Ethical Moral Dilemma: Part 1
Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right.
By regularguy 13. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Thursday, Feb 13th
Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his two daughters and their families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away.
They were at his eldest daughter's house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a divorced woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College.
Sitting across from them was his other daughter, Breeze, and her family: her husband, Bill and their son, Arlo.
The group had enjoyed a good meal.
Harvey Fielding said, "I stand here a proud and happy man. These get-togethers are too short and too infrequent."
His family murmured their agreement.
He continued, "Congratulations Meadow, on being recognized by the National Association of Women Lawyers for the mentoring program you run for high school girls."
Everyone raised their glass and congratulated her. Then Harvey said, "Congratulations to Arlo for his scholarship to my favorite school, Randolph-Macon College. If I say so myself, it is an excellent institution of higher learning. I am pleased that you're planning to major in Philosophy and Ethics."
Breeze laughed and said good-naturedly, "Father, it looks like you won. Arlo has your temperament. I tried to develop his artist side, but he has none."
"Wendy caught that bug," Meadow said with a laugh. "Maybe you and I should trade kids."
Breeze was a talented artist. She inherited that skill from her mother. Like her mother, Breeze could draw, paint and sculpt. She and Bill earned their living selling the art they produced.
Harvey dramatically lowered his voice and said, "Arlo, happy as I am that you'll be joining your cousin Wendy at R-MC, unfortunately, I have to report that the quality of the teaching staff there has diminished significantly recently."
He was kidding and everyone knew it. They all laughed. He had retired from the college last year after thirty years of teaching philosophy and ethics.
He waited for the laughter to die and then said, "And lastly, let us say bon voyage to our travelers. Breeze and Bill are off tomorrow for a well-deserved, ten-day vacation to St. Bart's. While they are having fun in the sun, the rest of us will be suffering through a cold and dreary Virginia February."
Breeze said, "I'll send you all photos from the warm and sunny Caribbean."
"No thanks," Harvey chirped. "I don't need to see pictures of you two naked."
The family laughed. Bill and Breeze were artists, but they weren't free spirits. Everyone knew them to be serious, shy, quiet souls. They would never frolic naked on a beach or anywhere else for that matter.
Harvey waited until he had everyone's attention and then he said, "I will close the night with a quote from a brilliant philosopher." He raised his glass and said, "To alcohol: the cause of, and solution to all the world's problems. At least so says Homer Simpson."
Cheers and laughter broke out. Everyone raised their glass and drank.
^^^
After the meal, Bill and Breeze said their goodbyes. They had to catch an early flight out of Baltimore-Washington Airport and they were spending the night at a hotel near the airport.
Breeze hugged her boy and said, "Enjoy the tour of the campus and sitting in on some classes. Promise me you will talk to the other students." She looked concerned.
"Ah Mom," Arlo whined.
Arlo took after his parents. He too was a shy person. He was naturally quiet, but it was more than that, he was awkward around people and uncomfortable to engage with them. He was not a "people person" and had never had a lot of friends.
His behavior was partly due to his timid nature. His upbringing also contributed to his demeanor. When he was young, he only had limited opportunities to interact with other children. He hadn't attended regular school. He was home schooled.
His parents taught him what they thought was necessary and let books supplement their efforts. He became a big reader and gravitated to ethics because it was a field of study that suited his nature. He could read and think and pursue it alone.
Arlo's opportunity to connect with other kids was hurt by his family's nomadic lifestyle. The family was forced to move to follow artistic projects. He was always the new kid in town and he often moved before anyone got to know him or he got to know them.
His parents prayed he would outgrow his shyness. They hoped that college would be that time.
Wendy was the next person to say her goodbyes. She was returning to school.
"Bye Mom," Wendy said. "My sorority is having an event."
Meadow knew that was code for "I have a party to go to". She was fine with that. Wendy was a good girl and she kept her grades up. However, she felt they should give her nephew an opportunity to attend the party.
She said, "Wendy, why don't you take Arlo with you?"
Wendy was planning to hook up with her boyfriend. She didn't want to be stuck with her nerdy cousin. However, she knew she couldn't object outright. She decided to roll the dice and invite him. She was betting his shy nature would cause him to decline.
