Maybe in a million years

This is a new story called “Maybe in a million years” let’s begin…. had worked as a Paleontologist for most of my adult life. Nearing thirty, I had already seen and traveled to more exotic places than most would over their entire life-time.

I loved my work. But it had left me very little time to develop any serious or long term relationships. Not that I hadn’t had my fare-share of women here and there. I had. But there was really no time for any permanence in my life at the moment.

I’d been working on a new site in Guatemala when the telegram arrived. It was from mom, short…sweet and to the point as I’d come to expect from her. I had to take a moment to think back to the last time I’d even seen her, or come for a visit. Nearly five years now since I had done so…and only then because dad had passed away due to a long suffering illness. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my mother, but she and dad seemed to constantly be at odds around one another, which made whatever time I spent with either one of them less than enjoyable. And once again, the news I’d just received wasn’t good either.

“Xavier. Uncle Fred passed away suffering a heart attack. Sophia’s coming here to stay with me for a while. Next time you’re in town again, come by. Would be nice to see you again. Love mom.”

Like I said, short and sweet…to the point. But it was what she hadn’t said that intrigued me. One of the reasons I hadn’t spent as much time with my folks as I might have, regardless of their constant bickering, was the fact there had been a bit of a family scandal years ago. If I hadn’t left when I did to begin my new adventure in life, my Uncle Fred would have no doubt killed me.

I had just turned nineteen at the time. I was still in the process of trying to decide which school to attend to begin my new career. But prior to doing that, I’d been invited to participate with a dog not too far from home, something I was looking forward to doing. Gain some much needed experience for one thing, but for another…to actually get away and out on my own. As such, mom and dad had more or less put together a going away party for me.

A few friends, family…including my Aunt Sophia and Uncle Fred. Needless to say, the alcohol flowed that evening, plenty of wine and beer…too much so for my Aunt Sophia who had become pretty intoxicated during the course of the evening. Not that I wasn’t feeling it myself, but what happened after that I can only blame on the free-flowing booze…my Aunt’s very real attractiveness, and the fact that I was still a typically horny nineteen year old kid.

I had just entered the upstairs bathroom in order to take a leak. I had caught movement out of the corner of my eye just prior to doing that, glancing back and saw my Aunt slowly weaving her way towards me down the hall. Like I said, it was obvious she’d had a bit to drink herself, but I didn’t think much more about it. After all, I had gotten there first. Standing over the toilet, I whipped out my cock in preparation of taking a pee when she knocked on the door.

“Hurry up there!” She called out. “I need to pee too!” She added.

I don’t know why it is…maybe it’s just me, though I’ve since discovered that several men can become “pee-shy” for whatever reason. But the thought of my Aunt standing there listening to me urinate suddenly made it even more difficult as I stood there struggling…trying to make it go. Which of course is when she simply barged in rather than waiting outside any longer. Unfortunately, the lock on the door had broken years ago, and dad had never gotten around to having it fixed.

Saw no real point in it anyway as there was another bathroom downstairs, and a half bath in their bedroom…also down stairs. And though this really wasn’t my own personal bathroom, it was the one I always tended to use as my bedroom was just down at the end of the hallway.

I was still standing there, holding my dick in hand when Sophia suddenly barged into the room. I had simultaneously just managed to start peeing when this happened, so it wasn’t like I could just shove it back inside my pants without pissing all over myself. I tried turning, just a bit off to one side, calling out to her as she came stumbling in, just managing to reach the sink clinging to it without falling over as she boldly looked down at me, dick in hand.

“Aunt Sue!” I just managed, red in the face for one thing, though all she did was laugh.

“Ain’t like I aint seen a man’s prick before,” she slurred slightly. “Though admittedly, not sure I’ve seen one that big before,” she giggled more to herself suddenly reaching out towards me of all things. Though thankfully, I had managed to stop peeing, even though I was far from being finished as I stepped back suddenly, out of reflex and self protection more than anything in an attempt to actually keep her hand from finding me. When I did that however, I stumbled, stepping back into the shower stall nearby.

The small ledge caused me to fall back, where I luckily just managed to catch myself before falling flat on my ass inside the shower itself. All this did was cause my Aunt to laugh however, as she suddenly pulled down the slacks, along with the panties she was wearing, and lay claim to the toilet I’d been trying to use.

The problem with that was…she’d forgotten to lower the seat. Suddenly she’s half disappearing down inside the bowl, totally taken by surprise and now as shocked as I was at the somewhat comical events taking place here. Me standing there with my dick sticking out, my Aunt, bare-assed now half wedged into the toilet bowl.

“Well don’t just stand there gawking at me Xavier!” She cried out. “Help get me out of here!” She demanded.

She was waving her arms wildly, motioning for me to come over to her, not to mention half yelling as she did. At least there was enough noise downstairs to cover her sudden cry of alarm, or so I thought anyway, as I hurriedly moved towards her. More as a measure of shutting her up as opposed to actually helping her I suppose. The last thing I wanted was for someone to come rushing in, and find the two of us like this.

Hard enough trying to explain that let alone anything else. Which is basically what actually happened. Grabbing her hands, I had expected to pull her up and out of the toilet. Slightly off balance myself however, she pulled instead, bringing me crashing into her. The next thing I hear is her saying, “Ah ha! Gotcha!”

