Aunt Lena (c'est la vie)
Praise be to the Almighty, praise!
She waited for him, waited.
Was faithful to him, faithful.
But how could she have known,
That life is full of temptations!
A. Malinin
Aunt Lena was my mother's younger sister. At twenty-four, she got married and a year later gave birth to a daughter. And another year later, tragedy struck: her husband was hit by a car. It happened in the evening, and the culprit fled. His hip was shattered, but the doctors said they would get him back on his feet. And for two years now, fixed in an "Ilizarov apparatus," he alternated between lying at home and in the hospital.
I often picked up her daughter from kindergarten and stayed overnight to take the daughter to kindergarten in the morning.
One day, while dressing her daughter, she asked me to bring her purse from the bedroom. Taking the purse, I clumsily moved the pillow on her bed and saw a dildo hidden underneath. Stunned, I froze, guessing its purpose, feeling my cock swell. Hearing footsteps, I turned and saw her in the doorway. Blushing, I lowered my eyes, covering the bulge in the front of my jeans with my hand. She calmly walked into the room, put away the dildo, turned her back, dropped her robe, and held a bra against her body."Help me fasten it, we're running late!"
I jerked the straps, she leaned towards me, and my cock pressed against her ass. Shuddering, she froze but didn't pull away. Then, after fastening the bra, I timidly pushed my hands forward, slipped them under it, and cupped her breasts. She turned sharply, giving me an angry look.
"Couldn't find another time!" she whispered irritably, barely audibly.
"Mom, Uncle Yura, where are you?" came her daughter's voice.
"Wait a minute, sweetie," she replied calmly to her daughter.
Hurriedly getting dressed, we said goodbye. All the way to the kindergarten, I racked my brains over her words.
Several days passed. It was the last summer month of my youth. Having finished school and passed the entrance exams for the maritime college, I was waiting for the call. Finally, it came, the ticket was already bought to arrive on time. Only three carefree days remained.
In the evening, my mother returned from work with some new acquaintance of hers. After divorcing my father when I was eight, she had fed and clothed me for ten years, raising me to be a man.
They secluded themselves in the kitchen, while I watched TV in the room. When nature called, I headed to the toilet, managing to notice a bottle of cognac on the table and my mother hastily covering her bare breast. A little later, they returned to the room, and my mother suggested I go for a walk. I refused. Then, exchanging a glance with her acquaintance, she asked me to take some box to Aunt Lena, allowing me to stay overnight. I understood everything and, barely containing my irritation and disgust, set off.
Aunt Lena met me in the kitchen in her house robe. On the table stood a bottle of opened cognac and an open pack of "Salem." Seeing my surprise, she waved her hand.
"Something's wrong with my husband again, another surgery in a few days..."
"And where's your daughter?"
"At my mom's... Will you keep me company?"
"Why not?!"
Getting another glass, she filled it. We drank, smoked. Gradually, the alcohol loosened her tongue. How sick she was of everything: her sick husband who needed care, the kindergarten far from home, troubles at work, and she—still a young woman and not a nun! And she'd like to have another baby, the years are passing...
By that time, we had already finished the bottle. Unexpectedly raising her hand, she ruffled my hair—how handsome I was! My gaze involuntarily slipped into the robe's opening, where her bare breasts were visible. Following my gaze, she looked at me questioningly. I blushed.
"Aunt Lena, I think I'll go home."
She smiled condescendingly.
"If you're leaving, lock the door."
Rising, she walked unsteadily to the bedroom, leaving the bedroom door open.
I wanted to howl from resentment and injustice: someone can have my mother, so why can't I have my aunt? Fueled by alcohol, I tiptoed to the open bedroom. A completely naked figure, slightly covered by a blanket, lay on her side, turned with her back to me. Gathering courage, I took off my clothes, slipped under the blanket, and cautiously pressed against her, feeling the warmth of a woman's body. She remained motionless. Then my hand, slipping under her arm, cautiously cupped a woman's breast. Hesitating for a moment, Aunt removed her hand, offering me her breast. Emboldened by the first success, I immediately tried to enter the desired contact without preliminary conditions.
"Stop!" she said, slightly turning towards me, trying to push me away, "let's not be foolish!"
