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Aunt Helen

By: caspankster



Scott Andrews was sitting in the living room of his Aunt Helen's house contemplating a very serious decision.

On his second day home from college, he'd been playing basketball with friends when he had taken a very bad fall. This had resulted in two broken arms. The following week had been spent in the hospital recuperating and he was still getting use to the casts that now covered both of his arms. Since his parents both worked, it had been decided that he would spend his days with his Aunt because there was very little that he could do on his own.

This being the very first day of this arrangement meant that there were still some very important things that needed to be worked out. Scott had watched TV all morning, and had been served a wonderful sandwich and soup lunch. Aunt Helen had been very careful not to spill anything on him while she fed him, and had even treated the whole situation with as much delicacy as possible.

Now had come time for an even more delicate situation to be handled. Scott could not put it off any longer, he really had to use the bathroom, but he was still trying to decide on the best way to ask for help. The longer he thought, the more pressure was developing in his bladder.

"Aunt Helen," he said.

Coming in from the kitchen, she answered, "Yes Scott, what can I do for you now?"

"I need to use the bathroom," he said meekly, "and I'm afraid that I'm going to need a little help from you."

"Don't worry," she said, "I knew that this might be a little difficult for you, but I want you to know that we'll make it through together."

As she helped him out of the chair, he was once again reminded of how similar she looked to his mother. Helen was three years older that his mother, but they both had the same blond hair, as well as many of the same body features. 

Scott followed his Aunt down the hallway, toward the bathroom. He was still very unsure how this was going to go. While in the hospital, he'd needed help to go to the bathroom, and he had never really gotten over the embarrassment of going to the bathroom with the help of the nurses. It had helped that he didn't know any of them, and none of them looked even remotely like his Aunt.

When they arrived at the door to the bathroom, Aunt Helen turned to face him and said, "I know that this might be awkward for both of us, but you need to perform a perfectly natural bodily function with a little assistance from me."

"You're right," Scott replied, "but it's still a little weird."

A look of matronly concern crossed her face, she then said, "I'm sure that it won't be nearly as bad as you might think."

She then turned and proceeded into the bathroom. When she got to the toilet, again she turned to face him and asked, "Do you need to sit down?"

"Unfortunately, yes", he said.

"There, there," she said, "this will be over before you know it."

Aunt Helen helped Scott so that he was now facing her, with his calves now almost touching the toilet. Then, acting matter-of-factly, she knelt down, grasped his sweatpants and boxers in both hands, and pulled them quickly down to his ankles. Quickly standing up, and without looking at his penis, she helped him lower himself down onto the seat.

As soon as he was in position, Scott immediately realized that she was going to have to push his penis between his legs, otherwise he'd spray all over the floor. Without saying a word, he looked up at his Aunt, and nodded at her that additional assistance was required.

Helen knew at once what he needed, so she knelt again, and as gingerly as she could, positioned his penis so that he could pee directly into the bowl. As soon as he was sure that she was safe, Scott let loose with a strong stream that lasted maybe 15 seconds.

While he was peeing, the primary thought in his head was, "Please don't get hard, please don't get hard" over and over. Luckily, his wishes were answered.

When he had finished, Helen took her hand away and looked at Scott. "All done", she asked.

He was still in a strong enough state of embarrassment that all he could do was shake his head. He then pushed down just hard enough to open his anus, and expel the crap that had built up in his bowel. Helen showed no signs of annoyance, or repulsion at this time. Rather, like she had said, he needed to perform some basic bodily needs and she was just there to help.

When he was finished, she reached around him and flushed the toilet. As the bowl was refilling itself, she helped him stand again, and very nonchalantly helped him turn around so that she was now facing his butt.

Scott heard her reach rip of a strip of TP. Then, with just a touch at his lower back, got him to lean over a little. Helen then used her left hand to spread his cheeks, and her right hand to wipe him clean. Again, Scott realized that this was something she had probably done when he was an infant, but he'd never expected his aunt to be wiping his ass when he was 19. When done, she tossed the soiled TP in the toilet and flushed it again.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it," he asked.

"Nope," he said, but much softer than Helen.

Aunt Helen stood up, as he turned to face her. Almost cheerfully, she said, "Why don't I run a bath for you now. I'm sure it will make you feel better."

Scott thought for just a moment. He was naked from the waist down, and was now only covered by an oversized t-shirt. "Sure," he said, "that sounds good."

Aunt Helen then proceeded to start the water in the tub, checking the water with her hand to make sure it wasn't too hot. When she was sufficiently please with the temperature, she stood up and carefully helped Scott out of his t-shirt. Very quickly, Scott was standing in front of his Aunt naked as the day he was born, but now only a little self- conscious.

As the tub was filling with water, Helen helped Scott into the tub. They each moved very slowly so that he didn't fall and do more damage to his broken arms. Once he was settled, Helen watched for a few minutes until there was enough water to cover him. 

"Now," she began, "you just lie and relax. I'm sure that you'll feel much better in a little while."

Scott was left alone to luxuriate in the hot water. He closed his eyes, rested his head on the tile, and tried to let all of the stress of the day float right off of him. 

The bath did him so much good, and he didn't realize how wonderful it was in the tub. After about 20 minutes, Helen came back into the bathroom, and softly asked, "How are you doing now?"

Almost as if waking from a dream, Scott replied, "I feel much better now."

He looked up to see Helen smiling down at him. Since he'd last seen her, she tied her hair up, and was now holding a sponge in her right hand.

"I thought it would do you some good if I washed you off a little," she said, "what do you think?"

Scott was still in a very relaxed state, so all he did was nod.

Helen knelt down next to the tub and said, "It will be much easier to wash you if we let some of the water out." Not waiting for a reply, she reached down, and released the plug.

When the water had receded to a point where it was about half way up his thighs, Helen replaced the plug. She then put the sponge in the water to wet it, and put some liquid soap on it. Helen began by washing his chest and stomach. By now, Scott was very aware of her motions, but was pleasantly surprised that it appeared that Helen hadn't looked at his still flaccid penis.

Once she was done rinsing off his chest, Helen scooted down, lifted up his left leg, and washed it from his foot all the way up to his thigh. As she continued up his thigh, Scott began to get a little concerned as he could begin to feel a very slight swelling in his dick, and he wanted to stop it as soon as possible.

Unfortunately for Scott, as Helen was finishing her work on his left leg, her left hand slipped, and his leg fell back into the water. While there was less water in the tub, some of it did splash on his Aunt. The water hit her right on her chest, and Scott could plainly see that she was wearing a rather small bra because her shirt now clung snuggly to her breasts.

This didn't seem to bother Helen at all. She just lifted his right leg out of the water and started washing it too. 

Scott couldn't help himself at this point. He was focused on his Aunt's chest, and could feel the sponge work its way toward his crotch. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way that he could stop his cock from producing a full-fledged erection. He could only hope that Helen wouldn't make a big deal about it.

He thought he was home free as Helen gently placed his right leg back in the water. She surprised him when she said, "Now, I don't think that I can leave you like that, not with your arms both in casts."

"What do you mean," he asked innocently.

Helen motioned to his now 7 inch cock and said, "Little Scottie's no longer so little."

Stunned by what he had just heard, all Scott could do was watch. 

Helen had a sly smile on her face as she reached for the shampoo bottle. She unsnapped the cap, and placed a dollop of the shampoo at the base of his cock where it met his scrotum. She then squirted a little of the shampoo in her left hand and replaced the bottle to its spot on the wall. 

Turning to wink at him as she used the shampoo to soap up her hands. "Ready," she asked.

Scott was way past being able to say anything. He was well aware that his aunt was about to fondle his cock and balls, he just couldn't get his brain to rationalize what she was going to do to him.

Helen took his silence as a sign to proceed, and proceed she did. Starting with her right hand, she began massaging the shampoo all around his balls. Not using too much pressure, just enough to thoroughly work the shampoo all around.

Next she used the both hands to slowly roll his balls between her fingertips. This caused Scott to lay further back in the tub and release a soft "ooohhh" from his lips. 

Helen turned her head in time to see his eyelids flutter just a little. When she saw a slight grin cross his face, she said, "Feel better now."

Scott nodded and replied in a soft voice, "Oh my god, that feels great."

Turning back to his erect cock, Helen continued to roll his balls between her fingers. She too remembered long ago days when she had given him a bath, and was nearly as surprised as Scott was that he was naked in her tub as she pleasured him in ways she never dreamed of.

Scott was no longer embarrassed about his situation because his aunt's fingers were doing things to him that he'd never experienced before. They were so soft, yet could produce enough pressure that tingly explosions were running up and down the shaft of his cock.

Helen was pleasantly surprised that her ministrations on his balls were causing his dick to swell even more. She said, "My word, it's getting bigger by the minute."

Scott could only nod, and coo like a small bird as his sexual level continued to grow. While he couldn't move his arms at all, he was wiggling all of his fingers and toes.

Knowing that she couldn't put it off any longer, Helen let go of his balls with her right hand and wrapped that hand completely around his dick. Ever so slowly, she began to rotate her hand around his dick. 

"Oh jeez," Scott said continently, "that's fantasssssssssstic."

Helen said, "Honey, you've got a world of pleasure ahead of you."

While keeping her right hand rotating on his dick, Helen then used her whole left hand to massage his balls. Scott's eyes were now closed, but the look on his face was pure bliss.

About a minute later, Helen stopped rotating her hand, and began to slowly stroke Scott's cock up and down. After the first few strokes, Helen repositioned her right thumb so that it rubbed up against the super sensitive spot on Scott's dick, just on the underside at the base of the tip.

The increase in pleasure almost sent Scott over the edge. Helen, though, wanted to prolong the moment of climax, so she took both hands away from Scott. He let out a low groan at this point. Helen couldn't help herself, and giggled just a little as she watched Scott's hips move up and down in a fucking motion.

He opened his eyes, looked at her and said, "Please, Aunt Helen, you can't stop now."

"I won't," she said, "but I want you as hot as possible before you cum."

Scott was happy to see her reach again for his cock. Rather than stroking him, Helen grabbed his cock in her left hand, and put the palm of her right hand on the tip. Then she moved her right hand in a circular motion so that she could rub him right on his pee hole.

