I Think We Both Needed That

"I think that's everything, Auntie T," I said, putting the last in a series of heavy cardboard boxes down on my aunt's living room floor. I had volunteered for the job of helping my Aunt Tina move her stuff into her new apartment, and we had been at it for about 7 hours now. I was pretty sweaty, and pretty happy to be done.

"Almost Markie dear, now we just need to start bringing in my piano collection." She was always a hoot, my Auntie Tina. She gave me a little smile and tousled my hair. "Thank you for helping me out with this. I'll make sure your mom knows what a good job you did."

Auntie Tina was my mother's younger sister, and we had always had a great relationship. After my dad had died last year, she decided to move back from her small house in suburbs to this just-about-as-small apartment in the country, just to be closer to my mom in her time of need. My mom insisted she didn't have to, but that was my Auntie Tina. She always knew better.

"Thanks, Auntie," I said with a smile. "Maybe she'll let me stay up past 10PM now." This was a joke, obviously as I was 20 now and had pretty much free reign... although I was still living in my mom's house. Maybe a little part of me was worried to leave my mom alone as well. She was always very stoic about everything on the outside, but I kind of felt like she didn't want me to see her struggle. I just didn't feel like it was the right time to move out yet. Or maybe I wasn't ready either.

Auntie T closed the door behind me and looked around. "So, this is my new home," she said. "Not so bad... once I get all these boxes out of the way. It might even be a little bigger than my old house, plus I don't have to mow the lawn anymore!"

"That's the spirit, Auntie T," I said. "I'm glad you're close by now. I think Mom could use a little extra support. Plus, now I have somewhere to hang out when I need to get out of the house," I said, giving her a nudge with my elbow. I knew I would be over there a lot, too. Auntie Tina had always been my sympathetic ear over the years when I needed to talk about stuff that ... well, my parents wouldn't have been ready for. Every so often, she would call the house and we'd end up talking for hours.

"Of course Mark honey, you're welcome any time," she said with a big smile. "Why don't you come in and sit down, and rest for a few before you go? See if you can get the TV working too, so we can watch a show or something. I'll start to unload some of this stuff." With that, she disappeared into the kitchen with a big brown box.

I got to work on setting up the TV. Fortunately we had done a pretty good job labeling all the wires and it didn't take long at all. I had finally gotten the evening news going when my aunt came back from the kitchen, with two bottles of beer in her hand. She sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Come have a seat, sweetie!" she chirped. "Let's see what channels you all get around here." She grabbed the remote and started flipping through.

I sat down next to her and she handed me one of the beer bottles. "Auntie, I don't know," I said coyly. "I'm only 20... I probably shouldn't."

She rolled her eyes, knowing better as always. "Just take the damn thing," she said. "You've earned it. I won't tell Mom." She was always the one to sneak me candy when I was a kid and my mom had forbidden it. Some things never change.

I took the beer, pretending to be reluctant about it, and started to drink. It was refreshingly cold and before I knew it, it was already half gone. My aunt had landed on one of the drama-laden reality shows she loved so much. We sat and watched it for a bit together, with me making snide comments about the show and her smacking me when I did. It felt like we hadn't missed a beat.

Soon, she was out to the kitchen again and bringing me another beer. This one went a little more slowly, and I relaxed and enjoyed the company.

"You know," my aunt said suddenly, "it's occuring to me now how much you are starting to look like your dad. Is it bad if I say that?"

"Of course not, Auntie T," I said. "I mean, he is... I mean, he was my dad. I was bound to look like him somehow. I guess I could do worse."

Auntie T smiled. "He was a wonderful man, your dad. And by the way, you are both very handsome," she teased, pinching my cheek. "I was always so jealous of your mom for having him. I wish I could have met a man like him for myself," she said. Thinking back, we had a running joke in the family about who Auntie T would be bringing to Thanksgiving this year. She always found some characters. I think she was a little too much for most men, though. She was very determined, and didn't take crap from anyone.

"Auntie T!" I exclaimed. "Are you saying you had a crush on my dad?" I smiled out of the corner of my mouth and took another drink. "I'm totally telling Mom."

