Kathy Harris - Horny hot aunt

"I can't understand that!" Mandy cried, forgetting her resolve to keep her voice down so their son wouldn't hear their argument. "After everything I've just said to you… you tell me that you won't be home until late?"

"I can't help it, Mandy," Carl said, throwing his hands out in a gesture of helplessness. And it was true. To have his soul the man couldn't help it.

"You bastard!" Mandy screamed, her eyes blazing with rage.

"Mom! Dad!" a familiar voice said through the bedroom door. "What's going on? Is everything okay in there?"

Husband and wife stood silently, facing each other. Mandy flashed a hostile look in Carl's direction as she turned and picked up her nightgown from the foot of the bed. She hurried to the door and opened it a crack.

Staring out, she saw the young, tanned face of her good-looking son.

"I'm sorry, Will, honey," she said softly, smiling warmly at the teenager. "I know, we were getting a little loud but everything is fine. Why don't you go on downstairs and put the water on for coffee? I'll be down in a few minutes."

"Sure, Mom," Will said.

Mandy closed the door and turned to face her husband again.

"He's not used to us fighting, Carl. He's used to us making out like crazy in front of the television set. And he's used to us sending him on some phony errand, anything to get him out of the house so we can fuck in front of the fireplace. And that's what I'm used to, too, Carl. Don't you understand? A week without fucking for you and me… it's just not natural! It's not us. And the way you've been avoiding looking at me…"

"I gotta go," Carl said, unable to listen any longer to the words he knew were true.

"Carl…" Mandy said in a voice so grave that Carl pawed, his hand on the bedroom door, his back to her.

"I meant what I said earlier. If you don't come home early tonight so we can talk, I won't be responsible for my actions," Mandy said.

"I can't, Mandy. I wish I could, but I just can't," Carl said as he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

"Then you can go to hell!" Mandy cried at her husband's retreating back.

"Are you sure you don't want another waffle, honey?" Mandy asked her son.

"No thanks, Mom. I'm going to be late for school," Will said as he shouldered his athletic jacket and opened the back door. "Are you and Dad really okay, Mom?"

"We're just having a rough time right now, Will. It happens with all married couples," Mandy responded, trying to convince herself as much as her son.

"Is it about sex?" win asked.

Mandy's eyes widened and her throat went dry before she could answer her son.

"Why do you ask that, Son?"

"Well, you know I'm taking sex education now and our teacher said that sexual problems are the main cause of, uh, friction between husbands and their wives," he said.

"Oh," Mandy said faintly. "Well, don't worry about it."

"That's good," Will said with a sigh of relief. "I know how much in love you two are. I don't want anything to come between you."

"That's really sweet, dear," Mandy said with a smile and she stood up and put her arms around her son's youthful body.

He was developing a set of broad shoulders, and muscular thighs. His arms had gotten meatier too and Mandy realized that the boy would probably become a football jock, like his father.

She felt a strange stirring deep in her pussy as she embraced her son and, embarrassed, she pulled away. But Will reached out and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"You're a great mom," he murmured. Mandy smiled and crossed her arms under her huge tits. She saw her son's eyes move to her chest and then he swallowed hard.

She glanced down and saw that her movement had made her tits look even more prominent through her sheer nightgown and, feeling nervous suddenly, she uncrossed her arms.

"Well, you'd better go or you'll be late for school," she said, her gaze shifting away from her son's.

"Uh, yeah, right. And you have to get to the spa," the boy said thickly as he moved out of the door, his cock semi-hard.

Mandy sighed and quickly did the breakfast dishes. Then she went upstairs to the master bedroom where she dressed for work. As she left the house, she felt a surge of gratitude for her job, which she enjoyed so much. Hopefully it would take her mind off her troubles, for the time being at least. As she drove toward the spa, she remembered that this was the day when her sister, Ronnie, was due for her weekly visit to the spa and her spirits lifted. Mandy and her sister were very close and she could always count on Ronnie to cheer her up.

In her tights and leotard, Mandy looked years younger. Her dance and exercise classes amounted to only a part-time job but that suited her needs just fine. She and Carl were doing very well financially and she believed that her son was at that difficult age when he needed a mother who would be home most of the time after school and on weekends.

"Hi there!" Ronnie called out cheerfully as she walked up to her sister. On her way to the massage room, she was wearing only a towel.

"Hi, Ronnie. I'm glad to see you. How are you Mandy asked with a welcoming smile?"

"My shoulders and back are killing me! Too much tension. I'm dying for a good massage and then some steam," Ronnie said.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry but Katie went home sick a little while ago," Mandy said, referring to the young girl who usually did the massages at the health spa.

"Oh, slit!" Ronnie cried.

"Listen, Ronnie, I'm not a professional masseuse but I know how to give a good rub. Why don't I do you instead? You look like you could really use it!" Mandy said, smiling at her sister.

"Great! I'll go on in the massage room and lie down on the table and wait for you," Ronnie said, returning her sister's smile.

In the dressing room, Mandy pulled the leotard down over her big tits and wiggled her shapely ass out of her tights. Grabbing a large towel, she headed toward the massage room, wrapping the towel about her otherwise naked body as she walked.

As she entered the massage room, Mandy felt strangely excited about the idea of massaging her sister's naked flesh. She didn't know what was going on with her but her little pussy was most definitely getting hot and wet.

The room smelled of lotion and heat and naked flesh. Ronnie was lying on her belly on top of the high massage table. She was wrapped in white sheets and her head was resting on a pillow.

Licking her lips excitedly, Mandy began the massage.

"Mmmm, good," Ronnie murmured appreciatively. "You do that really well."

"Thanks, Ronnie. Your skin is so beautiful," Mandy responded, her voice sounding thick to her own cars.

"Coming from a gal with a body as gorgeous as yours, that's a real compliment!" Ronnie said with a brief laugh.

"Thanks, kiddo. You can roll over now," Mandy said.

Ronnie rolled over, revealing a pert set of full, rounded tits, which were smaller than her sister's but still bouncy and sexy. Her nipples were soft and dark-pink and Mandy found herself staring at them for a long time while her pussy grew hotter and wetter.

"I wish they were as big as yours," Ronnie said, following her sister's gaze. "I think you've got the biggest, sexiest tits I've ever seen. Carl's a lucky man!"

"Thanks," Mandy mumbled, feeling suddenly sad at the mention of her husband. I wish Carl felt so lucky about my tits or any part of my body for that matter, the woman thought dejectedly.

"Don't feel embarrassed, Sis," Ronnie said misunderstanding Mandy's reaction. "If I had a body half as gorgeous as yours, I'd show it every chance I got!"

"I think your body is beautiful, Ronnie," Mandy said sincerely as she felt more cunt juice pour from her pussy and trickle down her thighs.