Summer Vacation

"Not while you have old Bob handy," Michael thought but didn't say.

"So I hope you'll understand why I can't go out with you again," she concluded.

Michael didn't say a word, he just turned and walked back to his car. There was really nothing for him to say. This time, thankfully, his car had started right up and he quickly pulled away.

As he drove down the semi-dark streets, Michael wondered if Cindy had ever really been serious about him. Or had the whole summer relationship just been a ploy to make her boyfriend, for that was what he was sure Bob had been, take more notice of her. He supposed he should feel angry or something, but all he felt was a sense of disappointment. In a way, for whatever the reason, Cindy had been right. Next week he would be gone, and to be honest with himself, he hadn't ever considered their relationship to have been anything else but a summer fling.

The block Karyn lived on was at the bottom of a small hill, so when Michael reached the top of it, he could see her house in the distance. Making his way down the street, he noticed a dark green car sitting in the driveway -- evidently his Aunt had company.

A wide smile came to his face as the teenager remembered the last time he had come home a little early and found someone parked in the driveway. The memory of Karyn riding Angelo Salvatori's massive cock brought a sudden stirring to Michael's own. A reminder that he hadn't gotten laid tonight as he planned. A visit to the bathroom before he turned in tonight was definitely in order.

When he was less than a half block away, the car became more identifiable and any thought that Karyn had been more lucky than he'd been tonight went out the window. He'd seen the car every week when he'd gone with his Aunt to the local church. There was as much chance of his walking in and finding his Aunt screwing the Right Reverend Joshua McKenzie as there was his getting the chance to screw a Hollywood starlet.

Aunt Karyn was on many local committees and the Reverend had undoubtedly dropped by to talk to her about some function or other. It wouldn't be the first time.

In fact, it was the sudden recollection of Reverend McKenzie's last visit that make the sandy haired youth decide to walk around to the back door and come in that way. If he was lucky, he could grab a soda and a snack and head up to his room after a quick hello. He really wasn't in the mood for one of the man's never-ending lectures on what was wrong with young people today. Which in his opinion, Michael had quickly learned, was that they didn't look at the world in the same way that he did.

Skirting around the house, Michael saw that the only lights on where in the living room and the kitchen. Since there was no one in the kitchen when he came in the back door, they had to be in the outer room. The shades had been drawn when he passed the window so he couldn't tell who else might be attending the meeting. He knew there had to be someone else, the Reverend would never put himself in the position of being alone with a woman other than his wife.

Michael quickly made himself a snack tray, raiding the refrigerator for leftovers, and poured himself a glass of soda. With luck he would be up in room in a few minutes where he could relax and watch the TV up there.

Backing into the swinging kitchen door while he held onto the serving tray, Michael turned as he walked. He got two steps into the living room before he spotted Karyn and her guest on the couch.

"Holy Shit!!" Michael called out as he looked at the couch.

The shock of what he was looking at was such that he let go of the heavily laded snack tray, causing it to drop to the hard wood floor with a loud, resounding crash.

Time stood still for a brief moment before anyone could react to Michael's outburst or the shattering impact of glass bowls and tumblers. In that instant, the young man's mind took in every aspect of the image a few feet in front of him.

He noticed the two half empty bottles of wine on the coffee table, as well as the crystal goblets that went with them. Tossed across the table as well, was the dark blue dress Karyn had been wearing when he'd left on his date. At the moment, his Aunt was wearing little more than a smile as she leaned back on the sofa, her legs raised high and wide in order to give her guest a clear access to her pussy. Her head was tilted back and her eyes closed. She had clearly been enjoying the oral ministrations of the equally naked figure kneeing in front of her.

From where he stood, Michael wasn't able to make out any features, but the short curly blond hair was a dead giveaway. He hadn't considered the idea that the car out front might be driven by someone other than the Reverend McKenzie. There was no mistaking the woman eagerly licking his Aunt's open pussy. It was Bernadette McKenzie, the Minister's wife.

"Michael!" Karyn yelled as she opened her eyes in response to the sound of shattering glass and saw her nephew standing there.

