New Year’s With My Drunk Bimbo Aunt
By Atom360
Tags: Erotic, Incest, Non-Consensual, Alcohol Influence, Taboo, Bimbo, Explicit
Note: This is a fictional erotic story intended for mature audiences. It contains explicit content, non-consensual themes, and alcohol use. Reader discretion is advised. Inspired by an uncredited story read years ago. Feedback is welcome, and let me know if you’d like more.
After years of minimal contact, my mother and Aunt Elizabeth rekindled their bond. Aunt Elizabeth, a nurse, had just finalized a messy divorce. Despite their long estrangement, they quickly picked up where they left off. Their renewed closeness led my mother to plan a New Year’s celebration at my aunt’s house, six hours away in another city.
Growing up, my mom and aunt were tight, but life—raising families and juggling careers—pulled them apart. I barely knew Aunt Elizabeth. My only memory was a childhood zoo trip: a chubby woman with curly brown hair, a big smile, and cousins who looked like her mini-mes. I couldn’t pinpoint when they drifted apart, but by the time I got home from school before Christmas break, Mom was glued to the phone with her. I assumed it was Dad, who was overseas for work, but when I asked, she mouthed, “Your aunt.” She even floated the idea of Elizabeth visiting for Christmas.
Fast forward to New Year’s Eve, and I’m driving us to her place, still shocked Mom trusted me behind the wheel with my fresh license. On the road, Mom shared nostalgic stories of their childhood—cute promises, silly fights, and her joy at having her sister back. She also “volunteered” me to help Elizabeth move to our city soon, a chore I wasn’t thrilled about.
We arrived at a massive house around 8 p.m. Mom’s “WOW” echoed my thoughts. When the door finally opened after endless bell-ringing, I was floored. The woman standing there was a bombshell. Massive, obviously fake breasts strained against a tight white blouse, unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. Long, toned legs led to curvy hips and an ass that rivaled J-Lo’s, all hugged by a black miniskirt. Her flat stomach and straight blonde bob screamed “bimbo,” complete with plump lips and heavy makeup. My teenage hormones were in overdrive. This was Aunt Elizabeth?
“Liz?” Mom said, snapping me back. “Hey swweeetie!” slurred the drunk goddess, lunging to hug me. Her full lips kissed my cheeks as she gushed, “Sssooo handsome.” I bent to hug her, stealing a full look. Gone was the homely housewife from my memory; in her place was a seductive vixen. Her tits bounced as she squealed and hugged Mom, who seemed oblivious to my staring.
“Come, the other guests are here!” Elizabeth said, pulling Mom inside. I didn’t expect a party, but hopes of more bimbos fizzled when I saw the crowd—middle-aged women giggling like teens, none as hot as my aunt. She apologized that my cousins were with their dad and pointed me to the men grilling outside. Mom looked uneasy, but I opted for the guys over playing her escape card. I’d probably get caught ogling Elizabeth anyway.
Hours passed. I kept to myself by the lake, sneaking a beer and ignoring the husbands. My phone died around 11 p.m., so I went inside to find a charger. Everyone was outside, and Mom, surrounded by the housewives, nodded nervously when I waved my phone. I found a charger in the kitchen and stayed there, scrolling. Fireworks popped steadily as midnight neared, but I didn’t care. I felt like a loser, alone even on New Year’s.
At 11:40, the backdoor swung open, and Elizabeth stumbled in, slurring, “I’ll… get more…” She crashed onto the couch, her skirt riding up to reveal a thong. I snapped a quick photo and bolted toward the party to avoid suspicion. But as fireworks intensified, so did my twisted thoughts. Seeing the distracted guests through the glass door, my cock waged war with reason—and won. I turned back.
Elizabeth was up, staggering toward the bathroom. “Aunt Elizabeth, you okay? Need help?” I called as she fumbled with the door, pushing instead of turning the handle. I opened it, and she wobbled in, collapsing onto the toilet. I shut the door behind us. She started urinating, skirt and thong still on, soaking herself. “Elizabeth, can you hear me?” I asked. Her head lolled against the wall, passed out.
Reason gone, I grabbed her massive tits and kissed her neck. I unbuttoned her blouse, pulled down her bra, and marveled at her perfect, fake breasts. Sucking her nipples, I panicked when she groaned but froze and continued when she didn’t stir. I took photos and videos, groping her. Emboldened, I unzipped my pants and rubbed my cock on her tits, filming the whole time. She shifted, gasping slightly. I moved to her lips, and to my shock, she kissed and licked my cock in her daze. “Where am I?” she mumbled, staring up. Before I could react, she swallowed my dick. It was sloppy, half-hearted, but my virgin cock didn’t care. Within two minutes, I was thrusting, cumming deep in her throat as she gagged. Fireworks masked my moans. I pulled back but stayed in her mouth, and she kept sucking, focusing on the head. “OH FUCK YEAH BITCH,” I groaned, overwhelmed.
I stopped recording and cleaned her up, but she passed out again. I pulled up her soaked skirt, moved her thong, and snapped pics of her tight, bald pussy. Fighting the urge to do more, I fingered her, surprised by her wetness. Her soft, warm pussy made my cock hard again. When she moaned, “Fuck me,” I didn’t hesitate. Awkwardly squatting over her on the toilet, I slipped into her pussy, her walls gripping me. Instinct took over, and I thrust, hands roaming her body. Her tits shook with each push. She stirred, locking eyes with me, confused but aroused. She wrapped her arms around my waist, guiding my rhythm. I kissed her ear, neck, and breasts, lost in lust.
The position sucked, so I pulled out, turned her around, and bent her over the sink. Her naked body—tits hanging, ass swaying—begged to be fucked. I recorded again, pounding her hard. Her moans grew louder, her pussy throbbed, and she came, nearly collapsing. I pulled her up, hugging her tightly, kissing her neck as I thrust. Her legs shook again, and I slipped out, turning her to face me. I came hard, ropes of cum hitting her face. She sucked my cock clean, better than before, even massaging my balls.
We slumped against opposite walls, catching our breath. Her cum-covered face grinned—the same smile from that zoo photo. I snapped one last pic. Reality crept in as I cleaned her up, smearing her makeup. She stirred but didn’t seem to recognize me. I kept her piss-soaked thong as a trophy and helped her upstairs to her bedroom. Downstairs, guests returned, calling for her. “She went upstairs ten minutes ago,” I lied. One woman laughed, “She missed the fireworks.”
Mom seized the chance to leave, mouthing, “Let’s go.” We said quick goodbyes and drove off. Mom gossiped about Elizabeth’s friends, then gushed about having her sister back and moving to our city. She reminded me I’d help with the move. My cock twitched at the thought of fucking my aunt again—maybe sober next time. With her panties and a stash of photos and videos, I had no regrets.
