My mother was in the kitchen and called me over before I had time to go upstairs to the shower room.
"Richard," she said, "nip down to see your Aunty Susan for me will you? She's just been on the phone and she's a bit upset and I think she's started on the wine already and it's only six o'clock."
Aunty Sue, my mum always calls her by her full name of Susan, is mum's identical twin.
They both have long blonde hair, have blue eyes and are both tall, slim and attractive. Both have breasts which are about a 36C and they both have cute bums.
They did most things together, going on girlie shopping trips etc. and they graduated together from university.
They are forty-five year's old and mum had me when she was twenty-three and she has been married a while to my dad.
Aunty Sue, however, never had any children and was currently going through a messy divorce.
"Mum, why do I have to go? Can't you? She is your sister after all." I asked, "What's wrong with her this time anyway?"
Aunty Sue had been phoning mum regularly lately and I knew my dad would put his coat on when she did and fuck off out for an hour or so. Probably down the pub.
Mum would then end up on the phone for ages although she never seemed to get a word in. She's obviously a very good listener as she went for ages with the phone to her ear without saying much back at all except for huge occasional 'yes'.
"Her divorce came through this morning," replied mum, "and she's a bit upset about it even though she had been expecting it. I'd go myself but with your dad being away on business, I need to be in if he calls me."
"I need to shower first then," I replied, "and get dressed properly."
I had on just my running shorts, T shirt and my running shoes.
"Oh, don't bother about that," replied mum, "just get down there please. I'll phone her and tell her you're on your way."
Aunty Sue only lived a short five minutes walk away and when I got to her house the door was open and so I just let myself in like all the family normally did.
Aunty Sue was in the lounge sat on her sofa with a large glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other as she chatted away to someone. One empty wine bottle and another half drank bottle were on the coffee table in front of her.
"Hello Aunty Sue," I called, "mum asked to me to pop round and see how you are."
"Hello Richard," she said putting the phone down onto the coffee table, "I'm afraid I'm a little bit worse for wear. Take a seat and I'll pour you a glass of wine. We can get drunk together as there's plenty more wine in the house."
I sat down opposite her and she poured me a glass of wine. A large one!
I took a good look at her. Despite the obvious signs that she had been crying, she still looked attractive. She had on a white blouse that was slightly see-through which allowed me to see her really nice, lacy bra holding her ample breasts in a pert position and she also wore a short, red skirt. Her long legs were bare and by the way she was sat, I could see enough up her skirt to see her smooth inner thighs but I couldn't quite see her panties.
"I suppose your mum told you about that bastard of an husband of mine?" she asked. "Actually, make that the bastard of an ex-husband of mine," she continued.
"She did Aunty Sue," I replied. "If it's any help, I think he's a fool anyway. Why would he want to mess about with other women when he had a beautiful, sexy woman like you waiting for him at home?"
"Why Richard, that's sweet of you," Aunty Sue said, "even if you are just saying it to be kind."
I'd always had the hots for my Aunty Sue, she was incredibly sexy and she used to come round to our house a lot with her ex at weekends and I'd admire her breasts and arse and wonder what it would be like to fuck her but I always felt really uneasy about these thoughts as she was my mum's double. It was like saying I'd fancied fucking my mum.
We drank some more wine and then Aunty Sue got up to bring another bottle from the kitchen. When she returned, she adjusted the way she sat so that this time I could now see further up her skirt and could now see that she was wearing some bright red panties.
I took a large drink of the wine to pluck up some courage. "I wasn't being kind, Aunty Sue," I stammered, "you are beautiful and sexy. Very sexy in fact."
Aunty Sue smiled, put down her glass of wine and leaned forward so that her breasts were pushed in my direction and said "How sexy Richard? Tell your Aunty Susan how sexy you find her."
She was playing with me now. Too much wine I guess. I tried to change the subject but she wouldn't let me,
"Tell me how sexy you find me Richard," she continued, "because that bastard of an ex of mine didn't think I was, not with him going off with that tart! Do you know, he refused to have anal sex with me? What sort of man turns that down, eh?"
I was shocked and excited at the same time. Had Aunty Sue simply had too much to drink or was she being serious, perhaps even knowing about my feelings towards her?
"You are very, very sexy Aunty Sue. I've thought that for a few years now and always thought how lucky your husband was to have you, to touch you and to play with you." I stated, "There I've said it."
She shuffled further on the seat, opening her legs wider so that I was staring right at her red panties and I could see a damp patch developing where the thin material was covering her pussy.
"Do you want to touch this Richard?" She asked pointing down to her pussy, "would you like to touch it and play with it?"
She stood up and walked round the coffee table to where I was sat. She planted a sloppy kiss on my lips and put her tongue into my mouth. I responded to her and could feel my cock growing under my shorts.
She stopped kissing me and dropped to her knees. She slowly pulled my shorts and boxers down as I lifted my body up in the chair to help her.
"You have such a nice big cock Richard," she said after she had released it, "it's bigger and thicker than your dad's."
'Had I heard her properly? How did she know how big my dad's cock was?' These questions in my head soon disappeared though as she rubbed my cock before spitting on it and putting it into her mouth. Christ, her mouth was wet and hot and her tongue was licking up and down my shaft and flicking the tip.
I sat back as Aunty Sue sucked and wanked my cock then I put my hands behind her head to encourage her to suck it deeper into her mouth. As she sucked me she looked straight at me with those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
"Suck it, oh yes suck my cock." I heard myself saying.
Before I could stop myself, I continued with, "Suck my cock mum, suck it until I come, swallow my spunk mum."
Saying this turned me on so much that before I knew it I was announcing that I was coming and Aunty Sue just carried on sucking me and took all my spunk in her mouth before releasing my cock and then swallowing it all.
She then took a large drink from her glass.
"To rinse your spunk down." She said with a wink.