Scott had never known that this tip of his dick was so sensitive. Not able to control himself, Scott said, "Fuck Aunt Helen, no one's ever done that to me before."

"I'm sure I know how to do lots of things to you that no one else has ever done to you," she replied.

The electric sensations emanating from the tip of his dick ran down the shaft and through his entire body. Scott was acutely aware that while his orgasm was not immanent, when it came, it would be great.

Helen could feel his dick to continue to grow in her left hand. This process was all about pleasuring her nephew, but she could feel her nipples straining against her bra, as well as the juice that was building up in her cunt.

Sensing that Scott was ready for more, she began stroking his cock, from top to bottom with a hand over hand motion. Scott felt like his was entering a never-ending pussy. His aunt's hands were so smooth and soft, yet she was applying the right amount of pressure that he knew his cum was not far off.

Light moaning sounds were all that Scott could muster. Helen had performed similar sexual maneuvers during her lifetime, but this was truly special for her. Scott was responding to her hands in a way that no other man ever had. She could even see that the head of his cock was in the shape of a large purple mushroom, and his whole body was shaking in anticipation.

"Looks like your ready, huh" she asked.

Scott couldn't say anything, just nod his head a little.

Helen let go with her left hand, and jerked him with her right. 

This didn't take long. After about 10 vigorous strokes, Scott screamed and shot four powerful streams of cum about 2 feet straight up. The orgasm that shook Scott's body was like nothing he'd ever felt. It took him about a minute to calm down.

Helen too was amazed at the shear magnitude of what she'd just seen. She had anticipated that he was going explode, but she definitely did not expected the throbbing in Scott's dick after the cum had shot out of it.

There came a point when sanity did return to each of them, and Helen couldn't help but say, "Sweetie, you may have had the best orgasm I've ever seen."

With a sheepishly proud grin on his face, he replied, "You had everything to do with it, Aunt Helen."

Not waiting for her to speak again, Scott said, "I'm so happy that you'll be taking care of me for the new couple of weeks while I heal. You will be the best nurse I may ever be around."

Helen was also envisioning what the weeks ahead held in store for them. She could only reply, "We sure are going to have lots of fun."

Aunt Helen



I want to tell you about "Aunt Helen" and the profound relationship that she and I shared. She is responsible for forming my sexuality and sensuality, the good parts and the bad. 

I have been told, more than once, that my sensuality is more like that of a woman than of a man. I am convinced that Helen is the reason I am the way I am. Most of the time, I love her for it and am very grateful for her guidance. The only regret I have is that society often frowns on expressing deep-seated feelings when it comes to sex. Some background might help understand how profound an influence Helen had upon me. 

Before she came into my sexual experience, the only significant event occurred when I learned about masturbation. Actually, just about all the other guys were already doing it when I was taught how. The very first time I tried it, I was hooked! 

First, I marveled at how stroking my erection changed the look of my penis. Before starting my manual ministrations, it was pink and soft looking. As I stroked it, I noticed how it became redder, now with blue veins showing through my thin skin. 

When I felt my first orgasm and ejaculated, I experienced the most intense pleasure, causing me to close my eyes and breathe deeply, even though the squirting ribbons of liquid scared me at first. Later I learned it was normal. 

I "did" myself every day thereafter, indulging my desire up to a few times a day. My favorite time of day was my evening shower. I would lean against the wall, so that I could look down at what I was doing. I would marvel at how my erection would come on so quickly. I would pull and push my skin over my erection slowly, then faster and faster as I could feel the warm pleasure starting somewhere deep in my belly. 

With my free hand, I would splash at the water to make it sound as though I was just washing myself. At that age, it usually did not take very long. When I felt the oncoming orgasm washing over my legs and body, I would squat down to aim my cum at the drain. In awe, I would watch it gush from my pee hole, in erratic spurts as the most delicious feeling would overtake me completely. By the time I finished my shower, I would often be ready to do it again, but only if I knew no one was waiting to use the bathroom. It was my routine over the ensuing years, until I discovered my "Aunt Helen". 

She was married to a Navy cook. They were originally from New York. She had taught my mom when she was in nursing school, and my mom befriended her. Helen and her husband lived in a condo about a mile from our home. My parents had known them for a long time, and Helen was on the same bowling team with my mom. She was in her early-50's at the time

Neither of my parents drank, but Helen was always with her bottle of Vodka. In fact, she always kept a bottle or two at our house. She was a very large woman, heavy and big-boned. She had very large breasts and thick arms and legs. Though of average height, her overall heft gave her a squatty look. She was very fair skinned, although she was often flushed with the glow of liquor. She was Italian/German by descent. 

She was talkative, almost loud, but behaved decently most of the time. Her brown hair was graying slightly. Her husband, Lou, was a burly guy, very loud and boisterous. He was out to sea quite often. When at home, he and Helen fought often, and he was quite abusive. When the two of them drank, it was not unusual for him to strike her during their incessant arguing. Once, during one of their fights, my dad had to literally throw Lou out the front door. After that, he never came around, although Helen was at our home almost daily. 

One Friday night, after bowling, Helen returned home with my parents. My mom fixed snacks, while Helen sat in the kitchen with her bottle. Afterwards, the grownups sat around talking. Helen steadily sipped on her Vodka. 

Around midnight, I heard my mom telling Helen that she should not drive, but should stay the night instead. Helen was staggering drunk, but insisted that she would feel better sleeping at her own home. She said Lou was out at sea, so she would be able to just go to bed.

I had just gotten my driver's license after my first year in college, and I eagerly accepted any excuse to drive my dad's car. So, when he asked me to drive Aunt Helen home, I jumped at the chance. My dad helped Helen to the car. He put her in the front seat, and off I drove. 

Helen had her head back and was restless and moaning from the ill effects of too much booze. At her place, I opened her door. She was in no shape to walk unassisted, so I helped her. I had a hard time controlling her bulk as she stumbled, leaning on me for support, in the elevator and to her door. I took her keys and helped her in. 

She went immediately to the bathroom and, even before reaching the toilet, started to throw up. Most of it found the bowl, but some hit the floor. I went to get some paper towels. When I returned, she was gone. I cleaned the floor and finished the job with a mop and Lysol. I finished the job, washed my hands, and was going to tell Helen that I was leaving. 

In the hallway, I saw her bedroom light streaming through the open door. I called to her but got no answer. I walked toward the light. Just outside the door, I found her blouse, wet and soiled. I picked it up and walked it back to the bathroom. I put it in the sink. 

I walked back down the dark hallway to the bedroom and entered into the light of the room. I was not at all prepared for what I saw. There, sprawled on the bed, was my Aunt Helen. She appeared to have passed out and was lying on her back, askew to the bed. Her arms were thrown above her head with her legs flayed open, with one foot still resting on the carpet. Her dark hair framed her now ashen face. She was completely naked! 

I froze in my tracks, a jolt of shock causing my neck to go cold, totally unprepared for what I was seeing, and trying to comprehend my situation. My first instinct was to leave the danger of my predicament. (What if she awoke and found me there?) The feeling that I was doing something wrong ... being where I should not be ... invading her privacy ... caused me to think about running away. But, as I stared, I started to understand what I was seeing. I could see her belly rising and falling in deep sleep. I thought, "She's sleeping. She doesn't even know I am here." 

I remained frozen in mid-step. My own breathing was becoming louder, and I fought to control myself. After a long time, just staring and drinking in every detail of her body, I slowly and softly moved closer to the bed. Now I could see everything. What a transformation. I had only thought of her as a large woman, with no physical beauty. But now, as she was naked before me, she was nothing but absolute beauty. 

I could see her large breasts, pendulous and heavy, flattened against her chest. I clearly saw her dark and large areolae, the tiny bumps on her dark discs, and the protruding nipples centered on each one. (I thought about the pictures that one of the boys had stolen from his father's desk. The one showing the woman cradling her breasts, showing off her melons.) It was the picture that inspired so many bouts of my own masturbation.) But now, I was seeing it ... in the flesh. 

This was the real thing! I marveled at how many wonderful curves, hills and valleys there were to her body. I drank it all in. I noticed how soft and smooth her skin looked, especially over her belly and across her slightly parted thighs. 

In time, my attention was drawn to the raised mound of hair where her thighs met. It looked like a dark full bush, forming a perfect triangle, which started low on her belly and disappeared between her legs. At the very center of her hairy triangle, there was a slight parting of her hair. All I could see was a cleft where her flesh was visible. I moved closer. 

I was now standing dangerously close to her, and staring directly at the mound between her legs. I tilted my head lower and could see below her hair, to the start of the crease between her buttocks. Her skin was so milky white and smooth there. I noticed how the crease disappeared into her hair, continuing, to become the outer edges of the lips of her sex place. 

As the minutes passed, I began to calm down from my initial shock. My fear and feelings of guilt were fast being replaced by a new emotion. I could feel my erection growing with each passing moment. I had to shift my hardness, trapped in the tight confines of my trousers. As my fear subsided and my lust intensified, I started to become more bold. (Surely she would not even know that I was here. I wonder if she would know, or even remember, if I should ... TOUCH her?) 

By now, I had been looking at her naked form for a long time. My erection was now full and fierce. I could feel my heart beating and noticed the warm sweat, now damp on my forehead. My breathing became short and erratic. For the first time, I had seen the naked flesh of a woman, and my passion was raging ... for more. Now there was no fear. It had long since been replaced by a blend of curiosity and pure male heat. I cast all caution to the wind and wanted to explore what her vulnerable condition would permit. 

Standing closer still, I reached down very carefully, until my hand rested on her breast. I could feel the contact of her nipple upon my palm. I squeezed softly and was amazed at the soft pillowy feeling of her. I massaged her breasts, now with both hands. I could feel my erection now twitching in its tight confines. 

Soon my hand went to the main object of my curiosity and desire. I rested my hand on her mound and could feel her hair under my palm. Although her hair looked coarse and curly, I was amazed at how silky smooth it felt as I squeezed ever so gently. The bulge of her mound pressed back into my hand and I groped her between her legs for a long time. 

