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Aunt Em Ch. 01

By: Falling4U



This story is set in the summer of 1968. The events have remained a secret since that time but as the lady in question is now dead it feels right to make them public, although her name has been changed to respect her anonymity. 

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Auntie Em had never married and was an only child. I call her "Auntie" and did so for all my life ( except when we were alone together as you will discover later ) but in truth she was my mother's cousin. My grandmother was the younger sister of her mother. She was only a year or two older than my mum and as they lived very near to one another they had grown up almost as sisters. They went to the same school and did all the things sisters do and although when they left school their jobs took them in different directions they still met up at weekends, went dancing, went on holiday to the seaside together and shared the first stages of womanhood together.

In the late 40's my mum had met and married my dad and Auntie Em had been her bridesmaid and although my mum and dad had set up home in the next town Auntie Em was still kept a close part of our family. That continued throughout our lives until a year or two ago when she died and I was the executor of her small estate. 

Auntie Em's father had died at a fairly young age and she lived at home with her mother until she too had died in the early 60s leaving the small terraced house to Auntie Em. By the time of her mother's death Auntie Em was already in her early forties and in many respects life seemed to have passed her by. She had given up any chance of marriage and a family of her own to look after her mother and seemed content in that choice. I can never recall a time in my childhood when she had had male companions and if I had known of those things then I would possibly even have questioned her sexuality. 

She had her work and kept her small house neat and tidy. She had a small circle of female friends who were either widows or women in a similar situation as herself and she saw a lot of my sister and I which seemed to fill the void of having no children of her own. We always seemed to be her favourites among the various children in our enlarged family. My grandmother had been one of 12 children and so there were plenty of family around but we always seemed to be the ones chosen for little treats etc.

Auntie Em was a little over average height for a woman and quite slim, in fact a little over-slim in my opinion. She seemed to have given up any pretence of attracting a man's eye as she hardly ever wore make up or wore her hair in a style which might impress. Her hair and clothes were usually a little old fashioned and gave the impression of someone who chose her clothing and her appearance for comfort rather than impact.

She was not unattractive but by 1968 she looked every bit of her 50 years and though there had been times in my adolescent years when I had used her as a fantasy older woman to assist me in getting hard and masturbating it was only on very rare occasions. There were a lot of much more attractive older women around who were much higher in my fantasy league table as I played with myself before drifting off to sleep.

It was June 1968 and I had left school following my "A" level exams and was passing the summer weeks awaiting my results and the hopeful entry into university that autumn. I had devoted a lot of the past years to study in an attempt to better myself from my working-class background and girls had taken a back seat a lot of the time. I went to a male-only school but there had been girlfriends and dates and some instances of adolescent fumblings with girls in my area who seemed just as curious as I to find out what sex was all about. But at the age of 18 I was still a virgin and beginning to get a bit self-conscious of the fact as the chance to go out into the big wide world came closer. Most of the girls I had encountered seemed willing enough to start along the road of discovery but reluctant to take that final step.

Looking back I hear people talk of how liberated the Sixties were, free love etc. All I can say is that none of that free love ever came my way -- at least not until Auntie Em lent a hand.

Auntie Em lived in the next town, but for a young, fit guy like me it was only 10 or 15 minutes walk away, especially if I ignored the main road and cut through the country lanes and paths. Mum and Dad had decided that it would be a good thing for me to spend some time helping Auntie Em get her house in shape before the winter. It would keep me out of mischief during the summer months and my Dad had promised to pay me and also to put some of my "wages" aside to supplement the grant which I would receive during my university studies.

Auntie Em's house was a small and comfortable place but, with no man around to help, things had started to look a little tired. The walls were all wood-chip and anaglypta paper and were all in need of a coat of emulsion whilst there were lots of other little jobs to keep me out of mischief. And so arrangements were made between my Mum and Dad and Auntie Em.

Auntie Em worked at a cotton mill quite close to her home, starting at 6am and finishing at 2pm so that she was home by 2.15 or so. I was to have a key to let myself in each morning and get started on the jobs and then Auntie Em would be home to assess my work, discuss any changes and set out a schedule for the next day's work.

And so there I was on the first Monday morning letting myself into my new work place. I quickly changed into my working outfit of t-shirt and old jeans and made my way upstairs to the front bedroom. It had been decided that I would start upstairs and work my way downwards and Auntie Em's bedroom was the place chosen for my first painting job. The house had two bedrooms and Auntie Em had moved into the spare room to give me plenty of access to the walls and skirting boards etc. 

The room was quite sparse and most of the furniture covered up. Clearly Auntie Em did not trust my painting skills. I got down to work and the walls soon began to look better already. Before I knew it my stomach was telling me it was lunchtime and so I tidied myself up as much as possible and tucked into the sandwiches etc that my mother had prepared. Soon it would be back to work and I figured that before I re-started it would be a good time to re-arrange the furniture a little so I could get at the wall behind the large double bed.

I dragged the bed to the other side of the room and then went to move the tallboy. It was quite heavy and I figured it would be easier to take out the drawers first. This proved to be the ideal solution but on removing the drawers I had my first encounter with Auntie Em's underwear. They should have had no effect on me as they took up a couple of drawers of the tallboy . They were by no means provocative and as with the rest of her clothing they had clearly been purchased with comfort in mind rather than in the hope of arousing passion. And yet as this 18 year old began to touch them they were clearly having that effect. My cock began to harden as I stroked the bras and panties that lay before me and I soon found the pair of panties that attracted me the most -- a floral pattern with some lace. I held them in my hand as I made the discovery that Auntie Em clearly wore stockings and a suspender belt -- not unusual in a woman of her years -- but a discovery which served to excite me even more. My cock was hardening at the thought of being in such close contact with an older woman's underwear. In a flash my zip was undone and Auntie Em's panties were sliding up and down my hard shaft as I reached a quick but satisfying orgasm. I took care not to mess up Auntie Em's panties and soon they were back in their drawer and I was back to work. I hoped I had left the drawers in a way that would not disclose the interest I had taken in their contents but more about that later.

Auntie Em was home by 2.15 and passed my efforts as more than satisfactory, made us both a cold drink and then got on with some housework before at about 5.30 I changed back into my street clothes and saying my goodbyes to Auntie Em I made my way home through the fields.

The next few days carried on just as the first. I finished Auntie Em's bedroom and the spare room and was now on the stairs and landing. Auntie Em had moved back into her room and got it just how she wanted it but each day I found myself drawn to her underwear drawers and the inevitable need to choose a pair of panties and wrap them around my young hard cock as I imagined myself giving Auntie Em a serious seeing to.

On her return from work each day we had started to chat much more freely than ever before. We talked of my hopes for university and the future and lots of other things. She teased me about girlfriends and something in the manner of her voice made me sense that, somehow, she had realised the secret of my daily trip to her underwear drawers. Don't ask me how but I sensed she was quite intrigued by the fact.

Suddenly one day whilst talking about girlfriends and other things she came right out with it.

"Are you still a virgin. John?"

I blushed and turned my eyes from her before confessing that I still was.

"Sorry to embarrass you like that. Don't worry love, I'm still one too" she laughed." I always found excuses to keep myself intact until the right man came along. But he never did. And I guess at my age it is now something that will never happen. My child-bearing years are behind me and I cannot imagine any man out there wanting to get saddled with an old spinster like me"

Somehow the fact that Auntie Em was still a virgin did not come as a surprise to me as I glibly replied " It's never too late Auntie Em and I am sure you would make some man very happy. Perhaps we should do something about things -- together?"

My comment met a stony silence. Auntie Em gave me a disapproving look and I quickly changed the subject and then found an urgent piece of painting that needed attending to.

A few days passed by and I had almost forgotten our conversation. Auntie Em did not mention the subject again and I, for one, was glad that my suggestion seemed to have had no effect on our relationship. She arrived home from work that day and brought a cold drink up to the landing where I was working. After making some small talk about the difference the new paint was making she came out with something that had clearly been on her mind.

"Do you know what we were talking about the other day?" Auntie Em hesitated. " About this virginity thing"

"Yes" I replied " I am sorry if I offended you"

"Don't worry John. It's just I have been giving it some serious thought ever since. You don't want to be going off to university in your present state and perhaps it would be one way of repaying you for all your hard work."

Auntie Em clearly felt the need to make it appear that she was only doing her Christian duty in trying to resolve my problem but if it gave me the chance to have my way with her then who was I to argue.

"And anyway it's about time I got to know what all the fuss is about. I think it's something that might do us both a lot of good". 

It sounded so strange to think of Auntie Em talking like that. Perhaps there was a side to her I had never seen. 

I was dumbstruck and did not know what to say. I was old enough to know that what was being hinted at was not in agreement with the Methodist way that both Auntie Em and I had been brought up but there was something that was becoming more appealing about her day by day. Especially as I worked my way through her underwear drawers.

With that nothing more was said until the following Monday. I carried on my work as usual and on Auntie Em's return from work she announced that she had been talking with my parents over the weekend.

