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***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.

Joey had to take a deep breath to keep himself from getting angry. This was the fifth time he failed at putting on his tie. No matter how long he had been putting on his own tie, he always kept screwing it up. He could take apart a car engine and reassemble it perfectly, but he could never get his tie right on the first try.

He looked up on his phone different ways to put on a tie and found there were a lot more than he ever thought there would be. Some of them seemed too complicated to learn at such short notice, so he just went with the traditional easy method called the four-in-hand knot, according to the website he found.

On the eighth try, he got it right, relieved that it was finally over. He was now ready for the bigger task at hand, attending a family funeral.

He went downstairs, fully dressed in his suit, and met his mother in the kitchen, making phone calls with other family members who might be going to the funeral. She put down her phone and walked up to him, taking a good look at his suit.

“The tie could be better, but other than that, you look perfect,” she said. “If we weren’t going to a funeral, you could probably meet a nice girl today.”

Joey just smirked at that comment. No matter what the situation was, his mother always found a way to bring up him getting a girlfriend. He was only 21 and in college, had a good job, and kept himself in pretty good shape. He did alright with women, and had sex with many of them; he just didn’t want to be tied down so soon. He did want to get married one day, just not right now when he’s enjoying his youth.

“Now, your Aunt Paula’s car is in the shop, so you need to go pick her up and take her to the funeral home,” said his mother.

“Why can’t she take an Uber?” Joey asked.

His mother put her hands on her hips and looked at him disapprovingly.

“This is your Uncle George’s funeral,” she said. “Your Aunt Paula’s husband–“

“Ex-husband,” Joey corrected her.

“They weren’t divorced yet,” she countered. “Anyway, she shouldn’t have to pay for an Uber or have to arrive in one. Someone in the family should take her.”

“Why can’t someone else do it?”

His mother got angry and started yelling at him in Italian. She learned this method from her own mother when she wanted her kids to do something they didn’t want to do, and it worked pretty well on Joey as well.

“Ok, OK. I’ll do it,” he said.

His mother suddenly calmed down.

“You’re a good boy,” she said, and kissed him on the cheek.

Joe got his keys and drove off to his Aunt Paula’s house. He had his car cleaned the day before, so it was good to have passengers in it.

He thought about what his mother said about them not being divorced yet. His aunt Paula separated from her husband a little over three years ago because she couldn’t take his cheating any more. She let it go for the first several years of their marriage, although she was never happy about it.

His family was somewhat of a traditional Italian Catholic family, and divorce was a sin because the Bible said so. It was always a taboo subject to bring up, which is why it rarely happened. When it did happen, it was always a lot of drama for the person who sought the divorce.

Surprisingly, adultery wasn’t as bad as divorce in their family. There have been many philanderers over the years. They were all accepted in some way or another, as long as it didn’t end in a divorce.

Joey’s views on the subject were different. He felt if they didn’t get along, then they shouldn’t be together. He never understood why people should stay together in misery just because of how it might make them look to others.

Eventually, Uncle George got too careless and got one of his mistresses pregnant–twice. Apparently, he was trying to keep both children secret, giving his mistress false promises of leaving his wife for her. Eventually, the mistress stopped believing his lies and told Paula, who promptly threw him out of the house.

Because of their family’s views on divorce, their marriage was basically in limbo until something happened to finally end it. It usually ends when one side caves in and files for divorce. That way, the other side would say it wasn’t them who tried to get that divorce. In this case, George had a heart attack at work and died on the way to the hospital.

Then came the funeral. Some people may find it odd that Paula would go to the funeral of the man who cheated on her and had children with another woman. But his family was somewhat intertwined by a series of marriages since both sides of the family knew each other for so many decades. For example, while Joey’s mother and his aunt Paula were sisters, Joey’s father was George’s second cousin. Paula also got along well with other members of George’s family, many of whom understood why she separated from George after what he had done. So, Paula was mostly Kıbrıs Escort there for their sake, not her own.

