Chapter 10

A woman was waiting near the showers. I wasn’t sure what her reaction might be if my Aunt came with me to the men’s shower facility. There was another guy nearby in his fifties wearing only a pair of khaki shorts and a navy blue fishing hat.

“Really?” I brightened and took her hand.

“Let’s see,” my Aunt offered me a quizzical expression that she’d give it a try. As we neared the door to the men’s bathroom, we could have chickened out.

“You dirty boy! This time you are going to wash that hair, trim your nails, and use soap and water ALL over; come on with me!”

My Aunt grabbed me by the arm and pinched my ear. She nearly dragged me into the bathroom even though I was coming with her. The little show she put on got us in the shower without either of them shouting at us that my Aunt was going in the wrong door. However, I had no idea if they were going to get the authorities.

I couldn’t believe what we had just done. There was a younger guy in the bathroom. He was standing by the urinal peeing. He saw my Aunt and looked back down. The shower area was a common “open shower” with three free-standing stainless showers with multiple shower heads on any side. There were two guys in the shower area. They didn’t see us, and they didn’t panic.

“Come on, nasty boy! Let’s get you cleaned up!

How were we going to do this? There were several bathroom stalls. We could have gone into one and fucked in there. People might have seen two sets of legs if they looked under the stall, but that made the most sense.

My Aunt walked right past the stalls.

The two men in the showers immediately froze when they saw her. “Oh, don’t mind me! Sorry! I won’t look, I promise” my Aunt turned her head, covered her eyes, and then winked at me from an angle where they couldn’t see her eyes.

“My nephew doesn’t want to take a proper shower. I will just be here long enough to make sure he cleans himself everywhere!”

One of the men grabbed a towel and huffed. “You can’t be in here.”

The other was a portly man in his late forties. “I totally get it. My son didn’t want to take a shower, but he was a little younger,” the remaining guy said. He had a pencil-thin mustache and feathered hair right out of the year 1984.

“It’s so embarrassing! I can’t believe I have to do this,” my Aunt sat down on a bench. She was still wearing her towel draped around her body. “Take your clothes off! Hurry up!”

I put down her stuff and quickly wriggled out of my tiny bathing suit. The guy that was pissing in the urinal left with a big grin on his face. The remaining naked guy continued taking his shower – obviously finding this scenario amusing.

I turned on the shower, and my Aunt proceeded to instruct me when and how to shampoo. “Use the soap on your body, and shampoo only for hair.”

I had a tendency to use shampoo for body wash. I assumed it was all the same chemicals. I obeyed my Aunt.

“Under the balls! Get in the crack, get everywhere,” my Aunt scolded me.

A man walked into the bathroom, took one look at my Aunt giving me a hard time, and turned back around. “Nope!” he said as he stepped out.

“I hope you understand how humiliating this is for me,” my Aunt swore she didn’t want to be here.

The remaining naked guy wrapped his towel around himself and left the shower area to change but continued to watch.

“Razor, shaving cream!” my Aunt handed me the necessary shaving gel and razor. I really had no idea how to begin. I was too young to shave my face, and even though I had pubes for many years, I had never once thought to groom my body hair.

“Oh god, do you not know how to use a razor? Did your daddy never teach you to shave your balls?”

“No,” I responded emphatically.

“In Brazil, every boy knows how to shave his nuts. If you are going to wear a swimsuit that small, you have to shave!”

She turned to the shower guy and implored him to help. He had his towel around his waist and was applying some Gold Bond to his shoes. “Can you please show him how to shave his body?”

“That would be a big negatory on that one,” the man’s deadpan serious answer was almost comical. It helped make things feel less humiliating.

“Fine, I’ll show you, but just once!” my Aunt stood up, dropped her towel, and revealed her naked body. She was practically hairless from the waist down, but she had stubble here and there.

The shower guy was suddenly not very interested in leaving after all. My Aunt took the razor from me, applied some lotion, and began to shave her pussy by pulling her labia out. She told me to shave with the grain and to clean the razor between shaves. “You really need scissors to trim it down to be manageable.”

