The last days of vacation
Waiting a whole year for leave, getting it—which is a rare thing in their military unit—coming home, and now seven out of ten days are already gone, with nothing to remember. The first two days were a drinking binge, meeting friends and relatives. Then mother took him to grandma's; two days in the village passed to the honking of geese and the barking of chained dogs. They returned home, that's it, no more diversions, just girls. To dream of such days for so long, and to strike out—the guys back at the unit will laugh at me. The first day he dedicated to old acquaintances, and struck out. Some had gotten married, others had left, others had let him know not to count on them. And one more on the side.
The second day, trips to entertainment venues; here he met a girl, it was clear she was easy with the opposite sex.
After drinking, jumping to rhythmic music, the newly formed couple went out onto the night street, and then the girl felt sick. Turns out she hadn't just been drinking alcohol; an ambulance took the failed happiness away with them, there was no mood left, he'd seen enough post-narcotic grimaces. Okay, tomorrow we'll try again, hoping for the best. Woke up around lunchtime, got online, registered on one of the social networks, and finally, luck—a wonderful girl, a free dacha, where after a short walk around the city with a stop at a cafe, one could go for an overnight stay. Agreed on seven in the evening. Washed up, shaved, dressed up, put on cologne, eleven magnificent white roses—the girl is worth it.
She didn't come. Wanted to throw the bouquet in the trash, but changed his mind, I'll give it to mother, let the old lady be happy. Should I hire a prostitute? Disgusting! Better to get drunk. Went into a store, bought a huge bottle of vodka. Hid it, tucked it behind his belt, covered it with his jacket; mother goes to bed early, I'll wait until she falls asleep, and then get drunk. But it wasn't mother who opened the door. Aunt Lera opened the door. She had been the wife of mother's brother, had been, because about five years ago she divorced him, but with mother they hadn't spoiled their relationship. Aunt Lera. She had once been, in the time of teenage dissatisfaction, a secret dream. He had even played with his dick once, while looking at a photo of Aunt Lera in a swimsuit. Understanding the chasm between them, he took no action to make the dream a reality. Then girls came along, Aunt Lera, as a dream, seemed like a boyish foolishness.
And here she is.
— Hello, nephew, mom went on a two-day work trip, her boss, the bastard, even accepted that you came on leave. She asked me to look after you. Oh, what a bouquet! Who is such a delight for?
— For you.
— Oh, thank you, I understand that the one it was intended for didn't come, but it's still nice.
Aunt Lera took the bouquet and went with it to the kitchen, and he watched her go. She was wearing mother's robe; Aunt Lera was a bit taller and a bit fuller than mom, the robe was short on her and perfectly hugged those female curves that had once so delighted him. How old is she now? She's younger than mother, and mom is forty-four; if she's forty, then for her age she's still oh so something. I wonder, did she remarry after divorcing uncle? And what the hell difference does it make to me, the chasm between us hasn't gotten smaller, and her feelings for me are only maternal. He took off his shoes, pulled out the bottle, went with it to the kitchen, put it on the table.
— Now that's a bomb! Who are you planning to blow up?
— Well, you and me, we'll blow up. I'll change now, we'll have dinner.
He glanced at the monitor; aha, she wrote, sorry for God's sake, had to leave urgently for three days, I'll come back, we'll meet, I'll explain everything, kisses. Well, yeah, come back in three days, straight to the unit. We'll talk there. He changed, went to the kitchen, but aunt had set the table in mom's room. At the small coffee table, it was comfortable to sit only on mom's bed, and they sat side by side. Drank, had a snack, talked, had another round, then another. He told jokes, she laughed, not forcedly, simply, unembarrassed, even though some jokes were spicy. He fell silent for a moment and began to examine Aunt Lera carefully. And still, despite her age, she's good. Bright, plump, moist lips, above the lower lip a neat row of white teeth. Large, gray eyes, a wonderful eyebrow arch, huge eyelashes. Nose, a normal nose, everything is wonderful, despite the light web of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
— What's with you!
She saw him examining her, she felt a bit uneasy.
— What did you see!
— Nothing, Lerochka, let's have another drink.
Damn, he called her by name, without the "aunt" prefix, and she wasn't embarrassed by such address. He poured both shot glasses but raised them himself.
— Lera, I want to drink with you to brotherhood.
— What for, we've been on informal terms since the first day we met.
— It's about something else. You are a wonderful, remarkable, amazing woman, you are a magnificent woman. Every man dreams of kissing such a woman. And I have no other reason for you to kiss me. Don't deny a foolish underdeveloped boy his foolishness.
— Wow! Of all things, I didn't expect such proposals from you. So that's how it is, nephew. You want me to kiss you? I don't even know what to say.
She took the shot glass from his hand and drank.
— So that's a no?
She didn't answer, she stood up, walked to the window, opened it. On the windowsill stood an ashtray, and there were cigarettes. His mother sometimes smoked. Aunt Lera lit a cigarette; the cigarette in her elegant fingers trembled slightly, the smoke betrayed the trembling of her fingers. Idiot, he scolded himself, what was he hoping for, God forbid she tells mother. A seducer of ladies of a certain age. Around her, men probably swarm with proposals, and he, a snot-nosed, unfinished kid with five rubles in his pocket and a liter of unclaimed sperm.