I repositioned myself and was able to reach down with both hands. I was drawn to the cleft showing in the center of her hair. Using both thumbs, I gently pulled her lips apart. What I saw there drove me into a frenzy of lust and passion. As my fingers parted Helen's nether lips further, her mound of hair parted wider, as my eyes were treated to a large fleshy gash, with dark flesh framing the edges, and the most deliciously smooth pink flesh in the center. 

Opening her further, I could see her fleshy hole. I was surprised to see that her flesh there glistened. The fleshy softness just inside the entrance to her hole was pink, and appeared to be moist. I adjusted so that I could hold her lips open wide with one hand. I took the index finger of my other hand and started to insert it into her hole. 

I felt my breath catch in my throat at the divine feeling of her warm wetness yielding as my finger entered her. I pushed my finger deeper, until ... at last ... it was buried in her softness completely. I moved my finger in and out of her. Oddly, I noticed a ripple of gooseflesh washing over her thighs. I continued to move my finger in and out, and noticed that it felt as though her hole was becoming wetter with a slippery liquid coming from deep within her. It felt so good. It was as though the walls of her fleshy tunnel were melting and giving way to my finger. I felt her that way for a very long time. 

Then, my attention was drawn to a small sheath of flesh just above her love hole. Using my fingers, I held her sheath open and saw a tiny bud nestled between what looked like tiny lips. I touched the bud of flesh with the tip of my finger. As I did, I was surprised to see her fleshy wet hole contract in a small spasm. More curious, I pushed on her clit more firmly, and her thighs jerked ever so slightly. Then, I took her clit between my thumb and index finger and squeezed. I heard her breath catch and her belly quaked in a spasm. By now, her clit had become harder and stood out from its sheath. I started to roll it between my fingers and noticed the way her fleshy hole twitched, and now oozed with glistening wetness. 

As I continued massaging her clit, I noticed that her hips were moving slightly in time to my squeezing. I thought it very odd that she was able to react this way while still asleep. I looked up expecting to see her eyes closed. When I did, I was met with her eyes staring back at me! 

She was awake! I let out a yelp and was jolted upright! I was in abject terror! I started to run for the door and she called out to me to stop. (In an instant -- in my mind's eye -- I saw my parents scolding me. I saw Helen swinging at me in a fury.)  

I ran out of the room and started down the hallway. Helen jumped to her feet and called out to me to stop. I decided to face the music and stopped in the hallway. Helen emerged and I was ready to duck when she reached me. I was completely beside myself with gripping terror. To my surprise, Helen did not seem to be angry. As she reached me, she took my hand and spoke. "Honey? Don't run. Don't be afraid. Please try to relax. I'm not angry with you. Really I'm not. Come here. Come back with me to the bed." 

I stood there panting with anxiety and still feeling very afraid. I wondered whether to run, cry, or try to apologize for my wrongdoing. While I was lost in my pondering reflection, Helen actually smiled at me. With that, she led me back to the bedroom. 

She sat me on the bed and sat beside me, still holding my hand. I tried to blurt out an apology, but I could only stammer. Helen now took my hand into both of hers. She just stared at me. To my surprise, she did not appear to be upset. Actually, it seemed that she was trying to calm me down. 

And I did calm down a bit. All the while she just stared at me, patting my hand to reassure me. When my shaking stopped and my breathing returned to normal, she spoke. 

"Why are you so afraid?" 

"Um ... because of what I did." 

"Did you do something bad?"

"I think so ...well, yes." 

"Was it bad because you were being sneaky?" 

"Yes." 

"Because you were taking advantage of me?" 

"Yes." 

"Because you were doing things to me while I was asleep" 

"Uh huh." 

With that, she let go of my hand and hugged me, her hands seeming to press me into her nakedness. When she looked at me again, she was smiling warmly. 

"Adam? You don't have to feel bad because of what you did. You're growing up. It's normal for you to be curious. It's a natural thing. And I'm not angry at you. You know why?" 

"No. Why?" 

"I have a secret to tell you. I was being sneaky too. And I was being just as bad as you." 

"How is that?" 

"Well ... you say you feel bad because you were taking advantage of me while I was sleeping?" 

"I guess so." 

"Adam, honey, I was awake from the first time you touched me. I wasn't asleep after that. And you know what? I liked it too. I liked the way you were touching me. And I thought you knew that I was awake. Didn't you know that I was awake?" 

"No ... uh uh." 

We were quiet then, as I just let her words sink in. I was relieved. But now I wanted to ask her something. I started to a number of times, but the words just did not come out. She just sat next to me, rubbing my hand and comforting me. Then I decided to ask. But I did not have to. 

Helen started by unbuttoning my shirt. She removed it and had me stand. She undid my trousers and pulled them down and off. When she started to pull my underwear down, I was embarrassed. My erection had returned the instant I realized that she wanted me naked ... as naked as she was. 

When she pulled my underwear down by my waistband, my fully hard erection sprang free ... standing straight out ... bowing upward slightly. She reassured me, and soon I was standing before her naked. 

I felt a hot flush to see her staring at my hardness. She lay down and patted the bed next to her. I lay next to her and we embraced. She took my hand and put it where I had been exploring her earlier. She spread her legs for me very wide and my hands roamed over all of her soft and wet places. She kept reassuring me and made me very comfortable. It felt so wonderful to have her nakedness pressing against me. 

Her hand went to my erection and I thoroughly enjoyed the way she massaged my hardness. When her hand squeezed me ... gently but firmly ... my cock muscles pressed back in her hand. I felt her thumb rubbing my pee hole. I was already leaking drops of precum, and she smeared the tip of my cock with the slippery wetness. She smiled as she took her thumb to her lips and sucked my wetness from it. 

I couldn't help but be in complete awe of what was happening. Here I was, lying with a real woman for the first time. And she was just as eager as I was. 

She coached me very gently and tenderly, always reassuring me that I was pleasing her. She kissed me and stroked me whenever I did something she enjoyed. I grew to be very comfortable with her, and she guided me through our exploring of each other. 

"Mmmm ... yes, Adam. Touch it like that. Pinch it again ... a little harder. Ahh ... now use two fingers ... move it slowly in and out of me. Now flutter your fingers as deep as you can go." We enjoyed each other this way for a very long time. I felt very empowered. When I touched her, she shifted her position to help me. It felt so good to have her so willing ... and so wanting. In time, she lay flat and pulled me on top of her. She reached up and turned off the lamp. I was lying on her, my naked body resting between her wide spread legs. I felt her hand reach down between us and soon she was guiding my swollen erection directly to her oozing love tunnel. 

I felt it slide easily into her. Feeling my erection going deeper into her warm wet flesh hole was beyond description. Finally, I was completely in her and she started to gently rock her hips. Holding me to her, she coached me to start thrusting my hips to move my hardness in and out of her. I could feel her love muscles clenching then relaxing on my cock as I pumped it in and out of her. 

In my state of extreme excitement, it did not take long. After a few hard thrusts into her, I felt my orgasm starting. She must have felt my legs stiffen and my breathing becoming deeper and labored. She hugged me tight to her breasts and whispered into my ear. 

"Yes, Adam! That's it! Do it hard now. Don't hold back, honey! Just do it now! Yes ... cum for me, Adam! Shoot your juice inside me. Squirt all of it deep inside of me! Now. Yes ...now, honey ... cum for me ...cum hard, honey, cum hard!" 

Her words drove me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced! I was moaning and writhing on top of her. I could feel and hear my swollen member squirting my cum deep inside of her. I could feel the whole length of my cock completely submerged in our blended juices, which was now squishing out of her as I continued to thrust into her hole. 

At the height of my orgasm, I cried out and felt a drop of spit flying from my lips. I grimaced in the pleasure of my total orgasm, which left me limp and panting ... lying fully upon my woman lover, as she stroked my back and assured me that everything was just perfect. 

After we had had our first bout of intense and delicious fucking, we showered and went back to bed, now clean again. 

She asked and was elated to learn that that was my very first time. I asked her if she had an orgasm and she said ... in honesty ... that she did not. As we talked, she was fondling my cock and I soon had a full erection once more. She explained to me how women need certain things to bring on an orgasm. She promised that she would teach me everything, and assured me that we would soon have perfect intercourse and orgasm together. But first, she wanted me to experience something else. 

She folded a comforter and placed it along with both pillows under my head. In that position, I could see down the front of my body and saw my erection pointing at the ceiling. She moved on the bed, and soon I was staring in total disbelief as she first kissed, then licked, the tip of my erection. She looked up at me. Then, I saw my achingly-hard cock slipping between her lips and into her mouth. 




Aunt Helen



She started sucking me tenderly and I was in total awe of the most pleasurable feeling she was creating for me. Soon, her head was bobbing up and down as her sucking became more intense. She let out a muffled sound as she took my entire throbbing length into her mouth, and I could feel the tight confines of her throat on the head of my cock. 

I was luxuriating in this wonderful oral massage of my cock, when I felt her shift again. Still holding my cock in her mouth, she swung her legs so that she was straddling my face. I enjoyed the scent of her as she lowered her hair-covered mound to my lips. I could clearly see that her lips were parted. 

I moved my face upward, up to lick her there, and she let out a soft moan. Wanting so much to please her, I started to lick the length of her slit. Her taste was heavenly, and I inhaled her beautiful fragrance deeply. She tasted so divine, and her musk was the most wonderful scent I had ever experienced. 

My tongue flicked over the tight bud of her clit and then down to delve into her oozing hole. I flattened my tongue and reamed her hole as deeply as my tongue would reach. I heard her mewing her approval when I finally sucked her clit into my mouth and away from her body. I sucked her there, the way she was sucking on my erect phallus. My erection was so intense that I could feel my pulse all through my hard member ... now throbbing in the hot sucking of her greedy mouth. I sucked her clit and flicked my tongue over it as she continued to suck me with deep passion. 

Using two fingers, I probed the inside of her wet hole which brought more approval from her. I worked my mouth and fingers furiously, and, in time, I felt her hips rocking in time to my oral ministrations upon every part of her slippery flesh . Finally, I heard her muffled moans and her hips were flying, grinding her open wet lips into my face. She bucked and moaned until she stiffened and my cock flew from her lips with a pop. 

