His Hot Aunt
James looked up when the flight attendant asked him to bring his seat to an upright position as the plane was getting ready to land. The handsome youth complied, removing his ear buds and putting them in his pocket. He looked out the window to a familiar sight; the California coast on a bright Monday afternoon. It had been late August the previous year when he left for MIT but now he was going to be home again for the summer. Well, almost home. His parents had decided to remodel their entire Huntington Beach house while they took a month long vacation in Europe, visiting his father's Scottish family and friends. They had asked him if he would like to join them but James wanted to enjoy some time at the beach and catch up with his friends. With his home in disrepair, though, James was going to be spending the summer with his aunt Lisa.
Lisa was the youngest of five siblings on his mother's side of the family, whose parents immigrated from Japan in the 1950's. Unlike James' mom Laura, who was a corporate attorney, Lisa was a free spirit. She went to school to study art with an emphasis on photography. This made Lisa the black sheep of her family since all her siblings were doctors, engineers, or lawyers. She lived with James' parents for the first six years of his life because her own parents couldn't handle her. He knew how strict and traditional his grandparents were so it was no surprise his aunt would be a problem child. James had always gotten along well with Lisa and didn't mind too much having to spend a good portion of the summer with her.
James shouldered his backpack and disembarked the plane, heading for the baggage claim area. He was a unique mixture of Scottish and Japanese genes. His height he inherited from his dad, just under six feet with broad shoulders and a lean build. From his mother's side he received jet-black hair and finer facial features common with Asians. The combination made for a very handsome young man as many girls he's dated will attest.
Those same ladies should thank his aunt for the enhanced 'birds and bees' education that she had given James. His father covered the basics, but she gave him more of an 'in-depth' understanding of how a woman's anatomy worked, allowing him to be very skilled right out of the gate. He and his aunt never had sex or even touched each other inappropriately but Lisa showed him - using her own body while he watched - what and where to touch on a woman and how to touch to bring her the utmost pleasure possible.
The baggage carousel began to turn, followed shortly by bags sliding down the shoot for passengers to claim. With his attention focused on the dropping bags, James didn't notice the tiny Asian woman coming up behind him. Although Lisa hadn't seen her nephew in over a year, there was no mistaking the young man before her as anyone other than family. She had been like a second mother to him in his childhood and always made sure to see him on his birthday if nothing else. Lisa held a special place in her heart for James because he never talked down to her, like some of her other nieces and nephews. He always made her feel welcome whenever she was around.
"Jimmy!" she cried as she wrapped her arms around him from behind making him jump. She was the only one who ever called him Jimmy.
"Holy shit, Aunt Lisa, you scared the crap outta me!"
"Sorry, I couldn't resist. And can we please drop the 'Aunt Lisa' thing? It makes me feel old," she stated turning him to face her.
James got his first good look at his aunt since last Easter when she was over at his parents' house. She had made some changes in her appearance between then and now. Lisa was shorter than his mom by a couple inches, putting her around 5'-2" when she wasn't wearing her typical platform heels. Her long black hair still fell to her waist but now the bottom three inches were dyed neon-blue. She was also curvier than Laura, but was very well proportioned. Her C-cup breasts stood out proud in the tight cotton tank-top. Her thigh-length skirt showed off her toned legs as she perched on 6" platform sandals. Her makeup was bright with red and pink on her eye lids and black eye liner drawing back toward her temples. Lisa may have been 31 but her youthful appearance and bubbly personality never gave away that fact. James couldn't help but consider his aunt a hottie. His body was letting him know that fact by raising a bulge in his jeans which he hoped she hadn't notice.
"So what I'm I supposed to call you? You ARE my aunt after all," James questioned as he reached for one of his bags on the carousel.
"Just call me Lisa like everyone else and we won't have a problem."
"I just thought that would be a little disrespectful. You are my elder and I'm supposed to be-"
"Nonsense! I'm anything but traditional; you should know that by now. And like I said the whole aunt thing makes me feel old."
"But you are older than me," he responded with a grin, while retrieving his last bag.
"Only twelve years. I'm not even old enough to be your mother," playfully punching him in the arm.
Lisa took the backpack from his shoulder as he reached for his luggage then motioned him to follow her to the parking structure. They rode the elevator to the top level. When the doors opened, James began looking for the beat up VW van she'd been driving ever since she got her license. Lisa suddenly stopped behind a BMW convertible and popped the trunk for him. The blue M4 was a big jump from that old van.
"This doesn't look like that beater van you've been driving for as long as I can remember?" James said as he loaded his bags and closed the trunk.
"A lot of things have changed since you last saw me," she replied with a smile as she started the car and lowered the top.
Lisa left the airport and headed for the coast highway. Turning south she raced down the road like a teenager who had just gotten the keys to their parents' car for the first time. The pair made idle chatter on the way toward Lisa's home. When she drove past the street James remembered her living off, she smiled at the nineteen year old and kept driving. Obviously she no longer lived in that tiny condo in Newport Beach. They continued south until entering Laguna Beach where Lisa turned to her youthful passenger with a smile.
"Do you mind if we make a quick stop before I take you to my place? It won't take long."
"Sure, no problem. You're driving," James replied with a smile of his own.
