My Lactating Aunt Pt. 02

My date with Kelly was an epic failure. As I drove to her house, all I could do was think of what had transpired earlier at Aunt Lisa’s. Kelly and I went out and grabbed dinner and chatted, but she kept saying how “off” I seemed compared our first date.

She was dressed in tight jeans that accentuated her curvatious body, but all I could do was think of Aunt Lisa. Auntie made my mind race and my entire body tremble. As attractive as Kelly looked, I felt like she could never compare to the touch of Aunt Lisa.

Needless to say, Kelly had me drop her off rather early and slammed the car door as she stormed inside. I knew I should feel bad or even sorry, but I could only smile as I thought of Auntie. I drove home and jerked off twice thinking about my encounter before I finally fell asleep.

I was woken by a knock on my bedroom door. It was my mother. She poked her head in the door way and whispered, “Sorry to wake you Hun, but I am running out to do a few errands. Auntie called and said what a big help you were last night and wanted to know if you could run over later and help her put together a bookshelf she ordered.”

I was dazed from my deep sleep, but perked up quickly and mumbled, “Yeah…sure.”

Mom whispered again, “How was your date?”

I suddenly noticed my mom was starring at my massive hard on that was pitching a tent under the blankets. I quickly turned to my side and replied, “Um… it was so so.”

Mom smirked saying, “Well that’s a shame, but thanks for helping Auntie. I know she really appreciates it.”

Mom left and I watched from the upstairs window as her car backed out of the driveway. My father was gone as well; I assumed he was drinking at his buddies like usual. I was still beaming from last night and took a long hot shower to clear my head.

It was a little after noon by the time I was dressed and drove the fifteen minute drive towards Aunt Lisa’s. I was nervous and felt a little guilty; I wondered if things were going to be awkward now. Things happened so fast last night and to make things even more stressful, mom saw me with a hard on. I tried to focus on the music from the radio and not fall prey to my racing thoughts.

I parked in my Aunt’s driveway and walked towards the front door. My heart was racing as I walked. My hands trembled and I knocked lightly on the door rather than ring the doorbell.

I heard foot steps from inside coming down the hallway and the door quickly swung open. Aunt Lisa was standing in the door way in a white bathrobe with her hair tied up. She smiled warmly saying, “Bryan, you’re here earlier than I thought you’d be. Come in.”

I stepped in from the chilly December air and before I could say a word, Auntie hugged me tightly. She pressed her head into my chest and I melted. Despite my nerves, my cock was growing rapidly in my jeans.

I lightly caressed her back saying, “Auntie, I’m sorry if I came to early…Mom said you needed help with a bookshelf…”

She pulled away from our embrace and without a word, took my hand and led me up the staircase. I followed her up the elegant staircase towards the master bedroom. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t think.

The master bedroom was dark and all the shades were drawn.