"Oh god ... oh god, Adam! I'm cumming! Oh, lick it ... and suck it baby! Suck it and use your fingers deep and hard inside of me! Oh yes ... YES! Make me cum, honey! Ungh ... of fuck ... I'm gonna cum! Make me cum, honey! Ooooo ... ahhhhh ... of fuck ... I'm cummmming!" 

The bed rocked with the fury of her release. She experienced wave after wave of orgasm ... until she was moaning and yelping in her pleasure. I had to grasp her hips to keep my mouth on her clit, and my fingers were reaming her hard, as she seemed as though she would never stop cumming! 

Finally, as I continued to suck her and greedily swallow her wetness, she pulled away from me, explaining that she had become "too sensitive" to endure any more. We rested. And then she pulled me onto her again. My reward for her oral pleasure would be another wonderful fucking ... until I once again ejaculated in her full and ample body. 

We had sex twice more that first night. The next day, I spent the entire time with her until late in the night. In the coming week, she took a day off , totally dedicated to our erotic delights and extreme pleasure. That was but the first of many "play hookie for nookie" days. We spent every moment of free time together. Thereafter, she taught me things that I never even dreamed existed. Our lovemaking and sex play was totally without bounds except for three "golden rules": "No Children, No Animals and No "un-loving Pain". 

We used to even enjoy sneaking around when Lou was in port and home. The main thing Helen left with me is an undying passion to create pleasure for a lover. Of all the pleasures we experienced and experimented with, I still most enjoy performing oral sex for my partner. I love every aspect of it. The scent, taste and feel of causing a woman to orgasm until she cannot cum anymore. And Helen taught me everything about what pleases a woman during intercourse: the thumping of the cervix with the head of my erection, ...the side-to-side movement of my hips to, she termed it ..." touch the corners," ... holding still and letting her go on top when she was just "too sensitive" for regular intercourse, ... how to pump when her feet were on my shoulders, ... every technique of inverted intercourse, ... what to do with my fingers when she desired to have me do her from the rear ... and on and on. She was single-mindedly concerned only with my pleasure and learning. 

We spent so much time together that I once asked her if she thought we were in love. She said, 

"I'm not sure if we're in love, but I am sure we are in lust. But, honey, don't spoil it for us. I say fuck the loving ... and just love the fucking!"



Aunt Helen Burning...In Summer's Cauldron



Helen was lying in bed, just relaxing. Enjoying her cigarette, and appreciating the solitude of the quiet bedroom… 

It was a sweltering, oppressively hot afternoon. The kind of mid-July afternoon, where if you listened hard enough in the still, moist air, you could almost imagine hearing the lawn hiss, under the relentless sun. Helen had excused herself from the company of visiting relatives, to retreat to her room for a nap. Once there, she hurriedly shed her sticky tank top and shorts. She put on her thin silk, flowered robe (but left it opened), and flopped down onto the cool bedspread. A satisfying sensation of relief came over her the moment her sweaty flesh made contact with the crisp covers. Her shapely curves slowly sank, form-fitting into the mattress, as she expelled a contented sigh…

"Ahh! Almost like diving into a pool," she mused, reaching over to the nightstand for her cigarettes. 

She extracted a tapered 120 from the pack, and lit up…taking in the satisfying smoke, and exhaling into the air above her. She lay there for a while, smoking her cigarette… her body responding to the comfort. Somehow, unintentionally, she began to feel a little naughty and delicious. The sensation was brought on partly by the feeling of the cooler air rushing over her exposed form, evaporating the perspiration off her heated flesh. She could sense the fine, sweat-matted hairs around her pussy begin to pull away from her skin, slowly drying in the gentle breeze wafting in from her window. Another sigh issued from her lips, only this one was laced with a throaty moan…

"Mmm…Yes indeed," she decided. "It does feel delicious!" 

She stretched out on the cool spread, her sweaty pussy beginning to tingle from the effects. Her mind drifted to thoughts of sexuality. These thoughts were innocent at first, but then turned more wanton, as time passed. More definite, much more specialized pictures emulsified through her thoughts. Images saturated with many huge, spurting dicks being jammed into her cunt, and rubbing against her moaning mouth, filled her brain. Her mind drifted farther…She smoked her cigarette, taking long, sensuous drags. Her eyes shut, as she slowly fingered her wet clitoris, and envisioned those imaginary rigid cocks squirting their offerings all over her body.

Her imaginings were suddenly invaded by a sound; A background noise, she at first took to be part of the fantasy happening in her head. She became aware, as if awakening from a dream, of a very real sound coming from the door… A wet, familiar sound. She was taking a drag from her cigarette, when she opened her eyes, and turned her head toward the door. That's when she noticed the door slightly ajar. And then to her horror, she honed in on a pair of eyes staring back at her…

"My god! Kevin!" the voice in her head screamed, when she finally recognized to whom those intensely excited eyes belonged! She was still reeling from the effects of her hard-cum fantasy, so horror somehow quickly turned into steamy sexual heat, without much prompting. 

Her nephew walked in, completely undressed… His huge, stiff prick leading the way, like some kind of obscene divining rod. A boner stiffened into it's rigid, dripping state, as a result of him watching her writhe on the bed, through the slightly opened door... 

There he had stood for a time, peering in, his heart resonating in his chest. His unbelieving eyes taking in this erotic sight…He watched her painted lips wrap sensuously around the lipstick-stained filter of her cigarette over and over again...her naked breasts rising with each intake of the mixture of air and smoke...Her luscious mouth forming a delicious "ahh," her eyes fluttering shut. The tight ball of smoke, which hung suspended out in front of her ovaled lips for that fleeting second before being pulled into her lungs, always reminded him of white, shooting cum. 

Each drag helped extend another tortured inch of cock out in front of him, and beneath the straining fabric of his running shorts. 

And her exhales! Those lovely exhales, that seemed to last forever! Witnessing that white cone-shaped smoke, being slowly forced to pass through a sexy ovalling mouth, made his breathing ragged. Her red and sumptuous lips glinted softly in the bedroom light, with each expulsion…

Yes. Each exhale pumped another pint of blood into his already engorged boner.

His pole stood straight up in his shorts, as he watched his sexy, naked aunt innocently revel in her quiet relaxation. His hand moved, seemingly under it's own power, to the front of his shorts. He tightly gripped the stiff boner, which had already begun to leak fresh pre-squirt through the thin fabric, and started to jack it off in earnest. 

Kevin always enjoyed his Aunt Helen's smoking. He secretly watched her at family functions. Heatedly staring at her lips, and that perfect body, as she innocently smoked her cigarette! She possessed the kind of physical attributes, which were the stuff of adolescent masturbation fantasies. For him, the fact that she smoked made it almost impossible to be around her, without popping a stiff one in his trousers! 

But THIS!…THIS was too much to hope for!

Mindlessly, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his running shorts, and quickly pulled them down his hard thighs. The straining prick, finally freed, snapped up and slapped against his hard abdomen…Pre-cum broke off, wetting his washboard, muscular stomach. He stepped out of the shorts, and grabbed the dripping head of his stiff fuck stick, and squeezed it hard, before starting his hand in a jack off motion up and down the rigid flesh. He was sure his aunt heard the wet jacking sounds, as his fist gripped the dripping tip on the up stroke! Her head turned toward the door just as she took another drag. All decorum in a relationship between an aunt, and nephew was tossed out the proverbial window, when their eyes met through the crack in the bedroom door jam. 

Before he knew what he was doing, he left his cum soaked shorts on the hallway floor, pushed open the door, and walked the short distance to her bedside. His long prod stood straight out, and bobbed stiffly up and down with every step…

"Kevin?!" she rasped, after exhaling smoke in his direction, "W-What are you do…" 

She tried to finish her sentence, but the words wouldn't come. Her eyes had focused on his perfect body. This stifled any attempt at protesting the invasion of her privacy. Here was her sister's 18 year-old boy, suddenly standing along side her bed, completely naked…his excited eyes moving from her heaving tits, up to her painted lips, and over to the cigarette she held in the "V" of her fingers on her left hand. She gasped, and her pussy throbbed wetly, as her eyes fell upon the rigid state of his bloated cock…

"And WHAT a COCK" she thought! It had to be at least 10 inches long! Its veined surface throbbed noticeably, while she looked on.

She had always taken noticed to the bulge in his pants. And, whenever she did glance at it, the sight would never fail to momentarily excite her pussy. Every once in a while, her natural sexual urges would get the best of her. Forgetting he was her sister's kid, she would find herself imagining his meat pole sticking stiffly out through the open fly of his pants. Worst of all, she would sometimes imagine herself, kneeling at his crotch, taking it into her hand, and violently jacking him off! Servicing him at a family barbeque! But she would manage some control, and quickly brush those feelings aside in disgust. Mentally slapping herself on the wrist, for thinking such debase, and incestuous thoughts.

"Kevin is my nephew, for crying out loud!" she'd scream at herself. "My sister's kid! Helen! What in holy fuck are you thinking? You slut!"

But there was no denying the attraction. Nephew, or no nephew, he was still a great looking kid! Kid? He had an athletes' body, all sinew and hard. But a cute pimply face offset his obvious physical maturity. This was a marvelously effective combination. None of his female teen cousins could resist his quiet charm, and good looks. They'd vie for his attentions at all the family gatherings. But, what didn't help Helen's dilemma was she also would catch him looking at her. Sometimes the look on his boyish face was nervous and uncomfortable. Other times it was excruciating, as if in pain. During those times, her eyes would carefully float down to his crotch. There, she would view the spectacle of a prominent bulge in his pants. Knowing she might have been the cause of this condition, made her pussy throb. 

Secretly glimpsing at his hard on, concealed within pants, at a family barbeque was one thing…Now, she was looking dead on at that cock. But this time it was fully exposed, stiff, throbbing… and volatile! And judging from the string of cum dripping from its angry, red tip, it was about to spurt hard…and it was pointing right at her breasts. She couldn't move at first…. Not a word passed between them during this time. She lay there struggling between shock, and taboo titillation. At the same time, he stood next to her, staring down excitedly, his fuck stick dripping pre-cum on her right tit. Both of them hypnotized…both of them trying to figure out what to do. Neither one of them willing to make the first move toward either ending this, or carrying on!

