John’s Little Family Affair

John waited until the house was quiet, then eased out of his sick bed
and drew on a pair of thin PJ bottoms. His sisters had gone off to
school and his mother had just left for work. With any luck, his sexy
Aunt Joy would still be sipping coffee in her super-short and sexy
terrycloth robe. With better luck, she’d be naked under that robe.

John eased down the stairs and saw her as he rounded the corner. He was
in luck. He smiled weakly as she looked up, then took feeble steps
toward the chair that might give him a good beaver shot. Like a death
camp survivor needing to sit, he pulled the chair out to place it at a
good viewing angle at the corner, a most impressive performance. Joy
said, “You can stop the act, now, John. She’s gone.”

John plopped down in the seat and smiled. “How’d you know?”

“I’ve been around. I was married for twelve years to a man who had
three boys. I raised all three through their teens. I know when I’m
being stalked for seduction.”

John reacted with feigned shock, started to defend his motives, then
smiled bashfully and said, “I guess I’m pretty obvious, huh?”

“I’ll give you credit. At least you came down with something on besides
a hardon.”

“I guess you think I’m pretty pathetic, don’t you?”

“Pathetic? Hardly. I’m quite impressed. You’re very good. You have
natural abilities. You know just how subtle to be, yet you get your
message across loud and clear. Women like that in a seduction. We hate
crude grabbers or foul-mouthed mashers, but we especially hate having
to guess at a man’s intent. Any sixteen-year-old with twenty-four
notches on his bedpost already knows that.”

“You know what those mean!”

“Of course I know. Your mother knows too.”

“MOM Knows?”

“Yes, and she brags about her stud son. She brags to me, anyway.”

“No kidding? Mom knows and she thinks it’s cool?”

“She wouldn’t let you keep carving up a three-hundred-dollar headboard
if she didn’t, now would she?”

“Wow! I wondered why she never said anything. Man, that is so weird.
Mom knows, huh?”

“Yes, but we’re both curious. Do you make a notch each time you get
laid, or each time you make a new score?”

“They each represent a new score. I don’t count the same girl twice. If
I did that, there wouldn’t be any headboard left.”

“She’ll be thrilled by that news. I said you counted fresh kills; she
said you were counting fucks.”

“Aunt Joy! I never thought I’d hear you say the ‘F’ word.”

“I didn’t say fuck, she said fuck. Weren’t you listening? I said that
she said you were counting fucks.”

“Wow, my mom said the ‘F’ word!”

“What’s this ‘F’ word shit? Can’t you say fuck? You came down here to
fuck me, but you can’t bring yourself to say the word in front of me?
You disappoint me, John.”

A deep flush swept over John. He sat up straight and said, “I’m not
afraid to say fuck in front of you. I’m just trying not to be crude.
I’m still trying to seduce you, or can’t you tell.”

“I see your erection. If you ask me, posturing your erection like that
is more crude than saying fuck.”

John slumped and crossed both hands over his hardon. He gave her a
sheepish smile and said, “Sorry. I guess that was pretty crude.”

“You’re good, John, but you have a lot to learn about seducing adult
women.”

“Oh yeah? Three of those notches are adult women, and one was fifty-
five.”

“Yes, and I’ll bet they all seduced you.”

“Well, not the last one. I went after her, and I got her by showing her
my hardon.”

“Do I know her?”

“You don’t know her, but you’ve seen her. She’s that blond across the
street.”

“Babs The-Boob? I’m impressed, but trust me, she seduced you. You just
didn’t know it. It’s like with me. I’ve been seducing you since I
arrived last month. You think you’ve been seducing me, don’t you?”

John grew a big smile as he said, “You’re trying to seduce me? Really?”

Joy casually untied her robe belt and sensuously let the robe fall from
her shoulders. She pulled the loose flaps away from her naked body,
then opened her legs, bit her lower lip, and stroked a painted nail
through glistening, wet, shaved, pussy lips, purring, “Yes, John. I am
seducing you.”

John’s eyes grew big as his face lit up. Before him sat a long-haired
brunette right from the centerfold of Hustler magazine. He yanked his
PJ’s down as he got to his feet, saying, “Fuckin’ ‘A’!”

John advanced, pumping his pre-cum weeping cock toward its target,
saying, “I knew you’d have a great bod, Aunt Joy. Man, what a pussy!
And tits! Fuck, man, those are what I call jugs. Those are the kind you
can fuck! Shit, man, this is great.” John moved between her legs in a
low squat as Joy pulled her lips apart to show him the target. John ran
his bulbous cockhead in the pink wetness before centering his dick at
her hole, saying, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you,
Aunt Joy.”

As soon as he went to drive his dick home, Joy straight-armed him with
a palm to his forehead. The force sent him back on his ass. With a look
of total shock and frustration, he cried out, “What the fuck did you do
that for?”

“You are not playing in this vaginal amusement park until you come up
with the price of admission.”

“WHAT! You want me to pay you? I don’t pay for pussy, no way, not even
for your pussy.”

“I don’t want your money, John Boy. There’s just something you have to
do before you can have me. After that, you’ll have a season pass for
all the E-ticket rides in Aunt Joy’s amusement park.