Blame It On Dance

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

I have to be dropped off first so its better that way”. Aunt Jane started to protest but Sharon would not hear anything more about it. As Aunt Jane got in the front seat she said “sorry about this” and I replied that it was no problem. As Sharon talked constantly in the rear I stole glances at AJ. She was wearing a very large maternity dress but it could not hide the sizeable increase in her breast size. On occasion she caught me looking but just gave a little smile. After dropping Sharon off it was only a further five-minute drive before we arrived at Aunty Jane’s home. “Instead of going to an empty home, would you like to come in for a drink” said AJ “Are you sure?, you’re not too tired are you?” I responded “I’m fine” she said, “sometimes Barry just worries too much”. We went inside together and as I waited in the lounge area, Aunt Jane fetched me a beer from the kitchen.

We just stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say. Finally Aunt Jane said “I love him you know, your Uncle Barry”. I didn’t know how to respond so I didn’t. “He’s a great dad and a wonderful provider. All of my emotional needs are fulfilled.” She continued Wait, did she say emotional needs? What about physical? I looked up and Aunt Jane was standing there looking straight into my eyes. I could see she was nervous as she was nibbling at her bottom lip. I took a deep breath and put my beer down on the table. Aunt Jane’s eyes never left mine as I walked over to her. “I do love him you know” she said again. I said “I know” then reached up and gently removed the comb from her hair. It was the first time I had seen AJ with her hair down as it cascaded over her shoulders. My hand came down and cupped the side of her face. Aunt Jane closed her eyes as if savoring my touch. I then lifted Aunt Jane’s chin and ever so gently ran my tongue across her lips before kissing her properly. AJ opened her mouth and immediately my tongue began to explore her. She invaded my mouth and together the intensity of our kissing increased until we were both gasping for air. As our mouths swayed in unison I lifted my hand to Aunt Jane’s breast, gently coaxed her n—-e to hardness before rolling it between my thumb and finger. My c–k was so hard it was hurting. I don’t think that I had ever been so hard in my life. I am only averagely endowed and partially circumcised but I do think I have a pretty c–k, as far as c—s go. Well it’s not an ugly one anyway. Finally we broke away from each other breathing heavily.