The Love Shared - S01 E40

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The Love Shared - S01 E40

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 40

'So you really didn't know about this mystery man that your Mom has been seeing?" she asked.

I smiled out of the side of my mouth, a bold move I thought to myself, but she was a little over the alcohol limit. "I really had no Idea," I replied, "Sure I had noticed a change in her mood, but other than that I didn't really pick up on anything."

"Some detective you are." she said smiling. I began feeling a little braver in my words. "Well," I began, "I'm a solid enough detective to know that you've had a boob job. told her.

Her smile widened into a grin, "Well that was obvious.' she shot, "Do you not remember my boobs?" she asked.

"I can't say that I've seen them, I replied with a sly smile, she had brought her knees up and now rested her bare feet on my thigh. Her painted toe-nails drew my gaze, I then held her right foot in my hand as I admired the silver toe-ring around her small toe.

"I'd always had a B-cup, whereas your mother had been blessed with D-cup. So I decided that my husband was going to make up a life time's worth of envy. So I got myself a pair of E-cups." she sald while I kept my eyes on her toe ring, "Didn't know you were a foot guy Doc. she added.

"I'm not, not really." I told her, "Just trying to find a part of you that isn't appealing" I told her.

"Oh you tease!" she laughed, "Aren't you the man of the house." she said. I nodded my head and flicked my eyebrows. I wasn't sure what had possessed me to flirt with my Aunt, she was after all my Mom's sister. But she was the slightly younger one, and while my Mom was very much the stay at home type, Layla was the adventurous one. The tattooed bad-ass that listened to rock music.

"I can't be too sure of that though, I've never really been a fan of fake breasts. No offence, of course." I said as an expression of shock appeared on her face.

"Have you ever seen a pair? Like a real pair?" she asked.

'No, but my friend's aunt has them too." I assured her.

'Well I guess she must be at least half as cool as me. It's an Auntie thing Doc, you probably wouldn't understand." she said lifting her top up, she had no problem pulling the sleeveless hoodie up over her head and dropping it to the floor revealing her topless body.

Her tattoo's stopped at her shoulders which I was happy about, as her perfectly rounded breasts were capped off by both nipples being pierced. It looked even better than the picture Mom had sent me.

"So?" she asked taking me out of my trance. I looked up at her and without saying a word, reached over and cupped one. Her nipple hardened immediately, maybe reacting to my cold hand.

Her skin was soft but it felt as though there was a ball underneath It. As though I was feeling my cheek with my tongue poking into the other side of it. I wasn't sure if I liked it or I hated it.

"Take your time," she purred. I then rolled onto my side and brought my other hand up, I cupped both breasts and fondled them. The nipple hardened like the one before it as I ran my fingers across her skin, I circled her ghost-like areola's with my middle finger while applying a little pressure to her 'under-boob' with my thumbs

"That'll do," she said moving to pick her top back up, "I've had enough drink to pounce on you if you keep on."

"But I'm curious," I told her, "I don't know whether I like them yet.

"Well I can just imagine the headline for your next blog, or whatever you write nowadays, 'How I fell in love with my Auntles Fake Breasts!" she told me pulling her top back on.

"No, I'm pretty good at keeping secrets." I told her. "And I haven't written a blog in years!" I hadn't thought much about it but was starting to get pretty hard during my time spent with her. I wanted to spend some more time with her and her breasts but I got the sense that she wasn't drunk enough to completely lose her senses.

She tried getting to her feet and the drink seemed to start kicking in as she staggered for a moment. "I need a cigarette, a cigarette will sort me right out." she told me.

'I'll show you where Mom keeps hers." I told her getting to my feet and leading her out to the kitchen. I stood at the back door and handed her the packet, opening the back door and letting the cold fresh air sweep over her.

If there as anything I knew about alcohol, it was that fresh air always increased the effects. And like a perverted shadow, I stuck to her side.

She wasn't half way through the cigarette when she threw it out onto the patio floor. She stumbled backwards and grabbed my arm to steady herself, "I think you better show me to your bed handsome," she told me smiling. I closed the back door and led her towards the stairs, which she threw herself onto as she began to crawl up them.

We'd made it up onto the landing and passed Morri's room, I pointed out my room and she stumbled towards it. I took the chance to peek into Mom's room while I was there, I pushed open the door and a beam of light shot across the room revealing both Mom and Bobbie sound asleep in one another's arms. I pulled the door shut and walked over to Bobble's bedroom door pulling my t- shirt off and dropping it to the floor.

"Doc, I need you." I heard Aunt whisper. I went to the door way and saw her face down on the bed, she rolled onto her back and flicked her feet. "I need you to get these off of me" she mumbled.

I approached the bed and hooked the cuffs of her pants, I pulled them down her legs revealing her Calvin Klein boxers and not to mention a few more tattoo's, "You're going to have to show me all of your tattoo's you know." I told her.

"Maybe will." she replied as she tried pulling her top up over her head. The influence of the wine was hitting her harder now, I watched as my Aunt wriggled around on the bed trying to free her head from the top. Her bare breasts remaining firm as she tossed and turned.

I joined her on the bed and stopped her from moving, pinning her arms down and keeping her face covered by her top. She was blindfolded as I moved in between her legs, they parted willingly and allowed me access. There was no way of ignoring my own erection as it pushed against her thigh, and even whilst drunk she knew it.

There was a moment when my face hung just above her breasts when I paused. Sure I was having sex with both my Mom and my Sister, but here I was pinning down my drunk Aunt. What the hell was I thinking?