“It’s so nice today,” he heard his mother say, just barely paying attention.
There are few things more wonderful than bright sunlight beaming through the deep green forest. It’s been quite sometime since he has taken a walk, thanks to a drunk driver, and all he wanted was another chance to stroll through the trees.
A few miles from the nearest town, this one long and winding back road was the only access point to their destination. It’s a dream of his to own a property such as this one day, but money talks and college was on the horizon with the shadow of debt looming over like a Cthulhu entity; American instead of cosmic, however.
Looking up from his game, he felt the car slowing and peered over his mother’s shoulder to see a gate blocking the way. Not much has changed out here since he was here a few years ago. He went back to his phone and he could hear his mother dialing on her own.
“Hey, girl. We’re here if you wanna let us through,” she said, then hanging up.
The gate clicked and started to swing.
“That woman sounded like she had been running a marathon,” she said. “Forty four and still going at it.”
“Who? Aunt Amy?” he said, distracted.
The car was moving again and he stuffed his phone into his bag.
“Funny that you still call her that,” his mom said with a smile. “She might not even remember.”
Coming around a long bend, he looked across the massive lawn, perfectly cut with a seamless diagonal pattern and spotted what looked like a Porsche, bright red and gleaming. As they got closer, the car was confirmed and next to it was a cream-white Chevy Avalanche, shiny and decked with chrome detail.
“You see that truck, Mom?” he said with excitement. “God damn.”
She hit him with a glare through the rear-view mirror. “Language, hey? She’s surprisingly frugal. I would buy something way more expensive than that.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
The area was surrounded by trees except for a dirt road that dropped off from the yard and went around back. Who knows what kind of goodies were back there. He would have to make sure and get a full tour of the place when he was settled.
Just then, he saw fire red waves swinging back and forth as she descended the long wooden deck ramp. His eyes were glued to her fantastic body, taking an interest in her yoga attire. The light blue sports bra and tight pants were starting to make him breathe a little heavier and his mom popped the door open, interrupting his tunnel vision.
“Haaay!” Amy shouted, bouncing down the drive way, waving.
His mother did the same thing and he opened up while they embraced for the first time in a long while. Amy and his mom have been best friends for 20-plus years. Their careers started similar, but went in different directions. Instead of award-winning actress, his mom is an award-winning sound engineer. Both of them succeeded, so it worked out.
“So glad you guys made it safe. Bit of a drive,” Amy said, heading towards the trunk. Passing by him, she caught his gaze and smiled big, her eye brows snapping up. “Hey, Tim!”
Amy took a step back and leaned in for a hug and there was nothing going to stop her. He was enchanted by those bright blue eyes.
“Long time no see, Aunt Amy,” he said, wrapping his arms around her glistening back.
She pulled away and quickly pecked his cheek before letting him go. “My goodness, you’re all grown up now. Time is flying!”
He felt the shivers from her kiss rattle him and he smiled back, “I’m old now.”
Amy and his mom both scoffed and busted out in laughter, heading to the back of the car. “I’m not old, but your mother is,” Amy giggled.
“Whoa!” His mom cried foul. “We are literally the same age.”
The wheelchair was out and Amy rolled it next to him. Stepping up, his mom was there to assist, but he latched onto the door and lifted himself out into the chair with a small grunt.
“Good?” Amy said softly.
“Yea, all good,” he replied, slamming the door in frustration.
The women glanced to each other with a frown and it got quiet for a moment.
“Well, you two, I have to get to LAX quick like,” his mom said, pulling bags and setting them to the side. “Thank you so much, babe,” she said, giving Amy a hug.
“Oh, you know that’s no problem,” Amy said, smiling. “I’m the only one here for the whole weekend. We’re gonna have fun.”
“Timothy, you call if you need anything,” he heard, looking that way.
“Have a good trip, Mom,” he said.
“See you soon, Mary,” Amy waved.
As she backed out to turn around, Amy went for the bags.
“Got enough to get up that ramp, Hun?” she said, concerned.
“Yeah, I got this,” he said, rolling that way.
Amy knew everything about his accident and she pushed his mother to sue the driver for everything he was worth. He hasn’t seen her in many years and she acts like it was yesterday with the way she soothes him with her voice.
“I have pizza coming,” she said, moving up behind him with his luggage, “I know Hawaiian is your favorite.”
He looked away in disgust.
“We can’t be friends anymore.”
Amy pulled her large glass door and ruffled his hair before going inside, laughing. “You won’t break up with me over pineapples.”
He fixed his bangs and looked around in awe at her beautiful house. The wooden interior was the perfect match for the forest that surrounded them. He glanced over the pictures of her family and different animals stuffed up onto the walls. It was spacious with lots of room to move around.