Joey arrived at her house twenty minutes later. His Aunt Paula greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and let him into her house. She was ready, wearing a short-sleeved black dress that was cut off at her knees.

“You ready to go?” Joe asked.

“No, it’s too early,” she said. “You want to have some coffee with me and wait a little while?”

They sat on the couch in the living room, drinking coffee and just hanging out for a while, talking about a variety of subjects.

“How are you doing with all of this, Aunt Paula?” Joey asked.

“I’m doing alright, I suppose,” she said. “We haven’t been together in a few years, but it still feels sad.”

“That’s understandable. He was a big part of your life.”

Paula changed the subject and asked questions about Joey. Just like his mother, she questioned him about any women in his life, and he just gave her some vague answers.

Joe and his Aunt Paula always got along pretty well, probably because she was closer to his age than most of his other aunts and uncles. On his mother’s side, Paula was the youngest of seven children. She was 34 but could pass for younger. She had dirty blonde hair and a very good body that even Joey couldn’t resist noticing.

“Your tie is not right,” said Puala.

“Yeah, this was the best I could do after several failed attempts.”

“Let me fix this for you,” she said as she grabbed at Joey’s tie.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“It’s fine, I want to,” she assured him. “I used to do this for your Uncle George all the time. And before that, I used to help my brothers with this, so I was good at this for a long time.”

She took Joey’s tie off of his neck. She first smoothed out a few of the wrinkles that formed from a few of Joe’s failed attempts to tie it, then she proceeded to tie it back on for him. She did a method he recognized from when he searched for tying methods on the internet but couldn’t get it done right. On the first attempt, she got the tie around Joey’s neck better than he could ever have imagined.

“This looks perfect,” said Joey. “You’re a natural.”

“Thank you,” said Paula.

There was an awkward silence between them as they looked into each other’s eyes. Before he knew it, Paula grabbed Joey by the tie and pulled him toward her, and she kissed him hard on the face. She held the kiss there for several seconds before letting it go.

“Sorry, I just needed to do that,” she said.

“You needed to kiss me? Why?”

“It was a good distraction for how I’m feeling right now.”

“Ok, I guess that’s understandable– “

She interrupted him, pulling him close to her, this time by grabbing him by his shoulders. She planted another kiss on him, this time with her tongue entering his mouth. This time, the kiss lasted a lot longer than it should have. Joey was getting into it as much as his Aunt Paula was. Eventually, he realized what he was doing and pulled away from the kiss.

“Aunt Paula, what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, I just need this,” she said. “I’m feeling very stressed right now, and this is actually helping me.”

“By making out with your nephew?”

“It wasn’t exactly how I was expecting to deal with my emotions today. The idea sort of just happened.”

She tried to kiss him again, but this time Joey pushed her away.

“I understand you’re feeling very emotional right now, but I can’t do this for you.”

“If not you, then it will be someone else,” she told him. “So, either you make out with me right now, or I take the first guy I see at the funeral into a coat closet.”

Joey couldn’t tell if she was just exaggerating or not, but he could see she was being very emotional right now. He didn’t hate the kissing; it was actually pretty good. So, he thought just this once wouldn’t be a problem.

“OK, we can make out a little,” said Joey. “But only a little, let’s not get too crazy with it.”

“No problem.”

They held each other and they started making out again. Joey was enjoying this more than he thought he would. He especially liked how his aunt’s breasts were pressed up against his body in this embrace. His hand moved down towards her lower back, just above her ass. He wanted to grab her ass but resisted the urge. He was getting a little turned on and felt his dick move around in his pants. He never thought he would feel this way about his own aunt.

After several minutes, they finally let go of each other.

“Thank you, that actually made me feel better,” said Paula.

“I’m glad to help.”

Paula went to the bathroom in her bedroom to fix her makeup that got a little smeared just now. Joey went to the second, smaller bathroom in the house to fix himself up as well. He had a little lipstick on him that he needed to wash away, and he fixed up his hair while he was at it.