"They are taking your sister down to visit relatives in the Midlands next weekend. They leave on Saturday morning and get home on Monday. They have asked me to look after you so I suggested it might be easier if you stayed in my spare room for a couple of nights. I hope it was ok to suggest that?"

"Yes fine Auntie Em" I nervously stuttered.

"It will give us some time alone together and we can relax and see if we can get you sorted and ready for all the young women you are likely to meet at university. It's a long time since I gave you a little treat. I thought you were too old for them now but this might be a treat we can share. Although it must always be our secret"

I nodded my agreement almost too nervous to speak. I had always imagined that I would lose my virginity to a girl of a similar age to myself, probably in the back of a car or in the park. The thought of losing it to a woman old enough to be my mother and in the comfort of her own home was a prospect that was both exciting and also a little scary. 

"Just one more thing John" Auntie Em spoke in a voice that indicated the subject was not up for discussion. " Over the weekend I want you to call me Emily. I don't want to think of myself as your aunt. It might get in the way of things if you know what I mean. Is that ok?"

I again nodded my agreement. I was happy to go along with anything that meant getting hold of Auntie Em's panties with her still inside them instead of my usual daily use of them.

"On Thursday evening you will have to lock up and leave before I get home. I am going to do a bit of shopping after work"

Auntie Em usually called on her way home to get a few things in each day but I sensed this was a little different.

" I have let my wardrobe get a bit out of date and I want to try and look my best for you at the weekend. It's a very long time since any man saw even a hint of my underwear so I think something a bit more alluring is called for. Any special requests? " she asked suggestively.

I sensed even more that she knew exactly what was happening in her underwear drawers whilst she was at work as I replied "Just whatever you feel good in Auntie Em"

She looked at me with disapproval. " You had better practise the "Emily" for the weekend. I want to think of you as a man and not my nephew"

"I will Au....... Emily" 

"Good" she smiled "Keep it up" -- the double entendre was not lost on me as I intended to keep it up Auntie Em as often and for as long as possible over the coming weekend. And I hoped there would be a lot of "coming" too, for both of us.

The week passed quickly. I saw no hint of new underwear in Auntie Em's drawers. She had either not made her new purchases or hidden them away to surprise me. As I said before, something told me that she was aware that male eyes and hands were prying into her own private world.

My mother was concerned about leaving me alone but happy that Auntie Em would be able to take care of me.

Auntie Em did not say another word about what lay ahead except on the Friday evening she gave me a little wink as she waved me good-bye and said she would see me on the Saturday morning once my parents had got away safely.

On the Friday evening my mother seemed a bit guilty at the thought of leaving me alone at the weekend.

"It's not too late to change your mind and come with us" she said " I am sure Auntie Em wouldn't mind. She has seen rather a lot of you recently and might be glad of the rest"

"I promised to see to one or two things over the weekend" I hesitatingly replied, hoping that Auntie Em would be seeing a lot more of me over the weekend, and that I would see a lot more of her too.

Aunt Em Ch. 01



(Caution--there isn't a lot of lead-in to most of my stories. If that is what you want, look somewhere else. Thank you)




Her name was Emma. Aunt Em. My father's older sister. When I got out of college and got my first job it was in the town where Aunt Em lived. To save money and give myself time to figure out if this company was a place where I wanted to stay my parents convinced me to stay with Aunt Em. It was acceptable to her so we agreed I would pay her a small amount--$200/month--for room and board. The weekend before I started my new job I packed all my earthly belongings in my car and moved into Aunt Em's house.

Aunt Em was 62. Her husband had passed away about 4 years earlier and she had been living alone since then. They never had kids. I didn't remember much about my uncle growing up. When Aunt Em visited she was usually by herself and, even when he was there, he was always in the background. I didn't really notice at the time but, thinking back on it, there was always something...I don't know...sexual...about her. A little kid wouldn't take note of these things but I seem to remember my aunt would usually wear a dress or skirt that showed a lot of leg. I remember her wearing an ankle bracelet at one time. In addition her blouse would be open or her dress would have a plunging neckline to show off her chest. She usually smelled pretty, too.

At this point I should probably describe her. She is medium height with hazel eyes and light brown hair that she wears in a short hairstyle. She isn't trim but she isn't really heavy. The word "soft" comes to mind when describing her figure. Based on her general appearance you might almost call her "frumpy" except for her eyes. There was always a sparkle of something mysterious and exciting in them.

When I got to her house that Sunday afternoon she hugged me, gave me a warm kiss on the cheek and told me how nice it was to see me and how happy she was to have a man to share the house with. Then she showed me to my room. I was going to have the bedroom upstairs with my own bathroom. Her master bedroom was on the main floor. She told me she wanted to give me as much private space as I could in case I had a girl over. I thanked her but informed her I had no girl nor did I think I'd have much time to find one what with starting a new job in a new city and everything. She made me blush when she said a handsome young man like myself shouldn't have any trouble meeting women. Her smile made me think she enjoyed making me uncomfortable like that.

Then she left me alone to get my things situated. It took me the rest of the evening to get everything unpacked and put away with only a short break for the dinner she prepared. She had some wine on the table at dinner but I politely refused to join her in a glass as I had plenty of things to do to get ready for my first day of work.

That first week was something of a blur. The job looked like it would be challenging but fun. I only got lost a couple of times driving around the town. I didn't see much of Aunt Em that week. Wanting to get up to speed on the job I spent extra time there. It was usually late when I left so most nights I grabbed fast food for dinner. When I got home Aunt Em would usually be watching TV in the living room. I'd join her for a little bit, then head off to bed, dog tired from my day.

Finally Friday came. My first week at my new job was over. Some of my coworkers took me out for dinner Friday night. As a result, it was a little late when I got home. The house was dark. Aunt Em was already in bed. Being quiet so as not to wake her, I silently walked up the stairs to my room. I took a shower and, realizing | was too worked up from my busy week to sleep, put on some lounging pants and a tee shirt and crept back downstairs to watch TV and drink some of the wine that was left over from Sunday night. 

I'd been on the couch about a half hour when Aunt Em padded into the living room in a robe and slippers.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Em," I said. "I hope I didn't wake you up. I was too excited to sleep so I thought I'd watch a little TV."

"No, you didn't, dear," she replied. "The truth is I couldn't sleep myself. I must have done something to my neck. It feels a little stiff and I just can't find a good position to sleep in tonight. Mind if I join you?"

"Go ahead. I was just having some of this wine. It's pretty good. Can I get you a glass?"

"Thank you, dear. That's sweet."

Returning with a glass for her I rejoined her on the couch and poured her some wine.

"So you're pretty excited about your first week, are you?" she asked. "I've been wondering how it was going but I hardly saw you this week."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Em," I said. "I wanted to put in some extra hours to learn the job faster. Then tonight some people wanted to take me out to dinner. But, yes, I am excited. I think I'm going to like this job. It seems like it will be something that interests me. And it won't be easy. But I like a challenge. You know, there is a lot of stuff they teach in school that doesn't really apply to the real world. So it looks like my learning is going to continue, even beyond the 4 years I spent at college."

"I'm glad you like the job. And I'm glad you are thinking about staying. I hope you know you can stay here as long as you want. It does get lonely in this big house by myself. And there are so many little things that Henry used to take care of that I don't know how to. It will be nice having a man around to fix things."

When she said that she put her hand on my leg. Maybe it was the wine but I thought her hand was a little closer to my crotch than it needed to be.

We continued to watch TV and drank wine.

After a while Aunt Em asked me: "Well, dear, are you getting tired yet?"

"Not really, Aunt Em. I must be more wired than I thought. I'm not sleepy at all."

"Well, I think it is time for this old lady to get some beauty sleep. But my neck is still bothering me a little. Could you maybe rub it for me? That was another thing I miss about Henry. He had magic hands when it came to massaging my sore muscles."

That made me uncomfortable. I'd never given a massage before--let alone to someone I was related to. But as she looked at me with those hopeful eyes, and thinking about how she was letting me live in her house for practically nothing, I couldn't say no.

"Sure, Aunt Em. I've never massaged someone's neck before but I'll try."

"Thank you. You're so sweet," she said, then turned her back to me and scooted toward me so I could reach her.

"It works best if you rub right on the muscles," she said and shucked the robe off her shoulders. 

I tentatively put my hands on her bare shoulders at the neck.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Yes. Now just rub up and down the sides and back of my neck."

Her skin was very soft. And with her sitting so close to me I got a good whiff of her perfume. It was very exotic. I found myself liking it.

"You can rub a little harder, darling. You won't hurt me."

"OK, Aunt Em," I responded.

Her head dropped forward as I massaged her neck.

"That's right, dear. Use your thumbs, too, to rub the back of my neck."

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe I was just worked up from the week I had, but I found myself kind of enjoying giving her pleasure with my hands.

"Now be a love and rub my shoulders, too, would you? Oh, that feels so good," she murmured.

I continued to work her soft shoulders and neck. As I did so a low moan escaped from her lips.

"You can't believe how good that feels," she whispered. "When you're done, maybe I can return the favor and get you relaxed enough for bed."

