2 Parirs of Boobs

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All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older, and everything depicted is entirely fictional, created solely for entertainment purposes. It does not reflect or promote real-life actions. I am not a native English speaker, so please bear with me if you notice small mistakes. If you’re here for some hot, steamy content, then this story is for you.

 

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Chapter 1

"She's getting a divorce," my mother said.

"It's gone wrong for her with your Uncle Mike. Be careful what you say. Don't upset her ... All right?"

I gave a half-shrug. "'Course," I said.

My mother looked at me, brow furrowed, arms crossed, her whole attitude about how I might blurt something insensitive to her sister. In a careful, suspicious tone, she said, "Promise, Thomas?"

It was serious when she used my full first name. Other times, I was Tom or Tommy, but when she meant it, when it was serious to her, I was Thomas.

"Yes," I said, close to snapping it out. My mother's constant worrying about tiny details could be wearing at times, and, not that I was unsympathetic towards Aunt Marion's predicament, I had my own problems to deal with. Exams and girls were uppermost in my mind that August morning in 1978.

My mother's face relaxed. "Good," she sighed with a quick shake of her head. Then, bustling about the kitchen in her search for purse, cigarettes, lighter, and keys, my mother added, "You'll be home early, won't you?"

I nodded. "Yeah. One exam today."

"Then she'll be here when you get back this afternoon. I'll be home about half-five." Pausing, my mother fixed me with a stern look. "Make sure you don't say anything stupid, Tom. You know," she breathed, expression forlorn, "just be kind to your aunty."

"Yeah, right," I said, my mind moving towards that morning's exam. My insides flipped at the thought of it, family problems displaced.

With her essentials in her handbag, my mother moved in close. "Good luck," she said, pulling me in for a hug.

"Thanks," I replied, suddenly grateful for her concern.

My mother broke away and grabbed her bag. "God, I'll be late," she gasped.

Then she was gone, leaving me to my own quick morning routine in which I slurped cereal, brushed my teeth, and, in that pivotal time of life, worried about the forthcoming exam.

I left the house and made my way to the college along the usual route. I met with the lads, the small clique I'd grown up with. Our banter and horseplay were more subdued that morning. We had bigger things on our minds. Or at least a few of us did. I had concerns for my future, plans to fulfil, and was determined to do well in my exams. Not all my peers were of the same mind, but I had always been a diligent student. I wanted to get on with a good education so I could get a good job. I had ideas about engineering, maybe abroad, away from what I thought of as dreary old England, although, being August, the morning was already promising another glorious day of sunshine.

The exam didn't pose any problems for me, so, light in heart and tread, after a laugh and a joke with the lads, I went home for something to eat, and it wasn't until I walked around the side of the house to the back door that I remembered Aunt Marion was coming to stay.

In fact, as it happened, I hadn't remembered, the reminder came in her physical form as she lay on a towel she'd placed on the lawn in the back garden. It was the sight of acres of skin and her two-piece bikini that brought it all home.

As I walked around the corner of the house, my aunt sat up. She shaded her eyes with a salute, looking at me through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. "Hiya, Tommy," Aunt Marion trilled. "Your mum said you had an exam - how did it go?"

Surprised by her presence, I didn't reply at first, my attention focused on the arresting sight of my aunt's sizeable breasts.

"Uh, yeah, I'm confident about it," I managed to say.

After I said it, I recognised the catch in my tone. I'd been gawking at Aunt Marion's breasts, the orbs large and full and rounded, their aesthetic appeal tugging my vitals in a way that brought lust up into my throat as my cock thickened and grew. At the same time, when I dragged my attention to my aunt's face, I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. It was obvious to me from the smirk on her face that my aunt knew exactly what effect her body had on a horny young man thrumming with hormones.

The fire in my cheeks burned hotter when my aunt asked, "What's up, Tommy? Are you all right?"

I struggled against the wild impulse to yank down my aunt's bikini bra, desire a hot tide. Instead, embarrassed, I gurgled out, "Uh, yeah, just glad that exam's over."

