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by Justin Luxure
Published by Lot’s Cave
My Asian Aunt, © 2018, by Justin Luxure
Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Lot’s Cave Novel
This isn’t what I thought I would be doing at my age, but life doesn’t always go by a grand plan. I grew up wanting to be a great writer, next to the likes of Hemingway, Orwell & Fitzgerald but my novels weren’t selling and I was forced to go another direction.
I discovered sex at a young age and became obsessed with it – as I’m sure every pubescent kid did at one point or another. For me it was new and intriguing; nothing else seemed to compare. Sure, I may no longer be fucking my stuffed teddy bear, but my love of sex still remains.
Two weeks after I watched the sales of my first novel plummet I had an epiphany – sex sells. As it turns out, I’m not the only one who had this same thought because I found hundreds of well written erotica stories. From that day on, I was no longer Kyle the writer; I was Kyle the smut writer.
Some people don’t like it being called “smut” but I find it endearing – plus if you’re offended by that word, you’re not going to like what is in the actual stories. It isn’t hard to find inspiration; it could be a woman I see down at the beach that sparks my imagination or something I read about in the news – if you look hard enough you can find sex in anything; we’re surrounded by it.
My greatest niche is older women; I’ve always been fascinated by them at a young age. The girls in my class were cute and all, but my teacher Ms. Smitherson was sexy; a real woman. It didn’t stop there; as I grew older I continued to have this obsession with older women. Their experience, mature bodies and the way they knew exactly what they wanted, turned me on like no other.
I’m getting a bit off track, sorry. Let me take it back a bit before I go any further. I’ve lived with my Aunt since I was ten for reasons I don’t care to go into and I’m sure you could care less. It wasn’t until my early teens when my Aunt got married to my now Uncle and our little family grew slightly larger.
You’re probably wondering why I’m even bringing this up in a story that revolves around sex, but I promise you it is important. My latest stories have been influenced a bit; instead of just stories about older women, I’ve gone with a more exotic Asian woman theme. Oh did I forget to mention my Aunt Jun is Asian? I mean I’m half Asian, but don’t look it; getting most of my genes from my Father.
I’m still a bit ashamed to admit it, but Aunt Jun has been the forefront of my fantasies that I put from pen to paper. I always knew she was sexy, but it wasn’t until recently when I started to fantasize about my Aunt.
Two months ago I came home early and found Aunt Jun doing laundry, but it was what she was wearing that threw me off. She stood there with her hair tied up in a ponytail; my Uncle’s button up dress shirt draping over her quaint body. The black panties she wore were barely visible giving off the effect that she was bottomless.
Aunt Jun bent over to pick up some laundry without knowing I was there and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out of the tight fabric. My heart began to instantly race as her bare thighs flexed as she continued to move around the small room. Catching myself checking out my Aunt, I got a hold of myself and left for my bedroom – where I vigorously masturbated my dirty thoughts out.
My Aunt was a small, thin woman whose height only came up to my chin. Her petite body was complete with smaller than average breasts – but still just as visually pleasing – and her hips flowed down to her smooth legs with her cute little bubble butt being the exclamation point of her body.
Now I am writing my fifth story about my Aunt entitled “My Asian Aunt” but of course I’m using fake names. I’ve never had more fun writing these stories; I can only hope my readers feel the same.
During my writing I stopped at three thousand words when I heard a knock at my bedroom/office door.
“Come in,” I said.
My Aunt Jun walked in and over to me; I quickly closed the laptop screen so she couldn’t see what I was writing.
“Do you know…” she said before getting cut off by the sound of my laptop shutting. “Was that your latest story?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You know you don’t have to close it, everyone knows what you write.”
I wasn’t worried about her seeing me write erotica, I was worried she would read it and put two and two together.
“I know,” I said. “I just try and keep this part of my life separate from everything else.”
“I’m going to read one of your stories one day,” she joked. “See what all the fuss is about.”
The two of us shared a smile.
“You know, I was thinking of trying erotica out myself,” she said.
“Oh really?” I said.
“Yes, it seems like it would be something I would enjoy doing in my free time. I actually recently wrote half a story, would you mind reading it and letting me know what you think?”
“I don’t know if I’m the right person to be reading it.”
“Who else would I give it to?”
She was right, I pondered the thought, but my curiosity of what my Aunt found sexually enticing intrigued me.
“Absolutely,” I said. “Send it to my email and I’ll give it a look over.”
“Thanks, hun,” she said.
