Aunt Theresa's Revenge

Summary:A young man continues his sexual relationship with his black sheep Aunt. All characters involved in sexual situations are 18+.

Content/kinks:Age gap, Mature, Aunt/Nephew, sexting, blowjob, pregnancy risk, hidden motives, fucking for an audience

Blood was ringing in my ears. I could barely hear my Mom talking, my heart was beating so loud.

"Theresa is not a good person," Mom said. "Ever since she was younger, it's been like that. She's very pretty, and men have always fallen all over themselves around her, but she's rotten. You know she got one of her professors thrown out of her college? Yeah. Her psychology professor. Freshman year. Married, too. Yeah."

"Tim was married," Dad said, nodding at a spot on the table between me and Mom. I was hoping he would bail me out. So much for good cop, bad cop.

"That's right," Mom said. "Tim was married. She split up that marriage, and then kept running around on him, anyway. The old fool. He should have divorced her. Look at him now. She put him into an early grave."

"Jill..."

"What?" Mom said, snapping at Dad. "It's true. Oh, Tim was an idiot. Split his family up only to wear horns for a few years before her behavior broke his heart. Literally."

Mom sobbed, and Dad stood to get a box of tissues from the counter. I just sat there, stomach churning, cheeks burning, that picture on Mom's phone stamped on my brain. That evil little smile she gave the camera.

Dad placed the tissues in front of Mom, and she took one, dabbing her eyes.

"You know she worked as a prostitute?" Mom said.

"No way," I said.

"It's true," Mom said, nodding at Dad for support. "Tell him."

Dad sighed.

"It's true," he said. "That awful second husband of hers, Pat. Her old high school boyfriend. He pimped her out."

"Oh, she liked it," Mom said. "The little slut."

Aunt Theresa? A prostitute? They were just talking shit, I thought. Mad at her for what she did, obviously. But saying whatever they could to make me not like her.

"Look, Tommy," Dad said, turning his hands over on the table and finally looking at me. "I get it. I was 18 once. Pretty older woman throws herself at you..."

Mom sobbed again. I cringed, my elbows on my thighs, my face in my hands. To think they had just reconciled, too. And I had fucking ruined it.

No, I thought. Aunt Theresa had.

"It's hard to resist," he continued. "But, I mean, you know it's wrong, right? She's your aunt. She's a blood relative."

"She's evil, is what she is," Mom said, crumpling her tissue up and taking another. "Her ownnephew. I mean myGod..."

She looked like she wanted to puke. My whole body felt hot. I was sure my face was beet red. Part of me was angry they didn't seem to think I had anything to do with it, that I was just some kid getting taken advantage of.

"Please tell me you at least wore a condom," Mom said.

I exhaled through my nose, my hand covering my mouth.

"Oh God," Mom said, covering her mouth, too. She scrunched her eyes shut for a second and took a deep breath. "I forbid you to see her again."

Dad took a deep breath like he was going to say something, but just rubbed Mom's back, sinking into his chair.

"I forbid it," Mom continued.

"I mean..." I started.

"Tommy..." Dad said.

"No, go on," Mom said, her eyes dark, her lips thin. "Say what you were going to say."

"I just... I know it was wrong, and I'm really sorry, but... Aunt Theresa's family... and she's not all bad..."

"Oh, please," Mom said, tossing her hands up, throwing her tissue to the table. "Why? Because she has a pretty face? Because she wears those little skirts? Dresses like a girl half her age? Gets into bed with her 18-year-old nephew? Don't be stupid, Tommy. Don't think with your... penis."

I chortled.

"It's not funny," Dad said.

"It's sick," Mom said. "It might even be illegal. I have half a mind to call the cops."

"Mom..."

"And she made you lie to us," Mom said, pointing her finger at me. "You said you were going to a friend's house. You lied. So I changed my mind. Iammad at you."

I sucked my teeth. It was all I could do not to start crying in front of them.

"You know what?" Mom said. "She did it to punish me. Yeah. I told Nestor all about her. He was smarter than Tim, at any rate. Couldn't get it annulled, but at least he got away with only losing some money. At least he didn't end up like Tim. Dead at 60, or whatever."

That was just like Mom, making it all about her. It was hard to believe, anyway. As much as Mom and Theresa might have had beef, you don't just go fuck your nephew to get back at your sister. Nobody did that. And blaming her for Tim was crazy. He was a Wall Street guy. He worked all the time, got a lot of stress from work. That's what did him in. Not Theresa cheating on him, or whatever Mom claimed she did.