With the knowing smirk still fixed to her lips, Aunt Marion nodded. "Many more to do?"

I couldn't help it. My eyes went back to her tits. "Oh, just English lit and history," I heard myself mumble. My voice came through vague and indistinct, my focus absorbed by my aunt's boobs.

"Just the two to go, then?"

"Yeah," I breathed.

"You know I'm staying for a few days?"

I looked up to her face when she said it. "Yes," I said. "Mum told me."

My aunt's hand dropped from where she'd been shielding her eyes. She asked, "Did she tell you why?"

The surge of lust had started to cool. I was more in control. "A bit," I said. "Something about things between you and Uncle Mike."

My aunt didn't clarify the details. She just kept the dark lenses aimed at me as she leaned back to rest on straight arms, palms behind her on the towel.

"Got a girlfriend, Tommy?"

Another form of embarrassment flushed my face as I shook my head. "No, not right now."

As I watched, my aunt's mouth shifted into an expression of what looked to be surprise. "No? Really? A good-looking lad like you?"

I had an impression my aunt was teasing me, a response which only served to make me feel more awkward. "Exams," I said, knowing how weak it was.

My aunt nodded. "Clever," she said. "Focus on the exams. You don't need a girl distracting you at such an important time, eh, Tom?"

The twin distractions inside her bikini bra became the sole focus of my attention again. "No," I said. "Exams are important."

"But you like girls?" Aunt Marion asked.

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Chapter 2

With sensations swirling down in the pit of my stomach, and acutely aware of my hard-on straining inside my trousers, I gulped down against the dark urges rising within. "Yeah. 'Course," I said.

A pause followed, the sunglasses masking Aunt Marion's eyes while her ripe, voluptuous curves caused all manner of wildness inside me.

Then, after the pause in which time stretched elastic, the atmosphere between my aunt and me felt suddenly charged. That abrupt shift came about because her boobs were swaying as she shifted her rump on the towel. Aunt Marion looked at me and said, "I was wondering, Tommy ... Well," she added after another pause. "If you think I'm attractive. I mean," my aunt quickly went on, "if I wasn't your aunt or anything ... You know, would you fancy me, Tommy?"

I think my answer took us both by surprise. I wasn't planning on saying it, the words rising from me unbidden while the candour in my statement made my aunt's eyes go wide behind the glasses. On a croak, reckless with yearning and the need to masturbate, I heard myself mutter, "I think you're lovely, Aunt Marion."

Recovering quickly, my aunt smiled and said, "That's nice to hear, Tommy."

Stunned by my admission and confused by my body's near-overwhelming response, I swallowed heavily, thoughts of my bedroom and a hot, urgent, and much-needed masturbatory fantasy barging into my head.

"Uhm, I didn't mean it to sound like it did," I said, choking the words.

My aunt pouted, brow corrugating into a frown as she asked, "Oh, then how did you mean it to sound? I took it as a compliment. What's wrong? Am I too chubby or something?"

Appalled at what I thought was a misunderstanding, but which I now realise was my aunt playing her game, I experienced a slide of anxiety down in my stomach. "No, I meant it, Aunt Marion. I do think you're lovely. I just didn't mean it to sound ... Uhm," I said, pausing as I grasped for the words. "I just didn't mean it to sound like it was sexy."

"I'm lovely but not sexy?"

In my naivety, I had the idea that the bitch was toying with me. I didn't have a clue I was a source of amusement.

"You're both!" I blurted, desperate for her to understand. "But you're my aunt ... You know?"

"I'm forty-four, Tommy," murmured my aunt.

There was no trace of amusement when she said it, her tone and serious face conveying a quick shift towards what would be seriousness.

Not knowing how to respond to the random mention of her age, I gawked and shrugged one shoulder.

"I'm just saying," my aunt went on. "I must seem ancient to you. You're probably used to pretty girls with tight little bodies. Your old aunt can't compete. I'm not as slim as I once was, you know. At my age..." My aunt paused and gave a half-shrug, chin tilting towards her chest as she surveyed her own frontage. "There's a bit of spare flesh. More boob and bottom than when I was your age."