Gloria provided me with my own razor, and I started on my nuts. Hot water cascaded over our bodies. My Aunt looked exceptionally sexy, glistening with bubbly, hot shower water in the men’s room.

A man and his son walked into the showers. They stood dumbfounded as my Aunt acted like it was perfectly normal to instruct a boy on how to shave his body. “I’ll be done in a minute. Please pardon me,” my Aunt acknowledged them. Gloria periodically mentioned how things were done in Brazil.

I genuinely think that helped establish some legitimacy to what she was doing. This was Louisiana, and nobody here knew if she was full of shit about that or not. She berated and yelled at me for putting her in this situation. “I can’t believe your father never taught you how to do this. You are doing it all wrong. Here give me the razor.”

Gloria whispered to me excitedly, “I can’t believe these guys are watching us!!”

I could. She was hot, and this was like a train wreck that you couldn’t take your eyes off of. I got hard immediately when she grabbed my dick like it was a carrot she planned to peel. Gloria shaved off wads of my hair and rinsed me off.

“You can’t be in here,” A third man joined the group. He had an aura of authority about him, but he was just a vacationer like the rest of them. The others didn’t jump to Gloria’s defense, but they didn’t grab pitchforks and try to run us out, either.

“I know, I know, but what should I do? Let him cut his ding-a-ling off trying to shave down for that bathing suit? Or have him walk around in front of all the little girls with his pubic hair hanging out the side?”

The male bathing suit wasn’t THAT skimpy, but sitting in a tiny pile on the bench, it was hard to tell. “I’ll be finished in ONE minute, I promise.”

“It’s not just that. There are teenage boys in here.”

“What’s the big deal? Aren’t there nude beaches here?” my Aunt absolutely knew that there weren’t. Even if there were, we were not close to the coast.

“Absolutely not,” he assured her.

“Oh, I am so sorry! In my country, it’s perfectly legal!” my Aunt apologized profusely and grabbed her towel. “Even our most conservative beaches, the guys all wear speedos, and the girls wear thongs.”

At this point, it was way too late for Gloria to salvage her modesty. She dried herself off and managed to genuinely blush. I wasn’t certain if Gloria really felt embarrassed or if she was a great actress.

It was kind of a turn-on to watch how she played it off. She moved us to a location away from the others.

My Aunt insisted that I grab a towel and follow her once the coast was clear. “Hurry! You can finish in the bathroom stall! I am incredibly embarrassed!”

There was some general laughter from the five or six guys who ended up entering the bathroom and watching my Aunt. She hustled me into the nearest bathroom stall and said that I had to finish the job.

The “job,” of course, was fucking her standing up. My Aunt said out loud for the benefit of the others, “Finish shaving, so we can get out of here!!”

Then she dropped her towel, embraced me, and pressed her wet tits to my body. She leaned in close as if to kiss me. I leaned in as well. Gloria seemed reluctant to kiss me like she did her husband. She did playfully smooch me but nothing with an open mouth. My Aunt held my cock softly and then turned around, placed her hands on either side of the stall, spread her legs, arched her back.

I realized that her butt plug was in her ass the entire time, and I could see the rounded pink base. I whispered in her ear that it was still there.

My Aunt covered her mouth to stifle a surprised laugh. Gloria’s eyes were full of mischief as she took the plug out. It was small and curved wider at the tip than it was around the base. She put it in her mouth like a cock straight out of her ass. She guided my cock to her asshole and let me lean forward into her.

I pressed the tip of my dick to her anus. She nodded and encouraged me to push it harder. Gloria’s asshole was already stretched enough that I could fit the tip of my head into her without any effort. After that, I had to slide it in about two inches and begin fucking it in and out.

“Would you please stop fiddle-fucking around and just finish already,” my Aunt removed the plug from her mouth, shouted for the others to hear and placed the plug back in her mouth.