She turned bright red immediately. "Stop it, sweetie!" she said, pushing me jokingly. "Of course I could never do something like that. Your dad was far too in love with your mom to ever consider anyone else. And I had never seen your mom act the way she does ... well, did, around your dad. I just wished I could have something like that. Something that was like, well, my destiny, I guess. I always felt like the men in my life were just there to pass the time." She took another drink and gazed out the window for a minute. We both sat quietly for a moment in reflection.

My aunt went to the kitchen to get another beer for both of us. I sat there, taking it all in. Thinking about where our lives had all been just a couple years ago, and now, here we all were. I snapped back into reality when she came back and handed me my beer.

"You're so much like him," she said suddenly. "You have a really good heart. When I needed help moving, I knew you would be the first to volunteer. I think your sister stopped taking my calls, when she heard I was moving," she said with a smirk. "You always do the right thing." She rubbed my shoulder gently. "He would have been here helping, too."

"I know he would have," I said. "If I didn't know better, I would have said he probably had a little crush on you, too." This was true; my father would have never done anything to jeopardize his relationship with my mom, but I think he saw her sister as part of the package and went out of his way to take care of her, too. And I think he relished the responsibility in a way.

She rolled her eyes again. "Anyway," she said, "find something to watch. I think I'm going to get changed." She put her beer down on the table next to the couch and disappeared into the bedroom. I sat and channel surfed in silence, drinking my beer. Finally I landed on my type of show, a rock music documentary. I watched for a bit, my attention fading in and out, until my aunt came back from the bedroom.

She had changed into a sheer, silky nightshirt and big fuzzy bathrobe. The robe covered the nightshirt for the most part, except for right around the cleavage area. Maybe it was the beer talking, but I started to notice at that point, as a man, what my aunt really looked like. She was a short, stout woman; very 'pleasantly plump', as the old saying goes. Most of her body could best be described as "round"; she had a plump, baby face; full, round tits, and a thick, round ass. If her ass looked like two basketballs under a sheet, her tits were like soccerballs. The round look of her face was finished off by a short, blonde bob hairstyle that accentuated its shape.

I looked at her a few seconds too long in the soft light of the living room lamp. Between the lighting, the outfit, and the beers I had put down, I was seeing my aunt in a whole new way. And I wasn't sure I was comfortable with it.

I felt a slight stirring in my cock as my eyes lingered a bit too long on her pendulous breasts. Thankfully, she didn't notice, and took her place on the couch next to me.

I immediately started to panic a little. "Auntie, if you want to go to bed or something, I can go. Mom's probably wondering where I am anyway, and it's getting a little bit late. I should probably be on my way. I don't mean to be a bother."

"No, that's OK sweetie," she purred. "You don't have to go. I'm just going to sit here anyway, and I do enjoy the company." What was it she had said about my dad and me? How we always do the right thing?

"Thanks, Auntie, but I probably should go. I don' t like to leave Mom alone, she worries so much. Especially at night, because you know... that's when Dad..."

I trailed off. One night, my mom had said goodnight to my dad and he had never come home. That was the night of the accident. My mom's anxiety seemed to act up then.

We both sat quietly for another minute. "OK, honey, I understand. I just don't want you to have to feel like you have to go on my account." She got up to walk me to the door.

"Thanks, Auntie T," I said. "I'd love to stay and sit some other time soon." I walked toward the door, a bit relieved but a bit disappointed. Those tits did look really nice. I could have sat and looked at them all night.

I put my hand on the doorknob, and my aunt put her hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and she gave me a big bear hug.

"You've grown up into such a good man," she said into my chest. It was about as far up as she got on me. "Thank you for all your help today... and for hanging out with me for a while. I wish there was something I could do to repay you."

"You don't owe me anything, Auntie T," I said. "You've helped me so much over the years. And now here, with Mom and all. You've been a godsend for me." It was pretty true, really. She had always been there to help me with what I needed. Whether it was some soft sympathy, or a hard truth, my Auntie T always knew best.

"Thank you sweetie," she said. "You're kind to say so. But I'm just looking out for my family. I love you guys, you know," she said, standing on her tiptoes and giving me a little peck on the cheek. Meanwhile, she was still hugging me tightly. I felt her body go up against me when she stood on tiptoe, and my cock noticed, too. I knew I needed to get the Hell out of there.

