Tom drove back to his apartment with a plan in mind: make the place look livable so that Des doesn’t get on his case. He needed to break-down the boxes that had his things, assemble a small dresser he’s bought, and get the bathroom together.
“This this definitely gonna suck” he thought to himself, “I wish Des was here sooner so that she could do all this for me.”
Pzzzt
Tom’s phone vibrated.
He picked up his phone, and seen that Des had sent him a message. It read:
“I found a shortcut that saved me a few hours! I’m going to let myself in with the spare key you gave me, and help you get settled!”
“Holy shit, nice!” Tom exclaimed, happy that he just dodged about 3 hours of confusion and manual labor. He put his phone down and continued toward his apartment.
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Tom pulled into his complex and see his Aunt’s gray sedan parked in the guest parking. “Wow she wasn’t kidding. That must’ve been one hell of a shortcut.”, he thought to himself. He parked in his designated space, and made way towards his door.
Upon exiting the elevator, Tom could see that his front door was wide open, with a stack of cardboard boxes broken down, and a trash bag full of a random assortment of junk. He peeked his head into the front door, and called out his Aunt, “Aunt Des? Are you in here?”.
“Tom! Yeah I’m in your room, just finishing up on this dresser!” she called out front his bedroom, “Can you believe how intricate these instructions are? Who knew that there are so many pieces!”
He laughed. Des always found a way to complain about something. “I’m gonna take this out to the dumpster, alright?” Tom called back out, stepping foot into his living room.
“No, it’s fine! I got it, you should hop in the shower and get yourself cleaned off!” She said as she entered the room.
There she was, Tom’s beautiful, single Aunt who had raised him to become the man he was. She was dressed in workout attire, as tidying up an apartment proved to be a workout in itself. She had on black yoga pants, a tight gray shirt, and a matching sports bra (from what Tom could guess).
Des had a large grin on her face front seeing her nephew, but was also a bit sweaty from hustling and bustling around his apartment. He could see small droplets starting to form on her forehead, as well as a sweat patch forming underneath her bra, which usually happened whenever she broke a sweat.
“Hey there nephew!” She smiled, “ I don’t know if you want to hug me right now, I’m a little gross.”.
“I don’t mind, haha” Tom replied, stepping toward his Aunt with open arms. Tom usually never turned down an opportunity to embrace his aunt, as it gave him a perfect opportunity to feel her body again him. He loved the feeling of her soft breasts against his torso, as well as how her head felt in his chest. Upon hugging her, he could hear the sound of the sweat that was built up in her sports bra slosh around, which managed to slightly arouse Tom.
“Just step in the shower, and I’ll go take that trash out. I’m basically done anyways, the bathroom and your room didn’t take as much time as I thought they’d take.”, she explained.
“Sounds good! Let me know if you need help with anything!” Tom said, stepping into his room.
He gathered a pair of basketball shorts, some boxers and a muscle shirt to change into after his shower. When he went into the bathroom, he was amazed how neat and organized Des managed to make it be, without it all being too feminine. She really had a knack for interior design, because it looked a lot better than what Tom had initially envisioned.
He was cut the water on, and stepped in. Tom really enjoyed his shower time, because they were always a great conclusion to his days, whether they went good or bad. He knew that it was the one place he could always think things through or just have time to himself. He also used his private shower time as his jack-off sessions, because he knew that Des would never be able to catch him, and there was no clean-up required. He’d often think about the different women he’d seen throughout the day, and focus in on one, but when all else failed, there was always ol’ reliable.
Des.
Of course he felt some shame for masturbating to his aunt, as the post-nut clarity really made him feel guilty, it was hard for him not to think about her sometimes. She’d often wear these tight dresses to work that really gave his body a nice shape, as they always undoubtedly made her breasts look great. Even when she was wearing pajamas or random things around the house, she was still beautiful because her body made everything look great. Not to mention the face that she was always smiling, which made her look even better.
As Tom washed his body, he looked down at his member, and begun thinking of doing the deed. He hadn’t had time for a good session for a bit, due to the fact that he’d been so busy with moving and getting everything sorted out. He had been stressed out, and figured that he needed a good de-stressor. He rinsed the suds off of his body, and then rubbed shampoo into his hair, as per his normal routine.
Tom thought you himself, “Maybe I should, just to get it out of my system”, and that was all the motivation he needed.
He started to stroke on his member, as his mind begun to with thoughts of his Aunt, and his penis started to fill with blood. It took him a few seconds to wake his little guy up, sort of like how you have to let an old car run for a minute or two before you take it in the road. Tom was a grower, and in his erect state , he was slightly above average. Big enough to get the job done, but it definitely wasn’t something to write home about. His ex-girlfriend had always described it as a “boyfriend dick”, whatever that means. He’d come to terms with the size of his junk, but he had always imagined what it was like to have a pornstar-esque cock, hanging down his leg.
As he continued to focus in on his thoughts of his Aunt, his go-to scenario was one of her asking to shower with him, and all whatever that would entail. He’d wash her back, she’d wash his. Then they wash fronts et cetera, et cetera. It usually worked for him, and he was sticking with it.
His mind often teetered between his two fantasies, of having either his aunt join him or having his cock grow, so what happened next?
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