He enjoyed the ride down the coast with his beautiful aunt. He especially liked how her skirt fluttered in the open air of the convertible, threatening to show off her panties to him. He knew it was wrong to look but he couldn't help it, she was just so sexy. Fortunately his dark sunglasses hid his downward glances whenever he looked her way (or so he hoped). The car came to a stop in front of one of the many galleries lining Coast Highway as it wound through Laguna. Lisa hopped out motioning for James to follow. She stopped right in front of the main entrance.
"Well...what do ya think?" she asked spreading her arms wide.
"It's a gallery...So?"James was puzzled.
"It's not just a gallery, it's MY gallery!" pointing at her name on the sign.
His mouth hung open as he looked from his aunt to the sign with her name under it then back to his aunt. He lunged forward, picking her up in his arms and spinning her around.
"You finally did it!" he exclaimed, "You have a gallery of your own. How did you manage it? It has to be expensive having a gallery down here."
"Slow down, I'll explain later. Let's go in so I can show you around," she giggled as he set her on the ground once more.
It wasn't a huge place but it had a nice frontage. The twenty-foot-by-forty-foot space had several wall panels displaying many pictures, paintings, sculptures and other pieces of art. Some of the photographs James recognized as his aunt’s work and he was proud to see she had made her dream of having a gallery come true. He followed Lisa to the back where there was a young woman behind a desk, speaking to someone on the phone.
"Yeah, can I call you right back? She just walked in...Sure twenty minutes, bye."
"Jimmy...this is Sandy. She helps me run the place," Lisa gestured to the young woman.
"Nice to meet you. Lisa's talked a lot about you," the woman extended her hand as she stepped from behind the desk.
Sandy was tall and lean, standing eye level with James in her three inch pumps. Her hair was short; sporting what best could be described as a modernized 'Dorothy Hamill' cut. She wore a white silk blouse, a tan pencil skirt that matched her heels and sheer nude pantyhose. James was surprised by such a young woman in nylons these days but he loved seeing women in pantyhose and thusly enjoyed the view. Sandy had small breasts but he could see her nipples poking into the delicate material of her blouse. Either she wasn't wearing a bra or it was very thin as well.
James took her hand and gave it a light shake, "Nice to meet you, too."
"Why don't you take a look around while I have a quick chat with Sandy," Lisa said and turned to her assistant before James could answer.
He turned and walked toward one of the framed works he didn't recognize and gave it the once over. It was a picture of a woman wearing a traditional pearl diver outfit, sitting on the gunwale of a boat, looking out to sea at an ominous storm cloud. James knew Lisa had been a world traveler on a shoestring budget for many years as she pursued her love of art and photography; this must have been one she took while in Asia. He was about to move on when he heard the two women talking.
"God he's cute," Sandy whispered, eyeing James lustfully.
"That's my nephew you're drooling over," Lisa replied in a hushed voice, "Besides I don't think Nic would like you getting your panties all wet over another guy. You remember what happened last time?"
"OK...ok...But he's still cute."
"I know," Lisa agreed as they both giggled.
James had to move toward the front of the gallery or his aunt would figure out he was eavesdropping and possibly see the large bulge in his pants. He saw many more pictures with Lisa's name on them but there were others with unfamiliar names. He also noticed that all the paintings, sculptures and other things had different artist’s names on them. James wondered who they might be and how they were related to this gallery. As he was admiring a unique glass sculpture of a dolphin and mermaid, Lisa stepped up to his side.
"You like this one?" she asked.
"It's beautiful. How much is it?"
"I think that one is twenty two-"
"Twenty-two hundred dollars?"
"No, twenty-two thousand."
James took a step back.
Lisa laughed; taking him by the hand she led him to the car, "Ready to see my new place?"
He just nodded, still in awe of the huge price tag on that piece of art. They were only in the car for a couple minutes before Lisa pulled into the driveway of a moderately sized house on the slopes above Pacific Coast Highway. The three bedroom two bath home nestled into the hillside and had a narrow view of the ocean to the west. Lisa opened the door and James followed her in carrying his bags.
The living room had a sofa and love seat in earth-tone fabrics. There was a wrought-iron coffee table and matching end tables that had glass tops with small vases or sculptures decorating them. The kitchen was small but set up very efficient for the size of the house. James could tell it was completely upgraded with all new appliances. There was a breakfast bar and a nook with an oak table custom made for the space. The family room, right off the kitchen, was fully decked out including a 60" flat screen on the wall and high tech stereo system in a modern wood and glass media cabinet. The backyard wasn't big due to the slope of the lot but it was beautiful. It had two tiers covered with planters and pots filled with blooming flowers. The main one off the house was under a lattice patio cover with a barbeque, table and chairs. The lower tier held an enclosed gazebo hiding a large hot tub inside.
"This place is amazing," James said taking in all the details.
"Thanks, it's small, but it's mine, and I love it. Let me show you your room."
James followed Lisa down the hall to a door on the left. The room housed a queen sized bed, dresser, and two night stands. The closet had full mirrored-doors and spanned one whole wall. The one large window looked out onto the enclosed front courtyard. The blue and green colors of the paint and linens gave the room a cool, inviting feel. James set his bags on the bed and looked out at the view.
"This is great! It's almost as big as my room at home."
"So you think it'll do for the time you'll be staying with me?"
James took Lisa in his arms, holding her off the ground, "It's going to be great!"