“It’s familiar, but so much has changed,” he said, following her back to his old guest room.
“Aw, thanks. Not always worth the trouble, but hey, I’ll sell it to you,” she joked, sitting bags next to the bed.
“Done deal. You take debit card?”
“Nope, but the delivery guy does. Thanks for buying, babes,” she spun away out of the room with a wink.
He wheeled himself into the hall way and looked around. “Did I just get tricked into buying the worst pizza ever?”
Freezing for a moment, he caught her stripping her top away, revealing a generous side boob before disappearing into a room. Reappearing shortly after, she came out in a white shirt and a hip hugging pair of booty shorts that immediately grabbed his attention as she passed by, holding onto that big apple bottom with just barely a sliver of cheek showing.
“You’re still a picky eater, huh?” she laughed.
“I’ve grown up more than you know,” he pointed at her, shaking his finger.
“Is that right?” she chuckled, heading towards the front.
As he watched her pull a scrunchy from the counter and put her hair up into a high swinging ponytail, his shorts started to tighten up. She had always been a goddess to him but this… this was different.
Day 1: Evening
The pizza came and went just as fast as it arrived. Since Amy doesn’t like social media, he caught her up on some of the latest going on in his life, besides the accident, and they showed each other some funny videos on the internet. They quickly bonded through laughter and he felt good being able to hang out with her again. He was able to convince her to let him try her very nice wine and they quickly shared a bottle.
With a movie in the background later, he was lounging and playing on his phone while Amy read a book. Even though he couldn’t feel it, he enjoyed the fact that she had her toes nuzzled underneath his thigh, staying warm. It was a bit puzzling, though, how they were both so comfortable so fast. Just around the time where he was thinking about it too much, he realized the pressure in his lower body.
“So, I’ve needed to use the bathroom since I got here,” he said, turning to her.
Amy glanced up a couple times before her eyes stuck and she looked confused. “I… just watched you go about ten minutes ago?”
“I was trying to play cool and hold it,” he admitted. “I can’t find anywhere to hold on to in there.”
Amy perked up and smacked his arm with her book. “You butt! Oh my gosh, I could have done something to help. Why are you waiting until now to tell me?” She popped up and grabbed his chair. “C’mon.”
He lifted up and shifted into it. “Toilet from a science fiction movie,” he mumbled.
Amy pushed the back of his head before leading him down the hall way. “I will admit that it’s not very accessible.”
She lifted the lid and prepared to bring him up. “Ready?”
“I could have sat, but I kinda have to stand,” he said.
Amy cocked her head at the vagueness and smiled. “Pee-pee going to touch the water or something?”
She hooked her arm around him and he pushed up, leaning on her. Due to the weight loss after the accident, he was a shell of his former self and Amy was more than enough to hold him.
“Don’t look,” he said, pushing on his shorts.
“Yes, sir,” she smiled, not closing her eyes. What Amy saw next put a lump in her throat and her mouth fell open.
The meaty stalk was visible just under his neatly trimmed bush and the floppy shaft spilled out continually, much to her amazement, until it dangled freely. He wasn’t hard and it was the longest she had ever seen outside of porn. She watched him grab it and felt his gaze, causing her to clear her throat and close her eyes quickly. She heard the splashing and after he was done and covered, she helped him back down.
“Gettin’ close to bedtime for me, I think,” she said, breaking her own self-inflicted tension.
He nodded and rolled over to the sink. “Yeah, same. Been a long day.”
Amy peeled away to head out. “Long… yeah, long it has been. Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
“Thanks,” he said, washing his hands.
“No problem,” she smiled, stalling before tapping an open palm on the door frame. “Goodnight.”
Tim was undressed and up in his guest bed, naked and confused just a few minutes after he caught Amy staring at his penis. He looked down at it and couldn’t believe how hard the whole ordeal made him. Wrapping a hand around it, he tugged it and thought that it would be fine to jerk off even though it wasn’t his house. Amy’s room was upstairs, so no harm, he figured. It’s his mother’s best friend, but he couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful and she was being so nice.
Lewd thoughts came quick and he sat back, stroking his pole and thinking about Amy’s yummy lips around his long fat dick. He wanted that porcelain skin up against him and those lovely red strands in his lap. He couldn’t pump his hips and he’s never had his cock sucked, but he imagined holding her there and filling her throat with it, over and over, listening to her slobbering on it. He mumbled to himself, fist pumping top to bottom. His hefty balls were juggling up and down inside that fat sack, ready to empty up into Amy’s mouth.
“Knock, knock,” he heard. A light spread through the darkness of the room as the door was cracked open.
“Yeah?” he said, without thinking, panicking. “Wait! Hold on!”