Loving Aunt Linda

Deep in debt, Gabe needed a cheap place to live, and living with his lovely aunt who was long estranged from his family seemed the perfect solution. He had no idea just how perfect it would be.

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Linda. My Aunt Linda, I made myself to remember, rolled off the bed, and smiled happily at me. “I’m going to go freshen up. Come see me in my room when you’re ready.” I watched her lovely naked form as she gathered up her clothes, folding the blue dress over her arm. Her body was all natural and so very womanly. She was beautiful.

As soon as she left the room, I rolled over and pushed my face into the pillow. I’d just had sex with my mother’s sister. If this ever got back to my family, it would destroy my mother. I had come here to help fix mistakes and here I was, making all new ones. It took me a while to come to grips with it. The damage was done, and damn it, I knew in my heart that I would do it again. There was no going back.

I tossed on a pair of shorts and walked to Linda’s bedroom door, which was open to me for the first time. Ordinarily, she kept it closed. I knocked on the door and stepped through. It was a good-sized room. A king-size bed with a bedside table on either side. A dresser with a mirror, all matched pieces. Very high-end.

My jaw hit the floor when I saw Linda step from her bathroom. Her hair was loose, hung to her shoulders, and her make-up had been freshened. Her dark eye shadow gave her a smoky, seductive look. She wore a black open-cup shelf bra, matching black panties with tall black strap high heels. She smiled and posed in the bathroom doorway.

“You like?” she purred at me. I could only nod in amazement. “You took less time than I thought to wrap your brain around this. Are you okay?”

I looked at her. I couldn’t help but stare at every iota of detail. The mole on her thigh, the slight paunch that was becoming obvious, the bumps on her areola. The smile on her face.

“Linda, we can’t do this. We’re … family. Blood related.” I replied, trembling with anxiety. She just waved the thought away.

“Pfft. We’re just two people. We’re not getting married or having a couple of kids. Just two consenting adults who are going to have a lot of amazing sex.”

I saw her point. To me, she was just an amazingly sexy woman and seeing her dressed as she was, felt my pulse race. “If my mother finds out …” I began, but she was shaking her head.

“The moment you walked into my home, whether or not we had touched each other, your mother would never believe we didn’t have sex,” she said matter-of-factly. “So, if she’s gonna believe it anyway, you may as well get laid, right?”

Linda walked up to me in that leg-over-leg way and my mind blanked for a moment. She was in full seduction mode and dressed for it.

“I’m a slut, Gabe. I think about sex constantly. I can’t help it.” She reached down into her bedside table drawer and pulled out a leather collar. I could see a variety of other sex toys in the drawer.

She offered me the collar. “Put this around my neck and I’ll be your slut for as long as you want me to be. I’ll do whatever you want, whenever you want.”