"Oh God!" Bernadette McKenzie gasped as she jumped up and turned in the direction of the noise as well.

As she stood up, Michael got a good look at Mrs. McKenzie. In her late thirties, she had a pretty good body, he thought. Her breasts were small and well rounded with bright pink nipples. Had Michael known her as a teenager, he would've noted that she had kept much of her figure. A figure that had drawn the attention of many young men.

"Oh my God!" she repeated again. "Oh my dear God!"

"Calm down, Bernadette," Karyn said to her reassuringly as she instantly sized up the situation. "Everything's going to be all right."

That seemed to calm the excited woman down a little. She sat down on the couch, picking up the blouse she had dropped to the floor earlier and wrapped it around her naked form.

"Michael, get something to pick up that glass," Karyn said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Automatically, the eighteen year old obeyed, stepping back into the kitchen. His mind, however, was racing. His Aunt was also into women,... and with the Minster's wife no less. Glancing down, he saw that his cock was as rock hard as it had ever been.

It only took a moment to get a hand broom and dustpan and come back into the living room. As he cleaned up the mess, he couldn't help stealing looks at the two women. Bernadette McKenzie still had the unbuttoned blouse wrapped tightly around her, but his Aunt Karyn surprisingly had made no effort to cover herself. Her large breasts were just hanging there for him to see.

As he stood up, he could swear that Mrs. McKenzie was staring right at his hard on. His imagination of course, but it made his blush a little as he disappeared back into the kitchen.

"Don't worry, Bernadette honey," Karyn said as the older woman put her arm around the blonde's shoulders. "My nephew's not going to tell anyone about what was going on here tonight."

"I trust you, Karyn," she said as she snuggled against her lover. "But can I really trust your nephew?"

"I trust him," Karyn replied. "And that's enough.

"Maybe for you, but I need something stronger," Bernadette added.

"I don't understand," Karyn said, a look of confusion on her face.

"What I mean is," Bernadette explained. "I'd feel a lot better about trusting your nephew to keep his silence if he had something to lose if he didn't. I'm sure you can keep him in line for now, but what's to keep him from going off to school next week and telling everyone about his dyke Aunt getting her pussy licked by the Minister's wife?"

Karyn was taken a little aback by Bernadette's language. In all the years she had known her, she had only heard her use profanity when she was in the heat of passion.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Bernadette," Karyn said. "Do you want me to threaten him or something?"

"No, not that," she answered quietly, her eyes on the door to the kitchen as she watched for Michael's return. "I was just thinking that if Michael were more involved with what was going on tonight, then he'd be more reluctant to tell anyone about it."

"What?" Karyn said in disbelief.

"Think about it," Bernadette said.

"I don't need to think about it," Karyn quickly replied. "He's my nephew."

"But he's not mine," Bernadette said as she smiled. "And technically, he's only yours by marriage -- and you're not married to his Uncle any more."

"This is insane," Karyn insisted.

"Well then I could just involve him myself," Bernadette suggested.

Then it hit Karyn, that was the point Bernadette had been steering her to from the moment they'd turned around and saw him standing there. Her lover wanted to fuck her nephew. The tall redhead looked into her lover's eyes and saw that she was dead serious. The whole situation was incredible. She didn't feel jealous at the suggestion. After all, she had an ongoing sexual relationship with Angelo Salvatori as well as occasion flings with other men in the community.

She hadn't really planned to start an affair with Bernadette a year ago when she had come over looking for support after a devastating fight with her husband. It had just sort of happened.

Unknown to their parishioners, the relationship between the Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie had been deteriorating for years now. The source of their problems, then and now, had been their inability to have any children. After almost ten years of trying, Bernadette had become resigned to never getting pregnant. Joshua on the other hand had become more obsessive about the subject as the years went on.

Several times, Bernadette had suggested that they look into medical help to get pregnant. That idea had gone over with Joshua as badly as her other suggestion that they look into adoption. To seek help would to be to admit he was somewhat less of a man in his eyes. It hadn't mattered how many times she told him that he was being ridiculous.