He leaned in to kiss her cheek as she turned to reply to him and their lips met for a brief moment. Both pulled back and James lowered his aunt to the floor. Her groin brushed against his lingering hard-on that had yet to subside from the gallery. He was blushing and Lisa could tell he was embarrassed. She felt a strange tingle in her stomach and warmth growing between her legs. 'I'm getting turned on by my nephew,' she thought, hoping James didn't notice her rock hard nipples. He, too, was feeling uncomfortable as his now throbbing cock began to dampen his pants.
"Well...Ok...I'm gonna let you get settled," she stammered nervously as she backed into the hall, "Make yourself at home. Oh, my room is here at the end of the hall, and your bathroom is right there across the hall. I'm gonna change and then start dinner in about an hour, ok?" She pointed at each door in turn then quickly disappeared into her room, shutting the door behind her. Her heart was racing and she seemed short of breath. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she muttered to herself as she removed her skirt.
James was still standing where he had been when he set Lisa down. His mind was a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He had an epic hard-on and it was because of his aunt. He wanted to kiss her, fondle her...fuck her. 'STOP!' his rational mind screamed. Guilt crashed in on him like a tidal wave. 'What's wrong with me?' he thought, closing the door to his room.
He sat on the edge of the bed trying to sort out what was happening. James could tell Lisa was embarrassed by what had happened, but he saw how hard her nipples had become. 'Was she turned on too?' he wondered. That just fueled more erotic thoughts followed by more guilt and shame. He wanted to get unpacked but his nagging cock was too much of a distraction. He decided to head to the bathroom and relieve the pressure. As he opened the door to his room, he heard the water turn on in his aunt's bathroom.
Lisa had stripped off her clothes and tossed them on her large, four poster bed. She needed a shower to help wash away...what? The inappropriate thoughts? The guilt of getting turned on by her nephew? A shower couldn't do that but maybe, in her mind, the act of cleaning herself would help calm her down. She reached into the shower stall and turned on the water. Normally she would soak for an hour or so in the sunken tub but she didn't have time for that now, besides a bath was for the end of the day before climbing into bed. Lisa gathered her long mane into a jumbled pile on top of her head, before stepping under the cool flow and letting out a long satisfied moan.
James was sitting on the toilet, slowly stroking his thick member. He was picturing his aunt, on the other side of the wall with water flowing over her naked body. The image made him increase his speed, driving him toward an explosive finish, then he thought he heard a moan. The two bathrooms shared a common wall so he knew she was just a few feet away from where he sat. He froze. 'Did she just moan?' He listened closely for a few moments, afraid she might hear what he was doing. He was about to continue when the sound of the shower changed. It went from a steady stream to a pulsating sound.
Lisa let the cool water roll down her body. She massaged her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. She wasn't sure if they were still hard from arousal or the water cascading over them. She squeezed her breasts harder, twisting the sensitive nubs. A shiver ran down her spine and her pussy became very hot. 'Damn it! I got in here to cool down and now I'm worse off than I was!' she scolded herself as she reached for the shower wand. She turned it to the massage setting in preparation for what she had to do.
Lisa knew she had to relieve her tension or she'd be a wreck, especially around Jimmy. She held one breast up and aimed the pulsating jets at her tender nipple. Another moan escaped her lips. She moved it to her other boob, carefully circling her areola this time. She teased herself like this for a minute or two then targeted her neglected pussy. The powerful streams pummeled her aching clit, making her whimper. She moved the head to just the right angle and distance from her needy sex and let it work its magic as she had done many times in the past. The first thing that popped into her mind was Jimmy and his throbbing cock.
He thought he heard a second moan, quieter this time but he was sure he heard it. James resumed his stroking. He was all but positive his aunt was masturbating in the shower. He then heard the sound of the water go from splashing to a more muffled sound followed by a long groan. 'She IS masturbating!' he nearly said that out loud. Now he wondered what she was thinking about as she played with herself. 'Was it a boyfriend? A girlfriend?' He had a feeling Lisa was bi but had no real evidence to back up his speculation. 'Maybe she was thinking of Sandy? That would be hot,' the erotic images of his aunt and her assistant making love was really stoking his fire. He pumped his slick shaft faster as the porno playing in his mind got even more graphic. He could hear her moaning on the other side of the wall and wondered if she was about to cum as well.
Lisa sat on the low bench in the shower with the shower-wand resting on her thigh to keep the streams on target. Her hips made small thrusts as she drew ever closer to orgasm. She tried to think of anyone other than her nephew but he kept pushing his way back into her mind. She wanted to see his cock, to feel it in her hand, in her mouth. She wanted it in her pussy. That was the last straw. The thought of Jimmy's cock buried in her tight pussy sent her over the edge. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming but she couldn't stifle her blissful moans. Her hips bucked into the relentless, pulsating flow while she was consumed by pleasure. The tension finally began to leave and she sank back down onto the stone bench with one last sigh.
James could hear the soft moans of his aunt in the throes of orgasm and it was all he needed. The first of many pearly ropes splashed against the wall in front of him. He kept stroking his cock as long as the contractions in his groin continued. It was very hard for him not to moan but he managed not to give himself away. The remnants of his powerful load leaked from his cock and onto the floor at his feet. Panting and covered in sweat, he was going to need a shower now too. The water shut off in the next room and that brought him back to the present. He had to clean up this mess...fast.
