I guess you could classify me as poor white trash when I was growing up. In my early teens I lived in a 27-foot aluminum trailer with my mother and younger sibs in a dirty, roach infested trailer court in Fresno. We were the only white faces around except for my alchy aunt who liked to party with these Mexican farm laborers who rented a nearby trailer.
My aunt was a real embarrassment to the rest of the family, but my mother felt sorry for her because she was her older sister and because everyone else in the family had already written her off as a waste.
She hadn't always been an alcoholic. When I'd been a little kid she was a dancer working a show in a big Casino in Nevada. But then her husband (who was head chef at the same casino) dumped her for a younger chick and divorced her. She ended up with nothing, not even custody of their two kids because my uncle had apparently had friends in high places. That was when she'd come back to the Central Valley and crawled into a bottle.
The booze had taken a toll on her looks but no so much that you couldn't tell she had once been much hotter. She was leaner now and looked ten years older than she really was, but she still had the fiery red hair, the mint rock candy green eyes, the small but perky tits and the sexy round ass and dancer's legs that used to wow crowds in Reno.
Truth was, as a guy going through puberty my aunt accounted for about 90 percent of my hardons and masturbation back then. I used to lay awake at night and imagine scenarios where I'd get to bang her the way I knew those Mexican guys were.
I finally got my opportunity during Cinco de mayo 1985. The whole trailer court had been partying all day. The booze and food had flood freely and by early evening, my aunt was already bombed. Now normally the Pisa's would have shut and locked the door to their trailer and pulled the old Tijuana Express train on her. But I guess they were tired of getting it so easily and so often, so this night they just left her in their trailer while they kept partying outside with the other people who were still playing music and drinking beer and chowing down on corn slathered in butter and cheese, fresh chicharones, tortas, frijoles and a dozen other dishes.
Seeing my chance I entered the trailer and moved through the dark toward the back, where I saw my aunt laying on the bed and mumbling to herself. I picked up one of the Pisa's baseball caps (a mistake, I got head lice from it and ended up with a shaved head a week later) and stood in front of the bed quietly.
My aunt turned and stared, squinting her eyes. Then she smiled "Hola, Margarito...zat you??"
She sat up on her elbows, and reached for me groping my crotch and laughing. "Give me that cock."
I reached down and unzipped my fly and let her work my rapidly stiffening cock out. In no time flat she worked it out of my boxers and through the fly and moved closer, running her tongue clumsily around the head and shaft. I braced myself by extending my hands to either side of the short hall and let her lick my throbbing cock for a while.
"You want sucky or pussy??" She asked.
I didn't reply, just decided the second option sounded better and pushed her back onto the bed. She raised the short skirt she had on and I saw she wasnt wearing any panties. Being the 80's she wasn't shaved and a thick tuft of red fur covered her pussy. I mounted her, but needed her help to work my cock inside. Once I was in I buried my face into her neck and began riding her, luxuriating in all the new sensations flooding my body. Being a virgin I came way too soon and so I spent a little time sucking on her fat dark nipples. When I felt ready to go again (something that took the fourteen year old me amazingly little time as compared to the 40ish me) I turned her on her side and slathered gobs of saliva on my cock, then I entered her ass. It was easier than I expected. Her anus was nearly as loose as her vagina and I managed a fluid pistoning rhythm in no time. She moaned and groaned a little and again, much too soon I shot a load of cum deep inside of her.
Deciding I'd better get the hell out of the trailer while I still could I pulled out, zipped up and left, tossing the cap on the dinette table on the way out. As I opened the door I ran into one of the Pisa's, a chunky older man named Enrique. He glanced at me, then toward my fly which wasn't quite zipped yet and smiled lecherously. He moved aside so I could leave and shut the door laughing behind me.
That was the only time I ever managed to fuck my aunt, but I often wished I could have done it a few more times.