"Arlo," Wendy asked brightly. "Would you like to go? There's a party tonight. Lots of people will be there."
Arlo started to sweat. Crowds and parties scared him. He stammered as he responded, "Ah. Ah. No, thank you. Gramps and I were planning to discuss ethics."
Wendy smiled. She was happy her plan had worked and she when off to the party unencumbered.
Meadow cleaned up and headed off to bed. It had been a long day for her.
Harvey and Arlo had an enjoyable time discussing philosophy and ethics. Harvey played the role of professor. During their conversation, he asked,
"Arlo, what does it mean to be good."
Arlo spoke clearly. He was comfortable talking to his grandfather and very comfort talking about ethics. He gave the textbook answer. "To be honest, courageous, respectful and concerned about others. To be a good citizen. Obey the laws, protect the environment, be informed and be involved with society."
"Why should we strive to live by these standards?" the old professor asked.
"Our world would be unpleasant and chaotic if we didn't. We'd be miserable if everyone lied and cheated and was mean to each another. If people acted on their baser instincts of greed and self-interest, we couldn't build a functioning society."
"Do you believe the goals of humans are joy, happiness, and contentment and the best way to achieve these goals is ethical behavior?"
Arlo nodded.
"I agree also," Harvey said. "Now, how do we get there?"
They discussed different versions of ethical theory. Arlo was a proponent of one theory. His Grandfather favored another.
Harvey summed up his argument this way. He said, "As you know, in consequential ethics, the outcome determines the morality of the act."
Arlo interjected, "For you, the end justifies the mean. Do you really believe there are no standards of behavior that should be upheld?"
"Yes and no," Harvey conceded. "What makes an action right or wrong is the consequences of the action. Being truthful is a noble goal, but I believe it is okay to lie sometimes."
"But a lie is a lie," Arlo stated. For him, everything was black or white.
"Yes, a lie is a lie," Harvey agreed. "But a lie can be a good thing. Consider this scenario, an overweight wife asks her husband if her butt is too big. Which is the better choice? If he's truthful and says "Yes, dear. You're fat." He hurt her feelings. If he lies and says, "No. You look fine." She is happy and believe me, it increases the husband's happiness too."
"That's an innocent lie," Arlo pointed out. "You need to be truthful about significant things."
"Like life or death issues?"
"Certainly."
Harvey said, "What would you do in this circumstance? A criminal breaks into your home. He demands to know if anyone else in the house?. You know your mother is upstairs. Do you tell him? Or do you attempt to protect her and say 'I'm the only one here.'"
"I lie to protect my mother," Arlo answered.
"Exactly," Harvey said. "It is acceptable, I would argue necessary at times, to break the moral code to be moral. The essence of morality is determined by the outcome of the act. One cannot blindly follow a set of precepts and expect to achieve good results."
Arlo said, "You make a good argument for your system, but I still have problems with it. Many people believe in God and follow the Ten Commandments. That is a good thing for them and society. They would say you are replacing God's law with man's judgment. Religious people won't like that. And considering the nature of man, won't a man always find a way to justify his behavior?
"And isn't it a better, simpler and faster method of moral behavior to have standards and to live by them? I can see the world grinding to a halt as we all say 'Time out. I need to do a moral calculation of all my possible actions to see which is best for the greatest number of people.'"
Harvey laughed and said, "This is exactly why I find ethics so fascinating. Lying is bad. You should strive to always tell the truth unless the situation dictates that a lie is the better choice. You should follow God's laws except when you know better. The end justifies the mean except when it causes you to break some moral code."
Harvey smiled good-naturedly and said, "Another reason I find Ethics so fascinating is because it is the perfect excuse to argue and drink. Two of my favorite things."
Harvey stood and finished his drink. He was impressed with his grandson's grasp of the subject and his intellect.
"Arlo, I'll leave you with one more question that may push you to my side. If the tip of your dick is resting on the labia of a beautiful and willing female, would you lie to her so both of you could enjoy out of this world sex?
"Let's say she pauses and asks if you love her. What are you going to say?
