Revealing truth behind Aunt’s nick name – part 1

Hello guys, this is a story about finding real truth of Henry’s Aunt’s nick name. This is an incest story with 4 parts. everyone please read all 4 parts to get maximum pleasure. Enjoy

“Delayed!” Mom said, disgustedly while scanning the arrival board. “Just like her to make me have to wait around longer.”

“I don’t think Auntie maddy did that, Mom,” I told her from my spot on the end of the bench.

Peering around dad, she pointed at me, “Your aunt’s name is Madison”.

“She always says to call her maddy.” I explained.

“Because she doesn’t like to admit she’s an aunt and a woman in her late thirties. maddy is her slut name.”

“Stella.” Dad shook his head, “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“She’s my sister, and I call a spade a spade.” She crossed her arms over her chest and gave her blonde hair an indignant toss.

“She’s Henry’s aunt and she’s always been good to him so at least keep your cattiness to yourself.”

“Do I tell you how to talk about your sister, Paul?”

“I don’t call my sister a slut.”

“Because she’s not one.”

“Hey, mom what did aunt maddy…Madison,” I corrected myself “Do that was so bad?”

“You don’t need to know the details, just know she’s not a role model as an aunt or a woman.”

I started to speak, but dad had shot her a look and rolling her eyes, mom got up. “I’m going to grab a coffee.”

She walked away in a huff and dad leaned back on the bench.

“It’s going to be a long week.”

“Why does mom hate auntie?”

“She doesn’t hate her, she just…” he put his hands up, “They’re sisters and they’re very different. They were raised kind of old fashioned and mom stayed that way, your aunt?” Dad laughed, “Not so much.”

“That’s no reason to say she’s a slut.” I frowned, “Auntie’s always been good to me.”

“She has.” Dad agreed, “And that’s why I bought her a ticket to your graduation and told your mother that she’s not only coming, but staying with us.”

“Bet she was thrilled with that.” I grinned.

“It…” he laughed, “Let’s say it was cold showers for me for a week.”

“Whoa, I don’t need to know about that stuff.” I looked around to find mom and saw there were a few people in line ahead of her and figured it was safe for a few more minutes.

“So dad, what really happened with mom and Aunt maddy?”

“At least for this week it’s Madison, okay? Your mother never liked that nickname, especially since they had that argument.”

“What about?”

“Why the twenty questions, Henry?” Dad asked, “Your mother’s blow out with Madison was two years ago. Why are you just now bringing it up so much?”

“Honestly” I smiled, “Because you told me when I became a man we would talk a lot more and there wouldn’t be anymore, ‘you’re not old enough’.

“True.” Dad nodded, “So how about you don’t need to know?”

“I just think it kind of sucks.” I kept going, “Auntie used to be around a lot. I’d sleep over on the weekends and she would always watch me when you guys went away. Now she’s never around.”

“She also moved to Florida not too long after the argument when she bought the club down there. So it’s not like she’d be around a lot anyway.” Dad reminded me.

“I know, but for the last two summers she’s offered to fly me down for a couple of weeks and mom says no.” When he didn’t answer, I simply said, “I just miss her is all.”

“I understand,” Dad sighed, “Henry, it’s just something you really shouldn’t know.” He put his hand on my shoulder, “I know that’s a shitty answer. You’re a man now and I know you think you should know everything.”

“Exactly.” I told him with a smile.

“But it’s kind of dicey and I think mom’s right to keep her issues with your aunt from you.”


“Let’s just say it might change how you look at her.”

“Oh.” I frowned, “She’s not into drugs or…”

“Nothing like that.” Dad said quickly, “She’s not a bad person and your mother might be overreacting, but… There might be something to it.”


“Important thing is Henry. I’m on your side with this. I insisted Madison stay with us for a few days before your graduation and maybe her and your mom can work things out. So how about you let it go at that?”

“Okay, I get it” I flicked my wrist and made the sound of a snapping whip.

“You’re going to get it smartass.” Dad said, but couldn’t help laughing.

I winked, and turned around, scanned the lobby of T.F. Green. I enjoyed people watching; well more specifically girls watching. Being a warm June day there was some pretty good eye candy wandering by in shorts, short dresses and tight little tops. While watching a tall slender brunette walk by in a pair of fuck me sandals and shorts that exposed the tips of her ass cheeks I wondered what Auntie would be wearing.