You didn't die from being cheated on.

"It's not like that," I said.

Mom nearly choked.

"What," she said, nearly spitting, "do you think she's inlovewith you?!"

The thought had crossed my mind. Before all this, anyway. It felt stupid to say so, now, so I just sat there.

"This is what she does," Mom continued. "She leads men on. Manipulates them. She's a... she's a vampire, is what she is."

The picture flashed in my mind again. The smile. Maybe she was a vampire.

"Delete her from your phone," Mom said. "And block her number. Actually, give me your phone. I'll do it."

"I'll do it," I said.

"Give me your phone,now," Mom said, "or I'll stop paying for it."

I tossed the phone and crossed my arms. It clattered to the table, and Mom and Dad shook their heads a little bit while Mom took it.

"What's your code?" She asked.

I hesitated, crossing my arms, but it was no use. They had me by the short hairs. She'd see the texts, if she wanted to. The pictures. Nothing too explicit, and I thanked God I hadn't sent her that dick pic the other night, but still embarrassing.

"1-2-6-9-8-7," I said.

She'd be able to read her jacuzzi reference, I realized, cringing again. Wouldn't be too hard to figure out what that meant. But if Mom saw it while she tapped on the screen, she didn't say anything.

"I'm keeping this until you go back to school," she said. "And you'd better believe I'll be getting records from Verizon, so I'll know if you contact her again."

There was another week of holiday break before I went back to campus. Even if Mom was tracking my phone records, it would be a cinch to get Theresa's number from my phone's blocked list and contact her from the internet or something. Then, I could get some real answers.

"We're not mad at you," Dad said. Mom snickered. "You didn't know. I mean, you should have known not to, you know... but, you didn't know everything, and that's on us."

I nodded, crossing my arms so tight my ribs hurt.

"She's sick," Mom said, shaking her head. "Sick and vindictive."

"It's for your own good, Tommy," Dad said. "Trust us. Theresa's bad news."

I spent the next week in the house, playing computer games and trying to act normal around Mom and Dad. Things were weird, though. Every conversation was short, and it felt like Theresa was there in the room with us. I needed to talk to her, but I had no way of getting in touch. I didn't know any of her socials, if she had any. I was afraid to even Google her name from my laptop, in case Mom and Dad could see the Wi-Fi traffic. I didn't know if that was possible, spying over Wi-Fi, but I didn't want another lecture.

Mostly, I was mad. Mad at Theresa. Mad at Mom and Dad. Mad at feeling like I had been some kind of a pawn in whatever game Aunt Theresa was playing.

But I just couldn't believe there wasn't more to it than that. Theresa would have to have been the world's best actress to fool me like that, if she didn't feel anything. Or the world's biggest psycho.

A week later, I nearly sped the whole way back to campus, a four-hour drive from our house on Long Island. I had like a thousand notifications from my group chats, when I got my phone back, and barely read any of them. I could only think of getting onto the campus network and getting in touch with my Aunt.

Finding her number was easy. Even though my new phone had ported over all the old phone's data, including all the spam numbers I'd blocked over the years, hers was the only one with a 516 area code. Child's play, really. My parents had underestimated me.

I found a webapp that let you send texts through data, and pecked out a message, typing up and deleting all sorts of shit before settling on something straight and to the point.

"It's Tommy," I said. "Mom blocked your number, this is an app. Please text me here or better yet e-mail me."

I gave her my personal e-mail and hit send. Verizon might be able to give Mom my text history, but they wouldn't be able to give her my e-mails, I didn't think. You needed, like, a warrant for that.

An hour later, after I got back from dinner at the cafeteria, a new e-mail popped up in my inbox.

"Tommy!" It began. "It's so good to hear from you, you have no idea! So, your Mom blocked my number, huh? I was worried something like that might have happened. Or worse, that you were mad at me."

I hunched over my desk, reading Theresa's e-mail, my blood boiling. Where did she get off?Worryingthat I was mad?!

"Look, I know I screwed up. I didn't even remember sending your mom that picture until I saw it again later when I texted her to ask if anything had happened to you."

Mom hadn't mentioned that Theresa had texted her. I wondered what else Mom hadn't told me.

"But let me explain. I had so much fun with you on New Years Eve. Not just, you know, the naughty bits, but hanging out with you on the couch, watching the countdown special, making fun of the performers. It was the perfect night. I was so happy, I could barely sleep. I was also pretty drunk. That's no excuse, I know, but I'm just laying it all out there."

