Part III - Thoughts So Wrong

“Oh my...”

Dale Solcord stood in the doorway of her sister’s pool house and stared enraptured at her beyond shocked nephew. He was buck naked and sitting cross-legged on the cabana’s bed, his right hand wrapped tightly around the shaft of his rapidly-deflating dick while some kind of porno played on the screen of his cell phone.

“A-Auntie Dale!” Kev gasped and his free hand desperately snatched up the cell and snapped it shut, then struggled to cover himself with the bed sheet, “Um ... I was, uh, going to take a nap, and--and-”

“Sorry, but you’re too late, sweetie.” she giggled, “I saw what you were doing. Porn on the phone, wow, things really have changed since I was your age. Technology is crazy now.”

“I ... I was...”

She waved a dismissive hand, “Don’t worry about it, Kev.” and she closed the door behind her, giving them complete privacy, “It’s natural for you to be doing it and I’m not embarrassed. Well, maybe a little.”

She crossed into the bathroom, vanishing from his view, and Kev shot out a hand and caught up his t-shirt, pulled it on over his head. Oh crap! I am so dead!

“And don’t you worry, nephew.” Dale called from the bathroom, “I won’t tell on you.”

“What?”

“Your mom. I won’t tell her I caught you.” she explained as Kev grabbed up one of his gym bags of clothes and began searching through it for a pair of shorts.

“Oh ... right! Yes, thanks! Yeah, don’t. You have no idea, Auntie Dale, she’d kill me.”

The woman laughed, her voice reverberating throughout the cabana like silvery bells, “Oh, I bet she would! She is just like our mom, your grandma, they are both queen-sized prudes, and this one time would you believe your granny actually caught ME two fingers deep in the hot tub, and boy did I get the spanking to end all spankings!”

Kev’s gaze involuntarily slipped to the chair he’d been sitting on barely an hour earlier, doing just that to his next door neighbour: giving Tia Jalone a firm spanking.

I wonder what it would be like to spank Auntie Dale?

And his cock was rigid once more.

What the hell am I thinking?! I have to get control of myself! This day is insane!

His stare was jarred from the punishment chair by twin heavy thumps and he looked toward the bathroom in time to see his Aunt’s white Nikes skidding to a stop on the hardwood floor. What the heck?

“Ohhh, I ache all over from the seven hour plane ride.” Dale declared with a groan, “A swim in your pool is going to feel sooo good.”

A moment later her jeans and t-shirt followed the shoes, Kev gaped down at them slack-jawed, then his brain nearly exploded out his ears as her panties and jogging bra landed atop the white denim.

She--She is NAKED in there!!

Yes, all he had to do was take four steps forward and he would actually be able to see Auntie Dale in her birthday suit. Kev didn’t even hesitate, his brain was just a mass of fireworks now, his dick was completely in charge, he ghosted forward toward the door, no thoughts of the consequences entering his mind, and only fate saved him.

“There!” called out his aunt and he jerked to a halt as she strode out of the bathroom. She slapped hands to her curvy hips and proudly modelled for him, “Whatcha think, kid? Is your Auntie Dale hot?”

“Guh...”

The word ‘hot’ didn’t even begin to describe the vision of jean-creaming loveliness that now stood before him.

It took him nearly three seconds of slack-jawed staring before Kev realized she was still clothed, if only barely in the tiniest canary-yellow bikini imaginable. All that curving, voluptuous bronzed flesh drew his soul in like iron to a magnet, her legs were long and perfect, her belly taut with just a touch of curve, and her breasts--her BREASTS! Those big, melon-shaped d-cups, how they were not snapping the spagetti-straps and detonating those poor triangles of fabric barely concealing her nipples was beyond Kev’s ken.

“Well?” Dale demanded, “You like? Whatcha think, Kev?” she popped a hip and shot him a smile that could melt diamonds, “Am I better then that girl on your phone?” she winked in mirth at their shared secret.

“Oh yeah...” he managed to say without groaning, though how, he had no idea.

“I’m only teasing,” she sighed, “I know us adult women are all boring to a young stud like you. I bet you’ve got two girlfriends your own age, one a cheerleader and the other some soccer-playing girlie, who make me look like an old hag.”

“What? No!”

She waved him away and turned for the door, “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings, Kev, a good-looking guy like you can, and probably does, have the hotties lining up around the block. Anyway, c-ya in the water!”

And she left him gaping like a starving man at a turkey dinner, as he watched her stride away, her perfect bubble ass swinging, with only the tiny yellow cord of a g-string doing absolutely nothing to cover it.

Oh my god, I’m gonna cum in my pants again...

Wait ... did she just ... did she just say ... c-ya in the ... the w-water?!

And Kev set an Olympic record digging out his swim trunks and climbing into them...