I tried to pull back a little, but she was holding on tight. "I know you do, Auntie T. We love you, too," I said, giving her a friendly pat on the head. She sighed, buried her face in my chest, and hugged me close. I felt my cock twitch against her belly as it encountered the softness of her robe. I had to pray she didn't notice. We stood there, silenty hugging, for a couple minutes more.

"OK, Auntie," I said finally. "I'd better go, Mom will be waiting for me."

"You let me worry about your mom, Markie baby," she said softly. She looked down, then looked back up at me with a dreamy look in her eye. "It looks like your dear old Auntie hasn't lost her touch after all."

"Wh-what do you mean?" I said, trying my best to play dumb. Damn it, she had noticed. Now what the fuck did I do?

"And," she said, a little louder, "I think I have finally found a way to repay you for your help after all." She looked up at me with a devilish grin. She pushed her body closer into mine, much to the delight of my cock. I, on the other hand, wasn't so sure.

I tried to struggle out of her grasp. "I'm sorry, Auntie. I didn't mean to. I mean, I just-"

"Shhhhh..." she whispered. "You just let Auntie T take care of you." With that, she began to plant gentle kisses around my neck. At her height, it was about as far up as she could go. Meanwhile, her hands that had been wrapped around me in a hug began to gently caress the muscles of my back through my t-shirt. I was terrified, but at the same time, her embrace felt warm... comfortable... and welcoming. She was still my auntie, but now, she was something... something else. She took my face in both hands and pulled me down to kiss me full on the lips.

We kissed for a while, and explored each other with our hands as we stood there, at the door. Small moans escaped her lips every so often as her tongue found its way into my mouth. I caressed her face with both hands and she looked up at me, with a faraway look in her eye. With a smile, she slowly knelt down in front of me, her hands following her all the way down along my sides and stomach. She began to very tentatively undo my belt.

"Oh my, Auntie..." I barely whispered. "Are you sure...?"

"Mmmmm," she replied. "Absolutely. I think you and I both need this right now, baby." She unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid them down my legs. Then, she gently moved my underwear around my bulging hardon and slid them down as well. My cock sprung right out and pointed itself right at my aunt's face. "Ooh," she squealed, "what a big boy you've grown up into, Mark." She placed her hand around my cock and began to stroke it gently.

"Does this feel OK, sweetie?" she asked, looking up at me.

"I love it, Auntie," I whispered again. "It feels so good."

She winked at me and began stroking me a little bit harder. Then, she slid her robe off her shoulders, exposing her ample cleavage. Seeing my cock so close to those beautiful tits was exciting. I wanted to cum all over them right then. I looked into my aunt's eyes and smiled. I watched her giant tits sway back and forth as her hand worked its way up and down my cock. Then, she moved her head right up to the tip of my cock and began to tease it with her tongue. She swirled it around the head of my cock gently and it was all I could do not to grab her head and force my cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "It's been a while since I've done something like this. I hope I haven't lost my touch," she said with a sly grin. She then slid her lips over my cock and began to very slowly suck it. My legs began to shake trying to hold myself back.

"It's not that bad, is it?" she said, looking up at me.

"Oh no, Auntie... it's so good. Oh, my God," I moaned. She went back to sucking my cock. I closed my eyes and listened to the smacking and slurping sounds her mouth made as it bathed my cock in its wet warmth. I opened my eyes again and looked down. My aunt's head was bobbing up and down on my cock, still at a painfully slow pace. I felt like I was right on the edge of cumming, but didn't quite want to push over the edge yet. This felt too good. I needed this.

She very gradually began to suck my cock more quickly. She reached down between her legs and began to play with her pussy as she sucked. Soon her lower body was gyrating in time with her upper body. I knew it wasn't going to be much longer.

"Auntie, I think... I think I'm going to cum," I said.

"Mmmm," she moaned again. "It's ok, sweetie. Let it go. Let it all go for your Auntie. I want all of it." She began to suck again, this time at a faster pace. She placed her hand on my cock and began to stroke it in unison with her mouth. I began to thrust my hips as I got closer to orgasm. I could hear her fingers sloshing around in her wet pussy along with the furious sucking sounds from her mouth. The pressure was too much for me to take.

