I never enjoyed heading home for events, but my step-father was turning 75, so that was a good enough reason. My mother had married again later in life, long after I’d left home, so Dave was more my mother’s husband than a parent to me, but we got on well enough.
His kids and grandkids from his first marriage were going to be there as well, so there’d be enough for me to do. Helping got me out of entertaining Dave’s bitch daughter Carol and listening to her complain about her ex. Like I gave a fuck about her ex? As far as I was concerned he was the luckiest man in the state. My mother was happy because she would have someone to tag-team Carol with, which was always appreciated.
Carol had brought her youngest with her, 19-year-old Brian. I guess the older ones were as interested as mine were so didn’t bother coming, but that was fine. We didn’t all have to suffer.
Brian was a good-looking teen, of 5’9”, a slim swimmer’s build, with brown hair & eyes, and a nice tan. It looked like he tried to stay away from his mother by helping out too, so it wasn’t just me.
At first, I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw him staring at my ass from behind when I caught a glimpse of him in the dining room mirror. Just the idea of him checking me out made my pussy tingle a little. It’d been a while by that point, and at fifty, any discreet attention was welcome.
When we were together in the kitchen, I noticed he had a hard time talking to me, and he always seemed to be looking at my boobs when he did. They’re pretty great, so I get that a lot, but his shyness and awkward glances at my tits were making me horny. I love being admired, and he was pushing that button alright. I managed to give him a bit of a show without making it too obvious by bending a little lower than I had to give him a better view down my sweater.
When I did catch him once, I gave him a knowing smile, crooked my head slightly, letting my look ask, do you like? He bolted from the room, but I’m sure he liked.
With the party winding down finally, Brian was asked to go out to the garage, clean up the garbage, put the folding chairs away, and organize the recycling. I gave him a couple of minutes before slipping in behind him with some empty beer and pop cans.
The garage was dim, and I could hear Brian in the corner cleaning up the recycling on the other side of my mother’s van. He hadn’t heard me come in, so I quietly rounded the van and came up behind him. My nipples tightened at the thought of what I was about to do.
“Brian,” I said quietly.
He jumped at my voice. “Were you checking your auntie Teresa out?” I’d always teased Dave’s grandkids by joking I was their auntie Teresa.
“Well… I, no, I… um….” He stammered, flushing bright red.
I moved closer to him, almost pressing against him.
“Would you like a better look?” I whispered huskily.
Brian nodded slightly but looked a little confused. I gently guided him behind the van and unbuttoned my sweater. I wasn’t wearing anything under it, and the cool air touching my breasts made them break out in gooseflesh. I had made sure to slip my bra off once I’d hatched my little plan, knowing he’d be alone in the garage.
Brian quickly looked around to ensure no one could see us, then reached up and cupped my breasts in his warm hands. I’m sure Carol would rip our heads off if she saw us. Putting my head back and moaning, I chuckled as I leaned on the van, thinking of Carol. Fucking bitch.
Once he had both tits in his hands the poor dear seemed like he had no idea how to proceed from there. I leaned in and kissed him, softly at first, then claiming his mouth with my own.
It only took a moment before Brian understood I was giving him a backstage pass to Teresaland, and he started pawing at me like an animal. His hands were soft and warm and eager, and I moved even closer to give him a better purchase as he enthusiastically explored my ass and chest.
After we parted our lips, Brian went down to my nipples. Sucking, licking, even nibbling at them lightly. I drew in a shaky breath as he circled one nipple with his tongue and caressed the other breast with his hand. He was certainly a fast learner! One of his hands went around to my ass and pulled me in while he tried to suckle at my entire breast, pulling it into his mouth and ravaging it with his tongue with a hot intensity.
I took his other hand off my free boob and slid it down my belly into my pants; unbuttoned my jeans as we went. I pushed his hand onto my cunt and his seeking fingers did the rest, quickly finding my opening and probing me gently. His hand gyrated in me, teasing my clit when he could find it, and he started to rub up against me. I knew he would be ready when it was his turn, but right now, I was lost to the pleasure his fingers were bringing me.
I felt his fingers go deeper, finding my pussy’s inner folds, and navigate into me. I was so wet! Brian moaned when he felt my juices flow down his fingers as he plunged into me. It didn’t take me long, between his fingers hooked around to probe my g-spot while his thumb ran circles around my clit, for me to orgasm.
Everything went white — the whole world — and I put my hand to my mouth to stifle my cries of ecstasy.
With just a moment to collect myself, I reached down and put my hand against his cock through his shorts. Brian gasped and put his head back. I plunged my hand into his shorts and boxers, and took him out.
No sooner had knelt on a box when I felt him pulse and throb, so I quickly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. He exhaled sharply and then shot his load into my mouth as I engulfed him. I let him fuck my mouth as his sweet, warm cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much of him as I could, made sure to suck his slender cock dry before standing up.
Brian looked a little embarrassed for coming so soon, but I smiled, grabbed a paper towel from a shelf, and wiped his still dripping cum from my chin and chest.
“Better?” I asked as I did up my sweater and jeans.
He nodded, grinning like a fool.
“Good, aunty Teresa didn’t want to be the only one to have all the fun!” Leaning in for one last kiss I pushed just a little salty cum into his mouth wiht my tongue. Squeezing his dangling cock, it grew harder at my touch.
“We’ll save that one for later, sweetie,” I said, turning away with a sly smile, and headed back into the house.
This trip won’t be so bad after all, I thought, passing Carol in the hall, not bad at all.
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