Fucking her ass was really a mind-blowing feeling. Her pussy was tight, but this was tighter. I felt like I shouldn’t do this and that I’d probably rip her open. However, with some very slow and gentle effort, I had about four inches of dick in her butt. Once I reached that point, her anus sort of ‘poofed’ open, and I was able to slide all the way in her butt.

She let me take her from behind. I wondered how it felt for her. I assumed it was painful, possibly humiliating. It felt like I was the one that owned her, and in that way, I felt like she was letting me have my fantasy after all of owning her. It felt so filthy to be fucking my Aunt while I heard people just outside the bathroom stall talking.

At this point, most had stopped hanging out, waiting to see what happened next, and a few all-new people were there.

“Fuck, I want to scream,” my Aunt gritted her teeth and whispered as I tried to match pace with her hips. She had told me to use the same rhythm when having sex and not make uneven movements where I push all the way in, hold it, and then follow with several rapid pups before going slow again.

“Cum inside my asshole, Jason. Do it, baby. Don’t pull out. Give it to me,” Rachel begged quietly as her life depended on me sharing my semen with her. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, but it was a bathroom, so it was better than most smells in there.

I balled my fists, grabbed her tight muscular shoulders, and started to slow down my thrusts as my body became rigid, and I prepared to orgasm. My Aunt grabbed my hands, placed them in her hair, and indicated I should yank her hair. I did it but not very hard. I spasmed, and my body rocked while I shot inside her asshole.

Once I pulled out, my cock was creamy with a mixture of our juices. She quickly plugged her ass without letting it drip out and directed me to wipe myself off with toilet paper. “Okay, now we have to get out of here,” Gloria whispered quietly while wrapping herself in a towel.

I collected my things and put my shorts back on.

She took a moment to collect herself and blustered our way out of the stall. She held me by the ear and arm like I had done something wrong and walked me out. I was still holding our stuff and my towel.

A few people looked down their noses, and some others wore confused expressions, but no one called the cops or threatened us, and that was more than I could have hoped for. It was dark out by the time we left.

“That’s the first shower where I felt filthier than I was when I was started,” she joked and said she’d probably have to come back later. “Did you like it?”

“Oh my god, yes!”

“Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy!”

I was happy that my Aunt liked what happened. “You filled about seven of mine,” I offered with gratitude.

“You filled my asshole,” she countered. I could picture the creamy white yogurt-like semen coating her pretty asshole, trapped on the other side of that butt plug.

“You really enjoy wearing a butt plug?”

“I do not normally wear one out of the house. It’s just for sexual play for me, but after you said they turn you on, and that stripper showed you hers, I thought I’d wear it for you.”

“You should wear it tomorrow to the swimming park!”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be wild?” she laughed at the very thought. “I really didn’t realize that I had it in. It’s way too small, and I forgot about it. There were boys in there younger than you!”

“You loved being watched!”

“I did. I loved the attention.”

“You are like Brunna then?”

“Ohth Jaethson, don’t be silly,” my Aunt performed a very exaggerated lisping baby voice reminiscent of Sylvester the Cat on Bugs Bunny cartoons. Gloria put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it like a dumb bimbo. However, she quickly began to fuck her face with her finger and act like she was going to gag herself with it.

I laughed, and she admitted that she hated it when Brunna did that. “I keep hoping she grows out of it.”

“You should put hot sauce on her finger every time she sucks on it. That’ll break her,” I joked.

“She doesn’t realize she is doing it, but I think sometimes she knows exactly what she is doing,” my Aunt removed her finger.

We were almost back to the RV, but we couldn’t see it. We were walking down a dark, narrow street. The K.O.A. only has single-lane roads in order to accommodate more campers. They were packed in line sardines, side by side at an angle.

“Oops, I dropped my towel,” my Aunt flung her towel on the ground and feigned an accident very poorly. “Pick it up for me, Pet,” she ordered while she stood there flat-footed and naked.