"Your mom and I... it's complicated. It always has been. Maybe I was thinking in my own messed up way that if we were together, it would help bury the hatchet. Or failing that, that she'd see she couldn't keep happiness away from me forever. It seems crazy to say now, and believe me, I've run through it thousands of times in my head the last week when I thought I'd lost you, when you didn't answer my calls or respond to my texts. Tommy, I must have called you a hundred times this past week, trying to explain myself. I was hurting so badly, thinking that I'd hurt you, that I'd done something to turn you away from me. That I'd lost you forever. It was my own doing, I know that. But it hurt so bad."

As I read the e-mail, my head spun. These didn't sound like the words of an evil woman, or whatever Mom had called her.

"I should have known your mom wouldn't understand. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so happy. I wasn't thinking straight."

Embedded in the e-mail, after this last paragraph, was a picture.

Theresa lay naked on the bed, one arm holding her phone high above her, the other covering her tits. Her legs were clamped shut, one knee slightly higher than the other, that dark triangle of pubic hair pointing down to her pussy. The lighting was low, but you could see it clearly against her pale skin. Her face was cropped out of the picture, but there was no doubt it was her.

"I know I shouldn't be sending you pictures like this," she continued. "I'm trusting you not to share it, even though I know I already betrayed your trust. But hopefully this shows you that I mean it when I say I'm really sorry."

"I get it if you never wanna talk to me again. I guess that's what your mom wants. I hope it's not what you want, but I get it. I just hope someday you can forgive me."

"Love always, Theresa."

I sat at my desk rereading her e-mail, staring at that picture. She really was so hot, and her words made sense, kind of. I had been happy too, that night. Not so happy I was gonna tell Mom about it, and I didn't know what Theresa was thinking, thinking that telling Mom we hooked up might improve their relationship. But the idea that I'd made her crazy with love or whatever seemed reasonable. Women got more emotional about that stuff. I mean, she hadn't said she loved me, or anything. But clearly it was more than just sex.

She was right about one thing, though. Of course Mom wouldn't understand. She and Dad were so hung up on it being wrong, they couldn't even acknowledge there might be attraction there. I mean, I was a handsome guy. I'd gotten laid on my own, thank you very much. Theresa wasn't trying to get back at Mom. Mom was just being crazy, and Dad was being all beta and just going along with it. Probably jealous. Theresa was way hotter than Mom. Anyone would have said so.

It was all becoming so clear to me. Theresa wasn't the sick one -Momwas.

"Hey Aunt Theresa," I replied. "I forgive you. I wasn't even mad, to be honest. I was a little confused I guess, and I got in a lot of trouble. That part sucked. But it's cool. They said some pretty mean stuff about you and Uncle Tim, but I'm sure it didn't go down like that."

I thought about her picture and opened it up again, zooming in on her sexy little bush. I hadn't even eaten her out yet, and I started to wonder if she'd let me, the thought of it making me hard.

"And thanks for sending that picture. You're sooo hot. You're hotter than any naked woman I've ever seen, in real life or the internet. You'd be the hottest girl on campus by far."

I was rubbing my dick through my pants, looking at her picture, looking at the little webcam lens at the top of my laptop. My roommate was out. I opened the camera app and stood up, dropping my pants to my thighs and pulling my dick out, jerking it off a little bit to get it nice and hard. Turning to the side, I looked for the angle where it would look the biggest, moving a little closer to the screen to assist. I wondered if I should shave. I read that might make it look bigger. A few taps later, I had a couple to choose from, and picked the one I thought looked the best, my dick angling up, my roommate's desk in the background.

"Here's a picture for you, too," I continued. "This is what your picture did to me, if you need some inspo for sending more."

I finished the e-mail as she had, signing off with her same words.

"Love always, Tommy."

Sending the e-mail felt like a rush. Not only had things worked out with Theresa, but it was the first time I'd ever sent a picture of my dick to anyone. I always worried about girls sharing them with their friends, or worse, putting them up on the internet for everyone to look at. But Theresa wouldn't do that. I felt a little pang of panic, realizing that she'd already sent my Mom a picture of us, but then I got over it. She wasn't likely to do that again.

Theresa responded quickly, this time with a video attachment.

"God, your cock is a thing of beauty," she said. "I've been staring at it and playing with myself ;). I miss you. When can I see you? I could come up to your campus."