"In my scenario, you like her, but you aren't in love with her. If you are completely honest, you and she miss out on a wonderful experience. You deny each other the joy of great sex.
"Ethics is about good and evil, right and wrong. If the goal of your actions is the greatest good for the greatest number, then you must lie and fuck her. To needlessly uphold a rigid, abstract standard in this situation serves no purpose, correct?"
Harvey walked away. He grabbed his coat and returned to his house. Arlo went to bed. He laid on the floral sheets and pondered the last question his grandfather put to him. His dick was hard and thought the answer was obvious.
^^^
While the virgin, Arlo, was thinking about sex, his cousin, Wendy, was having sex.
She had recently begun dating the handsome captain of college's baseball team. That was a big boost to her social standing because he was a big man on campus. All her girlfriends were jealous. At the moment, Wendy was giving him a blowjob.
"Oh!" Wendy cried in distress. The hot brunette gagged on his dick and pulled off. She coughed repeatedly. Her eyes watered.
Warren, her boyfriend, chuckled. He knew he had a big dick and he enjoyed watching his conquests struggle with it. The only thing he enjoyed more was when they beg for it.
"What's the matter, Wendy?" he asked pretending he didn't know.
Wendy had been struggling with the girth of his cock as she knelt topless beside him on his bed in his bedroom blowing him. When the bastard rocked his hips forward, he drove his big dick in deep, too deep into her mouth. He caused her to gag and cough.
He had done it on purpose just to mess with her. While she coughed, he guided her to her back. He hiked up her dress and pulled her panties off. He sat beside her and gently brushed the hair from her tanned face.
He consoled her, "Better now? Good. Let me see your beautiful face."
She smiled at his words of false concern. She said, "Yes. I'm better."
"Good."
Warren climbed on top of her and shoved his cock inside her.
"OH!" she cried. "Warren! I need time."
He pushed his dick in further and further. Her internal organs were rudely shoved aside.
She broke out into a sweat. She spread her legs as wide as possible as if that would make his sudden penetration any easier.
"Oh. Oh. Oh!" she grunted in shock.
"Oh baby, you're the best. I love your tight pussy," he cooed. He did love a snug cunt. He also loved surprising his women and watching them squirm and wince when he rudely slid into them before they were ready.
He looked into her eyes and saw the shock, the pain, and fear his action generated. It made fucking her more exciting for him. He casually stroked in and out of her. He saw her battle to accommodate his size and the sudden assault.
She didn't complain. They rarely did. She struggled at first. She worked hard to handle him. Her body adapted and lubricated.
Warren grinned at her. It grew into a full smile when he saw a flicker of pleasure replace her look of distress.
"Em. Oh. Yeah," she groaned as her vagina fully opened and her lubrication level maxed out. Pleasure replaced pain and then, the fucking began.
Warren was a sexual narcissist. Like any good narcissist, he had great admiration for himself. He also had a grandiose sense of his sexual prowess. He didn't have sex, he put on virtuoso performances. When he wasn't abusing her, Wendy felt things and levels of pleasure no other man elicited.
He worked his magic. She came on his cock twice. She was now a puddle of quivering flesh.
"Oh God! Oh God! Warren come inside me," she begged. "I can't take it. If you make me come one more time, I'm going to pass out."
Those were the words he was dying to hear. He ramped up his efforts and made her come against her wishes.
"Oh God. Oh God! Oh. Oh! Oh!" she cried out.
Wendy came hard. Another glorious orgasm wracked her body. She felt dizzy and then experienced a sudden loss of consciousness.
Warren watched and congratulated himself, "There it is, la petite mort. The little death."
He was proud that he had fucked her so well that she had fainted. Wendy woke to hear him groaning and still screwing her, "Oh yeah. Oh, fuck. Ah."
She hugged him and said the words he loved to hear. "Oh, Warren. You fuck me like no one else."
That punched his ticket. He enjoyed hearing those words more than he had enjoyed having sex with her. He felt victorious once again and he came.
^^^
Friday, February 14th
Aunt Meadow and Arlo had breakfast together. She said, "Today's the big day. So, you're going to sit in on some classes?"
He nodded to avoid speaking.