Aunt Jun gave me a quick peck on the top of my head before walking out. I watched her hips and ass sway wrapped in her denim short shorts. I couldn’t wait to read what she had written and impatiently went back to writing my story.
Twenty minutes later a “ping” noise came across my computer screen indicating I had a new email; it was from my Aunt’s account. The headline read “Story” and nothing else. Inside she had attached the story she wanted me to read; it had about twenty-five hundred words written.
Clicking it open I just stared at the words my Aunt had written before me. It seemed so surreal that she was letting me have a glimpse into one of her sexual fantasies; one of the perks of being an erotica writer I suppose.
The story consisted of a housewife cheating on her husband with the younger and sexier boy next door. It was hot, but ended mid intercourse; leaving me wanting more. I read it over again, the blood filling my cock with each sentence I ingested.
I took my laptop over to my bed and lay down before pulling my cock out. I couldn’t take it anymore, the story wasn’t as hot as some I’ve read, but the taboo feeling of who it was written by had me busting at the seams.
I began stroking my cock; masturbating to my Aunt Jun’s words. The entire time I imagined the younger boy next door was me and the cheating housewife was my Aunt. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my toes curled in the bedding; I was about to cum when my bedroom door began to creek open.
My heart stopped and I looked up to see my Aunt staring at me with my hard cock in hand. Her eyes widened and I felt sick to my stomach.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, slamming the door shut.
I lay there feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I’m usually more careful when it comes to my “me time” but my lust got the best of me this time and I forgot to lock my door. I no longer felt the urge to masturbate even though I was still hard; my mind was elsewhere.
Getting off the bed I covered myself up and paced in my room trying to find the courage to walk out and face my Aunt. I was bound to have to confront her at one point, it would be best to do it right away like ripping off a band aid.
I turned the door knob with my trembling hand and walked out of my room. Down the hallway I could hear my Aunt in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was facing away from me, standing over the stove as if nothing strange had just happened.
I took a seat on a stool at the kitchen island and tried to figure out what to say.
“Hey,” was all I could muster up.
“Listen,” she said. “I don’t want this to be awkward between us. What you were doing was completely natural. For someone your age I should have knocked.”
“No it is my fault,” I said. “I should have locked the door.”
“It is very mature of you to come talk to me about this instead of pretending it never happened, but what do you say we keep this between the two of us.”
“I can agree to that.”
I got up and headed back to my room.
“Glad to know you like my story,” she said with a chuckle.
I let out a nervous laugh as we were able to have fun with the situation; still I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Forever I’ll look at her knowing she’s not only seen my cock, but seen me masturbating to a story she wrote.
Dinner went well, but I was quieter than usual. My Uncle didn’t have a clue about what happened and I wanted it to stay that way. Aunt Jun every now and then would express an insuring smile in my direction. I hoped we would sleep it off and have a fresh start tomorrow morning.
The next morning I woke up and did the first thing I always do – grab my laptop. I reached down but couldn’t feel it. Leaning over I couldn’t see it, which was strange because I put it in the same spot every night before I go to bed.
Groggily I got up from my bed, not too worried because I knew it was in the house somewhere. After spending a few minutes rummaging through my bedroom I went out into the hallway and headed for the living room.
My living room and kitchen is separated by a small island and there sat my Aunt Jun facing away with her head tilted down at the screen of my laptop. I studied her for a moment; unsure what she was doing and then the more my eyes focused I realized she was reading one of my stories.
Adrenaline shot through my veins and busted me out of my groggy state. I bolted over to her; yanking the laptop from her grips. A look of shock and guilt came across my Aunt’s face as I held the computer away from her.
“What are you doing?” I said.
“I just wanted to read some of your stories,” she said. “Since you won’t tell me your pen name, this was the only way I was going to get to.”
“There is a reason I don’t mix work with my real life.”
“Well now I can understand why.”
Guilt washed away my anger as Aunt Jun stared at me with a devilish smirk on her face.
“How much did you read?” I asked.
“Not much, only a few paragraphs,” she said.
I felt a sense of relief that didn’t last long.
“Of that story,” said my Aunt. “That was the fourth story I was reading.”
“You read three of my stories?” I said. “Which ones?”
“The newest ones and I must say I’m impressed. Although now I can understand why you wouldn’t want me to read them.”
I held my laptop tight hoping that would somehow make all of this go away. Aunt Jun stared at me with her piercing brown eyes.
“I have a few questions,” she said. “Where do you find your inspiration? Do you have someone in mind when you write these?”
“No,” I muttered. “It is all fiction.”