Then, an extreme feeling of naughtiness overtook her with one sudden thought… She quickly began to realize what that "excruciating look" he would give her at family functions, really meant. He seemed to be most agitated when she was smoking… That "look" occurred whenever she would lit up a cigarette!

"That's it! The little young bastard was getting excited over me smoking!" she thought, as she lay there trying to figure this situation out. She had heard about this attraction some men have, but she never thought she would meet anyone like that Especially not someone in her own family. But there he was! She noticed his eyes rapidly moving from her lipstick-coated cigarette, to her lips, and then to her breasts…

To put this theory to a test, she slowly brought the cigarette to her panting mouth. She watched his eyes widened, and then follow her hand, as she placed the filter between her lips. His cock lurched while she did this, and that made her cunt juice! When she exhaled right at his erection, the smoke surrounded the length, and his super-stiff prick throbbed uncontrollably! She thought he was about to explode! This excited her to no end! The fact that this 18 year-old was driven to an erection on the verge of shooting off, just because she was smoking, really blew her mind! Her pussy was on the edge of orgasm, as she finally got the courage to speak…

"Is it my lips, Kevin?" she breathed.

He said nothing, but stared hotly…

"Is it my lips blowing smoke, that got you so excited?…Is it my smoking, Kevin?" she asked pointedly, but in as naughty a tone as possible, as she stared up into his frustrated eyes.

He sucked in a gasp, and his cock dripped more pre-squirt on her right tit…She had her answer…

"Honey? Is this what you want?"

Once again, she brought the filter to her lips to take a drag. Her right hand reached out and grabbed the dripping dick head, which extending out over her tits. She smeared cum on the down stroke, all the way back to the base of his steel-hard pole. The warm contact, and the hard feeling of his prick in her hand made her cunt spasm. Just the sheer naughtiness, and taboo of this situation had her almost ready to explode! There was no turning back now, though. No reproach…

She knew he was too close to shooting off for her to do anything but jack him to a climax. There would be plenty of cum for her pussy and mouth later, she thought, as she placed the filter between her lips to take another drag. She exhaled around his bloated cock-head and her jacking fist, and instantly started a violent hand pump, with the intent of bringing his cock off as fast as possible! She wanted to make him spurt all over her. She needed that NOW, she realized, as her pussy began to rock through the beginning of an intense cum.



Aunt Helen Ch. 02



It had been a very strange day so far for Scott Andrews. This was the second day with his Aunt Helen while he recuperated from recently breaking both of his arms. She'd just finished feeding him his lunch, but he felt like his was living a dream.

Just the day before, during a bath, his Aunt had given him the best hand job he'd ever had, and he was pretty sure that he'd never get a hand job that would ever surpass it. The thing of it was this, his father had dropped off Scott a little before 8:00, and his Aunt had treated him like nothing out of the ordinary had happened the day before.

She'd given him a hug when he'd come through the door, but had been pretty much out of sight during the morning. Scott had spent much of his time watching ESPN. Even during his bathroom break, Aunt Helen had not given him any impression that there would be a repeat performance today.

After lunch, he'd sat at the kitchen table while she washed the dishes. She talked about this and that, but all Scott could think of was this "Did I just dream yesterday?" What kept him confused what how she was dressed. She was wearing a white halter-top, tied behind her neck, which matched nicely with her bright blue skirt. Her blond hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and he bare feet sometimes squeaked on the tiled floor.

Finally, when she had finished putting away the dried dishes, she turned to him and asked, "Now, ready for some fun, Pumpkin?"

She giggled at the surprised look evident on his face. She strolled over to him, and without asking, helped him to stand up. Then, without saying a word, she eased his t-shirt over his head, and tossed it on the table. Not waiting for a response, she just winked at him and knelt on the floor. This allowed her ample access to his sweatpants, which very quickly were pulled down, and he stepped out of them.

In very short time, he was naked, excited, and stunned all at the same time. Aunt Helen stood up, looked him in the eye and simply said, "Sit."

Once he was back in the chair Helen said, "You're very interested in what's coming next, huh?" He couldn't help himself; he looked down and saw his erect cock pointing back up at him. Scott looked back up at Helen, she was already smiling at him, and said, "I think we'll skip the bath today."

Taking the lead, she moved closer, and positioned herself between his legs. As she leaned toward his groin, Helen's blond hair obscured his view of his cock. He felt her nose brush up against the base of his cock just before her tongue took its first swipe at his balls.

His head rolled back in ecstatic anticipation as her tongue continued to sweep around his balls. "Jesus, Aunt Helen," he said softly, "that's fuckin' awesome."

Helen giggled, then began to suck his balls into her mouth. This new sensation caused Scott to lie back even further in the chair as he tried to allow her more access to his scrotum.

After a couple of minutes of this, Helen released Scott's balls, and lazily traced her tongue up his shaft. When she reached the tip, again she maneuvered her tongue around his pee hole. Scott's cock was so hard by this time, the Helen didn't have to hold it; physically, it couldn't move.

Knowing that he was moving toward an orgasmic explosion, Helen opened her mouth just enough, and engulfed his cock with her mouth. "Ooohhhhhh ssshhhiiiiiiiittttttt," was all Scott could utter. Her warm, wet mouth, and fabulous tongue were now causing his hips to move ever so slightly in a humping motion.

When Helen sensed that his was right on the edge, her head started bouncing like an expert porn star. Scott was helpless now as his head swayed from side to side.

After just a few moments, he warned Helen by saying, "IIIIIII'mmmmmm CUUMMMIIIIINNGGG!" 

Helen didn't hesitate; she glued her mouth onto his cock, and swallowed his pecker juice as it erupted from his cock. Scott was in such a state that his thighs squeezed against Helen, jostling her as his body went though wave after wave of orgasmic convulsions.

Ultimately, Scott did calm down, and released Helen from his vice-like grip. She, too, let got of his cock. When he was able to open his eyes again, he saw that she was on her feet again, and was sensually licking her lips to get the dollops of cum that had leaked out of her mouth.

Helen winked at him and asked, "Ready for more?"

All Scott could do was nod his head. Seeing his reaction, Aunt Helen used her right hand to release the knot of her halter-top just behind her neck. Then, with a big smile on her face, she let the top fall ever so slowly. Her breasts, once revealed, had an immediate impact on Scott. His cock began to inflate to its previous rock hard state.

Seeing his erection, Helen laughed and said, "Yep, you're ready for more," while she finished removing he top, and dropped in on the floor. His eyes were glued to her chest. He'd seen tits before, but for some reason he, his Aunt's extremely excited him. They did sag just a little, but they were full, with large, red areolas, and very pointy nipples.

Not waiting for any encouragement, she reached for the back of her skirt. Scott could hear the zipper being lowered. Helen just let it fall to floor, so Scott was now staring at her pink silk panties and wondering what her pussy looked like. Still in stunned silence, the next thing Scott saw was Helen bending over in front of him, her lovely breasts hanging down, and then jiggling as she shimmied out of her panties.

Now as naked as he was, Helen said, "Since you can't use your arms, we'll skip straight to the good stuff."

Helen then wiggled herself between his casts, so that she ended up sitting on his lap. This caused his hard cock to be wedged between her right thigh and his stomach. Her right arm wrapped around his neck, and Scott had no idea what to do next.

Sensing this, Helen used her left hand to lift her right breast toward him and said, "Why do you suckle on Auntie's tit for a little while?"

He had to bend his head, but this he could do. He started by using the tip of his tongue to flick at her perky nipple. After a few swipes, he opened his mouth, and sucked on her tit.

"Oh, baby," she said sensuously, "that's perrrfffeecccttt." Helen began to wiggle a little on his lap; the motions from her hip to his dick elevated his excitement level back to extremely high.

"Pumpkin, you suck sooooooo gooooooodddd." Helen moaned.

Scott had to apply more pressure to hold her tit in his mouth because she'd dropped her left hand to her pussy. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he was sure that she was diddling with her clit.

It didn't take very long for Scott to feel a shudder pass through his aunt as she experienced a quick little orgasm. After a few moments, Helen pulled away, and with a huge grin on her face, said, "Now for the main event."

She had to be careful with his casts while she stood up, turned to face him, then step forward so that she could straddle his lap. As she sat down, she grasped his cock in her right hand, and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. Then rather quickly, she impaled herself on his cock. Once her cunt reached the base of his cock, he became acutely aware of her pubic hair mingling with his.

This was so quick, that Scott almost lost his load. Helen stopped all movements, and waited for him to calm down a little. Seeing that he could last a while longer, she put both arms around his neck, and hugged him as close as possible. With their noses touching, and smiles on both of their faces, Helen said, "Feel good?"

"Fuck yes," was all Scott could say.

He quickly started moaning as Helen began to move her pussy muscles around his cock.

"Sweetie," she said, "you're so big. Your cock's touching places that haven't been touched in way too long."

Just as they were finding their pace, and Scott was getting ready to explode again, the phone rang. He was very surprised when she reached for it on the table. 

"Hello," she said, but her pussy didn't stop working. "Hi, Jenny, how's your day going." About the time that Scott realized that his aunt was now talking to his mother, Helen said, "No problem at all, we're having so much fun getting to know each other better."

What the fuck is she talking about, was all Scott could think. Somehow his aunt was screwing him and carrying on a conversation with his mother at the same time. He didn't know what he should do now, but he thought that this might be a good time to stop.

Then next thing he knew, Helen was saying, "He's right here, why don't you talk to him now."

There was still a huge smile on Helen's face as she held the phone for him. When it was in place, he heard his mother say, "Scottie, how's Helen treating you."

"You wouldn't believe how goood she's been to me," he replied. He had to stretch out the 'good' because her pussy had grabbed him in just the right place. 

"Are you ok," his mother asked.

"Sure, fine" he answered, "She's just helping me work out a cramp."

It was at this point that Helen started to move ever so slowly up and down on his pole. A look of fear crossed Scott's face as he felt his impending orgasm encroach closer, and he really didn't want to cum while he was talking to his mother.