They left at the same time. He went to the college to tour the campus and she went to prosecute a child molester.
Arlo returned to this Aunt's house late-afternoon. No one was there. He watched television.
"Indiana Jones, you rock," Arlo said.
He had just watched the movie "Raiders of the Lost Ark". It was his favorite movie. In his dreams, he was the handsome, swashbuckling hero. He won the girl and saved the day. In real life, he was a shy eighteen-year-old who was awkward around people and especially timid and nervous around females. Needless to say, he didn't date and he was a virgin.
He walked into the bathroom and said, "I love indoor plumbing."
He peed in the toilet, flushed and said, "Why do my parents put up with a smelly, camper toilet when if we lived like normal people we could all use this wonderful, hygienic device?"
Since his parents moved frequently to work on commissioned art project, they lived in a camper that they pulled by an SUV.
"How about a shower?" he asked rhetorically.
He answered himself continuing to talk out loud. "That sounds good. A nice, long, hot shower. Another marvelous experience denied to trailer people."
Arlo undressed. He dropped his clothes in a pile on the floor.
He said, "Oh. They have a hamper."
He left his clothes on the floor and went to the wicker container. He flipped open the top. He saw a sexy black, lacy bra and a pair of panties.
"Whoa!"
He picked up the bra. He had never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and certainly never on a live girl. He was not the kind of guy who could seduce a woman.
None of his mother's bras were like this one. She was a petite woman with small breasts. She usually didn't bother with one because she didn't need to. If she wore one, they were soft, stretchy bandeau tube style bras. Functional. Not sexy.
"36C," he snickered as he read the label. "She certainly is the big sister."
He examined the cups and fingered the lace. His dick got hard thinking about the soft flesh that filled them. Next, he picked up the underwear. It also had lace and was alluring. He studied it and did the unthinkable. He brought the crotch to his nose and sniffed.
"Oh! Em."
He was overwhelmed with the acrid, musky odor of a woman. His dick twitched and grew hard. He said, "Aunt Meadow wore these! This is her scent."
He held the panties to his nose with his left hand and stroked his dick with his right.
"Mum," he groaned breathing deeply.
He looked around for something to use as a lubricant. He spied hand lotion on the counter by the sink. He pumped a large amount on his hand and masturbated. He sniffed the panties, stroked his cock and kept thinking about how this article of clothing had been pressed up against a woman's pussy.
"Oh! Oh! God!" he called out as he came in the sink. He dropped the panties and gripped the counter for support as he jacked off into the basin.
"Oh! Fuck," he cried as the last of his spunk landed in the sink. His heart was pounding and his breathing was ragged. He rested a bit and then turned on the tap and cleaned up. He sent his cum down the drain.
He returned the sexy underwear to the dirty clothes hamper and hopped in the shower. He shampooed his hair and scrubbed his body hard. He was trying to wash away the sin of masturbation made worse by sniffing his Aunt's soiled underwear.
^^^
Hours later, Meadow shouted, "Hello, Arlo" as she entered her home.
Arlo had been reading a book. He stood and silently greeted his Aunt.
She came into the family room and asked, "Did you have a good day? Did you find a way to amuse yourself?" she asked with a warm smile.
Arlo blushed. Immediately, he thought, "Oh God! It's like she knows I beat off while sniffing her panties". He was embarrassed and stuttered as he answered her, "Ah. Ah. Yes."
He held up his book and said, "Em. I find a good book is always good company."
"Yes. We all would be better off if we read more."
She looked at her watch and said, "Oh. I have to hurry. I have a date tonight. It's Valentine's Day, but of course, you know that. Will you be okay on your own?"
"Yes. I'll order a pizza."
Meadow dashed off to shower and changed.
^^^
Wendy and Sue grabbed their workout towels and dabbed at the sweat on their faces. They had been exercising at the college gym.
Sue said, "Let's hit the showers here. The ones at the dorms will be jammed since its Friday night and Valentine's day."
"Good idea."
The two friends went into the women's locker room. They stripped and headed to the showers comfortable and nude. The two women were great friends but physically couldn't have been more different.