Before I even realized what was happening, my Aunt suddenly got my dick inside her mouth, sucking it. Her hands now dropping mine, and clenching onto my ass, pulling me even more fully into her. I had hardly any time to react to what was happening. My thoughts suddenly go in a million directions at once.

For one…believe it or not, this was my first EVER blowjob! Though at the time, I’m not sure it really qualified as one. But the fact my dick was actually inside a woman’s mouth, even if she was my aunt, was enough to cause me to stand there stupidly for a moment, just taking this all in. Secondly…and not that anything had ever happened between us prior to this, growing up…I had always had a bit of a minor crush on my aunt. Not something I had ever actually acted upon, but she hadn’t exactly helped in that department either

. About the time I had hit some level of maturity…my Aunt Sophia had taken a bit of a sadistic kick out of teasing me, even flirting with me a little. There’d been brief, subtle glimpses down her blouse…things like that when I knew damn good and well she hadn’t been wearing a bra. And I swore she knew it too, allowing me these quick peeks, a knowing look and a smile right behind that. The occasional brushes up against me, kisses on the cheek or forehead as she allowed a lingering caress of breast against my arm.

My sexy looking aunt had become a major portion of my masturbatory fantasies back then. She really was sexy looking, though hating to admit it, so was mom. Though she had put on a few extra pounds over the course of the years, mom too was still an attractive looking woman. Both sisters with dishwater blonde hair, curvy figures, more than ample bust lines…which again, my Aunt Sophia seemed to enjoy flaunting in my face whenever she had the chance.

But up until this moment…it had never gone beyond any of that. Certainly not with me standing there, my cock in her mouth as she sat there, still half-wedged inside the toilet bowl, with her slacks and panties down around her ankles as she sat there sucking on it.

Which is when the fucking bathroom door opened once again.

Apparently…even with the noise going on down below us, my mother had just managed to hear my Aunt’s cry for help. Ascending the stairs, she had taken a moment more to inform my Uncle that she’d just heard her sister’s cry for help. So he too then had followed her up the stairs in search of my Aunt. It had taken a moment for them to figure out where she was…even laughing about it as they opened the bathroom door.

No doubt already well aware of her somewhat inebriated state and expecting something…just not what they found as they suddenly stepped into the room. Me…head slightly tossed back now, hands on my Aunt’s head, fucking her face as she in turn sat gobbling my cock.

Needless to say, the sounds of their laughter suddenly fell silent as the sound of my mother’s voice suddenly crying out, as she said “Oh my God! Xavier!” And then my Uncles, right behind that…”I’m going to kill you…you…you, mother fucker!”

Needless to say, the party ended at that point, and it’s safe to say, I barely escaped from the house with my life, thankful for mom who had somehow managed to throw herself between the two of us before he could grab me. I jumped into my car and headed off to a friend’s house where I spent the next two days more or less hiding out. Eventually I came home again after my Uncle had calmed down enough and quit looking for me.

There was of course a bit of a row between my mom and her sister as well, not to mention my father, who was almost as upset with me as Uncle Fred was. I think everyone was more or less really relieved when I finally left on my new life’s adventure the following week.

In time…all was more or less forgotten, and never really discussed again until several years later, and then only really in passing the last time I had come home for a brief visit after dad had died. I had of course run into my Aunt Sophia again back at the house during my father’s wake. Luckily for me…Uncle Fred was away on business and hadn’t been able to return for the funeral in time. It was at first awkward, seeing her again, even after all this time.

The only reference being made, with a small knowing smile once again, was when I had headed off upstairs to use the bathroom again. And then hearing my Aunt say, “I need to go too…only this time, I think I’ll use the one downstairs.”

Nothing more was ever said about it. And now, here it was…several years later after that as I stood there with the telegram in hand, telling me my Uncle had died.

It was time to go home for a visit again.


As it was, it still took me three days to make arrangements to leave the country. I didn’t bother replying to the telegram. Mom would know that I’d eventually make it home when arrangements could be made so I didn’t bother telling them when I might be there, or how…or when I’d arrive. A few days later I was standing in front of the home I had grown up in, paying the cabby and watching the taillights in the still dark morning as he pulled away. Not too surprisingly, there weren’t any lights on in the house, but it was early yet.

I figured that mom, and my Aunt, if she was indeed staying there, were still fast asleep. And though I no longer had keys to the house on me, I knew where mom kept a spare one in case she lost hers, or locked herself out.

I headed towards the back of the house where I knew the planter would be that hid the spare key. Rounding the corner, I was surprised to find that there was a light on, coming from the kitchen area. So…someone WAS up after all. I started to head towards the back door, when I caught movement just then, mom coming into the kitchen from the other room. I stopped dead in my tracks when she did that.

She was obviously talking to someone, though what she was saying I couldn’t hear. Her movements animated, even laughing as she came into the room, turning leaning against the kitchen counter. I was taken in at the changes I saw. She actually looked younger than the last time I had seen her.

Nearing sixty, she looked far younger than her years, certainly less aged than the last time I had actually seen her. She had obviously colored her hair again, more her normal color, or the way I once remembered it, perhaps adding to that. But it was the even more obvious change that suddenly filled my eyes that had me standing there, gaping at her with my mouth open.

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