"Auntie, I'm cumming," I said. "What do you... I mean, where do you want me to..."

She responded by taking my entire cock into her mouth and grabbing my ass cheek with her free hand. She pulled me into her firmly as a giant load of my cum spurted into her mouth. She teared up a little but kept her hold on me as I emptied my balls down her throat. She dutifully swallowed every drop and finally released me with a gasp.

"Oh my," she said. "There was so much!" She looked up at me with a smile. "You must have been saving up for a while."

"Nothing but the best for my Auntie T," I said weakly. My legs at this point felt a little rubbery.

She took the edge of her robe and wiped her mouth. She stood up, removing the robe completely and tossing it on the couch. She was now dressed only in the silky silver nightshirt. No bra, or underwear, from what I could tell.

"I hope that felt good, sweetie," she purred, putting a hand on my shoulder. "It looks like you needed it."

"I did, Auntie," I said. "Thank you so much. That felt so good." I looked into her eyes, and it was strange. I mean, I was looking at the same person as always, but now... now it was different. I liked it.

"I'm glad, honey," she said with a smile. "But now, there's something I need you to do for me."

"Anything," I breathed.

"Come with me," she said, taking my hand. She led me into her bedroom. We hadn't gotten much set up in there yet, but the bed was ready... and my aunt had lit a bunch of candles on the bedside tables and the dresser. She led me into the room and shut the door, so that the room was only lit by candlelight. She must have done this while she was getting changed. I started to think that maybe she had planned for all this to happen.

She pulled the nightshirt over her head and stood in front of me, completely naked. I looked at her body in the candlelight, her beatiful curves accentuated by the shadows. She took my hand again and led me over to the bed. She sat down on it, in front of me and looked up at me. Still holding my hands, she brought them up to her ample tits and placed them there. I began to play with them lovingly, teasing the nipples with my fingers.

"Oooh!" she said, jumping a little. She began to move her hips around a little bit on the bed. Then, after a few minutes of this, she finally leaned back on the bed. I stood there, in front of her, and saw her whole body spread out in front of me. My cock began to twitch a little bit again. I wanted so badly to have my way with her, right there and then.

"Sweetie," she said, "I need you to lick my pussy. Can you do that for me?" She took my hands from my sides and pulled me toward her. I knelt down on the rug and positioned my head in between her thick thighs. I could feel the warmth and smell the musky aroma emanating from her pussy. I could also smell "her" smell... the smell of her perfume that I had known for years. I curled my arms underneath her thighs and pulled her pussy into my face. I began to tease around her pussy lips gently with my tongue. She let out a little gasp and began to move her hips in rhythm.

I kept gently teasing all around the edges of her pussy with my tongue. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair, smiling down at me.

"Ooh, that's so good," she moaned. "Now go a little harder." With that, I began to tease her clit. She arched her back and moaned again, pulling my head into her. She began to use her other hand to play with her bounteous tits. I pushed my face further into her and began to probe her clit more intensely. The smell and taste of her pussy were intoxicating and my cock was starting to get hard again already.

I gradually began to push harder into her clit with my tongue. She responded by grinding her pussy against my face and pulling my head into her with her hand. The gyrations of her hips became more and more intense and I could hear her breathing getting heavier. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and moaned.

"Oooh, baby," she drawled, "You're doing so good. You're making Auntie so happy, baby. Mmmm, your tongue is magical." Between my saliva and her own juices, her pussy was soaking wet. My cock was now fully hard and I could hardly stand waiting anymore. I stood up and positioned my cock right at the entrance to her pussy. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at me, pulling back.

"Oh, no, baby. We can't do that. You have to make Auntie cum," she said sternly.

"But I want you so badly, Auntie. You look so good lying there. I want to be inside you," I said sheepishly.

"I want to cum in your face," she said. "Please, baby. Lick Auntie's pussy some more."

When she put it like that, I guess I couldn't resist. I knelt back down and wrapped my arms around her thick thighs again. Taking a deep breath, I dove back in and began to once more devour her pussy. I took my right arm back and began to tease my finger around the entrance to her pussy. She moaned with delight and I slowly pushed my finger in. It was delightfully wet and soft inside. The sound and feel of all that wet skin on my tongue and finger was exciting.