I felt my cock twitch at that. I'm sure she didn't mean the innuendo but I couldn't help fantasizing, just a little, that she did.

Focusing myself I continued to massage her. She continued to let out moans--deeper moans. Sexy moans. Again my cock twitched. When she leaned back into me and I felt her warm body against mine it took all the effort I had to convince myself that there was nothing wrong going on. She was my aunt, for cripes' sake. She was 40 years older than me. She wasn't coming on to me. Still, it was easier to convince my brain than my cock which was in a permanent state of semi-hardness.

Finally she put her hands on mine to stop the massage. She scooted away on the couch and turned to face me.

"Thank you, Gee. That was heavenly," she told me.

At least I think that is what she told me. My eyes were on her semi-bare chest. With her robe still off her shoulders almost the entire cleavage between her breasts was on display. 

I may have mumbled "You're welcome, Aunt Em." I'm not sure.

Then, noticing the not quite empty wine bottle she said: "Ooh, there's just a little bit of wine left. Why don't you finish this off for me so I can throw the bottle out."

I tried to protest that I didn't want any more but she leaned over to fill my glass anyway. As she did so my eyes were riveted to her left breast as the robe fell away from it. I thought I caught a glimpse of her nipple. Handing me the glass she must have seen that I was staring as I got red in the face again and she smiled that smug smile again.

"Now you finish that wine for me. As for this old lady, it's time to go to bed." And she stood up. Leaning over she kissed me on the cheek and said "Good night, dear." I swear I could feel the heat of her breasts as she leaned over to kiss me.

"Good night, Aunt Em. I'll probably be right behind you."

Realizing the innuendo in what I just said I blushed again. As she walked away I swear I heard her laugh a little.

I downed the last of the wine, turned off the TV and headed upstairs to my bedroom.

Five minutes later I was laying on my back in my bed in just my lounging pants, staring at the ceiling in the dark trying to unjumble the thoughts in my head. Had my aunt been coming on to me? There was no way. It had to be just my imagination. She was family. She was a lot older than me. At her age she probably didn't even think about sex any more. And what if she was coming on to me. I couldn't do anything about it. It would be wrong. And would I even want to do anything about it? There were things about her that were sexy. I had to admit that. But she was so old. And she was my dad's sister. 

As I lay there with all these thoughts going through my mind I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Gee? Are you still up?"

"Uh...yes, Aunt Em. Do you need something?"

"Can I come in, dear?"

"Oh...sure."

I turned on the bedside light.

Aunt Em was wearing the same robe she had on earlier.

"What is it, Aunt Em?" I asked.

Without hesitation she sat on the bed next to me. I fidgeted a little and the merest trace of a smile crossed her face.

"Still can't sleep, honey?" she asked.

"I guess I'm more wired up than I thought," I answered.

"I've been thinking, Gee dear," she began. "When you were rubbing my neck downstairs I felt that you were getting a little aroused."

"Whaaa?" I stammered. "No, no, nothing like that."

"It's alright, dear. Your Aunt Em has been around. I haven't spent my whole life planting flowers and playing bridge. I know some things about the real world. You're all grown up now. You have urges and feelings."

I tried to protest but she continued.

"Now I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable, honey." (Although as she was talking to me her hand was rubbing my leg which made me very uncomfortable indeed.) "I'm just trying to tell you why I think you can't sleep. You've had a busy week. It's been an exciting week. So much is new to you and you're excited to begin your journey as a man. And admit it or not part of being a man instead of a boy is having sexual urges. You've told me you don't know any girls. I think part of the reason you are so worked up is that you need sexual release. But you don't have a girl to help you with that."

"Aunt Em, please," I pleaded, getting redder by the minute.

"Listen to me, Gee honey," she said. "I promised your folks that I would watch out for you when you came here. And if I let you go crazy because of all your built up sexual tension than I wouldn't be doing my job, would I?"

By this time her hand had moved up my leg and was brushing my hardening cock. And I knew she noticed that it was hardening because her last sentence was delivered with her eyes looking right at my crotch area.

Then she squeezed her hand around my cock.

"Well, would I?" she asked.

It was hard to concentrate or to argue with her at that point.

"I'll take your silence for a 'no'" she said and proceeded to pull my blanket down.

There I lay in just my lounging pants, my cock straining to rise up like a flag pole through the fabric. Soon her warm fingers were in the waistband of my pajama bottoms pulling them down and exposing my rigid cock.

"And I'll take that as a 'hell no,'" she said with that same smug smile I'd seen several times that day.

Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and I clenched my butt cheeks as if shocked. As she slowly played with my manhood, though, I relaxed. Could this be so wrong, I thought. I mean, it wasn't as if I was cheating with a married woman. Aunt Em was widowed. And she was just touching me. And, damn, it felt good. Her fingers were obviously experienced in handling a man's dick. She applied just the right amount of pressure with her fingers as she slowly fisted me. All the while she was looking into my face, gauging my reaction. Sensing that I had resigned myself to experiencing the pleasures she could bring, she cooed: "Yes, that's right, baby. Let Em bring you the release you so badly need." 

With that she bent over and licked the head of my cock. Her tongue was warm and wet and it was as experienced at what it was doing as her hand was. She bathed the entire length of my 7" rod from the head to the base in kisses and licks. Then she worked one ball into her mouth. When she began to suck on it I groaned out loud. I had never had my balls sucked before and it was exquisite. I could feel her lips around it and her tongue gently cradling it as she sucked on it. 

"Mmm," she moaned. "Such a nice tasty cock. And what big balls. I just love to suck on a big set of young, manly nuts."

And she gave me a wink.

"But even more than sucking on a nice set of nuts, I love sucking on a fresh, young cock." 

So saying she proceeded to wrap her mouth around my cock. I groaned again as I felt it enclosed in her hot, wet, waiting mouth. My Aunt Em was very good at sucking cock. She went very slow at first, only taking about half of it in. It was like eating an ice cream cone on a hot, summer day. You crave one so much that when you do get one you just take little licks from one edge, feeling the cold, tastiness in your mouth and down your throat. My Aunt Em wanted to savor the first taste of my hard, burning cock in her mouth before really getting down to business. And I, too, savored that first sensation of her wet mouth going up and down my cock skin. Slowly her tempo increased. Her mouth went up and down, up and down while she sucked and licked. I leaned my head back on my pillow and shut my eyes tight, not thinking about my aunt blowing me but just concentrating on the pleasure and the erotic sensations I was feeling. Soon more and more of my cock was going in each time until finally she was taking almost all of it in. The room was filled with the sounds of the bed rocking, her lips smacking and my moans as this elderly aunt of mine gave me oral pleasure like I had never known in my young life. 

Occasionally she would stop her sucking to let her tongue swirl around my sensitive cock head. Every time she did that it brought louder moans from me. Just when I thought I would pop my load she would plunge my manhood back deep into her mouth and go back to sucking me.

While her mouth was thus engaged her fingers cupped and kneaded my balls She squeezed and pumped them like she was trying to draw my entire stock of cum out of my groin so that when I did cum, it would shoot out all over the room like a fire hose. 

My cock began to tingle. Although I didn't want the blow job to end I knew it was only a short matter of time before I could no longer hold back. 

As if knowing what I was thinking Aunt Em began to work her middle finger toward my perineum. After just a little searching she found that sensitive membrane underneath my balls. Her finger began to press down on it and I let out a screaming moan: "Nngh--nngh--nnnngh!"

With that I came in a violent and potent ejaculation, my stomach muscles tightening up and my hips involuntarily coming off the bed. 

Aunt Em caught the first of it in her mouth, her tongue lapping it up like chocolate syrup. Then she pulled back to watch my white, sticky goo come shooting and oozing out of my hot, raw cock.

"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered huskily. "Shoot it for me. Let me have all your sweet man juice."

Just as the flow started to slow down she stroked my membrane again and another batch came gushing out. Every time it slowed she'd work a little more until I was left spent but still twitching.

As I lay exhausted and spread out on the bed, Aunt Em lay down beside me. She ran her fingers in circles through the cum pooled on my belly, stopping now and again to bring her fingers to her mouth to taste it. She even offered some to me once and laughed a little wicked laugh when I shook my head 'no'.

"So how was it, Gee?" she whispered in my ear. I could smell my sex on her breath. It was strangely titillating.

"Oh, my Gawd, Aunt Em," I breathed. "That was incredible."

"I'm glad you liked it, honey. It was good for me, too. You have a beautiful cock. I have a confession to make, I've been wanting to get my hands on it since you were in high school."

"Really, Aunt Em?" I asked.

"Uh huh. You always were a handsome young man. That's why I was so excited when I heard you were moving here. I figured it was my chance to have you. I knew you'd be good. So now I have a proposition for you," she said.

Looking at her I asked: "What is it?"

She leaned her face over mine and looked deep into my eyes.

"You were going to pay me $200 a month to live here. What if I said you could live here for free provided you do some special things for me once a week. Let's say Friday nights."

"Special things?" I asked.