"I'll see you after work, then," she said, "try not to be too much of a burden on your aunt now."

"I'll do that," Scott said.

Helen put the phone back to her mouth and said, "See, everyone's having a great time here." There was a pause, and then she said, "Don't worry, we'll be fine till you get here."

She then pushed the stop button, and put the phone back on the table. During this time, she had stopped all of her fucking movements. She giggled when she saw the stunned look on Scott's face.

"I can't believe that just happened," Scott said.

"Honey, don't you worry about a thing," Helen replied. "When your mother and I were about your age, we use to bring out boyfriends home in the afternoon, and fuck ourselves silly when no one was around." Seeing a shocked look on Scott's face, she continued, "Hell, we'd even trade off with our boyfriends if the mood was right."

This revelation stunned Scott but didn't stop Helen; she began moving up and down on his cock. Somehow her pussy was able to grab his cock on the way up, release its grip at the top, and then slide smoothly back down. It helped that by now, both of them were covered in a light sweat. The moisture allowed her breasts to glide up and down as she fucked his dick.

Scott's eyes fluttered as his whole body almost swooned in immense pleasure. While he couldn't say anything, his aunt had no such inhibitions. "Fuck that's good, fuck that's good," she repeated over and over. Then, "Scottie, you're cock is tickling me just right."

As good as this felt for both of them, it just couldn't last. As Helen slid down his cock one last time, Scott let out a long "FFFUUUCCCKKK" as his penis splattered stream after stream of cum inside her pussy. This set off his Aunt's more intense orgasm. She pulled him even tighter to her, and both of their bodies rocked in unison. 

It took several minutes for both of them to calm down. Finally, Helen released her arms enough so that they could look each other in the eye. Then she leaned forward, and they shared a lip-smacking, tongue dueling, sloppy kiss.

When the kiss ended, Helen stood up, and back away just far enough so that she could see Scott's wilting erection that was covered with his cum and her juice. She knelt down, yet again, and proceeded to like his penis clean. Slurping up the last of it, she looked up at Scott and said, "I think that we can have even more fun tomorrow."

After what had happened the last two days, Scott could only hope that she was right. 



Aunt Helen Ch. 03



This was the third day Scott Andrews would be spending with his aunt. The ride over to her house was excruciatingly long, and terribly tense for Scott. The casts on his arms were causing his skin to become rather itchy, but more importantly, because his aunt had become a sexual dynamo, his penis was constantly erect.

It was almost like being high on an illegal drug. He was exceedingly aroused, but he couldn't let his parents know what was happening because he knew he'd be denied the sexual antics that only his aunt could provide.

Finally the car stopped, and his father helped him out of the car. As soon he was standing, he heard his aunt calling to his father a cheerful "Good morning, Tom," but there was really no reply as his father was already running a little late for work

As Scott walked toward his aunt, he quickly saw a devilish grin spread across her face. When he was close to her, she whispered in a very husky tone, "Well, big boy, are you ready for more fun today?"

All he could do was nod, and thank his lucky stars that he'd be spending yet another day completely in the hands of his Aunt Helen.

She ushered him through the front door, and as soon as it was closed, she immediately stripped him of his clothes. Taking a long look up and down his body, with extra attention on his twitching cock. Finally, she took a grip on his cock, and led him to the couch. After helping him sit down, she calmly turned on the television, making sure that he'd be watching the morning edition of Sportscenter, and left him there.

The rest of the morning was almost like torture for Scott. Helen spent just enough time with him to keep him thinking that she would drop everything and fuck his brains out, but actually did no such thing. 

After a while, he realized that he was at the total mercy of his aunt; she was in complete charge. Just when he started showing some interest in what was on the TV, she'd appear out of nowhere and gently tickle his balls. About the time that his erection would begin to fade, she'd sit on his lap, rub up against his cock, and nibble on his earlobe. Then in a fit of pure spite, she'd twirl around right in front of him so he could get a quick glance at her pink panties. He loved it, and was frustrated by it at the same time.

A little before 11:00, she sat down next to him, and did the earlobe nibble again. He was actually surprised at how good this felt. Then she used the back of her hand to rub up and down on his cock. He was getting more and more sure that she was about to go all the way when the doorbell rang.

"Don't move a muscle, sugar," she said with a grin as she hurried to the door. 

Expecting her to get rid of whoever was at the door, he was flabbergasted when he heard not one, but two voices coming from the hallway. Since both of his arms were in casts, he had no way to cover his cock, and even standing up was sort of an inconvenience at this point, all he could do was grin and bear it.

The woman who appeared next to his aunt was slightly familiar. She was just a bit shorter than his aunt, and about ten years younger. She was wearing a bright red shirt, with very white pants. Her dark hair was up in a ponytail, and reached past her shoulders. The fact that she was Japanese really excited Scott, as he'd always thought that exotic look of Japanese women to be very special.

"Scott," Aunt Helen began, "I'm not sure that you've been introduced to my neighbor, Janet Tanaka."

Janet had a wicked grin on her face when she said, "I don't remember meeting Scott before, but based on what I'm seeing now, we're going to have lots of fun today."

"You see," Helen said, " I was talking with Janet after you left last night, and the thing is, her husband has been on a business trip all week, and he's not due back till next Wednesday."

"And that's way too long for me to go without a good fucking," Janet giggled.

Turning to face Helen, Janet said, "I think it's your turn to go first."

All a baffled Scott could think to himself was "Your Turn?" Obviously they had played with each other before, and he was going to play with them very soon.

With that, Janet began undressing his aunt. She wasn't really in a hurry, but she didn't dawdle at it either. She started with Helen's top, and Scott wasn't too surprised that Helen wasn't wearing a bra. Janet continued by unzipping Helen's skirt, before helping her out of it. She was rather forceful when it came to pulling down Helen's panties, but Helen didn't seem to mind.

When she was done, Janet reached for his aunt's tits and gave her nipples a little squeeze.

Helen then began undressing Janet. Unlike Janet, Helen was slower in her removal of Janet's clothes; there was something very seductive about her manner.

She started by carefully unbuttoning Janet's shirt. When she reached Janet's waist, she stopped, but left the shirt tucked into her pants. Helen finished by unbuttoning Janet's shirtsleeves. From Scott's vantage point, he could clearly see Janet's golden toned belly, and a glimpse of her purple bra.

Helen continued by unclasping her pants, and lowering the zipper. There was absolutely no sound in the room except for the zipper, and for some reason, this caused Scott's dick to twitch just a little.

With almost well practiced motions, Helen lowered Janet's pants, so that she could just step out of them. After placing the pants on the couch, Helen moved behind Janet, took hold of her shirt at the shoulders and carefully took it off of Janet. 

Scott was now in total lust. Janet was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen wearing so little. Janet saw the look on his face and had to laugh a little.

At this moment, Helen unsnapped Janet's bra at the back, then grasping Janet's straps, she gingerly lifted her bra up and off. "Oh Fuck," was all Scott could say. He desperately wanted to fondle Janet's incredible breasts, but due to his casts, this was not possible.

Helen placed her head on Janet's right shoulder while she reached around massage Janet's firm melons. "See," she whispered into Janet's ear, "I told you that he'd like you."

"Fuck 'like'," Janet replied, "he looks like he's ready to screw my brains out."

After a few moments of fondling, Helen let her arms trace their way down Janet's ribs until her hands reached Janet's panties. Helen then knelt down, and Scott lost sight of Helen's hands. He quickly realized that Helen was using them to pull down on the panties, but she was only doing this to expose Janet's cheeks. 

Janet's eyes glazed over because Helen was now using her tongue to lick Janet's ass cheeks, and every now and then, up and down her crack.

"Fuck yeah," Janet almost moaned. Then she looked at Scott and said, "You probably already know this, but your Aunt has the best tongue in the whole world." She sort of leaned back into Helen, and continued "That's it honey, cover my ass with your fuckin tongue."

It was obvious that Janet was trying very hard to remain still, but every time Helen's tongue swiped at the crack of Janet's ass, she just couldn't control herself. Scott appreciated this because Janet's breasts wiggled and jiggled whenever Helen's tongue ventured near Janet's asshole. The longer this went on, the bigger Janet's nipples got. After a while, they looked to be the size of cherries.

Finally, Helen knew that Janet couldn't take anymore, so she pulled away from her ass. Then she slid those fabulous purple panties down Janet's legs so that she could step out of them. Now that she had Janet completely naked, Helen stood up, and walked around her so that she was facing her.

Not saying anything, Helen leaned down just a bit and started to suckle on Janet's tits; first the right one, then the left. Scott was absolutely sure that this was better than any porno he'd seen. 

"Oh honey," Janet moaned, "you're driving me crazzzzyyyyy."

Helen then knelt down, placed her hands on Janet's hips, and began licking and nibbling at Janet's pussy. Very quickly, Janet shut her eyes and had to put her hands on Helen's shoulder's to steady herself.

Janet started saying things that Scott didn't understand. She was definitely enjoying herself, and whatever she was saying was making him hotter too.

Helen seemed to sense this, and pulled her mouth off of Janet's muff. "She's saying 'eat me' in Japanese," she said looking over at Scott. "Isn't that fuckin' great."

"Fuck that," Janet yelled, "just put you tongue back on my twat and finish me off."

Reapplying her mouth to Janet's pussy, Helen aimed to please Janet.

Janet's legs went a little weak, and she had to support herself on Helen's shoulders again. Helen squeezed even tighter on Janet's hips to hold her in place. After a little while longer, Janet threw her head back, and screamed in ecstasy as an incredible orgasm thundered through her body.

Scott sat in utter amazement at what he was witnessing. His aunt continued to nuzzle at Janet's clit, as Janet returned to normal. Soon Janet released her hands from Helen's shoulders, and used them to massage her great tits.

Finally, she looked over at Scott and grinned as she saw his incredibly erect cock. "Honey," she said, "I do believe that your dick needs some attention right now."

Janet then slowly walked toward Scott. Each step caused her tits to sway back and forth; the effect on Scott was astonishing. When Janet was finally standing between his legs, she had to reach down, and wipe away some of the drool that was leaking out of his mouth. 