When they met each other back in the living room, Paula fixed Joey’s Lefkoşa Escort tie again because it got messed up from what they were doing before. Joey was scared that she was going to kiss him again and didn’t know how he would feel about that. Nothing happened, as Paula fixed his tie and they left the house.

They said nothing to each other on the whole drive to the funeral home. Joey kept looking over at Paula, who was just staring out the window with a blank face. Joey thought about saying something about what happened between them earlier, but he couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t make things more awkward between them.

When they got to the funeral home, they separated as they greeted other members of the family and some friends of George. Paula was swarmed by people who wanted to give her their condolences.

It was a standard funeral. After the guests viewed the body, they sat down to listen to the priest deliver a homily about the deceased. Afterwards, George’s brother delivered a very moving eulogy. A few people stood up to say a few nice things about George, and to everyone’s surprise, Paula also got up to say something. Her words weren’t as moving as some of the others, but they said the right things that needed to be said to make George’s side of the family feel better.

Afterwards, they all left to follow the hearse to the cemetery for the burial. Joey drove Paula again; he said he liked her speech about George, and she thanked him. They had a little conversation on their way to the cemetery.

At the gravesite, the priest recited more prayers before George’s coffin was lowered into the grave. Everyone soon left to go to one of George’s relatives’ houses for the reception.

Joey drove her again, since he was already driving her around today. He was expecting to be doing that the rest of the day now that it was his job.

“Before we go, can we go around to the other side of the cemetery for a bit?” she asked. “There’s another grave I want to visit quickly before we go.”

“No problem.”

He drove around to another part of the cemetery. He kept asking where they were going, but Paula’s answers were vague. He started to wonder if she knew where she was going.

“OK, right here is good,” she said.

Joey parked the car and they both undid their seatbelts.

“Where’s the grave you want to visit?”

“Oh, there is no other grave here,” she said. “I was just looking for a place where we couldn’t be seen.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Paula answered his question by grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him to her as she kissed him hard on the mouth. It took a while to pull himself away from Paula, as she was remarkably strong at the moment.

“We can’t do this,” said Joey. “Not now, especially not here.”

“Please, I really need this,” she pleaded to him. “I’m very, very emotional right now and I need this kind of comfort. Please do this for me.”

Joey saw how sad she was. He felt for her and thought one more time wouldn’t hurt. Plus, it wasn’t like he didn’t like it the last time they did this.

“OK, but we can’t stay long. We need to get to the reception,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she said. “By the way, you can put your hands wherever you want, I don’t mind. I have nice tits and they deserve to be felt up.”

Joey couldn’t believe that his aunt suggested that he should feel her up at a cemetery. He also couldn’t believe that he was looking forward to feeling her tits. He never thought he would be in this kind of situation; if he ever did, he never thought it would be with his aunt.

They started making out again. Joey was surprised at how much he was enjoying this. He was making out with his aunt on the day of her husband’s funeral, in the cemetery where they had just buried him. It was very disturbing, but at the same time, weirdly exciting.

He let his hands roam free on her body since he had gotten her permission to do so. He grabbed at her ass, as he had wanted to do before, back at her house. It wasn’t too big, but enough to get a good handful of it.

When he was ready, he moved his hands to her breasts and got a good feel of them over her dress. He could tell she had a nice pair under that dress and really wanted to get his hands on them. He took a chance and reached around her back to unzip her dress; when he saw that she didn’t seem to mind that he did that, he pulled down the top part of her dress. He tried to unhook her bra, but there was a problem with the clasp that prevented him from taking the bra off of her. Instead, he grabbed the bra straps with each hand and pulled the bra down to her waist. Joey just stared at her naked breasts; they were better than he imagined they might be. Perfectly round D-cups with nipples the size of a half-dollar coin. He started kissing her again as he grabbed at her tits, kneading those beautiful mounts of flesh with his hands.

Everything stopped when Joey’s phone started ringing. He saw that it was from his mother, and Girne Escort they realized they were taking too long to get to the reception.

Joey had no choice but to answer the phone because he knew his mother would keep calling if he didn’t pick up.