"Yes," she responded. "I know you will have your own social life that will keep you busy. You might even find a girl to go out with on Saturday nights. But Friday nights could be our night to do something. Just you and me. It could be going out to dinner at a nice place, or going to a movie or the symphony. Or it could be something more private and personal." 

At the words "private and personal" she rubbed her robe-clad groin against my bare leg.

"If you know what I mean," she added. "Is it a deal?"

With the memory of my intense orgasm so fresh in my mind it only took me a couple of seconds to say "Yes. We have a deal."

Aunt Em smiled a big, happy smile. Then she leaned over to my ear, breathed the word "Good", then kissed my ear and ran her tongue around it.

Getting up she said: "Good night, dear, I suspect you're ready for sleep now."

"Yes, Aunt Em," I replied. "I am. I'm very sleepy."

Before going out the door she turned and asked: "Do you have enough clean towels in your bathroom?"

"Yes," I answered.

Looking at the pool of cum on my chest she said with a smile: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

"My pleasure," she rejoined and headed back downstairs to her room.



Aunt Em Ch. 02



Saturday morning came and I could hardly wait for my parents and sister to set off. My mother left with the words "Are you sure you will be alright?"

"Don't worry Mum, Auntie Em will make sure I don't get into anything I shouldn't." The main things I was interested in getting into right at that moment were Auntie Em's panties and also her bed.

I had packed a few things for the weekend in a small overnight bag and after getting myself ready I was soon on my way to Auntie Em's. I decided to take the long route via the main road as this made sure I did not risk spoiling my clothes taking the paths through the fields which included the odd stile or two. I wanted her first impression of me to be just right and besides it gave me a chance to calm the nerves that were coursing through my body.

I knocked on the front door of Auntie Em's little house. I still had my key but somehow this felt different to my normal working days. The door was opened by a smiling Auntie Em who looked a little different to the lady I knew. She wore a bright, crisp white blouse and a floral pleated skirt that fell to just below her knees. She had done something to her short blonde hair, obviously trying to make the best of it, and there was also a hint of perfume in the air. She was clearly wearing a little make-up and lipstick which made her look much prettier than usual. I felt the beginning of a hardness between my legs as I looked at the "new" Auntie Em and wondered what lay ahead. 

"Take your bag upstairs to the spare room John. I have one or two jobs to finish and then I will make us some coffee. You settle down and make yourself comfortable. You've done enough work for one week"

The reference to the "spare room" had me puzzled. Was Auntie Em having second thoughts or was it just her way of giving me a little space in case I was having second thoughts of my own. I did as requested and took my bag upstairs before calling to make use of the bathroom. The nerves had re-emerged and were starting to get the better of me. The longer that this period of indecision continued the more they were likely to take control. One of us was going to have to make the first move and somehow I suspected that ladies of Auntie Em's age had not been brought up to make that first move. It was going to have to be me who broke the ice, whenever the opportunity arose.

I settled down in a chair in Auntie Em's small living room and started to read the morning newspaper. Then my aunt appeared at the doorway to ask if I wanted coffee or tea.

"Whatever you are having Emily" I spoke, quite proud of myself for addressing her as ordered.

Auntie Em gave me a look of approval and disappeared into the kitchen.

Soon she returned with two steaming mugs of coffee and we sat across from one another making small talk as the coffee cooled. As we talked I noticed Auntie Em kept crossing and uncrossing her legs causing the skirt to rise to a little above her knees. I was not sure if this was a sign of nerves at the imminent surrender of something she had preserved for 50 years or if it was done on purpose to arouse me. Whatever the reason it was having its effect as I looked at her quite shapely nylon-covered legs and her shoes that had a semi-high heel. I was wondering if she had opted for tights or stuck to her preferred stockings as my cock again began to harden. Mum had made sure to instruct me to wear my best and newest underwear and the stiffness of the fabric was now evident against my even stiffer cock.

I longed to join Auntie Em on the sofa and take her in my arms but my lack of experience somehow made this a step too far.

The coffees were drunk and Auntie Em picked up the mugs to take them back into the kitchen. She was always one to keep on top of things like washing up and old habits obviously die hard. I watched her disappear from the room.

The sight of her backside swaying as she walked on her semi-high heels sent a little shiver down my spine. There was nothing for it. It was up to me to make the first move and I rose from my chair and went to the open kitchen door. Auntie Em had her back to me putting the coffee mugs into the sink. Without giving myself time to re-think the situation and have doubts I crept up behind her placing my hands on her backside and kissed the side of her neck. She froze as I did so but made no move to escape and as the seconds passed her head moved in approval of my continuing short gentle kisses and she seemed to push herself against my body. Any closer and she would feel the long hard erection that was waiting just for her.

My hands moved from Auntie Em's backside and slid below her arms and then rose to cup her breasts as she began to moan softly. I could feel the softness of her breasts through the material of her blouse and bra and as I fondled them gently but firmly the first signs of her hardening nipples became evident. Auntie Em made no attempt to repulse my advances and in fact she pushed herself further back against me. I sensed she could now feel the hardness of my cock which was directly in line with her small, firm buttocks. She gently moved those buttocks rubbing them against a cock that was getting even harder and even longer.

My left hand stayed working its magic on Auntie Em's left breast whilst my right moved down to the top of her skirt and felt the slight hint of a tummy. I started to rub it up and down with each downward rub taking me lower and lower. Auntie Em's moaning got more pronounced as my right hand was now against her crotch and clearly starting to arouse feelings she had hidden for so long. I decided to concentrate my efforts solely on her crotch area as she was obviously getting so much pleasure down there. I started to use my fingers to gradually raise the skirt inch by inch and was so glad that Auntie Em had chosen a flowing skirt with plenty of room for my desires.

Auntie Em clearly had no intention of stopping me and in fact her left hand had now gone down to the hem of her skirt and was helping me by raising it upwards. Soon I felt the skirt above my hand and not below it as I got my first touch of her panties with her still inside them. 

They felt silky and lacy and so good to the touch and as my hand strayed to the crotch I realised that they were damp too. This prim and proper lady who had always kept herself intact was starting to show signs of arousal that I had not expected. I had imagined that her pussy might need lots of stimulation after all these years of inactivity. How wrong could I have been. 

My fingers were now starting to trace Auntie Em's swollen pussy lips through the silkiness of her panties and her right hand was now on top of my right hand, not to discourage me but more to make sure I did not change my point of attack. Her left hand had disappeared behind her and had now found the bulge in the front of my trousers. She gasped as she started to gently rub the bulge in time with my rubbing on the crotch of her panties.

She stopped moaning for a second to whisper slowly but precisely " Let's find somewhere where we can be a bit more comfortable. "

I removed my hand from Auntie Em's panties and her skirt fell back to its normal level. She turned and smiled at me and led me into the living room. She sat on the sofa and beckoned me to sit by her side.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to make a move" she said " but it was so worth the wait. I feel so excited already."

I sat down beside Auntie Em and not wishing the moment to pass I took no time in leaning across and kissing her on the lips. She melted into my arms but our kiss was that of two closed mouths. She was not from a generation where French kissing was the norm and so I teased her lips with my tongue until she finally realised what I was trying to do and opened her mouth a little so that I could slide my tongue inside her mouth and locate her own tongue. Soon she was realising the pleasure that such intimacy can bring and was kissing me in a manner that I am sure was quite foreign to her but was clearly starting to arouse deep passions within her.

My right hand moved to Auntie Em's left bust and resumed my caressing and fondling and then I decided it was time to start to unfasten the buttons on the front of her blouse. My left hand was behind her head and my nerves were getting the better of me as I struggled with the top button. Auntie Em's hands came up against my right hand. I thought for a moment that they were there to admonish me for being so bold but instead she took control of the situation and started to undo the buttons for me. She was clearly as keen to get my hands on her bra as I was to have them there.

The blouse was open in a flash and my hand was back fondling her bust through the soft silky bra which felt exactly like the panties I had stroked earlier. Auntie Em's nipples were so hard now -- much harder than the nipples on the couple of girls that I had been lucky enough to get so intimate with. I looked down to see that the bra was a cream colour with lots of lace and decoration. It looked much more sexy than the maternal bras I had discovered on my secret missions.

Aunty Em's hands were on her blouse now and it was soon obvious that she wanted to remove it. Together we re-adjusted our positions till it was soon thrown behind the sofa. Auntie Em was not usually one for having clothing lying around the house but then neither was she someone who was usually locked in the passionate embrace of a man more than 30 years her junior.

Once free of her blouse Auntie Em began to unbutton my shirt and in no time at all it had joined her blouse on the living room floor. Once I was naked to the waist she started to stroke my young chest and the few hairs that had already arrived on it and gently rub my nipples between her fingers. This led me to realise that Auntie Em was trying to tell me something, that her own nipples were in need of some closer attention. I pushed my hand up the side elastic of her bra and started to try to bring it round to the cups at the front. Auntie Em clearly had better ideas as her left hand went behind her back.

She broke away from our kissing and said pleadingly "Help me take this off. It's starting to get in the way."

