It Runs In the Family

The woman of my family are big. Not big like fat, big as in tall with big thighs, big hips, big butts and giant tits. And they were all going to be meeting in one place to plan for my mothers baby shower. They were all coming to our house in Pennsylvania. The list of women was long: My mother, my two sisters, my aunt Jenny who lived in our neighboorhood, my aunt Meridith who was a widow from Washington, my aunt Kris who never got divorced and lived in South Carolina, my aunt Sarah who never got married from Maine, and my aunt Erica from a county away. In addition Meridith was bringing her 15 year old daughter, Rachel, and Erica was bring her 18 year old, Lauren. Rachel, Meridith, Kris and Sarah were staying at a hotel, because our house was barely large enough to fit the 4 people that lived in it.

On the day my aunts arrived my mom told me I should go to the Hotel with the four who were staying there because I didn’t spend enough time with them and plus, her Jenny and Erica would just be talking about boring things anyway. I agreed to go. I hated my aunt Meridith and aunt Kris, but Sarah was a incredibly nice woman even if she was a bit quite an ecentric, always reading a book. Even Rachel was fun to hang out with even though her mom was a monster.

Once I got there, me and Rachel explored the hotel and just hung out and talked, but eventually Meridith and Kris went out to get some lunch and visit my mom and said Rachel had to go with them, so I went to see my aunt Sarah. Even if she was a little weird, I loved her.

“Hi Aunt Sarah,” I said when she opened the door.

“Hello Matt. Come in. How are you?” she said with a smile. She was wearing a dark red sweater was tight over her tits and some black slacks that hugged her hips and thighs. She wore glasses too. She reminded me of a teacher.

“I’m ok, I’m preety sore. I’ve been outside for the past 2 days because of the nice weather, and I’m beat. I slept poorly last night too and my back hurts, but you know, nothing that’s too bad…how about you?”

“I’m good. Thanks for asking. You’re back hurts though?”

“Yeah, it’s a little stiff.”

“Would you like a back rub?”

I didn’t know how to answer. What an odd question, to come from Aunt Sarah of all people. I decided I didn’t want to be rude, plus, it was a rare occasion that I got a massage, so I agreed.

“Go lie on the bed,” she told me. I did so after I took off my shirt. She set the book she was reading down on the night stand and sat next to me. She started rubbing my back, but stopped in a few seconds.

“This is no good,” she said. “Hang on a sec.” I felt her climb atop me and straddle be down a little below my butt.