Sue was light, bright and fair. She had short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. She was medium height with a slender, athletic build: thin hips and small breasts. She had great legs and a cute, little butt.
Wendy was dark. She had a deep tan and soulful brown eyes. Her hair was black, like licorice, and like the candy treat, it was shiny and wavy. She was taller than her classmate and boasted a curvy, hour-glass figure. No one ever mistook her for a boy. She had wide hips and a full rack.
As they waited for the water to come to temperature in the communal shower. Wendy looked at and tapped her friend's tight, toned ass and said, "That is the reason I work out. I want a butt like yours."
Her friend shook her money maker and then turned to face Wendy. She said, "The reason I work out with you is so I get to see your boobs."
She reached out and cupped the left one. "Fabulous," she said respectfully.
Wendy shook her chest making her big breasts jiggle and quake. Her nipple hardened against her friend's palm. She laughed and said, "They are the best present my mother every gave me."
The water was now warm. The girls showered, dressed and hurried over to their rooms in the sorority house to get ready for the evening. They were attending a Valentine's Day party at the fraternity their dates belong to. They had gone out with them a few times and had enjoyed themselves. They were looking forward to dancing, drinking, and doing it.
^^^
Meadow stood in front of the mirror and debated whether she should put on a bra. She wasn't wearing one under her favorite red slinky dress. Her hard nipples pressed obscenely against the clingy fabric. The contours of her areolas and her tight peaks were visible. She decided to be risqu tonight and let the girls be free.
"Good thing I have my cashmere wrap," she chuckled. She didn't mean her bare shoulders would need to be covered. She knew that without a bra and wearing this slinky dress, her nipples would be visible to everyone all night. She brought the warp in case she lost her nerve.
She slipped on her highest heels, threw the wrap over her arm and walked out of her bedroom. She encountered Arlo. His eyes grew wide as he viewed her. The dress was hot. Her braless breasts were lewd. The way her nipples were visible through the dress was scandalous. His eyes were riveted to her chest.
"Wow! That's some dress," he said.
"Too much?" she asked. Seeing his expression caused her to re-think her decision to forego the bra.
"No. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I was just thinking if you are going to wear that dress you should come with a warning label."
"Ahem," he cleared his throat and then did his best Bette Davis imitation, "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night."
Meadow laughed and said, "Good. It's Valentine's Day. A time to be flirty and sexy. I loved your impression of Bette Davis! I'm surprised you'd know a line from a movie made before you were born."
"Em," he shyly admitted, "I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time with classic movies and books."
"Oh." She felt sorry for him. The clock on the mantel chimed. She said, "I need to go."
She draped the wrap over her shoulders. Arlo helped her put on her coat and she left to meet her boyfriend for dinner.
She drove to the fancy restaurant where she and Ted had agreed to meet. She had a drink and then another while she waited. She called him numerous times and got no answered. She became worried. Ted was a responsible person, a wealthy, well-respected attorney. It was out of character for him to stand her up.
"Maybe some thing's happened," she told herself after waiting an hour.
She decided to go to his home. She pulled up to his house and walked to the front door.
"That's odd. The door is open," she said.
She let herself in. She heard noises coming from the den and headed that way. She entered the room and was shocked by what she saw. Her boyfriend was naked and stretched out on the sofa. There were two naked women in the room with him. Their appearance screamed crack whore.
The women were gaunt, bags of bones. Their sorry, empty tits sagged down their chest. Meadow looked at their unkempt hair and the dark circles under their eyes and wondered when was the last time they had combed their hair or slept.
One woman was snorting cocaine off the glass coffee table and the other was sucking on her boyfriend's dick.
"Ted!" Meadow shouted. "What's going on?"
"We; we're having a party," he slurred. "Help yourself to some blow."
"What?" Meadow screamed. She'd never seen her boyfriend do drugs and certainly not behave like this.
Ted laughed. "I got fired today. They discovered I was embezzling money from the firm. I bought some cocaine and decided to get high. I met these two ladies and we've been fucking and snorting for hours. Join us."
Meadow was shocked and disgusted. She turned around without saying another word and drove home.
^^^
"Keep the change," Arlo mumbled to the pizza delivery guy. He watched television as he ate his dinner.
