning again.

-Sure! That's a great idea!-.

You sigh in relief, but you don't have time to relax since she literally drags you in. Luckily (or unluckily, it depends on the point of view) there is only an aged woman inside, and the hairdresser seems to be close to finishing with her.

-Hello! What can I do for you?- Comes to greet you a lovely youthful woman, not much older than Kim. Her bright smile glistens harmoniously on her ebony skin, returning a sense of naturalness that instead must have been studied over time. For a moment you imagine having those mocha lips encircling your penis, but you fight back that instinct when you see, to your dismay, a similar spark inside your aunt's eyes.

-Hi cutey!- She answers, causing the girl to slightly flinch in surprise: -Me and my nephew heard about this salon. Do we have to make an appointment?-.

-No, that's not necessary.- The girl answers, having returned her cheerfulness. She must have classified that as the weird compliment of an elder woman.

"Little did she knows..." You think bitterly.

-We will serve you in a moment. If you want to follow me back there I'll proceed with washing your head, in the meantime.- She gently indicates a point behind a wooden screen. Before you can move one step, your aunt has already offered herself.

-Splendid! Wait here, honey.- She chirps, following the cute shampooer. You realize only now the danger she's unawarely facing: you can't let her be alone with your infected aunt! But, as you move toward the screen, you're halted by the croaking voice of the other client, who's looking at you through the mirror.

-Well, well, aren't you a handsome one! Are you a local, dear?-.

What? Oh God, does she want to have a conversation, right now?

-Yes, from this city, yes. Uh...- You sway again, but she doesn't get your intention and keeps going.

-You are such a nice boy to accompany your aunt! I'm sure she's appreciating it.-.

-I, uh, I'm glad to do it Madam.- Usually this would be a lie, and this time it is even more. But, once again, it's not enough.

-Kids these days are such in a hurry! They don't think of their old relatives anymore...-.

-Now, now, I wouldn't be so ****.- The hairdresser, a beautiful woman of your mother's age, cuts in: -I'm sure your grandchildren do the same to you.-.

-Just one of them, actually!- She chuckles: -She's the only one who remembers her grandma. The daughter of my daughter. Tell me, dear, do you have a girlfriend?-.

You freeze at that question. Is this really happening? Why is she so insistent, what does she expect from you? That you date her granddaughter? Well, you won't, because you already have a girlfriend, nope, you have three, that is your sisters and your mother who you banged before, and probably your aunt will too, so why doesn't she just mind her own business instead???

"..."

You fall silent, and right then the hairstylist announces that she's done. The oblivious hag thanks her warmly and greets the both of you before exiting.

-Oh, just in time!-.

You turn around, seeing Aunt Maddison re-emerging with her hair wet and a towel around her neck. Behind her, the shampooer is beaming at you. You hold your breath. You can't say if it's the same smile as before or not. How much time has passed, what has happened, has your aunt managed to do something while you weren't paying attention?

Maddison passes by you with a cryptic expression, and you can only swallow and take her place on the other side. You rest your head on the sink and a stream of warm water gently washes your head. However, you can't but scrutinize by your reversed pov the girl above you who doesn't loosen her lips as she begins to soap. Those lips which seem so juicy.

-Is it hot enough?-.

You gulp.

She's referring to the water.

-Yes.-.

WASH WASH WASH

She's good at it. It's relaxing, you have to admit. The temptation to close your eyes and forget all your worries is alluring.

WASH WASH WASH

-Are you attending University? Or you're working perhaps?-.

-I'm... studying.- You slur.

WASH WASH WASH

-I'm in training here. You know, dues. My dream has always been to open my Salon.-.

-Oh... that's nice.-.

-Yes.-.

The light in your face is a bit annoying. You close your eyelids, the last thing you see are her dark eyes looking intensely at you.

WASH WASH WASH

-You seem nervous, Tom. There's no need to be.- You hear her sybilline whisper. You open your eyes in alarm. She's still smiling.

-H-How do you know my name?- You ask in a faint voice.

-Uh, oh, your aunt told me.- She seems genuinely confused by your reaction. Maybe you've been too much paranoid, maybe she's just trying to have a conversation.

-My name is Ruby. Ruby Clyne. Don't worry, I'll leave you to Miss Brenda's hands. She's a real professional.- She concludes softly. You actually feel a bit guilty, as well as embarrassed: she was just trying to help you and you treated her like a leper. Shit, you hope that she hasn't taken you for a racist.

-Thank you, Ruby.- You say cordially as you get up, one unwiped droplet running down your forehead.

-Oh, sorry, let me...- Before you can dismiss her, she has grabbed the towel on your shoulders and is wiping your hair again. Your tension comes back stronger than before, her warm breath is blowing on your neck, her tempting body is almost brushing your back, you can nearly feel it as much as you feel her pupils pointing at your skin. A chill sensation runs down your spine.

-Here... our little secret... ok?- She scuffs with that same tone that alarmed you, so different from the rest, so... sensual. So it wasn't just your imagination. Or was it? Maybe she's just a normal girl who's seriously, normally hitting on you. Maybe she just likes you, maybe it's all in your head.

Or, maybe, it isn't.

You walk away in a hurry, pretending not to perceive her pillowy fingertips brushing your shoulders and arms as you leave, a soft erotic tingling that could also be a mere incident, she could simply haven't lowered her hands in time. Anyway, now you feel compelled to get away as much as possible, therefore you go back to the main room.

Your aunt is sitting on the lounge chair, looking at the mirror in front of her, while Mrs. Brenda is circling around, cutting tufts of hair with accurate snips. Those strands! You just need to lay your hand on them!

-Come, sit here.- The hairdresser cordially invites you toward the other seat. You cautiously get closer, alternating your eyes between her and your aunt. And what about her? Has she infected her too? Or... or she hasn't done anything yet?

Your aunt peeks at you from the corner of the eye, and you immediately shift your gaze elsewhere. She must absolutely not suspect your true intentions and the real origin of your behavior. You're just agitated by the incestuous intercourse you had with your family, and nothing more.

...nothing more.

-I'll apply the dyer on her and then I'll be on you. Ok sweetie?-.

On you? S-Sweetie? Why those words? Is that a habitude or, or that means...

"No, no, keep calm. She's just an old woman talking to a young guy. Maybe she has a son of my age.".

-Yes, take your time.-.

In the meantime, you have to find a way to collect some hair while avoiding your aunt's checks, and Mrs. Brenda's too. You need a distraction or some kind of occasion...