New Year’s With My Drunk Bimbo Aunt

After years of minimal contact my mother and aunt started talking regularly again. My aunt Elizabeth had recently finished up with a nasty divorce from my uncle. Although my mother and aunt hadn’t talked for a long time,i t didn’t take much for them to pick up right where they left off. Things were going so well in fact that my mother decided to celebrate New Year’s at my aunt’s. My aunt lived in another city, roughly six hours away from us. Although my mom and aunt were close during their younger years. As they got older and had families they grew apart. Not in a negative way, just in the sense that they were both busy trying to balance raising a family and being career women. I don’t know my aunt very well, only that she was a nurse. What little I know about my aunt I know even less about my cousins. The only image I can conjure up of my aunt and her family is of a picture from a trip to the zoo I remember going on when I was a child. My aunt, kind of chubby with long curly brown hair and a big smile. My cousins spitting images of their mother only much younger. Just an ordinary family. When exactly my mother and aunt stopped talking I can’t recall, I doubt it was immediate. But when I came home from school the day before my Christmas break, my mother was on the phone. I figured it was my father since he had just went overseas to Thailand for work. I went to my room after waving hello to her and didn’t come out until almost 4 hours later. To my surprise she was still on the phone. After mouthing “who is it” to my mom while pointing at the phone since my dad wasn’t talkative. Trust me, if he was working on mars he’d find a way to describe his trip in 5 words before saying goodbye.

“It’s your aunt dear. She might come over for Christmas. Sorry I didn’t make dinner, make yourself something.” She then quickly went back to talking. Fast forward to now and I’m driving us to my aunt’s 6 hours away. The fact that my mom let me drive after only receiving my license recently surprised me. But that surprise was nothing compared to the one that waited for us at my aunt’s house.

On the way to my aunt’s my mom told me about their relationship. Cute little stories from their childhood, dumb promises they made, and the excitement of having her back in our lives. She also slipped in that she volunteered me to help my aunt move from her current residence back to our city once she finds a place. A prospect I wasn’t looking forward to, but my mom wouldn’t let me complain my way out of that. We pulled up to the big house the GPS had told me to go to around 8 pm. “WOW…” was the only response my mom said. Which is exactly my expression when I saw the lady who finally answered the door after what seemed like an eternity of ringing the bell. She was HOT. Holy shit she was the hottest woman I had ever seen in person. If you like bimbos that is, and my teenage hormones definitely LOVED bimbos. Her massive perfectly round and obviously fake tits was the first thing that greeted me. Tightly fitted in a white blouse that had the first few buttons undone to give an excellent view of those jugs. My breath was instantly stolen from me, as was any notion that I was in for a boring night. With a view like that I couldn’t ask for a better way to ring in the new year. Or so I thought. “Liz?” My mother said bringing me back to reality. This was her? The chubby housewife from the photo with the big smile? “Hey swweeetie!” The clearly drunk voice coming from the set of tits said to me. I started to look back up toward the direction of the voice as the lady rushed forward with her arms out ready to embrace me. “Look how you’ve grown…sssooo handsome.” Aunt Elizabeth said while wrapping her arms around my neck. I bent down to receive her heavenly embrace. She kissed me on the cheeks, which is when I noticed how full her lips were. Not cartoonishly so, but definitely bigger than I remember. As she pulled back I took the opportunity to get a full glimpse of her. She definitely wasn’t what I remembered. Instead of a curly brown haired homely looking housewife I expected, standing before me was a seductive vixen. With perfectly toned long legs that reached surprisingly natural round hips that carried an ass that would rival JLO’s, snuggly fitted in a little black miniskirt. Her lean abdomen that was clearly well maintained eclipsed by the massive tits that somehow didn’t seem awkward on her fit frame. Topped off with straight blonde hair styled similarly to a bob, thick lips that looked like pillows for cock and makeup that screamed I want to be young forever; on a face that seemed to have had some minor work but hadn’t hit the expressionless doll stage yet. It was hard for me not to get hard. “Hey sssiss! AHHHHH!” Liz said while jumping up and down with her tits putting on a show that would rival the olympic gymnastics with all the bouncing they were doing. She and my mom hugged for a while, both distracted I felt comfortable enough to ogle my aunt. Knowing who she was especially in relation to my mom did not stop me in the slightest from thinking of all the nasty shit I would do to her if given the chance; and what I would do to get that chance.