^^^
9:00
Meadow burst through the door. Arlo went to investigate because he wasn't expecting anyone to come home at this hour.
"Oh. It's you, Aunt Meadow," he said. He saw that she'd been crying. A normal person would have asked, "Is everything okay?". Arlo wasn't normal. He didn't ask.
She ripped her coat off. The shawl came off with it. She said angrily, "Worse Valentine's Day ever."
She kicked off her shoes and bent over at the hips to pick them up. She leaned over so far that Arlo saw her big brown nipples. She showed no hint of caring that she'd flashed her tits to her nephew. She had too many other things on her mind. She marched off quickly to her bedroom.
"Whoa. Nipples," Arlo said to himself. That was a first for him. He'd seen pictures of women's breasts but never had he seen an actual one. It gave him a chubby.
When she returned. Meadow had a royal blue robe on over her flannel sleeping gown. Her feet were covered by slipper socks. The terry cloth material kept her feet warm and it had a rubber sole.
Her faced was scrubbed clean of makeup and her hair tied back into a ponytail. She ignored Arlo and headed straight to the kitchen. She mumbled, "I need a drink."
She fixed herself a stiff drink. She downed half of it and refilled her glass. She sat at the kitchen table and brooded about the evening. Arlo could see she was upset. He stayed away giving her a wide berth. Occasionally, he'd turn his head and check on her. When he glanced her way, he saw her sitting at the kitchen table talking to herself and drinking.
"Cocaine?" Meadow said. She was appalled by her boyfriend's drug use. Ex-boyfriend. She took a drink.
"I've never seen him take drugs," she mused and tossed down the glass and then re-filled it.
"Whores? Two prostitutes!" Meadow said. She was disgusted. She guzzled more alcohol.
"I gave him my body. I sucked his cock and he cheats on me with two crack whores," she lamented.
"He never called to cancel our date. Bastard." Meadow finished her drink and got another.
"The bum kept me sitting in the restaurant." She gulped a large amount.
"Everyone there knew I had been stood up." She sipped heartily on the whiskey.
"I felt like a fool." She drained the glass and got another.
"I cared for him!" she wailed.
She swallowed her drink. The alcohol burned her throat as it went down. Tears fell from her eyes. She was drunk and emotional. More than a little of the alcohol she'd drank had diffused into her blood and was carried to her brain. It increased her depression.
The alcohol was altering her normal way of thinking and it would affect how she behaved. And not for the better. The systems that normally keep emotions in check now would subject her to mood swings.
The brains of inebriated people don't work well. When you're drunk, you often misunderstand other people's intentions and you say or do embarrassing or regrettable things.
In other words, Meadow was a disaster waiting to happen.
^^^
9:30 p.m.
As was their habit, Wendy and Sue arrived an hour after the announced time for the start of the party. They were dress in Valentine red. Sue had a drop-waist mini dress. Her smooth, athletic back was bare in the halter-top creation. The short dress highlighted her shapely legs.
Wendy didn't dare go braless. Her girls needed to be contained. Her short, strapless, red dress was low-cut. It had see-through gauze that covered the top of her boobs. The see-through mesh was repeated at her midriff and exposed her slim waist. The dress ended mid-thigh and showed off her legs. She looked hot and sexy, just shy of being slutty. Perfect.
Their dates found them as soon as they walked in. Steve whistled and came up to Sue. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "Well done, babe. You are fine."
Warren followed him. He crushed Wendy in a tight hug. He loved her big boobs and enjoyed mashing them against his body. He also took advantage of the hug and let a hand drift low and caress her ass. "Hello, beautiful," he slurred.
The guys were buzzed. They had gotten an early start on the drinking. They had made less of an effort on their outfits. All the frat boys wore khaki pants and white polo shirts with Valentine's Day decorations. Steve's shirt was covered with pictures of colorful candy hearts with messages like "B Mine" and "You're Sweet". Warren's shirt had images of Cupid and his arrow.
Wendy pushed him away. Warren got too handsy in public for her liking when he drank. She worried that the night wouldn't go well if he continued to pound the beers.