Lisa dried off while looking at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. Her silky smooth skin was bronzed from lying out in her backyard, tanning. She admired her womanly curves, tracing them with her hands from her full breasts down to her flared hips. She turned sideways and inspected her firm round butt, giving it a slap. She was sexy and she knew it but did Jimmy see her that way? She couldn't help but wonder. Even if it was wrong, she wanted to know. Lisa unclipped her hair and put on a black silk kimono, tying the sash loosely at her narrow waist. She returned to the bathroom to hang her towel and touch up her makeup. After applying a bright pink lip stick, she puckered her lips and turned for her bedroom door.
"Let's see what Jimmy thinks of this outfit," she said as she opened her door.
She entered the hall and looking into his room. Jimmy wasn't there. She paused, and then she heard the shower in the guest bathroom turn on. 'He must need to relax from his long day of travel,' Lisa thought as she went to the kitchen to plan out dinner. She opened a bottle of wine and set herself to the task; anticipating the reaction of her handsome nephew to her skimpy outfit.
James jerked off again in the shower before getting himself cleaned up. He felt strange as he dried off. He felt shame for thinking of his aunt as a sexual object, while at the same time lusting for her as a sexual object. It was a serious conflict. He knew he shouldn't feel that way about Lisa but he couldn't help it.
He hadn't had sex in a long time do to the fact his classes consumed most of his free-time with studying and projects. James didn't even have a steady girlfriend for the same reason. The last time he got laid, he and some of his classmates went out celebrating after an extremely difficult physics exam, and he hooked up with a young lady at a club. She was cute and energetic in bed but there was nothing serious that was going to happening between them. She gave him her number afterward and said they should go out sometime. He wondered if Lisa would find her attractive. James stopped himself from going down that road and getting all worked up again, and tried to focus on what he was going to do while staying in Laguna.
Back in his room, James changed into shorts and a tank top and checked his phone for messages. He had texted his So. Cal. buddies that he'd be back in town, while waiting for his flight but hadn't heard back from them. His watch told him it was shortly before 6 pm local time but his body was feeling like it was later do to some jet-lag and getting up so early for his trip. He lay back on the cushy bed and drifted off to sleep.
The buzzing of his phone woke James from his nap. Mike - his best friend in high school - had texted him back about a get together planned for Saturday night. James' car was in another state so he hoped he could get one of his friends to pick him up or better yet find out where his parents had stored their cars before leaving on their trip. It was a sure thing they didn't leave them at home especially with his dad's brother doing the work on the house. He loved his uncle but he had experienced so many close calls while driving drunk that James' dad didn't want his brother crashing one of their vehicles while they were gone. James felt his stomach grumble and decided to find out what was for dinner. Rolling out of bed, he went looking for his aunt.
James stepped into the hall and saw the door to the third bedroom open. It was on the same side of the hall as the bathroom he used. Lisa had converted it to an office and was sitting at the desk typing on the computer with her back to him. Looking around, he saw a filing cabinet, a credenza, a book case, stacks of filing boxes, and a small recliner in the corner. The shelves on the walls had picture frames filled with photos of people and places along with souvenirs from all over the world. He noticed a picture, lying on the desk, of a ruggedly handsome man in his forties with his arm around Lisa, taken in some exotic location. She had a mischievous smile on her face in that shot. The picture looked as if it had been crumpled up then flattened out again. James was curious about this man. He knocked lightly on the door before entering.
"Mind if I ask what's for dinner?"
Startled, Lisa spun around in her chair. She then gave her nephew a big smile, "Hello sleepy head. I didn't want to disturb you while you napped so I came in here to do some work. I've got a salad in the fridge and some carne asada we can throw on the barbeque along with chips, salsa, and guacamole."
"Wow! That sounds great. I'm starving."
It was then James noticed his aunt's outfit. Her kimono had sagged open at the top and he got a good look at the majority of her right breast. Her nipple was still covered but he did see it was poking at the silky material. His eyes drifted down and the very top of her inner thighs were exposed. If she had opened her legs even slightly, he would have been looking at her naked pussy. Lisa could tell her attire was having an effect on the young man before her, but didn't want to go too far over the line too quickly. She turned back to her monitor.
"Why don't you go fire up the grill and let me finish here. The meat is on the top shelf in the fridge. Help yourself to a beer if you want, just don't get drunk. Your mom will kill me if she finds out I let you drink while you were here."
"No problem," he replied with a chuckle, "I won't say a word about what happens here."
She suddenly wondered how much would happen that wouldn't go any farther than the two of them. Lisa had a devilish smile on her face as Jimmy went to light the barbeque. Fortunately she had her back to him so he didn't see it.
Lisa kept the dinner conversation focused on James. How school was, what he did for fun, was he dating anyone? She wanted to hear everything her nephew was up to. He did his best to fill her in on all that was going on in his life at college and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all telling her anything and everything, including his dating status. She seemed surprised he didn't have a girlfriend but didn't make him feel awkward about it. He then remembered the text from Mike and switched gears.
"I forgot to tell you, Mike texted me about a party he's having Saturday and I was wondering if you knew what my parents did with their cars?"
"I have your mom's Mercedes and your dad's Jeep in my garage. Your dad's Porsche is at the dealership in storage. They said you could use the Jeep while you were home. The keys are on the hook by the door," she pointed to the door leading to the garage and a rack of keys hanging nearby.
