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Horny Aunt Addi

Horny Aunt Addi This isn’t a story about an overgrown kid with a monstrous cock; nor is it about an aunt who is still young and built like the proverbial brick shit house. At this point, it’s fantasy… but it could happen, if things fall into place, soon. Carly’s uncle, Rob, had gone thru a bad divorce and, being unable to disprove some lies told about him, spent a few years behind bars. He never wanted revenge on his ex-bitch, but he didn’t want her to receive his military pension when he died, either. So… enter Addison. Addi is several years younger than Rob, a close friend of his daughter, who we’ll just call ‘Bitch-II’. Supposedly, if Rob married again, any final benefits, including pension, would go to the last spouse of record. Addi is also an LPN and certified in home health care. Sooooo… Bitch-II gets Addi to agree to move in with her dad and take care of him. After a few months, he decides she’s a good woman and, although there had never been a kiss or a night spent together, he asked her to marry him in order for a good woman to be the ‘last spouse of record’ and cut Bitch-1 off completely. So it happened… Carly and her uncle Rob had been close when she was growing up. He is about 10 years older and loved teaching her how to catch, clean and cook fish. Even after many years of our marriage, he would call his fishing buddy and the two of them would take off for the day. Bitch-1 never liked Carly but used to flirt with me a little… but she was 100% Bitch and I ...

... wouldn’t have anything to do with her. Rob and Addi’s ‘arrangement’ remained the same. She drove the old guy to his doctor appointments, his parole officer appointments, to church functions and dropped him off at the dock, where he and a few other old vets would shoot the shit and catch a few little ones. They still never slept together; nor did they show any kind of romantic affection towards each other. Each time Carly and I would make the hour drive to visit them, she and Rob would talk about going fishing. On one such day, I was inside the patio doors on the couch, working on a short presentation I was going to have to make on Monday. Addi, who (in her early 50’s) is 12yrs younger than me, plopped down on the couch and asked what I was working on. I told her I knew that the main topic of conversation outside was going to be about fishing, so I had brought my laptop to work on my stuff. “Yeah, that’s all Rob thinks about. He’s told me stories about teaching Carly how to catch fish, and how one or the other had fallen into a pond at one time or another. He tells the same ones over and over. Between that and his war stories, which change every time he re-tells one, I usually try to slip into my room and work on my drawings, or maybe I’ll try to design some jewelry; just for the heck of it.” “Drawings? I didn’t know you’re an arteest,” I smiled, “and an aspiring designer for Cartier, too. Cool! I’d like to see some of your work.” I had been through her bedroom one time since she ...