“Where are you two?” asked his mother.

“We got off the main road,” said Joey. “I had to pull over to answer the phone, but we’ll be there soon.”

They said their goodbyes, hung up the phone, and then quickly drove off. Paula got herself dressed back up as Joey drove away. On the road, she fixed her makeup again using items she had in her purse. She saw that Joey again had lipstick around his mouth and wiped it away with a tissue, all while he was still driving.

They took the time to make up some excuse for why they were late. If anyone asked, they would say that Paula asked Joey to take her to a grave at the cemetery for another person that she knew and wanted to pay her respects. They couldn’t find it because she forgot that it was at a different cemetery, and on their way to the reception they had gotten on the wrong road, which took them a little longer to get there. They figured it was general enough to sound plausible without too many questions being asked.

“Sorry about this,” said Paula. “I can’t believe I’m behaving like this today of all days.”

“No problem. It’s not like I didn’t want it either,” he said. “How do you feel now?”

“Much better now that I got that out of my system. Thank you.”

When they finally arrived, they apologized and used the excuse they came up with for being late, which worked. They separated again; Joey thought it was for the best since he was afraid that he might inadvertently do something to make the situation between them seem uncomfortable and be noticed by the funeral guests.

The guests enjoyed themselves at the reception. There was plenty of food provided by the host, plus some more from the guests. There was some crying from those who missed George, but there was laughter from others who remembered some of the fun times with him. Joey looked over at Paula a few times and saw she was doing fine and getting along with George’s family pretty well.

Later on, he went out back for some fresh air. There he found Paula, smoking a cigarette.

“I thought you had quit smoking.”

“I’m always quitting and I always come back to it,” she said. “Today, I really need it.”

She offered him a cigarette, but he declined.

“How are you doing with all of this?” Joey asked.

“Alright, I guess,” she answered. “It’s just that… never mind… “

“What is it?”

Paula took another drag of her cigarette before she answered him.

“Here’s the thing. George and I were getting along near the end. He apologized for everything, and we were talking about finally ending the marriage.”

“I’m sorry,” said Joey.

“No, we were both happy about that idea. It needed to end. We couldn’t drag the separation forever.”

“That makes sense.”

“Now, I have his side of the family saying how sad they were for my loss and how we were a good couple together.”

“I see.”

“Not only that, they’re in there pretending that we weren’t separated because of his philandering. At least George acknowledged and apologized for what he did. They’re in there pretending he was the perfect husband.”

“This is a funeral, after all,” said Joey. “This is where people remember the good things about the deceased.”

She took another couple of drags of her cigarette.

“I suppose you’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry for throwing myself at you the way I did before. I know I put you in an awkward position, and I appreciate you putting up with me.”

“It’s alright. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it.”

Paula laughed.

“No, you didn’t,” she said, smiling. “How are my tits, by the way?”

“Excuse me.”

Joey felt he shouldn’t be surprised by that question after everything they went through today, but he still was.

“At my age, I’m worried they may be sagging,” she said. “You’re the first guy in a long time to get his hands on them.”

Joey chuckled in embarrassment.

“I assure you, your tits are fantastic,” he assured her.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling again.

Paula finished her cigarette and they both headed back into the house.

The reception lasted for a couple more hours before the guests began to leave. Paula stayed a little longer because she felt she had to. A couple of hours later, it was time for most people to leave, and Paula said her goodbyes to everyone before she found Joey to get him to take her back home.

Paula asked Joey if she could smoke in his car. He said yes, as long as she opened the window. She smoked a whole cigarette before they were halfway to her place, and she pulled out another one.

“I’m sorry, I don’t usually smoke this much,” she said. “It’s just one of those days.”

“No problem. It’s understandable.”

“To be honest, I’m just glad it’s all over. It’s just too emotional today. I’m surprised I haven’t broken down crying myself.”

“Nobody would blame you if you did.”

Despite the situation that went down between Paula and George, Joey could tell that she still had feelings for him. They had been technically married for the last few years, after all.

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