I had never undone a bra before but between us the fastening was soon undone and the bra fell down between us. Auntie Em took it in her left hand and threw it over the back of the sofa as we resumed our embrace and I felt the softness of her lips again on mine. By now she needed no coaxing as her tongue slid instantly between my lips. 

I was grateful that Auntie Em's windows were covered in thick net curtains as anyone walking past the window would not have believed their eyes.

My right hand was now on Auntie Em's tits. They felt so soft. They were quite small for a woman of her age but that had kept them firm and perky without any signs of sagging. Her nipples felt enormous in comparison to the smallness of her boobs. They felt so hard to my touch and yet so sensitive as I played with them.

"Suck them for me John. When I was a young woman one of my few boyfriends once sucked them. It felt so good and I want to feel that way again. Please ...."

I was not exactly sure what to do but my lips were soon alternating between Auntie Em's hard nipples, licking and sucking them. It was my first experience of this practice but the noises coming from Auntie Em let me know that I must be doing something right.

"Oh yes John, yes that's lovely" she moaned through clenched teeth.

My right hand now seemed a little redundant as my lips did all the required work and it seemed a good opportunity to find out if Auntie Em was wearing stockings and suspenders as my hand wandered under her skirt and found her nylon-covered knees before beginning a slow journey upwards. The nylons felt so sheer, not the usual kind of things contained in her bedroom drawers and as I reached her mid thighs I found that Auntie Em was indeed wearing stockings as I found my hand on the stocking tops and suspender fasteners. She trembled as my hand passed the stocking tops and was now sliding along her bare flesh before the short journey that again had my hand on the crotch of her panties. 

The last time there had been evidence of moisture. Now they were almost weighted down with the juices flowing from Auntie Em's cunt. She squealed with pleasure as I again began to trace the outline of her swollen pussy lips and she opened her legs wide to encourage my fingers to get even more intimate with her.

I had reached this stage with girls on two occasions before but both had been reluctant to go much further. In contrast Auntie Em clearly welcomed the attention her panties were receiving and she took her left hand and moving the crotch of her panties to one side gave me the perfect invitation to slide my fingers inside them and get my first feel of adult pussy.

Once her job had been done Auntie Em's hand moved away and started to launch an attack on the front of my trousers. 

"Have you ever held a cock Emily?" I asked as she tried to circle her fingers around it through my trousers.

"Not an erect one" she answered " Would you mind if I held yours?

"Be my guest" I said with a tremble in my voice at the thought of my cock soon being in the dainty hands of my middle aged aunt. " But before you do let me see if I can please you first"

I slid two fingers into her wetness and she let out a muffled scream to feel them there. 

"Be gentle with me John" Auntie Em whispered " No man has ever been where you are now so please be gentle"

Fortunately Auntie Em was so wet that there was no chance of me hurting her and soon I had built up a gentle but steady rhythm as my fingers drove in and out of her cunt.

At the age of 18 I did not even realise that women could have orgasms and it came as a bit of a shock when Auntie Em started to breathe deeply and writhe about against my thrusting fingers. I thought I must be hurting her and slowed my rhythm.

"No, please don't stop" moaned Auntie Em " In fact give them to me harder and faster"

I did as I was told and soon Auntie Em was a quivering wreck as I felt the sensations of an orgasm pulsate through her body. Her juices flowed even more freely than before and soon the crotch of her panties were soaking and the excess was starting to wet the new pleated skirt that lay beneath and would soon, no doubt, leak through onto her sofa. I was unsure as to whether Auntie Em had ever experienced this before but something told me that she had waited many years for the release that she was now enjoying.

Auntie Em started to return to normal. At my age I was unaware that many women can experience multiple orgasms and my fingers slowly slid from her wetness and out from her equally wet panties.

"Thank you my dear John" Auntie Em whispered with eyes closed " That was even better than I ever imagined it would be. You make me feel so special."

"You are special, Emily" I responded "Very special"

Auntie Em smiled in receipt of the compliment.

"Right now I am more than a little wet" she said after a brief period of silence "and I think it is high time you took me to bed. From what I can feel of that cock of yours it is in need of some relief. And I have just the thing it needs"

"Your pussy felt so good, Emily, so hot and so wet. Like nothing I ever felt before!! "

"And it felt so good to feel your fingers inside me ", she responded ," but right now I need even more. I want you to make love to me. In fact I hope you won't mind my language when I tell you that right now there is nothing I want more than a good fucking -- from you my dear John"



Aunt Em Ch. 02



(My stories tend to have little lead-in to the action. If you need lead-in, you might want to look somewhere else.)

After graduating college I got a job in the same town my aunt lived. To save on expenses I moved into her house.

The unexpected benefit was that Aunt Em turned out to be a hot-to-trot mature who had an ulterior motive to letting me move in. She kind of wanted me. I was shocked when she came into my room one night and ended up giving me a blowjob. But it was a great blowjob. So I got over being shocked and realized what a nice set-up I had found.

Which brings us to chapter 2 of the story.

The next week was something of a blur. The job was coming easier for me but I still spent extra time at the office learning the ropes. I saw a little more of my Aunt Em than I did the week before. I thought it might be weird after our escapades of the previous Friday night but she played it very cool. She related to me like a nephew. Once I got used to the fact that we could still have our aunt-nephew relationship I was cool with it also.

Friday afternoon she texted me asking if I could meet her for dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant downtown. Our Friday date. It sounded like a great idea. I felt like celebrating that night anyway. I had gotten my first paycheck that day. She made a reservation for 6:45 which still allowed me a little time to grab a quick beer with a co-worker after work.

Even so, I got to the restaurant first. i was standing there looking over the place when she came in. She had on a low-cut dark blue dress that ended about 3 inches above her knees, nylons and black, high heel stiletto shoes. A sparkly diamond necklace adorned her chest and she had gold bracelets on both arms. She had evidently been to the beauty shop that day because her hair was stunning, done in a very attractive hairstyle with just a few light streaks through the tips. Her makeup was immaculate and emphasized her lips and eyes. The first thought that crossed my mind was that she was "loaded for bear".

Upon seeing me a big smile crossed her face. She hugged me and kissed my cheek. It was then that I got a whiff of her perfume. It wasn't her usual. This smelled even more exotic and expensive. As the maitre'd led us to our table she took my arm. I swear half the men in the room turned to watch her pass. Hell, I would have.

We had a very nice dinner. That food was excellent, the wine was excellent. Even the conversation was excellent. I learned a lot about Aunt Em at that dinner. She told me that my uncle really was as reclusive as he seemed to my young mind so she had to find ways to amuse herself while they were married. She talked about her friends and some of the crazy nights they had when they went out on the town. I got a pretty good insight into what made my aunt tick that night.

I really enjoyed being able to pay for our meals. She completely understood my desire to so she didn't raise a fuss when I picked up the check. Then a whole new batch of guys watched her walk by as we left the place. I have to say that made me a little proud and amused-I know most of them were trying to figure out what I was doing with this much older but very attractive woman.

We headed on home in our own cars. As soon as I took my coat off Aunt Em informed me that our Friday night wasn't over yet. 

"Follow me," she beckoned and headed into her bedroom.

"That was a very nice dinner, Gee and now it is time for dessert," she said. "Come over here. I want you to undress me."

Now it might have been the wine I had at dinner. Or it might have been the thought of how the last Friday night went. Or I might just have been horny. But i barely hesitated before walking behind my aunt to unzip her dress. When it was undone she let it slip off her shoulders and to the floor. As I suspected she had not been wearing a bra. She turned to me and my eyes locked on her breasts. Despite her age her tits were still round and fairly firm. They looked like nice handfuls. I wanted to reach out and squeeze them in my hands. Before I could however she instructed me to continue undressing her.

"Now the shoes, Gee darling."

I knelt down. She lifted one foot and placed it in my crotch so I could unstrap the shoe and take it off. My other hand was on her nyloned leg to steady her. After the first shoe was off she put her other foot in my crotch so I could remove that shoe. 

"And finally my hose."

Before I could rise she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"No, no. Stay there and remove it."

Looking up into her face I reached up to the waist of her pantyhose to hook my fingers in the band. She had that now familiar smug smile on her face as I did so. Slowly I pulled out and down on the band. I got them over the top of her hips and continued bringing them down. Now my eyes were focused on the space between her legs. I was spellbound to see what her bush looked like. Would it be hairy or would it be shaved clean? Or would there be just a small patch of hair? Her hose came down and down until the first wisps of her pubic hair started to show. More and more of her pussy was uncovered until the whole thing was in view. I was delighted to see that she had a neatly trimmed light brown bush. Once I got the hose past her pussy I quickly pulled it all the way down so she could step out of it. Now my aunt stood in front of me in all her naked glory. Sure there was a little fat on her and sure her skin was a little mottled with age, but her body was naked and ready and I just knew she knew how to use it.

"OK, Gee. Now you undress yourself while I watch," she told me and lay down on the bed propped up on some pillows.