It had gotten to the point where Joshua barely touched her anymore. Except of course on those days when she was stood the best chance of conceiving. Then he would climb on top of her and pump away for a few minutes until he emptied himself into her. Days latter, when it began apparent that it had been a wasted effort, he would go once again into a sullen state. -- until the next time.

"Bernadette, do you know what you're asking?" Karyn said.

"Oh yes, I know." the blond replied.

Karyn looked into her lovers eyes and saw a mixture of lust and desperation. Despite the sexual release she got from her frequent trysts with Karyn, Bernadette really hadn't cut loose sexually in well over a year. A few times, Karyn had offered to set something up for her. An encounter similar to those she enjoyed. Each time the thirty six year old adamantly refused. The fear that someone would find out later or that the man would brag to someone about bedding the minister's wife was greater than her need to be laid.

Since Michael was going to be gone in a few days, there was little chance of that. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more her thinking paralleled Bernadette's. She could certainly use the experience and it wasn't like it was going to hurt Michael. After all, she had invited Bernadette over tonight in the expectation that her nephew would be shacked up with Cindy Stanton most of the night, fucking her brains out.

"All right, Bernadette," Karyn said as she reached down and picked up her dress off the coffee table. "I'll leave the two of you alone and whatever happens, happens."

With that, the younger woman's face lit up. It was a sight Karyn had seen much too rarely. She hoped she was making the right decision. Slipping the dress over her body, she stood up and called Michael back into the room.

Michael waited a few moments to respond to his Aunt's call. He still couldn't get the image of the two women out of his mind. It didn't take a glance down to his crotch to know his dick was long and hard, and was going to stay that way until he was able to jerk off. When Karyn called him a second time he headed back in to the living room and hope neither of them noticed.

The young man was a little disappointed to find that his Aunt had finally covered herself up. He would've liked one more look at those huge breasts. Mrs. McKenzie was still sitting on the edge of the couch and Michael was now sure that she was staring at his hard on. Only this time, however, he didn't feel as embarrassed. In fact, he felt kind of proud.

"Michael dear, I'm not going to try and explain what was going on here tonight," his Aunt said in a calm voice. "You're old enough to realize that there are many different kinds of relationships, and I trust you enough to know that you'll never mention this to anyone else."

"Of course Karyn." he quickly replied, surprising himself at how much he meant that.

Suffering his Aunt's disapproval would be harder for him than keeping the secret.

"Good." Karyn simply answered, a slight smile on the corners of her mouth. "Then that takes care of that."

A wave of relief swept over Michael. It was an awkward situation and he was glad that it was suddenly over.

"Can I go up to my room now?" he asked, wanting to run into the bathroom and take care of his now aching member.

"In a few minutes." Karyn said. "But first Mrs. McKenzie would like to talk to you for a few minutes if you don't mind?"

"Of course not." Michael answered, wondering what that was all about. If he was Mrs. McKenzie, he'd want to get out of here as fast as he could.

"Thank you." Karyn said. "So the two of you have a nice private chat and I'll be out in the kitchen cleaning up if you need anything."

As he watched his Aunt retrace his steps into the kitchen, Michael wondered why she had stressed the word 'private'. Or had that only been his imagination running wild again?

"Sit down, Michael." Bernadette McKenzie said as she indicated the empty cushion next to her. It was the first thing he had heard her say since her almost hysterical omigods a little while before.

He sat there for a few silent moments, trying hard not to look at her. It was impossible for him not to be aware that she was still naked underneath the small blouse draped around her shoulders. It hadn't helped matters any that she had loosened her grip on the blouse, letting it open enough to give a fairly decent view of her cleavage.

"You must think me a truly horrible woman if you can't even look at me," she said in a soft voice.

Michael turned and looked at her, realizing immediately that turning to the right had been a mistake. Bernadette had once again shifted position, her blouse now hanging fully open and her small rounded mounds exposed to the world, or at least one oversexed young man.

"I don't think you're horrible," Michael managed to say, his eyes never leaving her breasts.

Bernadette smiled now that she had his full attention. He'd spent so much effort trying to see Karyn's breasts when he'd walked in on them, he'd barely noticed hers. Now he had to appreciate the fact that they were beautiful in their own right.