Sue saw the look of distress on her friend's face. She grabbed both guys and dragged them to the dance floor. She said, "Let's dance."
The music was good and the girls loved to dance. Wendy's mood improved. The guys enjoyed seeing their dates move and shimmy.
^^^
Arlo heard his Aunt crying. He ignored her for a long time, but even he was moved by her sobbing. Finally, he went to her and asked, "Wha ... What's the matter?"
"You mean besides wasting six months of my life dating an embezzler and drug user?" She reached for the bottle to top off her drink and knocked it over.
"Fuck!" she cried out and reached for the bottle. Arlo picked up the bottle. She wrenched it out of his hand. When she did, the bottle flew up and hit Arlo in the face.
"Ouch," he cried out.
He wrestled the bottle away from her. He set the bottle on the counter out of his Aunt's reach. His eye hurt. He rubbed it gently.
He said, "Aunt Meadow, don't you think you've had enough?"
"I'll be the judge of that," she slurred.
She stood and tried to go through Arlo to get to the liquor. She pummeled and scratched him. Arlo was only an average size guy, but he easily stopped her. She was drunk, unsteady and uncoordinated.
"Let me by!" she demanded.
Arlo stood his ground. Meadow tried to pass him on one side than the other. Then, she stopped. Arlo had been sliding left and right to block her. He hoped her lack of movement meant she'd given up.
Meadow looked up at him. She didn't look well. She wasn't well. She hurled. Vomit poured out of her. It splattered on Arlo's face and chest. Some went down his shirt and on his pants.
"Oh God!" Arlo cried as his was hit with puke.
The sight and putrid smell made him throw up. He raised his hands to block it. His vomit hit his hands and ricocheted onto his arms and shirt. It then dripped down on his pants and the floor. He was a smelly mess.
Miraculously, Meadow was unsoiled.
However, she was still drunk and still unsteady. She lost her balance and fell into Arlo. She hugged him to keep from falling over. It didn't work. They both ended up on the floor, rolling around and getting covered in the smelly, slimy puke.
Meadow freaked out. She shouted, "Take me to the bathroom! I have to get this off me!"
Arlo led the filthy, unsteady woman to the bathroom.
"Oh God! The smell!" Meadow complained.
She ripped off her robe. She stood there in her nightgown and slurred, "Ya...You're a mess too. We need to get those dirty clothes of you."
She began undressing her nephew. Arlo agreed. The smell was sickening. She helped him remove his shirt and pants. He stripped until he was down to his underwear.
"I stink. I need a shower," Meadow said.
She went to the showered and turned the water on. While she waited for the warm water, she pulled her gown over her head. She was too drunk to do this safely. The gown got stuck when it was half way off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Arlo stared at her bare ass.
She swayed as she struggled to escape the nightgown. Arlo moved in closed and held her hips. As he feared, she toppled over. He caught her and took a hard elbow to the body.
"Pull it off," Meadow demanded.
Arlo steadied her with one hand around her waist and used his other hand to pull the nightgown off. He tossed it aside. Meadow cared not a whit that she was naked. Her focus was on getting clean. She stepped into the shower, turning the water on and adjusted the water's temperature. Arlo was right behind her keeping her from falling.
Arlo said to himself, "Wow. She's naked. Her skin is so soft. I didn't expect a woman in her forties to be this sexy".
Meadow lost her balance again and Arlo had to catch her. He wrapped both arms around her to keep her upright. One arm met her breasts. She didn't notice or care. She said nothing about it.
Arlo was nervous and scared. He expected to be berated at any moment for touching her boobs. His face blushed bright red. His mind screamed, "You're so dead for touching her boobs. She's going to scream at you and tell Mom".
She stood in the stream of warm water.
When she didn't say anything, Arlo allowed himself to think about her breasts. He thought, "Her boobs are awesome. So big. So soft. Her nipples are sticking out obscenely.".
Her bare rump was pressed against his groin and his dick grew hard. She fidgeted and he had to adjust his grip on her nude body. A hand cupped her right breast. Her head turned to him and he expected the worst.
"I'm dirty. I need a shower," she said with the simplicity of a six-year-old.