I knew that wasn’t a normal thought for a nephew to have about his aunt, but she sure as hell wasn’t a typical aunt. Aunt maddy-who she would always be to me- had originally earned that nickname back in college when she had decided not to work with mom at their parent’s diner.

Instead she went to work as a cocktail waitress at a strip club and eventually became one of the dancers. Going by the name of Nikki maddy, Auntie had become the clubs most requested dancer and unlike the other strippers who were into the drug scene, Auntie banked most of the money she made.

Once she’d finished college, she kept dancing and eventually managed a club before buying one with three other women down in Florida. At this point she still stripped, but very rarely and by special request and for ridiculous amounts of money.

My parents had no idea Auntie had told me this nor did they know I had once overheard mom make a crack to auntie she knew she did a lot more than dance for that money. Auntie’s reply had been, “I had it, and they were willing to pay for it, why not?”

That comment had never ceased to turn me on and once I’d heard it, the already occasional dirty thought about my hot aunt had led to some all out taboo fantasies. I overheard another conversation once when I was at her house during which my auntie had told someone those days were over and she was a business woman.

She’d then added any fucking she did now was purely recreational and had laughed. Just hearing her say that in the slightly raspy phone sex purr she spoke in had caused a sea of images a nephew shouldn’t have about his mom’s younger sister.

Especially seeing that even in her mid thirties when I last saw her, Auntie still looked as if she could swing from a pole and make top dollar. To say she was good looking was like saying Donald Trump had a couple of bucks to spare. I stopped thinking of auntie long enough to return the smile of a cute redhead who had slowed up when she walked past me. She gave me a pretty long look followed by a playful wink.

I started to get up to see if I could start some small talk, when a guy who had been walking behind her, caught up with her and took her hand. I sat back down and heard dad say, “That could have been interesting.”

I glanced over to see him grinning at me and shrugged. It sounded like a bad thing to say, but looks ran in the family. Auntie was smoking hot and my mother was a lot prettier than she put herself out there.

Mom dressed and acted conservative, but got more than her share of looks on the beach and had the same long light brown hair and smoldering brown eyes as her sister. Of course, Aunties smoldered with a come hither look, while mom’s was usually because she was pissed at someone.

I had the same big dark eyes, but had dad’s thick black hair. I worked out as much as I could and was told I had a great smile and good sense of humor. I couldn’t be too bad looking as I could usually find a date without too much trouble, but so far hadn’t met anyone that I’d really clicked with.

Sitting back on the bench and watching for auntie, I let my mind wander back to when I used to stay at her house when I was younger. Auntie was always a lot of fun. As high strung as mom was, auntie was that laid back. She would take me to whatever movie or sometimes concert I wanted to; never telling my parents. She’d feed me cold pizza for breakfast and take me shopping where she bought me whatever my parents said I couldn’t have.

But as much fun as she was, Auntie was serious about one thing and that was school; always asking what my grades were and once refusing to take me for the weekend because I failed to study for a test and did poorly on it. She said education was everything. I once brought up how she made her money and with a smile she said, “Education taught me how to manipulate and get what I needed with what I had.”

Auntie had a lot that was for sure and was never shy with showing it. I could never admit it to my parents, but once I hit the age of knowing what I was looking at, the trips to auntie’s house were even better than before. Not only would she generally wear revealing outfits while out and about, but when home she would walk around in slinky little tank tops or silky camisoles with satin shorts that looked like they should be underwear.

I used to have to struggle not to let her catch me looking because whenever she bent over my eyes would be glued to her ass or her impressive tits that looked ready to fall out of her little shirt.

Maybe it was because I was her nephew and she figured I didn’t look, but Auntie saw no need for a bra at night and her nipples were always visible through her flimsy attire. Glancing at dad as if I was afraid he could read my mind; I thought back to the best part of those last few months of weekends spent with Auntie maddy.

From the time I was a kid, Auntie always had a huge TV in her room, first a big one on the bureau then a nice flat screen. Auntie loved to watch movies in bed and eat popcorn and used to let me sleep in her bed and watch silly comedies or cheesy horror movies all hours of the night into the morning.

As I got older she continued this tradition and I never thought anything of it. That was until she would shut the TV off and go to sleep and I would lay there staring at her scantily clad body. There was not a lot to Auntie’s night attire; usually the same type of skimpy shorts and tops she paraded around in at night.

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