Taboo Surprises

Sleeping regularly with his best friend’s mom, Jace thought that his life was great, until she asked him if he’d be interested in swinging with her, something she and her ex had done quite a lot.

“We’re having a masked event,” Cathy told him. The idea was exciting, and he happily agreed. But what he couldn’t have imagined was just who he would meet in the dark, anonymous room.

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“Did you forget something, Dale?” Jace heard a woman’s voice from his right, as he pushed the door closed.

“It’s me, Aunt Tanya.”

Tanya spun in surprise, and her eyes went wide when they settled on her nephew. Dressed in his usual jeans and a short-sleeve shirt, he was a fine young man, and she’d always thought so.

“Jace, umm, what brings you by?” she said nervously. She turned back to the counter and added some more potting soil to the plant in front of her so he wouldn’t notice her hands shaking.

Taking another deep breath, Jace walked into the kitchen and couldn’t help but admire his aunt’s physique in an entirely new light. She wore a pair of gray sweat-shorts with the word ‘juicy’ printed across her ass and a pink halter top. He’d never seen her dressed so casually. She was always the picture of the demure woman. An Aunt. Her mahogany brown hair was worn loose with bangs and it fell to her shoulders in a graceful curve.

Biting her bottom lip, Tanya listened to his footsteps over the tile floor and waited for him to speak. She started when a black mask was dropped onto the counter next to her. She looked at it, examined the silver scroll work and then exhaled sharply. “Well, I guess I can put the fox mask back on the wall,” she said, feeling some of the nervousness drain from her.

“If you had driven your car instead of Dale’s van, it would have just been another four-door in a parking lot, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Tanya turned and looked at him. “It’s in the shop. Those silly fuel injectors again! Christ, Jace, I never imagined seeing my nephew on that slave block!”

Frowning, Jace stepped up to her. “You knew it was me!” he almost shouted.

“Of course I did. From the moment I saw you in that room.” Her hand caressed over his stomach, and Jace flinched. “I’d know that little strawberry birthmark next to your belly button, anywhere.”

“Then why?!” he exclaimed with a wild mixture of fear and arousal in his gut. He could smell her perfume and see down the neckline of the halter top at her creamy cleavage, unfettered by a bra.

Her hand slid around his waist and held him in place. “Oh Sweetie, because I wanted you! Ever since you grew into such a handsome and well-put-together young man, I’ve wanted you.” Her voice dropped an octave as she said ‘wanted,’ for the second time. Tanya sniffed and let her gaze drop down his chest. “I know I shouldn’t. An aunt shouldn’t think of her nephew this way, but I guess I’m not your ordinary sort of aunt.” She felt his body tremble under her hands.

Tanya’s eyes met his. “The question is, what sort of nephew are you? Are you the sort who can understand that we are just two consenting adults who had a great time together, or have I just sent you into some rather expensive therapy?”

Jace had spent nearly the entire previous evening pondering the same question. “You’re cheating on Uncle Dale,” he said flatly.

Tanya’s mouth twisted into a scowl and her right hand shot out and pushed him hard in the breadbasket. Jace stepped back with an exhale of air. “Don’t you ever think it! I would never cheat on your uncle!”

Blinking hard, Jace looked at her in amazement. “Then he … he knows?”

Her frown turned into an ‘are you an idiot?’ expression. “Well, of course he knows. He and I have been swinging together for decades.”