"Cool, I didn't want to have to bug you for a ride every time I wanted to go somewhere."
"You know I'd be happy to take you anyplace you wanted to go," she replied leaning forward and taking his hand.
Her touch was electric. James felt a tremor roll through him. Her eyes were fixed on his and she had a naughty smile on her face. 'Is she flirting with me?' he wondered. He remembered that same smile from the picture on her desk.
"Who's that guy in the picture on your desk?" he asked.
"What picture?"
"The one that's all wrinkled."
"Oh...That one," Lisa sat back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest, protectively.
"Is there something wrong?" James was concerned he'd opened an old wound.
"That's Raymond Hicks. He's a big art dealer from New York I met in Australia when I was shooting down there," she replied, taking a big drink from her wine glass.
"Are you dating him?"
"We were. He helped me get my gallery started. Hooked me up with finance people, clients, artists, and even the realtor that helped me get this place," Lisa gulped her wine again, falling silent.
"So what happened? Did he cheat on you?"
"No...He's married with two kids back in New York," rising from her chair to open another bottle of wine, "I made the mistake of falling in love with him before I found out. To make matters worse, I find out that he has a girl like me in every place he has a gallery. L.A., Seattle, Dallas, Atlanta, Boston...I've lost count." She sat back down with her refilled glass and took another long draw on it as a tear ran down her cheek.
"I'm sorry I upset you by bringing him up, I didn't mean-"
"It's ok...you didn't know. I need to throw that picture away and get him out of my head," standing again, Lisa walked toward the hall leading to her room, "Would you mind cleaning up dinner for me?" She turned, not waiting for his answer and left the room.
"Sure...," James felt bad and seeing his aunt cry was disturbing to him because he'd never seen her cry before.
***
James awoke the next morning to sun streaming in his window. He hadn't slept well, feeling he was responsible for his aunt's pain the previous evening. Add to that the incestuous thoughts about her and it all had left his mind in turmoil. It was a slightly after 9 am, when he finally rolled out of bed. He put on his shorts and went to the bathroom. The house was quiet. Lisa had put a note for him on the bar before she left.
Jimmy,
Sorry I was such a downer last night. It wasn't your fault so don't blame yourself. I have a client meeting in San Diego today but I'll be home around 7:00 so if you're around, we can have dinner together. And I promise not to be a cry baby! Have fun today!
Lisa.
James made himself some breakfast and considered his options for the day. When he was finished with breakfast he put on his swim-suit and got a towel from the linen closet. A day at the beach was the plan. Maybe he'd meet a girl to take his mind off his aunt. He grabbed the keys to the Jeep and entered the garage. Hitting the garage door opener, he tossed his towel and his backpack into the vehicle.
James climbed in and started the engine when he noticed a surfboard hanging from the rafters. It was the one he loaned Lisa when he was in high school because she wanted to try surfing. He got out and pulled it down. It was dusty but still in good shape. He lowered the top on the Jeep and put the board in the back before heading out.
The drive up the coast was refreshing. James took his time driving to Huntington Beach, enjoying the scenery. He parked on one of the side streets south of the pier and hiked the rest of the way to the sand. It felt good being back in the town where he grew up. He was going to enjoy himself today.
***
Lisa arrived home sooner than she expected and found Jimmy in the driveway hosing off a surfboard. She waved as she pulled in next to where he was working. Jimmy turned off the water so he wouldn't splash her or her car. Lisa's eyes wondered over his body. He only had his trunks on so she got a good view of her lean nephew. That warm feeling began again between her legs before she had even gotten out of the car. He wasn't a ripped muscular guy but he did have nice definition, and with his handsome face, it was a panty dampening combination.
James watched his aunt as she stepped out of her car. She was dressed very differently from what he was accustomed to seeing her wear. She wore a short-sleeve collard dress which ended a couple inches above her knees. It was navy blue in color with red accents at the neck, waist, and hem. With that she had on sheer navy nylons and dark blue open-toed pumps with 4" heels. Lisa had her hair back in a tight pony tail and very conservative makeup. No wild colors or dramatic eye lines but she looked beautiful. His cock stirred in his loose fitting swim-suit. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"What're you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a woman dressed for work before?" Lisa asked seeing his fixed gaze.
Jimmy's eyes on her made her pussy wet, she didn't know why but she liked it. Exaggerating her steps toward him, like she was on a runway in Paris, she swayed her hips and made her boobs bounce. Her nylons hissed as her thighs rub together with each step. Jimmy was transfixed. She could see a bulge forming in his shorts the closer she got and that set her sex on fire. She was turning him on and that was turning her on more. Lisa continued past him to the front door, only looking back as she entered to see him still staring, open mouthed, at her.
"When you're done, come in and tell me all about your day," she smiled and gave him a wink before shutting the door.
James was no stranger to women dressed like Lisa. His mother wore suit coats and knee-length skirts every day for work, along with nylons, and heels. 'Maybe that's why I love seeing women in pantyhose,' he thought, but this was his aunt. She was a wild and crazy woman who usually wore bizarre colored nylons for shock value, not as formal work attire. He quickly finished what he was doing, closed the garage, and went into the house. Lisa was standing by the bar leafing through the mail he'd put there when he'd gotten home. His eyes went right to her ass, down to the floor and back up again before locking on her firm calves. His cock was now straining in his suit; there was no hiding it so he hurried past her toward his room to change.
