“That’s all pure bullshit Harry and you know it. You knew up front where you stood with Nancy. As far as Marge goes you don’t know why you never heard from her. She could have been in an accident and is in a coma in some hospital for all you know. And Becky didn’t bail out on you; you kicked her to the curb. Why couldn’t you have accepted what she said as the truth and then continued on? See if it ever happened again? I can tell from the way my niece is behaving that she very much wants to be yours. Why not give it a shot Harry? What have you got to lose?”
We both sat there in silence for several moments and then “Are you really good at pussy eating Harry?”
“Some girls think I am.”
“I like my muffin munched on so I’ll make you a deal. You give my niece another shot and if it doesn’t work I’ll let you play with it. It’s a can’t lose situation for you Harry. Think on it.”
She stood up and said “Music is playing again. Let’s dance.”
I swear every eye in the place was on the door when we walked in. Everyone wondering what Harry and ‘man-eater’ Aunt Abby had been up to? We danced to three numbers and then I walked her back to her table before returning to mine.
Fortunately Becky was out on the floor with the bride-groom to be so I didn’t have to face her questioning. At least not until later. Becky stayed out on the floor for another dance, this time with the best man. I was watching them when Becky’s mom pulled me off my seat and out onto the floor. It was another slow one and as she moved in close I tried to pull back a little (I have mentioned that the woman is a stone fox right?) but I felt her grip tighten so I just let things happen. She smiled when my hard cock poked her leg, but unlike Aunt Abby she didn’t say anything. At least not about the poking. What she did say was:
“What were you and my sister doing out on the terrace?”
I tried to be cute and said “She wanted my body, but I fought her off.”
“Don’t try that crap on me young man. In the first place we both know if Abby wanted you she would get you and in the second place Abby would never poach on a family members man and third, and by no means the least, Rebecca is Abby’s favorite niece not to mention that she is also Rebecca’s godmother and she would die before doing anything to hurt Rebecca.”
“She just wanted to know what my attentions were toward Becky.”
“That’s it? You were out there that long just answering a question?”
Something inside my head snapped and went instantly from enjoying a dance with a sexy woman who seemed to like my dick poking her leg to being pissed off by a bunch of overbearing females butting in on me.
“If you need to know what went on ask your sister.”
The music stopped and I started to walk her back to her table. She grabbed me by the arm and tried to hold me back.
“I’m not through talking to you.”
“That’s what they call a conflict Mrs. Courtney. You want to talk, but I don’t.”
I pulled loose and left her on the dance floor and went back to my table. Becky was there when I got there. The look on her face was one of disbelief.
“Did you just walk away from my mother and leave her standing on the dance floor?”
“Yeah. I guess that was me.”
“How could you do that? How could you be so rude?”
“It was easy. All it took was for me to get sick of the women in your family sticking their noses in where they don’t belong.”
“Is that what happened with Aunt Abby?”
“See? You too. Everyone just has to know about me and Aunt Abby. It isn’t anyone’s business except mine and Aunt Abby’s. Enough of this; let’s dance.”
“I don’t think so. You just managed to ruin the mood.”
“Oh no you don’t! Don’t be putting it on me. It was your pissy attitude when I sat down that got us here. Instead of jumping my ass you should have waited until you could talk to your mother and find out from her what went down.
Luckily I had driven from Uncle Aaron’s to the club so I stood up and Becky asked where I was going.
“You don’t want to dance and I don’t feel like just sitting here and drinking so I’m going back to my room” and I walked away leaving her siting there.
When I got back to the room at Uncle Aaron’s I debated on just grabbing my stuff and heading for home, but then I decided to be a responsible adult for a change. I’d brought Becky so I needed to be the one to take her home. Not that she couldn’t have handled it without any trouble, but what was right was right.
I was in bed and almost asleep when there was a knock on my door. I got up and went over to it and was reaching for the doorknob when I heard:
“Open up Harry; it’s Abby.”
I opened the door and Becky pushed past me and into the room. She spun around and pushed the door closed.
“I wasn’t sure you would open it for me, but I somehow knew you would open it for Aunt Abby.”
I still wasn’t fully awake and didn’t offer any resistance when Becky pulled me over to the bed and pushed me so I fell on my back. I’d just gotten enough of my wits back around me to say “What are you doing” but by then she was already doing it. Ever try to push a girl away when she was giving you a blow job? You have any better luck in doing it than I did? Maybe there are some guys who could do it, but I wasn’t one of them.
When she decided that she had me where she wanted me she pulled her mouth off me, climbed on me cowgirl and as she sank down on my erection she said:
“You can be such an asshole at times, but you are MY asshole and you need to get used to the idea Harry. YOU ARE MINE and I’m going to keep you if you like it or not!”
And then she fucked me. It wasn’t love making – it was pure-assed fucking! I looked up at her riding me and saw her tits bouncing around. I reached up, took hold of her shoulders and pulled her down to where I could get my mouth on them. Eventually I reached the point where I just had to get off, but it wasn’t going to happen in the cowgirl so I rolled her over onto her back and started driving hard. She’d gotten off twice in the cowgirl and she got off one more time before I got mine.