First I kicked off my shoes and removed my socks. Her eyes looked right into mine as I unbuttoned my shirt. Once it came off she let them wander over my bare chest. Then her gaze moved back into mine as I reached for my belt. She gave me a little nod and I undid my pants. Her eyes never left mine until both my pants and underwear were crumpled on the floor. Then she let them travel down my body until they got to my cock. Her mouth opened slightly and she quickly licked her lips as she drank in my cock and balls hanging there. The gesture sent a shock through me. I realized then how practiced Aunt Em was at seduction. It was a wonder she didn't have men stretched around the block every night waiting for an invitation to her bed. Or maybe she did.

After taking in the sight of my naked body for a couple of minutes she reached out her arms and said: "Come."

She didn't have to ask me twice. Any reservations I had had a week before about doing something naughty with my dear aunt were long gone. If she fucked anywhere near as good as she sucked I knew I'd be in for quite a night.

As I crawled up between her legs she put her arms around me. As she stroked my skin I began kissing her neck and nuzzling her ear. 

"Mmmm, that's right, Gee," she breathed. "Kiss me all over. We'll make it long and slow...this time."

I then moved on down to her chest. I wanted to taste those luscious tits. Meanwhile her warm hand had snaked down to my cock. She was lightly fondling it.

She went "Oooooo" as I kissed her hardened nipples-first one, then the other. Her aureola were the size of half dollars and light brown. I sucked and licked on them while she continued to moan away under me. Her hand was now stroking my cock to hardness.

She continued to urge me on: "Oh, yes, baby. Suck my hard nipples. I love it."

My tongue flicked her nib back and forth. By this time my hand had roamed down her body to between her legs. I ran my fingers through her scratchy pubic hair. It felt really good. Soon I was stroking her cunt lips, getting them ready for my cock to penetrate.

"Mmm, yes, Gee," she moaned. "Stroke me good. Stick those fingers in me, baby. Finger fuck your Aunt Em."

With her cunt now wet I worked my middle finger in to the first knuckle. After twirling it around a little bit I shoved more into her until the whole thing was inside. All the while she continued to stroke my cock and whisper dirty things to me.

"Fuck yes, honey. That feels so good. I can't wait to have your big, thick cock in me. I want you to pound me senseless, darling. Will you do that for your Aunt Em? Huh? Will you pound me with your hot hard cock?"

I'm not going to lie. I was liking the dirty talk. It was really turning me on. It turned me on so much that I worked a second finger into her. After working them both around her moist, hot pussy for a while I began to working them in and out. I could tell by her moans that she liked it so I went a little faster-and a little faster. Soon I was slamming my fingers into her. As I pulled them out I would rub her clittie. She went crazy. 

I loved it.

The more I finger-fucked her the less she stroked my cock. It was like she was unable to concentrate on what her hand was doing because the pleasure coming from her mature cunt was too great. Finally she stopped stroking all-together, although she did not release me from her grip.

"Is that good, auntie?" I asked, knowing full well what her answer would be.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Keep doing that. H-h-h-harder. F-f-f-faster."

She began to moan continuously. My hand was sopping wet from her pussy juices but I continued plunging into her. I felt she was getting close-real close.

And she was. Suddenly her hand shot down to stop mine. 

"I don't want to cum yet, baby. I want to cum on your big, young cock in me."

"You're ready for it?" I teased.

"Oh, yes. Gimme. Gimme. Gimme."

Her legs spread a little wider and she guided my hardness to her love portal. 

"Oooh! Give it to me! Come on, my love. Give me what I need. Come on."

My cock entered her tunnel. I just gave her a little at a time. I wanted to feel and enjoy every inch of her hot, wet, willing pussy.

"Yes. Oh, yes. That's it. Put it all in. Fuck me, sugar. Fuck me hard with that big, fat rod of yours."

Slowly and steadily my hips pushed more and more until I was all the way in. Damn, it felt good. It may have been my elderly aunt under me but she was all sex. And I wanted to blast everything I had deep into her until she was screaming in ecstasy and I had no more to give.

I set up a bucking motion. In and out. Nice and steady. Enjoying the feeling of my cock going in and out of her wet hole. 

Her hands went to my chest to play with my nipples. Her fingernails raked across them with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You feel so-o-o good inside me. Your big, beautiful cock filling me up. Come on, baby, go faster. Fuck me faster."

I began to slam in and out of her faster and faster, my eyes shut tight with the effort. Sweat formed on my chest and neck. 

I felt myself about to cum so I stopped going in and out. Instead I pressed all the way into her until our pubic hairs intermingled. Then I would roll my hips around and push into her with all I had. I opened my eyes. The expression on her face was priceless. She was lost in erotic pleasure, her mouth open in an ecstatic smile. Every time I pushed into her her head would roll and her breasts would jiggle. I looked down between our bodies. My cock was completely buried in her bushy pussy. 

After I felt that I had come back from the edge I re-started thrusting. Harder and harder I pounded her. Faster and faster I went until, suddenly, my ejaculation hit me like a flood. One second I was thrusting in, the next my cock was throbbing as my cum shot deep into my Aunt Em.

She groaned loudly as she felt the first blast hit. 

"O-o-o-o-h yes! Oh sweet fuck that feels good, honey! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah-h-h-h-h-h!"

And she came herself. Her body spasmed as she orgasmed again and again. 

It was incredible.

When we were both spent, I tried to roll off of her. Instead she locked her arms and legs around me and rolled with me until she was on top and I was on the bottom. 

I didn't protest.

We lay there like that for probably an hour-her limp body sprawled on top of mine, my now contracted cock still encased in her pussy by the drying sex juices. and her lips breathing gently into my ear.

"That was beautiful," she whispered. "You're a wonderful lover. I think you and I are going to really enjoy our Fridays, don't you?"

"Oh, yes," I answered. "I think we're going to enjoy the hell out of them."



Aunt Em Ch. 03



It felt so strange to hear Auntie Em swearing but it was a clear indication to me that she no longer saw me as her young nephew. I was a man and soon she would turn me into a real man at the same time as I helped her take that long delayed step to full womanhood.

Auntie Em checked the outside door to the street was locked and then picked up the discarded clothing from the floor before turning and walking to the foot of the stairs where she turned and blew a kiss in my direction before starting to climb them.

I was trying to act relaxed and cool and waited for a few moments before following and making my way to Auntie Em's bedroom at the front of the house.

As I entered the door she had just undone the fastener on her skirt and it fell to the floor leaving her wearing just her panties, her suspender belt and stockings. She was facing away from me and I took the chance to take a good look at her. The panties were actually French knickers and showed her cute backside to perfection. They were the matching pair to the bra that had already been discarded. The suspender belt made up the complete set as it held her sheer nylon stockings. I had never appreciated before quite how shapely her legs were as they were often hidden in loose fitting clothing. Auntie Em had definitely taken this seriously and set out to show off what charms she possessed to the ultimate degree. I was impressed that she had taken so much trouble just for me although I guess it was more about her feeling good and giving her the self-confidence that she often seemed to lack. 

She turned towards me and I saw the profile of those small firm tits that not long ago had been surrounded by my lips. I was not sure if the events of the last hour were starting to cloud my judgement but Auntie Em got more attractive with each passing minute. And I sensed the orgasm she had recently enjoyed may have turned her from a timid pussy cat into a tigress who knew what she wanted and how to get it. The bulge in my trousers was now starting to hurt and I hoped it would not be too long before I could find a way to relieve the ache that was spreading from my balls to the pit of my stomach. I was sure that Auntie Em would help me one way or another.

Auntie Em turned to face me and gave me a naughty grin.

"I hope you weren't put off by my language downstairs, John. Its just that I feel different to normal. I have never been this naughty and it feels quite nice"

"I loved it, Emily" I responded " It made you sound nothing like my aunt. It made you sound like a very horny lady. I hope that you will carry on talking to me that way. It makes me feel I am helping you"

"I'm not so sure about the lady bit but I do feel very horny, hornier than I ever have. And you are helping me more than you know. I have always dreaded how a man would treat me if this situation ever arose but you have made it just right. I knew that I was making the right choice when I decided to give myself to you and I know I will never regret it"

"As for my present horny state, what are you going to do about it?" Auntie Em enquired with a hint in her voice that said that she wanted to be taken without any further delay.

I bent down to take off my shoes and socks and then undid the belt on my trousers. I was trying to make my performance last but Auntie Em's eyes were firmly locked on my crotch as my trousers fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. Her eyes seemed to be almost devouring me as she saw how big and how hard my erection was as it struggled to free itself from my underwear.

"Would you like to watch me take off my stockings" Auntie Em spoke with a hint of sexuality "Or would you like to help me"

"I would love to help you Emily, as long as you show me what to do"

I joined her on the other side of the bedroom and with her help was soon undoing each stocking and unrolling each one slowly down her leg, kissing them gently as I went. They felt so wonderful against my hands and I kissed each one again as I laid them on the dressing table. Her skin felt so soft and I gently kissed and fondled her naked legs which clearly met her approval.