I sat up and looked around my dorm room. Campus was only a couple hours' drive from her place, but it was hard to imagine her up here. We'd have to tidy up, and even then, it was still a shitty little dorm room. And what would I tell my roommate? Hey, could you sleep somewhere else tonight so I can fuck my hot aunt? I guess I could tell him she was a family friend, or something. Maybe Theresa might think it was fun, pretending to be someone else.

While I thought about the angles, I remembered the video attachment and clicked it open. I recognized Theresa's bedroom, and the camera panned down. She was fingering herself, and I connected my headphones to the laptop, hearing her fingers squishing in her pussy for a few seconds before the video ended.

My shirt was off and pants were down in a flash, and I turned my own camera on, pulling the laptop to the edge of the desk and angling the screen down so only my chest and crotch were visible. I leaned back in the chair, watching her jilling off and recording myself jacking off. She was so fucking sexy, and I wished there were more angles to the video. I wished I could see her face, hear her say my name. I came on my chest, watching her video looping, and stopped the recording before I cleaned myself off.

"You don't want to come up to campus," I said. "It's far and there's nothing to do. Well, there's one thing to do ;) but I have no classes MLK day next week. I was maybe gonna go skiing with some friends that weekend but I could come see you instead."

I attached the video, opting for full size. I didn't want it compressing and being all grainy.

"And here's a video to go with yours. Maybe we could do it live some time. I have a webcam. Do you? Your phone probably works, too."

"Let me know about MLK day. I'd love to visit. I think there are some couches we didn't fuck on yet. Love Always, Tommy."

The first week back at school dragged slowly as hell, especially once Theresa agreed that I could drive down that weekend. There were other long weekends to look forward to, too. Spring break. Summer.

She sent me whole galleries of spank material, too, that week. She had all sorts of crazy lingerie and modeled them all, asking me to pick my favorites. It was hard to choose. She looked so hot in everything, but my favorite was probably the frilly black set with garters and stockings, especially when she wore them without panties, her bush framed by the garters. She was the hottest chick in the world, and I couldn't believe my luck. I told her I wanted to fuck her with the rest of the lingerie on, just no panties, and she was into it.

Our schedules made it too hard to find time to video chat, especially with my roommate around all the time. But it was probably for the best. It just made me look forward to the real thing so much more.

At least she started recording longer videos. Talking in them. Telling me how badly she wanted my dick inside her. It was wild hearing Aunt Theresa's voice saying those things, even after everything we'd already done. She told me it was the best dick she'd ever had, that it felt so good in her pussy. I told her she was the best I'd ever been with, too. Girls my age just kinda lay there. And they didn't have sexy lingerie like Aunt Theresa.

They didn't have big, beautiful bushes.

The whole thing had put some pep in my step, I guess you could say. Theresa had plans Friday night she said she couldn't break and asked me to drive up Saturday, so I went to a party on campus with some other friends of mine, the ones who didn't go skiing. There were some pretty cute girls there, and ordinarily I'd be trying to hook up, but with Aunt Theresa to look forward to, I could play it cool. I think it worked in my favor, because a couple of girls were all over me at the party. I think it drove them nuts that I wasn't all that interested. I didn't want to waste my load. I hadn't even jacked it since Wednesday, even though I wanted to. I wanted to save it up. I wanted my first load to be huge.

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I woke up at ten on Saturday and hit the showers, scrubbing my whole body nice and clean, spending like a whole two minutes on my dick and balls. After shaving my face, I put on a nice pair of jeans and a crisp white tee, grabbed my duffel and coat, and I was off. Cruising down the highway with beats blasting, it felt like I was king of the world, striking out on my own like a man, Mom and Dad be damned. They might be able to keep tabs on me while I was at home, but at college? I was free.

If only the weather were little better. About halfway to the city, I hit some wintry mix and needed to slow down.

There was free parking on the street near Aunt Theresa's condo and I found a spot after circling the block, running to the condo with my arm over my hair, blocking the mix of rain and sleet. A different security guard was at reception. I gave him my name and said I was there to see Theresa Nelson. He buzzed up, and a minute later I was in the elevator. I looked at my reflection and smiled. Not even three weeks later, after Mom had forbidden me from seeing Aunt Theresa again, and here I was. I had won. I'd be winning all weekend long, I thought, and if New Years Eve was any example, the winning would commence for real in only a couple of minutes. I was hard just thinking about it, and massaged my dick through my pocket while the numbers ticked up to Theresa's floor.