"Is Chinese ok?" she asked looking over the top of the envelopes in her hand.
"What?" stopping in his tracks, he made the mistake of turning toward her and giving Lisa a profile of his stiff dick tenting his trunks.
"Is Chinese food ok for dinner? I know this great place that delivers."
"Yeah that's fine," he turned and headed for his room when he saw Lisa's eye on his crotch.
"What would you like," she asked trying to keep him in view, but he didn't stop.
"Anything you order will be great!" he called over his shoulder before closing the door to his room.
'God, I'm gonna have to break out the vibrator tonight,' she told herself as she located the restaurant's menu.
***
That's how the rest of the week went. James would get up, have breakfast, and hit the beach. His aunt would be gone in the morning and would either bring something home for dinner or make it herself. Both nephew and aunt would masturbate frequently when they were able and the sexual tension continued to rise between them. Thursday, James brought sandwiches to the gallery for Lisa and Sandy and joined them for lunch. That turned into him doing everything he could to hide his rampant cock stretching out his shorts. The two women seemed determined to keep him aroused. He got home that day and jerked off three times before Lisa arrived with dinner. He hoped he wouldn't be too worn out to meet Mike and a couple other friends for a mountain bike run off Ortega Highway in the morning.
Friday morning James woke with some serious morning wood and decided to relieve the pressure in his balls right then and there. He kicked off the covers and began slowly pumping his shaft with long, steady strokes. He gradually increased the tempo until he was feverishly jacking himself off. He was thinking of Lisa the whole time, wishing she was riding his cock like a maniac. Just then the door to his room opened and Lisa stepped in. James froze with his stiff cock in hand. She approached the bed wearing only her black robe.
"Don't stop baby, I want to see you cum," untying the sash at her waist and allowing her robe to fall open.
James was mortified that his aunt walked in on him but he was so turned on he resumed stroking his cock. She stood at the side of the bed, watching him masturbate, her eyes filled with lust and desire. Without warning she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips.
"Put it inside me. I've always wanted to feel your cock in my pussy," she purred.
He could see her bald pussy dripping with her juices just inches from the head of his cock. He angled it toward her and she positioned herself over his steely rod.
"I've wanted you for so long Jimmy," her voice sultry and low.
She lowered herself on his rigid dick, fully engulfing him in her warm wetness.
"OH GOD YES, LISA!" he shouted in lustful pleasure.
James' eye snapped open as cum exploded from his cock, splattering his chest and stomach. Lisa was nowhere to be seen. He had dreamt it all and now was covered in his own semen. With a long exhale, trying to calm himself, he pounded his fist into the mattress in frustration then reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand. He wiped off what he could and then went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Standing under the warm flow, he knew he had to hurry if he was going to meet his friends to go mountain biking. James never heard Lisa's car start up and pull out of the driveway.
***
She was running late that morning and hadn't left for work yet; hearing Jimmy call out her name in his room made Lisa jump. The tone in his voice and the accompanying grunts left no doubt in her mind he had jerked off to thoughts of his aunt. This was troubling to her. The idea of having sex with her nephew was a naughty fantasy, not something she was willing to actually pursue. She felt scared and aroused at the same time. Why couldn't she get the image of Jimmy fucking her out of her mind. It was one thing to masturbate about fucking a family member, it was a whole other thing to let it happen. Now it seemed both of them had the same thought in mind.
She had to get out of there before she was discovered and things got out of hand, she paused, ‘was that a pun?’. Lisa removed her heels and stood quietly, listening at her door. It was barely opened so she could peer into the hall. Jimmy's door opened and her heart skipped a beat. He was naked as he crossed the hall to the bathroom. She saw his cock - still hard after its thunderous release - swaying back and forth as he walked. Fortunately he closed the door and turned on the shower. Lisa waited to hear him get in, then quietly padded down the hall to make her escape.
The drive to the gallery was a blur as Lisa's heart raced the entire time. What was she to do now that her nephew was having the same thoughts about her as she was having about him? Crossing that line between fantasy and reality carried a heavy price. Would it be worth the guilt and shame to experience the pleasure of having the young man that filled her with such lust and desire? Neither of them would be the same once that genie was out of the bottle. ‘Would that really be that bad?’ a voice within her asked.
***
James got back to his aunt's place in the early evening. She wasn't home yet and he was glad because he was a mess. Dirt, sweat, and mud covered his clothes and pack. He had borrowed one of his friends’ bikes so at least he didn't have to clean that up too. He dusted off the best he could then went to take a shower. His body ached. It had been a long time since his last serious mountain bike ride and he was paying the price now. He decided a soak in the hot tube would help relieve the aches and pains.
With his swim-trunks on and a towel over his shoulder, James walked out onto the patio and down the dozen or so steps to the enclosed gazebo. It was fifteen feet square with a ten by ten above ground Jacuzzi in one corner. There were slatted shutters that could be opened to allow a view out. James removed the cover, turned on the heater and jets, then went back to the house for a beer. The automatic thermostat kept the water at a constant eighty degrees, and with the cover on, it didn't use much energy to maintain it at that temperature. Now that the heater was turned on, it would be only a matter of minutes for it to bring the water temp up to James' one hundred degree setting.