When she knelt down, her tits brushed against his penis, and a short gasp escaped from his lips. This was definitely an intentional act on her part because she then started moving her chest so that her tits bounced off of his cock. She winked at him and said, "You look like you're ready to explode real soon."

"Oh yes," Scott replied, "I'm so close that almost anything is going to set me off."

Janet then moved herself so that his cock was between her tits, and used her hands to squeeze them together so that his dick was enveloped between her pillow-like breasts. It didn't take very long; in fact, the speed of Scott's ejaculation surprised even him. He didn't have time to let Janet know that it was about to spurt.

The first stream of cum hit her on her lower jaw, followed closely by four other spurts. Scott grunted with each stream of cum, and felt pure elation as his cock throbbed in orgasmic delight.

When he finally calmed down, Scott opened his eyes, and saw Judy sitting back on her heals with a sly grin on her face. "You really squirt hard when you cum, sweetie," she said.

A sense of pride filled Scott, but he was equally thrilled as he saw his aunt sit down next to Judy, then lean around her so that she could lick up his cum from her tits, chest, and neck. Judy's eyes closed as she felt Helen's tongue work its magic again. Eventually, both women moaned in pleasure as Judy was cleaned of cum.

When she was finished, Helen sat up and looked at Scott's still erect cock. "Honey, you're still ready for more, huh," Helen said.

"Well," Judy continued, "we'll just have to find something to do with that fine cock." She then stood up, and helped Scott to his feet. They moved to the middle of the room where Judy and Helen were able to get him to lay on his back.

Judy didn't wait for an invitation. She just said, "I think that I need that cock deep inside my cunt." With that said, she got on the floor, swung her right leg Scott so that her pussy was directly over Scott's cock.

Judy looked at Scott and said, "Are you ready for more?"

"I can hardly wait," he replied.

Using her right hand to keep his cock in place, Judy nestled herself down until it was firmly planted in her pussy. When his cock was in, they both groaned in pleasure. Scott was totally entranced as he looked up and saw Judy grinning at him. She was casually fondling her tits and used her thumbs to flick at her nipples.

After a few moments, Judy began to move herself around on Scott's groin. She wasn't moving up and down on his cock, but she was able to use her pussy on Scott's cock so that the sexual tension between the two of them increased exponentially. Very soon, Judy was again moaning, and speaking in short Japanese phrases, further increasing Scott's pleasure index.

"Hey," Aunt Helen said, "I need to join you two right now."

Helen moved toward them, so that she was standing directly over Scott, one foot on each side of his chest. Scott could see right up her legs, all the way to her very moist cunt. Helen had a sly grin on her face as she looked down at him. Then, slowly buy surely, she knelt down so that her feet were on one side of his restricted arms, her knees on the other, and she pussy just above his mouth.

"Have you ever eaten pussy before?" she asked.

"Nope," was all he could say.

"Well then pumpkin," Helen said, "you're about to have your first lesson. I just need you to stick your tongue out for me."

She laughed as he immediately complied with her request, then she nestled herself down on his tongue. " Just keep it in place, and I'll do most of the work," Helen said.

Soon she was moving her cunt all over his tongue. While this was a new taste for Scott, he quickly learned to like it. He especially enjoyed the wonderful aroma that was emanating from her pussy. 

Because of the attention that Helen was giving him, Scott had actually forgotten that Judy was sitting on his cock. She too had been entranced by the sight of Helen's pussy eating lessons, but quickly she reconvened with her slow motion on his cock.

With the action on his cock, Scott began to moan. Judy was soon groaning in Japanese, and Helen was saying things like, "yeah baby, that's how to eat pussy," and "oohhh, fuck that's good."

After a few moments of this, Helen moved her hips so that her clit was not at Scott's tongue. "Honey," she said, "now I need you to nibble a little on my snatch."

Knowing that he didn't want to hurt her, Scott gently began to play with her clit with his teeth. He had to be very careful because Judy started bouncing on his prick. This further intensified his pleasure, which resulted in him moaning in earnest. His lips were now vibrating on Helen's clit causing her to shriek in joy.

They were all fucking in unison now, but it couldn't last for long. Scott's cock erupted first, sending streams of cum into Judy's cunt. Judy was not far behind, and screamed when her orgasm ripped through her pussy. 

Helen was last, but she had by far the most intense orgasm of the bunch. She fell forward because her body could not support her. Her hips wriggled in ecstasy, and her cunt almost enveloped Scott's whole face.

When she finally recovered, Helen sat back up. When Scott opened his eyes, he saw Judy massaging Helen's tits. Looking up farther, he saw Helen had turned her head so that she could share a spit-swapping kiss with Judy.

When they finished their kiss, Judy said, "You've convinced me, Helen. We'll have to play lots more this summer."



Aunt Helen Ch. 04



Scott Andrews was terribly conflicted sitting next to his mother as she drove him to her sister's house. Soon after returning home from college for the summer, he had broken both his arms playing basketball with his friends. Since both his parents worked, and he couldn't do much for himself, it had been decided that he would spend his days with his Aunt Helen.

What he thought might turn into a very boring summer changed drastically on his first day with his aunt. After giving a bath, she'd proceeded to give him the best hand job of his 18-year life. The two days that followed were even better than that. On the second day, Aunt Helen had screwed him fabulously, and on the third day, his aunt had even invited a woman from the neighborhood to join in on the fun.

He absolutely couldn't wait to get to his aunt's house, but at the same time he didn't want to give his mother any inclination about what was happening for fear that she would put an immediate stop to the fucking.

Fortunately, she was deep in thought, and didn't say much on the drive over. When they arrived, all she had time for was to help him out of the car, wave at her sister and speed off to work. 

Scott couldn't hide the grin on his face as he walked toward his aunt who was standing in her open doorway. It didn't hurt that it looked like all she was wearing was a flannel bathrobe.

She hugged him when he got to the door, before helping in and closing the door. Scott was able to get to the couch before turning around to look for his aunt.

While he thought he'd be ready for anything, his eyes still bugged out when he saw that she'd taken off the bathrobe, and sure enough, there was nothing underneath. 

She giggled at his response and skipped toward him, tits bouncing every which way. Then helped him down on the couch before turning on the TV and disappearing from the room. 

The rest of the morning was very distressing for Scott. Helen made no overt sexual move all morning. She'd bring him some crackers, help him sip some milk, then wag her wonderful ass at him as she walked away. All this did was further enrage his hormones, and stiffen his cock.

Lunch was just as bad because as she fed him his sandwich, her tits would wave at him and her legs would rub up against his. She did keep him dressed, but his cock was cement hard all morning, and it was beginning to hurt a little.

Scott watched her clean up the kitchen after lunch from his usual seat at the kitchen table. It was at this point that he sensed that action was soon going to take place. 

Helen pulled one of the other chairs out from the table, sat down and said; "I think I want to do something before any screwing begins." She let Scott have a little time to digest this thought before she went on, "I've wondered for the longest time just how this might feel."

Scott was totally stumped as to what she was talking about. So with great interest he watched his aunt turn slightly while remaining on her seat, open a drawer and remove a small pair of scissors.

She then spread her legs, and gave Scott a clear look at her pussy. Helen then did the most remarkable thing; she started cutting her pubic hair off. If anything, this made Scott's dick even harder.

In took Helen a couple of minutes, but soon she was down to pubic hair stubble. She then looked at Scott and said, "Baby, you just sit still and I'll be right back." All Scott could do was nod.

True to her word, Helen returned with a small towel over her left shoulder, a razor in he right hand and a can of shaving cream in her left. She stopped by the sink, where she filled a bowl with warm water. When the bowl was filled she carried to the table, set it down, and placed the towel on the seat of her chair. Before sitting back in the chair, she got the razor and the shaving cream.

She had a big smile on her face when she said, "I can't believe how hot I am right now." Then she sprayed some of the shaving cream on her left hand, and proceeded to smear it all around her pussy. After rinsing her hand off in the bowl, she dried her hand on the towel and picked up the razor.

"Here's goes nothing," she said. Very carefully, she used the razor to shave her pussy completely clean of hair. She took her time, and after about five minutes, she looked up and said, "how's that look."

Scott couldn't say much because his mouth was completely dry. 

"I think I could use so baby oil right now," Helen said, disappearing back toward her bathroom. She returned, she sat back down and squeezed some of the oil she just got onto her right hand. Then she massaged her pussy lip with the oil. The sensations in her pussy immediately caused her to spread her legs even more, and relax back into her chair.

Soon there were only squishing sounds in the kitchen as Helen ventured off into a world of her own. Scott couldn't believe his eyes as his aunt was very evidently masturbating in front of him. Her eyes glazed over, then her eyelids shut. Her mouth opened, and her tongue rimmed her lips.

A sly grin crossed her face as tingles spread out from her cunt. Next her head started rolling from side to side, and he nipples noticeably hardened.

Scott watched as first one, then two, and finally three fingers of Helen's right hand disappeared into her cunt. As they moved in and out, the thumb of the same hand began to rub on her clit.

Softly, Helen began saying, "yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . yeesssss". At this point, Helen's left hand moved up her body and began to knead her left breast. Soon she was squeezing, and pulling on the nipple while her moans filled the room.

All to soon, her body stiffened as she reached her orgasm. Her fingers remained in her pussy, but her thumb continued to rub her clit.

After about a minute, Helen let out a low moan. Her eyes opened, and she grinned at Scott. "Honey, that was absolutely fabulous."

Scott replied, "that may have been the sexiest thing I'll every see in my whole life."

After a little while to recover, Helen stood, walked to the kitchen sink to wash off her hands. As she was drying them, she said, "Why don't you stand up, and we'll take care of you now."

Scott stood up quicker than he could ever remember. Helen walked back to him, and helped him out of his shirt. While his casts were still in place, it was getting easier for him to aid in the removal process. Helen then knelt down and pulled his sweatpants, and shorts down. After stepping out of them, Scott couldn't help but be relieved as his rock hard cock was now free. Helen said, "I think you should stand where you're at. It will be easier if you stay right there."