"That's good," Bernadette said, continuing her smile. "For reasons you might not understand, that's important to me."

Thinking that was that, Michael began to get up. Only to be restrained by the soft touch of Bernadette's hand.

"You know you took Karyn and I quite by surprise," she continued, as if sitting here naked with a young man was the most natural thing in the world. "We really expected you to be out most of the evening with Cindy Stanton."

"She changed her plans," he said, a sense of sadness in his tone.

"Poor baby," Bernadette replied. "What happened?"

For a reason he didn't quite know why, Michael told her exactly what happened.

"Oh, that must've been Bobby Lee," Bernadette said as Michael described the young man he'd seen in the living room of Cindy's house. "He and Cindy have been going out, on and off, since Junior High School."

'Figures," Michael said.

"And she was so inconsiderate as to make you go all the way over there, just to tell you that it was over between the two of you?"

"Yeah," he muttered.

"My word, that girl can be such a cock-teaser!" Bernadette exclaimed.

Michael was shocked hearing a statement like that from Mrs. McKenzie. Even after seeing her with his Aunt, it still was hard to imagine her talking like that.

"That's what she is, isn't she?" Bernadette asked.

Michael nodded in agreement.

"Why don't look so shocked," she smiled once again. "It's not like I was born a minister's wife. I'll have you know there was a time when I was well aware of how a pretty young woman could draw young men like flies to honey. And I was even aware how easily it was to get them worked up. Some of my girlfriends used to even brag about how they sent their boyfriends home with a case of 'blueballs.', that's the term isn't it?"

Michael again nodded.

"That's what Cindy did to you, isn't it?' Bernadette asked as she looked down at the still large bulge in Michael's slacks. "It's not right for a girl to get a young man all excited and then leave him cold, is it?" she further asked.

Unsure what to answer, Michael remained silent. Then he almost jumped off the couch in even greater surprise when he felt Bernadette's small hand come to rest on his cloth covered cock.

"And I'm sure walking in here and finding me and your Aunt Karyn on the couch didn't help matters either," she went on as she ran her fingers up and down the length of his cock, taking it's measure. "So I guess part of this is my fault."

Still dumbstruck, Michel exhaled loudly.

"You know, I've often wondered," Bernadette said as she cupped her hand around his young manhood, assessing a thickness to go with her previous measurement. "Does it hurt when your cock gets so hard, stuck as it is in all that tight clothing?"

"A little.." Michael said, not being able to really believe he wasn't dreaming all this.

"Well then we should let the poor dear free!" Bernadette exclaimed.

In a quick motion, nimble hands pulled down the zipper of his pants and reached in to take hold of his enlarged member. A second movement brought it out in the warm night air.

"My, that's a cock to be proud of!" Bernadette said in admiration.

Michael knew from the secret comparison that most guys did in the showers back in high school, that his cock was of average size. Still, hearing this older, more experienced woman praise it sent a warm rush through him.

"Now that we've freed this neglected baby, we really should do something about relieving the other pressure behind it," Bernadette said as her fingers closed around the base of his cock and began to slowly pump it up and down.

"Oh yeah!" Michael moaned as her soft touch glided against his skin. "That feels nice."

"I knew it would," Bernadette grinned.

Michael suddenly realized the reality of the situation and looked to the kitchen door. Behind which sat his Aunt less than twenty feet away.

"Oh don't worry about your Aunt," Bernadette said, seeing his gaze shift to the door. "She did say she was going to give us some privacy, didn't she?"

Before Michael could consider the fact that his Aunt had expected this to happen when she'd left them alone, Bernadette let her other hand cradle his balls and began to stroke them as well. He looked down, just as the blond haired woman bent over and guided his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Michael gasped as he felt the soft wetness engulf his cock.

Bernadette wasted no time as she let his cock slide in and out of her mouth. Her tongue slid back and forth as she moved, savoring the small discharge of pre-cum that had been oozing out of his manhood. It had been so long since she'd had a cock in her mouth, ever since the day Joshua had decided that it was a waste of his seed. She couldn't wait to have Michael explode into her mouth so she could swallow every drop.