James returned with a cold beer and a bag of chips to find the Jacuzzi just starting to steam the air. He set the beer in one of the built-in holders on the side and eased himself into the bubbling pool. He sank in up to his neck with his head resting on a pad and let the hot swirling water wash away his pain.
Lisa arrived home to what appeared to be an empty house. The Jeep was in the garage but she couldn't find Jimmy. His bedroom door was open as was the bathroom. She could see a fresh pile of dirty clothes in the hamper but no Jimmy. She went to her room and removed her work clothes and put on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. When she passed by the window in her room, she noticed the door to the gazebo was open. 'Jimmy must be in there,' she thought.
For a moment she just stared at the open door, wondering if he was alone. And if so, would he want some company? The events of the morning came rushing back, causing Lisa to shiver. She wasn't sure if it was arousal or anxiety that made her quake but she could feel a familiar warmth filling her loins. It was time to test the waters. Before she even realized what she was doing, Lisa was naked, her hair in a bun, wrapping a large towel around herself.
James drained the last of his beer and set the bottle back in its holder. He sure could use another but he didn't want to make the walk to the fridge just yet, besides Lisa might get upset if he drank all the beer too quickly. Thinking of his aunt brought back the faded images from his dream. He was torn between the desire to make love to his aunt and how wrong it was to even consider doing that. His hand moved to his growing cock. He knew if he kept thinking of Lisa, he'd have to jerk off. As if on cue, Lisa appeared in the doorway to the gazebo with a towel wrapped around her body. Even though he was tired and the beer and warm water was relaxing him, James knew he wasn't dreaming this time.
"Mind if I join you?" she smiled.
"No...Not at all," sitting up straight.
"I have to warn you, I don't wear a bathing suit when I'm in here, so if that's going to be a problem-"
"NO...it's not...I mean it's your house...do whatever you normally do," he replied nervously.
"Are you sure it's ok? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."
James just nodded.
Lisa turned her back to him and removed the towel, setting it on the side of the Jacuzzi opposite of her nephew. James saw a Japanese character tattooed on her lower back in blue ink, 蓮 that was the kanji for 'lotus'. She sat on the edge of the pool then swung her legs around, into the water. Her right arm was covering most of her breasts and keeping her knees tightly together, she didn't flash her womanhood at her nephew. She slide under the surface up to her arm pits, placing both arms on the edge of the pool. Her breast bounced just below the surface of the turbulent water. Lisa was nervous and excited but managed to smile at the bewildered young man across from her. She could see he was just as nervous.
James couldn't believe his beautiful, sexy, and NAKED aunt was sitting in her Jacuzzi just a few feet away from him. He tried his best not to stare at her jiggling breasts but it was difficult. Her leg brushed his under the water, making him jump. She apologized and just kept smiling at him. He then realized his hand was still on his cock but now it was slowly stroking it.
"So how was your day?" she asked.
"Um...fine I guess."
"What did you do today?"
James knew it wasn't a tough question to answer but he had to be sure it didn't start with, 'I blew a big load dreaming about you fucking me, then woke up, and took a shower to clean up the cum I shot all over the place.' He cleared his throat.
"I went...mountain biking with Mike, Tom and Jason," he exhaled as if exhausted.
"Did you have a hard ride?"
Again James had to control his thoughts and not blurt out, 'Not as hard as I'm gonna ride you!'
"It was strenuous but I managed to keep up. I was a bit sore, that's why I'm sitting in here," sweat was running down his face. He needed to get out of the water for a few minutes but his tented trunks would be quite embarrassing.
"You look a bit hot. You should sit on the side for a few minutes," Lisa suggested.
"I'm all right," he replied with flushed cheeks.
Lisa could tell he was nervous about something and guessed he probably had an erection and didn't want to show it. She decided to help him out without embarrassing him.
"It is a bit hot in here. What did you set the temp at?"
"A hundred I think."
"Do you mind if I turn it down a little?"
He just shook his head. Lisa turned her back to him again as she rose out of the water to adjust the temperature. The controls were right behind her. She leaned over the side and turned the dial down to ninety two. Her ass was half way out of the water as she worked and James had a perfect view. She also opened the air vent to the jets all the way, allowing cool air to help lower the temperature more quickly. When she returned to her seat, she didn't cover her chest as before and James got another eye full of his aunt. He could feel the cooling taking place but he was still hot and he didn't think it was just from the water. It was the sexy woman sitting across from him that had his temperature elevated. Lisa rolled her shoulders a couple times then rocked her head side to side as if attempting to relieve some tension.
"Is everything all right?" he asked seeing his aunt's actions.
"I was sitting at the desk most of the day and that always makes my neck and shoulders sore," she paused for a moment to roll her shoulders again in hopes he'd offer to rub them, when he didn't she added, "Could you be a dear and massage them for me?"
"Ya...sure...ok," he stammered.
James sat up straight again as his aunt spun around and backed up toward him. She pushed his legs apart with her hands then sat on the bench with her ass pressed right against his stiff cock. He knew there was no way she didn't notice his condition but she did freak out or pull away. In fact, she lay back against his chest. James' hands were out of the water, about to go to work on her shoulders when he saw the top of her tits jiggling right in front of him. His hands were now shaking. He wanted to reach around and caress her bouncing boobs, fondle them, squeeze them but his palms landed on her shoulders and began working the tight muscles there. Lisa leaned forward again to make it easier for him to massage her, spreading her legs until her outer thighs touched his inner thighs while keeping her hands on her knees.