"Now the belt" whispered Auntie Em turning her back to me and indicating where the fastening was. That soon joined the stockings on the dressing table.

"And finally the knickers" Auntie Em teased pushing her backside towards me and wiggling it to send my thoughts into over-drive.

I knelt before her and putting a finger in each side of the waistband I slowly lowered them over her rear, over her hips and down to her upper thighs where the weight of the soaking-wet crotch did the rest and they fell like a stone to the floor. 

Auntie Em's backside looked amazing for a woman of her age and I stroked it remembering my first grasp of it in the kitchen not too long ago. Then there had been a skirt and panties in my way but now she was as naked as the day she was born. She turned to face me and I got my first sight of her pubic hair which was blonde and quite wispy and I ran my fingers gently through it before I rose to kiss her even more gently on the lips.

In later years I would have remained on my knees and given her wet cunt the pleasure of my lips and tongue but at that stage the pleasures of oral sex were unknown to me, and I also suspect Auntie Em, as she made no attempt to steer me in that direction. What joys we could have shared had we been less innocent but for the present my mind was concentrated on just one thing -- giving Auntie Em the fucking we both needed so badly.

"You promised me that I could hold your cock" said Auntie Em in a manner that indicated she was keen to get me as naked as she now was.

"Any time you want to Emily" I replied hoping that it would be sooner rather than later. "I am sorry I did not let you hold it downstairs but I wanted to make sure that you got your pleasure first. A lady like you should always come first"

Auntie Em laughed at my comment, realising that she had indeed come first.

"Thank you dear John for treating me this way and putting my needs first. But you look as if you have something there that has needs of its own"

Auntie Em's eyes moved to indicate the bulge in my underpants. Her right hand moved down and was soon rubbing the front of my underpants in a way that was teasing me.

"It feels so hard and so big" she stated with some hesitation " I hope it won't hurt"

"I would never hurt you Emily" I repeated and taking her hand I slid it down the front of my underpants. Auntie Em took a full handful. She gasped and then pulled my underpants down to take a better look. She was clearly impressed but also a little unsure whether she would be able to accommodate it.

"The last time I saw your cock you were still In nappies" Auntie Em joked " And you have grown a bit since then -- a lot in fact"

Auntie Em was obviously enjoying the situation as she slid her hands up and down my erect shaft, tickled my balls and stroked the head. For a woman who had never held an erect cock before things seemed to be coming very natural to her. I guessed there was a lot of banter in the mill and Auntie Em had no doubt stored a lot of ideas away in case she ever found herself in a position to use them. I moaned as I felt the softness of her hands against the hardness of my erection.

"My that feels good" gasped Auntie Em.

"Yes and it's all for you -- right now" I sensed a note of authority in my own voice " Now get in that bed and prepare to be fucked. I need you - now!! I can't wait any longer to feel this inside you"

Auntie Em clearly liked the thought of being told what to do and even more the unusual situation of a man needing her so badly and in seconds she had released her grip on my throbbing cock and pulling the bedclothes back she positioned herself in the bed ready for me. 

Neither of us had any knowledge of positions and so the obvious missionary position was to be the chosen one.

I climbed onto the bed next to Auntie Em and took her in my arms. Her nipples were still erect and stuck into my chest as I kissed her passionately and then positioned myself between her marble thighs. She was still so wet as I started to tease the head of my cock against her pussy lips.

Auntie Em's eyes were closed, either in fear or anticipation, as I slid the tip of my cock into her wet hole -- slowly, gently -- taking time to make this an experience neither of us would ever forget or regret. 

With precision I moved backwards and forwards and with each forward thrust I felt myself slide further into Auntie Em's warm and welcoming cunt and with each inward stroke she let out a little whimper of approval. Finally I felt my pubic bone connect with her clitoris and knew that I was fully inside her to the hilt. 

Auntie Em had taken all I had to give her without any sign of discomfort or pain but I felt the need to find out for sure. I did not want to think of her lying there for my sake, gritting her teeth and thinking of England.

"Are you ok Emily. How does that feel? " 

There was no response for some seconds and I began to worry that things were not as Auntie Em had imagined they would be during those long nights spent alone. In fact she had been savouring the thought of having a hard cock inside her after all these years and replied eventually " It feels wonderful..... fucking wonderful in fact."

Her words left me in no doubt that she meant it and that she was on something of a high.

" I don't want you to ever take that big, thick cock out of my pussy" she added as my thrusts got a little firmer.

We both knew that was both impractical and impossible but for a young man still in the throes of losing his own virginity it was music to my ears.

I bent forward to kiss Auntie Em passionately and started to thrust in and out of her in a more positive manner. She was clearly enjoying the experience and one hand was running through the hair on my head whilst the other was again stroking my nipple.

Instinctively she was pushing her pelvis against my inward strokes to make sure there was maximum impact on her clitoris and before long I recognised the signs of another orgasm approaching as her body began to stiffen and she clamped her legs tightly around my backside. She broke off from our kiss as the waves of pleasure hit.

"Oh yes... yes... yes... " she moaned as I felt the gush of her hot juices which this time were covering my cock and making it feel as if I was fucking under water.

"Oh my lovely boy" whispered Auntie Em as she dug her nails into my back "This is amazing"

The waves eventually began to plateau as she started to explain. There was clearly now a bond between us and the usually prim and proper lady felt that there was nothing that could not be said.

" I have been planning this for weeks. Ever since I realised you were inspecting my underwear. Only a man could have left my drawers so untidy. I was wondering what it would feel like to have you inspecting them as I wore them. And now I know"

I was a little shocked at Auntie Em's revelation and stuttered my reply

"I'm sorry Auntie Em..... er Emily. It won't happen again"

"It better had!!!" she rebuked me "It made me feel good putting on my panties knowing your hands had touched them. I could spend all day at work imagining your fingers having played with the crotch that was pressed tight against my pussy and I have to admit that it got me a little hot and bothered at times. I am sorry that they were not more interesting for you but we can put that right over the weekend. I have a mail-order catalogue in the wardrobe and perhaps this evening you can help me choose some that we might both enjoy"

That sounded a delightful way to spend the early evening before we enjoyed an early night in her bed and I felt invigorated as my thrusts became a little harder and a little more forceful.

"Now let's see if we can make you cum. I want to feel you shoot off inside me"

That was all I needed to quicken my pace even more. My thrusts were hitting the back of Auntie Em's cunt as she spurred me on with her words of encouragement.

"Yes darling, your big cock feels so wonderful................. it is so gentle and yet so satisfying"

"Now fuck me harder................. please!!!!

I did as Auntie Em ordered and was now fucking her with all the force that an 18 year old could manage. What I lacked in experience I made up for in sheer strength and stamina as I gave her everything I had to give.

Auntie Em, for her part, seemed to willingly take everything I had to give and it was hard to imagine that this was a first time for us both as her old bed rocked and groaned beneath our love-making.

I began to feel the first signs of what was inevitable. I was surprised it had taken so long but no doubt nerves had played a part in that. I was about to reach that point of no return and my thrusts were now so fast and so deep within Auntie Em's almost virgin pussy that it was going to be a matter of seconds rather than minutes. She clearly realised my state and in turn it was the ultimate arousal for her as she arched her back a little and used her pussy muscles to take a firm grip on my cock. For a woman who had never done this before she was one hell of a fuck!!! Just at that exact moment I exploded and felt the same happening below me as Auntie Em and I reached that special place at almost the same time. Our hot juices were united and were overflowing onto her thighs and the bedding. Our bodies were locked together in that ultimate expression of love between a woman and a man. My thrusts seemed to go on for minutes as I pumped my sperm deep within Auntie Em's delicious love hole.

I carried on with my thrusts which gradually reduced in intensity as my cock finally began to return to its flaccid state.

I rolled to the side of Auntie Em and took her in my arms. For ages no words were spoken as no words seemed necessary until a smiling Auntie Em eventually broke the silence.

" That was all I ever dreamed it would be and so much more" she purred " I hope it was good for you too.

No words seemed good enough to describe how I felt. I was a real man now and all thanks to my lovely Auntie Em.

"It was amazing Emily. And I think that with a bit more practice it might get even better"

"Well we have all weekend to "practice" as you put it" Auntie Em laughed and a good few weeks yet before you set off for university. I think I have some catching up to do"

"That sounds good to me Emily" I spoke with a growing feeling of self-esteem " And I will try to leave your underwear drawer alone now that I have tasted the real thing"

"Not a bit of it" she scolded " it's my treat for us both and, as I said before, you might find it a bit more interesting from now on. I hope they give you as much pleasure as you have given me today"

"And one last thing" she said in a manner that again showed no indication of being up for discussion. " On Monday when I get home from work I want you to have finished your jobs and be washed and ready and waiting for me......... here in bed. I will be able to spend all day at work looking forward to that. Just imagine how wet my pussy will be as I put my key in the lock and walk into the house knowing what is waiting upstairs for me"

I sensed this was going to be a new beginning for Auntie Em and myself -- one that was to bring a lot of pleasure for us both.



