Loving Aunt - Sex Stories

Loving Aunt

... hell broke loose. # I had worn only a bathrobe, something I could slip in and out of easily if needs be on the one hand, and on the other, allowing me quick and comfortable access as I began pleasuring myself while watching the rather erotic movie I was currently enjoying. I didn't hear the door open upstairs, as Jill had come in through the front door. So I was totally unaware of her even being there, and as I now know she thought me to be upstairs in my own room, she had headed directly downstairs towards her own. With the layout being the way it was, Jill wouldn't have known I was even in the den until reaching the bottom of the steps and turning the corner to head down the hall towards her room. As she did however, she was able to look into the den and see me sitting there, though my back was towards her as I sat on the couch, but what she obviously could see was the dirty movie I had playing on the TV. The next thing I know is that she's standing there in front of me, tears streaming down her face, this horrified expression glaring at me as I glance up only now realizing I'm no longer alone, cock in hand busily and happily stroking it. "You're all alike aren't you?" Jill nearly screams at me, "All you can think about is sex!" Suddenly she turns and disappears from the den in a dead run towards her bedroom. I sit there stupidly for a moment trying to gather my wits about me, as well as the robe I was no longer wearing, stood up turning off the TV, and listened. I ...

... immediately walked down the hall towards her room, stood outside for a moment and could hear the sounds of her crying coming from inside. "Jill?" "Go away." "Jill please, I think we need to talk," I spoke through the door at her. "What's wrong? What happened?" I knew there was a hell of a lot more to all this than her just coming home and finding me jerking off. She'd been crying for a lot longer than those few moments when she'd entered the den, though obviously crying fresh tears now as I stood hopelessly outside her door. "Leave me alone!" she cried out once again. So I did. I quietly made my way up to my own room and went to bed, though I lay there in the dark for a considerable amount of time wondering at what the hell it was that had really happened before finally falling asl**p. # The following morning I came downstairs to grab a cup of coffee and some toast prior to heading out and meeting up with the guys I worked with. As usual, my Aunt was already up having a cup herself and reading the paper out on the deck. Jill was nowhere to be seen, but it was early yet, and she was no doubt still in bed. "Morning Aunt Jack," which is what I had always affectionately called her, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead as I also always usually did. "Good morning Brian," she answered back lowering her eyeglasses as she peered over the tops of them towards me. "Anything interesting happen last night?" she asked inquisitively now staring at me. I almost drowned on that first ...