"OH God Jimmy that feels so good," she moaned bowing her head, "Harder...you won't hurt me."
If someone had been outside listening, they could've easily mistaken what was happening in that hot tub as something other than an innocent massage. James' cock was throbbing at the sound of her words and sensual moans. Lisa too was getting very aroused by what was happening. The feel of his strong hands on her shoulders and his twitching cock in the cleft of her ass had her pussy drenched. Her right hand left her knee and began to caress her swollen clit. She was gentle at first, not wanting to cum too fast. She wanted to savor the sensual feelings she was experiencing.
The phone on the wall buzzed. She felt Jimmy stop his firm kneading the second time it buzzed. Lisa let out a frustrated breath and looked at the annoying electronic device with hatred. She could see the gallery's number in the display and wondered why Sandy would be calling. Lisa rose from the water to answer the phone. She was standing naked at the side of the hot tub with her back to her nephew.
"Hello!" she answered, listening to Sandy in a panic on the other end.
James only got half the conversation but he could tell it was important.
"You sold the Henley? That's great!" Lisa exclaimed, "So what's the problem?...Pack it for shipping and I'll sign all the paperwork in the morning...Allen Trent is there right now?...No I haven't had dinner yet. I was going to make Jim-...Are you serious?...Ok, tell him I'll be there in about thirty minutes...I was relaxing in the hot tub so I'm not exactly dressed to go to dinner at the moment...Thanks Sandy...bye."
Lisa ended the call and reached for her towel. She began drying herself with little concern for her wide eyed nephew who was watching her intently. She wrapped the towel around her and faced Jimmy.
"You remember the sculpture you're looking at in the window the other day?" she asked.
James nodded, still wide eyed.
"Well a client just bought it and wants to pick it up tonight AND take me to dinner."
"Awesome!" James replied.
"You don't mind doing dinner alone tonight? I was planning on making us..." she trailed off.
"Don't worry about me, I'll order a pizza. Go enjoy a fancy dinner."
"You're a sweet heart," bending to kiss him on the cheek.
Lisa raced back to the house to get ready while James got out of the hot water and began drying himself. His throbbing cock demanded attention but he'd wait until Lisa was gone before taking care of it. He made his way back to the house and looked up a local Dominos on his phone. He kept his towel around his waist to help hide his arousal while his aunt was still home.
***
James was sitting on the couch in the family room watching TV when Lisa was ready to leave. She stood in front of him to see what he thought of her dinner attire. James was in awe. Lisa had put on a sleeveless turquoise leather mini dress that appeared to be painted on her skin. It was strapless as well and the hem barely made it to the middle of her thighs. Her legs were encased in sheer black nylon with blue snake skin pumps. Her hair was in a pony tail pulled tight and high on her head. She looked gorgeous. It was a good thing James still had his towel around his waist because his cock was trying to break free of its confinement.
"HOLY SHIT...You look amazing," he exclaimed.
"Thank you sweetie," she leaned in, kissing him on the cheek, "I've gotta go. I'll probably be back late so don't wait up."
Lisa opened the front door, nearly bowling over the pizza delivery boy on her way out.
"Jimmy...your pizza is here," she announced before rushing by the young man at the door.
James grabbed his wallet to pay for the pizza and was met by a young man still staring after his sexy aunt.
"What do I owe you?"
"Uh...$12.50 dude," the kid replied.
He pulled $15 from his wallet and handed it to the delivery guy, "Thanks man."
"Dude...Your girlfriend is smokin' hot!"
James chuckled and pulled another $5 from his wallet, adding it to the money he already gave the young man, for the compliment. The kid thanked him and left. James was amused that the delivery boy thought Lisa was his girlfriend. He only fantasized about that at the moment. He grabbed another beer and went back to his show, now that dinner had arrived.
***
It was shortly before ten when Lisa arrived home and she wasn't in a good mood.
"I can't believe that son of a...," she stormed by him and into her office.
James jumped to his feet, following his fuming aunt as far as the hallway. He could hear her in her office, mumbling obscenities and tearing something up. He peeked into the room in time to see her throw whatever she had shredded into the waist basket by her desk. She stomped back out and headed for the kitchen. James flattened himself against the wall as she passed then timidly followed her. In the kitchen, Lisa opened a large magnum of cabernet and nearly filled a glass with the deep red liquid. Placing the bottle down firmly on the counter she drank deeply from the glass. James saw the tears streaming down her face once the glass was removed from her lips. Her face was red with anger as she stared out into nothingness, her breath coming in raged gasps.
"FUCKING BASTARD!" she screamed smashing the near empty glass into the sink.
James ran to her as she reached for the open bottle of wine, preparing to smash it too. He grabbed the bottle in one hand, putting it out of her reach and pulled her to him with the other. She raged in his arms, screaming, crying and pounding on his chest. It was some minutes before she relented and broke down sobbing. James led her to the couch and sat her down. He sat next to her, holding his crying aunt. Her breathing slowed and James could see she was calming down.
"What happened Lisa? Did that guy you went to dinner with do something t