Her words stunned him. It took a moment for him to respond. "Aunt Meadow, I'm worried you'll fall if I let go of you."
She looked down at the arms around her as if just noticing them. Then looked back at him. He had vomit on him. She wrinkled her nose and said, "You smell bad."
She turned around and luxuriated in the spray and let the water beat down on her foggy skull. Arlo used this time to study and marvel at her body. This was the first nude woman he'd ever seen. His dick tented his wet shorts.
She rinsed all traces of the vomit off her body. Arlo stood behind her. He kept his hands on her to make sure she didn't fall.
What he saw astounded him. "She beautiful," he thought as he gazed at her. He loved everything about her. Her long, slender neck leading to her bare back fascinated him. He studied the soft curve of her shoulders and the indentation in the center of her back where her spinal column was.
He loved how her broad shoulders swept down to a narrow waist and delightfully flared out at the hips. She had a plump womanly ass.
Her back was tanned. Surprisingly, her bottom was too. "She suntans in the nude. Cool," Arlo thought.
He stepped back to get a complete view. She had firm thighs, slender calves, and small feet. Her dainty toenails were painted fire engine red. Beautiful.
Meadow grabbed the shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and turned about as she worked it into her hair.
"Oh!" Arlo gasped.
She didn't seem to care that he was seeing her naked. Arlo studied her front quickly in case this was his only chance. He checked her face to be sure her eyes were closed. He noticed she had a round face, a thin nose, and full lips. Quickly his eyes stared at her breasts. They sagged. The nipples faced East and West, but he didn't care. They looked wonderful to him.
"Fuck! This is unbelievable. Look at her big tits bounce and shake. She has huge, hard nipples".
His internal conversation continued, "God! Look at her pussy. That hair is jet black. The hair on her head is brown. I can see her vulva!"
Streams of water ran down her fully tanned, fit body. The water cascaded over her breasts, across her stomach and flattened and separated her pubic hair as it ran down her body. Arlo could see her thick vaginal lips through the soaked, parted hair.
Arlo kept his hands on her hips as his eyes devoured her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh and it was as hot and exciting as he'd imagine.
Meadow washed and rinsed her hair and then casually washed her body. Arlo hard cock lurched when she soaped her breasts. He almost came when she touched her ass and pussy thoroughly swabbed her most intimate parts.
Meadow was in her own world as she scrubbed her body. After she rinsed off, she opened her eyes. They brightened in recognition that Arlo was in the shower too. She wasn't self-conscious about her nudity. In a matter of fact way, she said,
"Let's get you cleaned too."
She reached out and began washing his upper body. She smirked when she noticed he was in the shower with his underwear on.
"This won't do," she said.
She pulled his shorts off and giggled when his erection popped into view. She grabbed it and began washing it.
"Someone's grown up," she purred.
"Ah. Ah," Arlo stammered. "You don't have to do that," he said embarrassed.
She grasped his dick, stroked him and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stop?"
Arlo was too scared and nervous to speak, but he prayed she'd ignore his protestations. She looked into his eyes and saw a pleading look.
"I thought not," she said with a knowing smile.
"Oh. Oh," Arlo moaned as she jacked him off.
He almost cried when she stopped. She handed him the soap and said, "Clean up."
He hurriedly washed the vomit off his body. She stood and smiled watching his erection bounce around.
When he was done, she held her hand out and said, "Give me the soap."
He did. Then, she looked at his dick and said, "This needs a little more attention."
She soaped up his cock, dropped the soap and resumed beating him off. She stared into his eyes as she stroked him. They rolled back into his head and he moaned loudly, "Oh!"
He came. His dick spurted out on her tummy. Meadow laughed and milked his cock until he'd finished. She turned around and rinsed off as if nothing unusual had happened.
Arlo stared at her plump rump and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of his very first handjob as he gasped for air.
Meadow, now clean, pulled open the shower door and stepped out. She immediately slipped and fell hard on her ass.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay?" Arlo called out. He was worried that she'd hurt herself. He quickly exited and went to her side.
She was still inebriated. She said simply, "My bum hurts."
To be continued in Part 2.
By regularguy 13 for Literotica