Loving Aunt Sarah Chapter 3

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Before I give you the details, I’ll give you the summary: bowling with Jennifer and my Aunt Sarah was extraordinarily fun. What was even better was that I apparently looked convincing enough. No one seemed to notice that I was actually a guy. But the night was also challenging, because I was trying to not get aroused while subtly checking out my Aunt all night, as well as not letting her realize I was doing that.

When the three of us first walked into the bowling alley, the man who took our money for the games was certainly being flirtatious. It was nice to be the one who stole most of his gazes, though my own attention was for my Aunt. God, she was so beautiful!

I didn’t do very well in the first game, ending up with the lowest score. Not that I ever bowled well, but this night my attention was extremely distracted. Every time my Aunt got ready to take her next shot, my eyes were completely fixed on her rear curves. They were so perfect, and her tight blue jeans only accentuated them. About halfway through the second of our three games, Jennifer looked to me and noticed where my eyes were directed. I passed it off as daydreaming, and fortunately for me, she bought it without further question. Of course, I had to be more careful from there on out, in fear of the fact that she’d notice again. The daydreaming excuse would only work once.

The real problems began when I started to become aroused. From the start of the night, I knew that would happen. Jennifer was certainly right about one thing: getting a hard-on while one’s dick is tucked like this is painful. I wasn’t even completely hard yet, and the pain started to kick in, pain from it bending wrong.

“Would you two excuse me for a few minutes?” I said to my company after scoring on the seventh bracket. “I have to use to ladies’ room.”

“Just don’t take too long,” said Aunt Sarah. She nodded her head slightly in Jennifer’s direction. “She gets impatient.”

I smiled and headed off. What they didn’t know is that I didn’t have to actually use the restroom. I had to take care of an erection before it became a problem. Of course I was glad to see that the restroom was empty when I walked in. I went into the furthest stall and dropped my jeans and panties, letting it out. If someone else were to walk in, I knew I’d be better off if they simply thought I was doing what one was supposed to use these facilities for. So I took a seat and thought to stroke myself that way. From the small purse that my Aunt let me borrow I pulled out my cell phone. I had many family pictures in its memory. None of them were erotic of course. But I decided to use the first one of Aunt Sarah that I came across.

In that picture, she was wearing a black bandana over her head, and a tight black polo shirt. Tight enough to show off the curves of her still sexy breasts. With my left hand I held the phone, occasionally scrolling forward one picture then back to Aunt Sarah, just to keep the phone from darkening. With my right hand, I went to work.

I stroked slowly, but firmly, my eyes locked on my Aunt’s breasts. I imagined numerous things; my 7 inches being squeezed between her cleavage, penetrating her… Eventually, I closed the phone and my eyes, and imagined that the hand stroking my cock was Aunt Sarah’s hand. In my mind, I was back at Aunt Sarah’s house, sitting on that comfortable recliner in the living room. Aunt Sarah was standing beside me, her hand firmly stroking my erection Her lips were nibbling on my neck and earlobe, her tongue savoring ever second. I could feel her breath upon me, her silken hair resting on my shoulders.

Suddenly the door opened, another woman walking in. The sound of it startled me back to reality, just as I started to cum. Keeping my dick aimed low, I made certain that cleaning up my mess would be as simple as flushing the toilet. When I was finally finished, I stood, pulling the panties and jeans back up. I wasn’t able to tuck it as well as it was before, simply holding it back as I pulled the panties into place. It would have to do. At long last, I took a deep breath and returned to the bowling lanes to finish the night.