Then, turning her onto her back, I pressed my lips to hers. She was confused and involuntarily responded to the kiss, allowing it to become deeper. Feeling this, I began to kiss her so hard and passionately that if she intended to say "no," she decided to postpone the answer. This became her fatal mistake. With each kiss, yielding to my frenzy, she gave up ground. Breathing deeply, succumbing to my caresses, she lost her head with passion. At some point, a moan escaped her lips. From that second, she no longer belonged to herself. My pressure intensified, and it became clear to both of us: it was going to happen now. Without protest, she raised her spread legs, surrendering her intimate organ to my use. My cock was literally engulfed by her starved womb, and we joined. Placing her legs on my shoulders, I began to spread my genetic material inside her. Moving actively beneath me, she froze when she felt her womb filling with hot seminal fluid. Then, crossing her legs behind my back, she didn't let me out until I started moving again. Lustful moans filled the bedroom. During orgasm, arching like a bow, she gasped for air desperately, but as soon as it subsided, she began to "thrust" even more energetically. Everything mixed in this triumph of debauchery until, completely exhausted, I fell away from her. Then, sitting up, she looked around: the consequences of marital infidelity were lips swollen from kisses and hickeys on her breasts, but the most significant was the thick stream of another man's sperm flowing from her vagina and spreading as a murky stain on the sheet. Satisfied with the result, she pressed a grateful kiss to my lips.
"That was the most amazing sex of my life!" so, the once faithful and devoted wife enthusiastically summed up the committed adultery...
In the morning, everything was prim and proper, like in church on Sundays. Changing the sheets, taking a shower, applying makeup, she looked like a chaste maiden.
"Aunt Lena, should I pick up your daughter from kindergarten this evening?" I asked with a hint.
"No, let her stay with grandma for now," she cooled my ardor and, watching me deflate, added with a smile: "tell your mom you'll stay overnight with me... you don't have to go to work, it's all wet down there, I want you so much..."
At home, a note awaited: buy bread, take out the trash, lunch in the fridge. Dumping the trash into the bin, I accidentally glanced inside. A piece of paper, hidden deep within, unfolded, and I saw a used condom. "Good, at least it wasn't inside her," I smirked bitterly. That I had fucked my aunt didn't bother me, but that someone had fucked my mother was irritatingly offensive...
In the evening, I went to my aunt's, and in the morning, she did call work and, citing feeling unwell, asked for a day off. A young, healthy body barely coped with a woman starved for love. In short, I left for college with completely empty balls...
***
A year passed. Returning from college for my summer vacation, as if in passing, on the very first day I inquired how Aunt Lena was doing.
"Everything's fine," my mother replied, "Uncle Kolya is recovering, already walks on his own, though with a cane, still limps badly. And also... knocked her up, Lenka gave birth right in May..."
The next day, buying a bottle of cognac, a box of chocolates, and some rattle, I went to congratulate them on the newborn. Aunt Lena was literally taken aback seeing me. We set the table, invited—everything was proper. We sat, finished the bottle, Uncle Kolya, slightly tipsy, boasted that his son, though born seven months, was a real hero—their breed!
Seizing a moment when we were alone, I inquired, as I was still a novice on the subject.
"Aunt Lena, is it okay that he's premature, won't it affect him in the future?"
She looked at me strangely.
"Don't listen to him, he's normal, nine months!"
"Then everything's fine..." My hand, reaching for juice, suddenly froze in the air. "Wait, that means..."
Putting a finger to her lips so I wouldn't spill the beans, she nodded almost imperceptibly...
"Why are you so pale?" asked Uncle Kolya, who had returned.
"My head is spinning, I think I'll go."
Exiting the building, lighting a cigarette, I turned around. Aunt Lena stood at the window, looking at me. Then, hesitating, she uncertainly raised her palm upward. I knew it was absurd, but waving invitingly in response...
Several days passed when a doorbell woke me in the morning. At first, I didn't want to open at all, but the guest was persistent, and I got out of bed. The clock showed nine in the morning. God, this idiot doesn't even understand what awaits him now! Hiding my irritation, I opened the front door. Aunt Lena entered the apartment without an invitation.
"Hi, where's mom?"
"Aunt Lena," I said, closing the door and turning to her displeasedly, "you know perfectly well she works until five in the evening!"
She silently and warily watched me. Suddenly wrapping her arms around my neck, she clung to my lips with a passionate kiss. "C'est la vie," I thought, once again leading the married woman I had once seduced into the room, to the bed...
P. S. The entire time until I got married, we regularly had sex. Yes, yes—just sex! Because fornication and debauchery begin only when a third person learns about the sexual intercourse of two...
S.Y.