Aunt Em Ch. 03



After getting out of college I got a job in the town where my aunt lived. To save money I moved into her house. Originally I was to pay rent but, after she disclosed she had been lusting after me for a while, we came to an agreement where we would spend Friday nights together-just the two of us-instead of paying rent. Sometimes we just had a night out. Sometimes we had sex. Either way I was enjoying the arrangement. Aunt Em was a hot woman. And I was saving money.

Unfortunately things were about to change for me. It turned out to be an exciting change, as you will see.

I had been working at my new job and living with Aunt Em for a couple of months when my company fell on hard times. They had to lay people off and, being one of the newest employees, I was laid off.

Luckily I didn't have to worry about food and rent because my aunt and I had struck a deal where I spent Friday evenings with her either going out or having sex and she let me live in her house rent-free. But I had car payments to make and I didn't want to give up my car-so I was going to need money. I also wanted money to be able to still do things and buy things and I also wanted to stay around town in case I got called back to work. I started looking around for part-time work but even that was dodgy. There were not many job openings at all and the ones there were were not very attractive-night fry cook, roofing, sanitation worker-things like that.

I was commiserating with my aunt at dinner one night when she proposed a solution.

"I've been thinking about how you can earn money, Gee, dear without having to take some crummy, low pay, unskilled job. I have a lot of friends my age or a little younger who are widowed or divorced. Some of them know about our Friday nights-some know more about what we do than others-and I think I have a solution. Most of these women would just love to have a young man to do things with on occasion. And they would be willing to pay for your company..."

At this point I interrupted her.

"Wait, Aunt Em. What exactly are you talking about? Who are these women?"

"Oh, they are all friends of mine. Most of them I regularly socialize with-going out to dinner or drinks or whatever. One is my neighbor, Roxy."

Roxy lived in the house behind my Aunt Em's. I had seen her around before. She was younger than Aunt Em-probably mid-50s, and I have to admit she wasn't bad-looking. As I recall she had been divorced for many years.

"So your friends would pay me to go out to dinner or a movie with them?" I continued.

"Yes, that. And other things."

"Other things?" I asked.

"Sex, darling. They would pay you to have sex with them."

I must have looked stunned.

"Many of them haven't been able to or don't care to find a man. But that doesn't mean they are dead. They still have sex drives-like anyone. And they would be willing to pay you for sex. Especially after you came so highly recommended." And she gave me a wink.

"Don't tell me you wouldn't have sex with Rox if you had the chance. I've seen the way you look at her."

Like I said, Roxy was not bad-looking. She had straight auburn hair that she wore fairly short, a nice set of tits, inviting hips, and pretty green eyes. She was also immaculately made up.

"So, what do you say, Gee? Two hundred dollars for two hours or less of 'work'. I will give you the woman's phone number, you call her up and set up your 'date'. When the date is over she hands you $200 cash. Some may even give you more if they like your 'service'."

I had to admit, it sounded like a pretty good solution to my money worries. At most of the jobs I'd seen advertised, it would take 20 hours or more to make $200. This would only take one evening. Plus I'd be meeting mature, experienced women. And having sex with them.

"OK, Aunt Em. I'll do it."

"Oh, that's wonderful, Gee, honey," she said and reached over to kiss me. "Roxy wants to be first."

-

Roxy wanted me to come over Tuesday night about 8:00. She said | could just walk over to her house and come to the patio door. 

This being my first time as a male escort and not knowing if my aunt's friend wanted to go out somewhere or have sex, I was a little nervous. I decided to bring along a bottle of wine to kind of break the tension.

On my knock, Roxy met me wearing a sundress that nicely showed off her curves. She was made up and had obviously had her hair done earlier that day. 

"Come on in, Gee," she beckoned. "Oh, you brought some wine. How nice. Just put it on the counter over there."

After putting the bottle down I turned to take a look at the room. I had never been in her house before. The room I was in was like a big TV room with an entertainment center, a nice sound system, a big, fluffy couch and several stuffed chairs on one side. The other side had a wet bar with counter and some stools.

"So, what do you have in mind tonight?" I asked her.

"Since you were so thoughtful to bring wine I thought, for starters, we could have some down here and talk a while. Then after that...well, we'll see. Sound good?"

"Fine with me," I answered.

We opened the wine and sat on the couch talking for a bit. She had put her iPod into the stereo and had some nice music playing.

We had a couple of glasses when she asked if I wanted to dance a while. So we got up and began to dance in the big, open space between the couch and the entertainment center. The music was soft rock with an occasional belly-rubber. On the slow ones, we danced close. I found myself enjoying just looking into her eyes and holding her. I don't think she noticed but my cock was starting to come alive. She felt good in my arms and her perfume was very sensual. At one point she turned so that her back was to me and she placed my arms around her waist. As we danced like that she backed more and more into me until finally her ass was rubbing across my crotch. By now I was sure she knew I was getting stiff.

"Mmm," she moaned. "This is so nice. It feels so good to dance like this with a man's strong arms around me. Isn't this nice?"

"Yes," I said. "Very nice."

She turned to face me with my arms still around her.

"Kiss me," she breathed.

Our lips met in a wet, warm kiss. My hands went to her back, running up and down her spine, down, down to her ass. We kissed some more while I fondled and squeezed her ass and she ground herself into me. Soon her tongue was probing my mouth and we continued to kiss. Our kisses were passionate, wet, deep kisses. 

Finally she pulled back and whispered: "I want you to take me upstairs and make love to me."

I smiled and nodded.

Roxy took me by the hand and led me quickly up the stairs and down a hall to her room. Once inside we embraced and kissed again. While we kissed she undid my shirt and pushed it off me. Next her hands went to my pants to undo them and push them down. My cock strained against the thin fabric of my shorts.

In turn I reached behind her to unzip her dress. Once done I pushed it off her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor. There we stood-me in my underwear, she in a bra and panties.

She stepped back to undo her bra. It fell to the floor revealing her almost perfect, size 36 tits. Next she pulled down her panties to reveal a nice, brown bush. Then it was my turn. I hooked both thumbs into my shorts and pulled them down. As soon as they cleared my cock popped up, straight, long and hard. She looked at it, then at my face, and we embraced and kissed again. I could have kissed this woman's lips for days and never tire of it, they were so soft and wet.

Eventually she stepped back and laid on the bed. There were several pillows propped up behind her. She reached out and I crawled to her, up between her legs to her waiting arms. We kissed again and her hand dropped to grasp my cock. Her hand was nice and warm and she gripped me lightly at first as she checked out the length and girth of my cock. My hand moved down between her legs to brush against her pussy hair. It was thick and full and very close to the color of the hair on her head. As our tongues explored each other's hot mouths she began to stroke me. Her grip was firmer now and she let her hand close over the head of my cock as she stroked. I was stroking her pussy, feeling it begin to get wet for me. There was no sound except the light sloshing of our mouths and tongues.

When she was wet enough I slipped a finger inside her. She moaned. In and out my finger went, swirling and teasing. Her stroking became more frantic the more I finger-fucked her. This sexy older woman was so hot for me I knew that I must soon plunge my cock into her or we would both explode.

After several more minutes of stroking and fingering she breathed: "Now, baby, now. Fuck me. Oh, baby, fuck me."

I happily obliged. Spreading her legs further apart with mine I guided my rock hard cock to the entrance to her love tunnel. With a smooth stroke I worked the head in. It felt so good I moaned. Roxy was propped up against the pillows with her legs wide open, I was on my knees with my cock in the portal to her pussy. I felt her legs wrap around mine and I started to slowly push the rest of my cock in. She was so ready that it went in easily, smoothly. Further and further I pushed until it was buried inside her. 

"Aaaungh," she moaned.

After a brief second to enjoy the feeling of being inside her I begin to thrust in and out. I went slow at first, in, out, in, out, building to the animalistic pounding I knew we both wanted. 

She urged me on.

"That's it. Give it to me. Give me that sweet young cock of yours, baby."

Spurred on by her dirty talk I went a little faster. My hips worked like a smooth engine thrusting my cock into her and pulling it back. Each time I gave it all to her. And she was loving it. Her hands worked their way down my back to my ass. Every time I came back she would pull me in. Her legs gripped me harder now. And I continued to thrust into her. Each time-faster, harder. I wanted to fuck the living shit out of this hot, older temptress. 

As I rammed her she began to moan with each wanton thrust of my hips. 

"Nnnngh! Nnnnngh! Yes!"

Suddenly she came.

"Oooh...oooh...oooh...YESSSS!"

Her nails dug into my ass and her legs squeezed me for all they were worth as her orgasm washed over her.

I wasn't far behind. There was a powerful welling up of cum in my balls and then "Aaaaauuuugghhh!" I came, too, my cock thrust deep inside her hot, wet box.

It was an erotically powerful experience.

Afterward as I lay there on her rumpled bed, I watched as she put five $50 bills in my pants pocket. 

"We'll do this again real soon, baby," she said.

I knew my Aunt Em had some other women lined up for me but still, I couldn't wait for another night in Roxy's bed.