She finished the cigarette in three drags, closed the window, drew the curtains.
— Come here.
Now she'll slap me too, I deserve it; he got up, took a couple of steps toward her; she was biting her lower lip and wringing the fingers of her right hand; he offered his cheek and closed his eyes. With that same cheek, he felt her hot, ragged breath; he turned to her and immediately drowned in her kiss. How long it lasted was unclear, but no matter how long it lasted, it was still not enough.
— Is this what you wanted?
He opened his eyes. She stood nearby, her right hand tousling the nape of his neck, and her eyes, large gray eyes, were filled with desire.
— I want more, more, more...
He reached for her, but she fluttered out of his embrace. Stepped back, sat on the bed.
— So, if I understood you correctly, the kiss is just the beginning of your game, which you decided to play with me today, for lack of an alternative.
— Why do you say that? Aunt Lera...
— Lera, I like that better, — she interrupted him, — And I don't care; if you want to sleep with me, then I agree, and I don't care what reason you have for it. Turn off the light.
He rushed to the switch, turned around; aunt was already naked, taking the blanket off the bed. In seconds, he stripped off all his clothes and slipped under the blanket where she was already waiting for him. They merged in a long and passionate kiss; their tongues explored each other's mouths; their saliva, meeting, boiled; they trembled; he wanted to press against her breast, but she stopped him.
— Later, all caresses later, now just there, I'm languishing.
He hovered over her; he wanted her elegant fingers to guide his stallion, roaring from tension, in the right direction, but she pressed his buttocks down, making it clear, go on, act yourself; with one hand he found that place on her body, moist and hot, where he should insert his stallion, wanted to caress it a bit with his fingers, but she stopped him again.
— Later, all later, if you want, you'll get everything you desire, but now there, just there!
He wanted to slowly enter her vagina, but she abruptly moved to meet him, while pressing hard on his buttocks. He entered her to the hilt. He expected anything but
such a delightful state; with her crotch she absorbed him completely. He drowned in her entirely, without a trace. He didn't even understand what he needed to do; like a teenager experiencing a woman for the first time, he was confused; he understood he had to do something, needed to move, but he was afraid to move because he understood it wouldn't last long. And so it happened; prolonged abstinence led to quick ejaculation. He got scared; he didn't bring her to orgasm; she would lose interest in him. However, the first strong jet from him caused something indescribable in her. She trembled all over, a drawn-out moan escaped her, and her womb suddenly filled with some abundant moisture, and that wasn't his sperm, but something else. She moaned, held him on her, and continued to move frequently and quickly to meet his penis. Finally, she stopped, lifted his head from the pillow, kissed him firmly on the lips.
— Are you going to get out, or will you stay in me like this until next time? He weakly fell back next to her on the bed.
— Aunt Lera, Lera, Lerochka, you are amazing; it's as if until today I had no idea what a real woman is, what real pleasure from a real woman is. You are an angel, Lera; I don't know how I'll live further without experiencing such happiness.
— Enough talking, nephew, go take a bath and cool off a bit. Or do you want to end it all here?
— What are you saying? Morning is still far away.
The second time also didn't last long; with the caresses of her lips and tongue, she quickly brought him to a state after which orgasm follows shortly. Sensing this, she easily jumped on him, absorbed his penis with her loose, hot, and moist vagina. A few thrusts, and he again ejaculates with a joyful moan into her in tight streams of sperm. She didn't experience an orgasm, apparently still recovering from the previous, so stormy one.
— And how much of this joy is in you? Pouring it into me by the liters; soon it'll flow out of all my holes. What's wrong, are you upset?
— I wanted it to be good for you too, but it didn't work out.
— What, won't there be a continuation of the banquet? Dried up?
— No, what are you saying, I'll rest a bit now, rinse off; God loves a trinity.
They lay on the bed; the time was already around three in the morning; they had just thanked each other with another round of joys that a man and woman receive from each other, and for him, it was the fifth time.
— Are we going to sleep tonight? Tomorrow we need to put your mother's bed in order, or she'll have a stroke when she sees all the stains on the sheet.
— We will, if you only say that tomorrow we can enjoy each other again.
— And why not? The main thing is done, all boundaries crossed; why backpedal now, sleep, nephew; you've screwed your aunt like no one else ever has. She got up, walked around the room, turned off the light, returned, lay down next to him, turned her back to him, placed his palm on her firm breast, took a deep breath.
— It's a pity, a pity you never dared to climb on your aunt earlier, so much time lost.
— Did you really feel that the teenager wanted you?
— Of course; if you had been as old then as you are now, I would have certainly arranged this evening and this night earlier. By the way, mother doesn't know I'm here today, watch it, don't accidentally spill the beans.
He woke up at twelve o'clock, carefully extricated himself from her embrace, emptied his bladder, went to his room, checked the computer.
"Hello, it turned out that I came back, we can meet today, waiting, kisses." Well, yeah, to exchange such a woman for a young chick, no way! Lera, Lerochka, my dear, we have no time for sleep, I'm ready, where is that mole on your pubis, I so want to kiss it, I so want to kiss what's below that mole.