Aunt Neighbour
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 57
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 57 - Alex has always lived a quiet life with his family in a peaceful neighborhood, his days blending into one another with a predictable rhythm. But when his estranged aunt, Allie, moves back into the neighborhood after their grandfather's passing, his world is turned upside down.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Nephew Anal Sex Cream Pie First Lactation Masturbation Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
“Mom’s been a lot more chipper since Alexa got here.” I mentioned as I stuffed squishy chairs into the back of my car, along with one of the hookahs.
“It’s a good thing as far as I’m concerned,” dad replied casually, putting the other chairs and hookah in his vehicle. “Although this party she seemingly has in mind is going to be a larger one.”
“Define large.” I requested warily.
He shrugged. “Large for her, maybe ten invitees along with the four of us.”
“That’s livable,” I sighed as I shut my trunk. “I was having paranoid visions of a weird rave run by my mom and me being everyone’s bitch for the night.”
Dad laughed. “I wouldn’t let her do that to you, Alex. That and she’s loosening up, wouldn’t you say?”
“Well, I guess. Any idea where they went?”
“Probably to buy fresh shisha and some ultrafine ground coffee, since I purchased those two sets,” he mused. “Using regular coffee and fudging on the details woudn’t do, of course.”
“I’m still trying to picture anyone outside our family enjoying it,” I laughed. “Gotta at least try, right?”
“It’s the principle of the thing, you’re right,” he said easily as he closed his hatch and got into his vehicle. “See you back at the homestead...”
Dad and I sat and waited at home for some time, drinking beer and watching some retro hockey games before they finally arrived. Sure enough, mom had a bag full of coffee and another containing several types of shisha. Her eyes were glinting with excitement.
“So the party is tonight, you two have your work cut out for you, rearranging the living room to Moroccan Lounge Theme Bravo. Step to it!”
Dad and I looked at one another and sighed. Yes, mom really did have distinct designations for different room themes. There were seven hookah party lounge arrangements and she wanted ‘Moroccan Lounge Bravo’. Dad wasn’t kidding about more guests. I just wish I’d had more notice about when this party was or my opinion asked.
So dad and I spent the next two hours moving everything around or to the study off the living room and brought in the new beanbag chairs, along with the ones we already owned and the plush throw pillows and rugs. We took down the WASP-y decor from the walls and tables and replaced them with elements that sung of a Middle Eastern concept. Then we hung fabric from the ceiling, draping and billowing low enough to made a Berber exile feel at home.
Since there was not enough time to cook, mom was ordering in Moroccan again, not that any of us objected. Alexa offered to make fresh mint tea and other beverages, along with prepping for the coffee. I think as much as we’d been enjoying ourselves these past few days, she was looking forward to meeting more people.
And it made me smile.
We sat around in the living room, laughing and talking while we ate dessert. Eight guests had attended, including mom and dad’s friends and associates, Mr and Mrs Stevenson. Some neighbours from down the street had joined us, along with a local alderman and his wife. We’d served almond pastries and perfumed oranges along with the mint tea. Alexa and mom excused themselves to begin heating the water for coffee.
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