"Easier for what?" Scott asked.

Helen just winked at him, then reached for the scissors. "Just don't move," she said. Then she began lightly pulling on the hair on his scrotum, and snipped it off. 

This was terribly exciting for Scott. He was just a little concerned that she'd rub up against his cock, and he's shoot all of the place. Helen sensed his arousal, and kept her hands away from his dick.

Eventually, all she had left was the hair above his cock. She used the back of her left hand to push his cock down, and the continued to cut this portion of his pubic hair. Scott had never considered doing this to himself, but he had to admit that this was increasing his arousal level.

When all she had left was stubble, Helen looked up at his and said, "It's time for the razor." 

She started by spreading shaving cream all around his groin and over his balls, something that felt incredibly fantastic. Then, very carefully, she used the razor to remove all of his pubic hair. Somehow she knew just how to pull this, or stretch that to give her the ideal surface of his skin to shave him without nicking or cutting him in any way. The feel of the razor on his groin was almost intoxicating, and he couldn't help but think that he'd keep this up for a long time to come.

When she finished, Scott could see himself in a way that he hadn't seen since his was about twelve years old. It sure was different, but he had to admit that he really liked it.

Helen used a warm washcloth to wipe away the remains of the shaving cream. Once this was done, she looked at him and said, "You've been so good, I think you've earned a reward."

Not knowing what to say, Scott could only watch as his aunt reached for the baby oil and splashed some on the hands. Then, she rubbed the oil all around his groin, paying particular attention to his balls and scrotum. He was barely able to keep standing as she worked her magic.

Sensing that he was very close to a huge cum, Helen grabbed his cock, and with just a few tugs with her slimy right hand, pushed Scott over the edge. He moaned as ribbons of cum erupted from his cock. Some landed on the table, some on his chest, and some in his aunt's hair.

Helen laughed out loud as she saw the effects of her handiwork. She continued to milk his cock as he recovered, and eventually reached for the washcloth to clean both of them up.

The wonderful thing about being an eighteen year old is that you're almost always horny. Even after a fabulous orgasm, it is possible for you to maintain a formidable hardon. This was just the case with Scott. He was so turned on, that he couldn't wait for go again.

Helen too was ready for more. She stood up and moved toward the table. "Let's try a different position today," she said with a big grin on her face 

Bending over so that her left arm rested on the kitchen table, she was able to stretch her right hand back between her thighs, and waved at Scott. She didn't even have to say anything; Scott moved up right behind her. With her right hand between her legs, Helen was able to take hold of his cock, and position its tip at the entrance of her cunt.

"Now honey," she began, "I want you to slowly shove your love stick in my pussy."

Scott replied, "Fuck yes."

Slowly moving his hips forward, Scott slipped his cock into her really moist, yet tight hole. As he did this, both of them groaned in pleasure.

"Try it a few times easy to get a rhythm," Helen said, "then fuck me like you've always dreamed of."

Scott moved in and out about five times to make sure he knew how far he could move back without popping out, then he started pounding her with more force.

"OH Fuck, that's great," Helen yelled, "you just keep pumping that great cock of yours like that."

Helen couldn't help herself at this point, using her right hand, she started playing with her clit. Soon both of them were almost growling with anticipation of another round of orgasms. Scott was particularly aware of the slapping sounds that were created when his groin hit her ass cheeks.

Scott was fascinated as he watched his aunt's back arch as he pounded her cunt. Equally amazing was the fact that her pussy muscles grabbed his cock when he pulled back.

Both of them were at such a state of arousal that they couldn't hold out forever. Helen came first with a shriek, and Scott followed screaming, "OOHHHHHH FFFFUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!!"

Wave after wave of sexual jolts washed over them as their orgasms rocked their bodies. There was also a lot of huffing and puffing as they calmed down, but soon both of them had huge grins on their faces as they returned to normal.

They had both been so involved in their fucking, that they were totally unaware that they had just been watched.

"I thought you might be leading my son down the road to debauchery," came a voice from the doorway.

Scott turned his head and was shocked to see him mother standing in the doorway. He was immediately aware that his penis was still lodged in his aunt's pussy, but he was too stunned to move a muscle.

Helen was probably not expecting to see her sister in the doorway, but this didn't change the fact that she was still in the glorious afterglow of a wonderful orgasm. She looked at her sister and said, "Oh Susan . . . you didn't really think that I wasn't going to ignore the opportunity that his being here presented me with."

Not sure how his mother was going to react, Scott decided that it was best if extricated his cock from Helen's pussy. Unfortunately, this resulted in a slight sucking sound, and an audible pop when she released him from her grasp.

His mother's gaze wandered down his body, and came to rest on his partially erect penis. A sly grin crossed her face, and she said, "I guess I can't blame you too much, it looks like he's learned how to use his cock since he's been here."

Susan saw Scott's expression change, then she said, "Honestly, you don't think I didn't know what was going on here? Ever since you came home on Monday, you've been hard as a rock."

By now, Helen had stood up, and walked toward Susan. "I'm curious," she said, "how's life been with Tom the last couple of days?" Tom was Scott's father, and even Scott had noticed that he'd been somewhat aloof since he'd been back from college.

"You know Tom," Paula said, "he doesn't want to fuck if there's other people in the house, so I've been going it 'cold turkey' for way too long."

Susan looked back at her son, and then calmly said, "When you went away last September, your father became much more adventurous. We screwed every day, in every room, and about once a week, we'd even fuck in the backyard." Now with a big grin on her face, Susan went on, "Sweetie, we'd do it in you room at least once a week. But since you've been back, he hasn't even tried to fuck me once."

The image of his father pounding his cock into his mother on his own bed caused a noticeable increase in the size of Scott's penis.

Helen now said what the three of them had been thinking for many minutes now, "Why don't you join us? The best thing about a freshman's cock is that it never goes down." 

"So I've noticed," Susan replied, looking again at her son's cock. "To be honest," she went on, "I really want to catch up on all the fucking I've been missing."

By now, Susan had stepped out of her shoes, and was lowering the zipper at the back of her knee length skirt. She stepped out of it, but because of the length of her dress shirt, Scott couldn't see much of her. Not waiting to be asked, Susan slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

Soon both Scott and Helen could see that Susan was wearing a white bra and panty set.

Since Scott and his friends had reached puberty, they had been infatuated with his mother's breasts; they weren't just big, they were ginormous. The first time he'd sneaked a peak of one of her bras as he done the laundry, he'd learned that they were 42 DD's. His friends had not talked to him about this, but he knew that they all considered her a true MILF.

Now he saw his mother standing before him in just her bra and panties, mesmerized by what he was seeing, and imagining what was about to take place.

When Susan reached for her panties, she said, "It looks like I'm going to be the only one who's still furry." As she lowered her panties, a big patch of auburn pubic hair came into view. Then she said to Scott, "I don't know how we're going to explain your hairless balls to you dad, but right now, I really don't give a fuck."

Finally, Susan reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Totally aware that her son's eyes were now focused on her soon to be bare breasts, she said, "Pumpkin, I don't think that you remember the last time you saw the girls, but they're as excited to see you as you are to see them." The she winked at him, and let her bra fall away from her fabulous tits.

Scott had a look of awe and wonderment on his face, but his cock was now harder than it had ever been, and his fingers fluttered longing to squeeze them. Both his mother and aunt laughed when he said, "Jesus, they're fucking awesome."

Susan walked toward her son, stopping just at the point where he was able to hold her left breast in his right hand. Quickly he was massaging her as best he could given his lack of dexterity. Helen approached the two of them, and used both her hands to fondle her right breast. These motions caused Susan to moan loudly, and say, "Oooohhhhh, my pussy's even tingling now."

Wanting even more, Susan wiggled free of all their hands, stepped closer to Scott, and used both her hands to place her right breast right at Scott's mouth level. "Honey," she began, "you use to really like this one when you were nursing." She then moved herself even closer, and Scott glued his mouth to her extended nipple.

Both of them were now moaning and groaning as they luxuriated in sexual bliss. Helen couldn't help herself, and started fingering her own cunt. Immediately her moans joined those of Susan and Scott.

This went on for a couple of minutes, but Susan soon yearned for more. She stepped back from Scott, and had to reach out with her right hand to nudge Scott's chin up so that he was looking her in the face.

"Scottie," she said, "would you do something special for your mum?"

"Anything," he replied, and he really meant anything.

"As much fun as I've had with your father," Susan said lovingly, "there is something that he absolutely won't do for me." Seeing that Scott was ready for her proposal, she asked her son, "Would you stick your wonderful cock up mummy's ass????"

"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get," Scott answered.

Helen chimed in, "I thought that Tom would love to have his cock churning away in your ass."

"Nope," Susan said, "he thinks it too dirty, and refuses to go anywhere near it."

Scott turned to his aunt and said, "We'll need more of that baby oil."

Knowing that she had two eager fuckers on her hands, Helen reached for the oil, and started coating Scott's cock with it. When she was finished, Helen looked at her sister and said, "It's your turn now."

Susan didn't say anything, she just turned around, bent at the waist, and reached back with both her hands to grab her cheeks, pulling them apart. Scott and Helen were then greeted with the sight of Susan's asshole.

Methodically, Helen knelt down, and squeezed some of the baby oil on her right index finger. Then slowly but surely, she reached toward her sister's ass. "Here it comes," Helen said before inserting her finger into Susan's ass.

Helen wormed her finger in and around Susan's asshole, stopped, and said, "I really can't believe that I'm finger fucking my sister's ass."

"That's makes two of us," Susan giggled.

When she was finished, Helen turned to Scott and said, "You're up, big boy."

Scott moved toward his mother as Helen retreated out of the way. When he was close enough, Helen took hold of Scott's cock at its base, and aimed it at Susan's sphincter. As soon as the tip of his cock made contact with her asshole, Susan said, "Remember, go slowly, this is mummy's first time to have anything pushed up her ass."

As gently as he could, Scott pushed his cock at its target. Susan began breathing faster and said, "Eeeeeaaassssyyy tttthhheeerrrreee." 

While he knew that his mom's ass was going to be a tighter fit than his aunt's pussy, Scott was still not prepared for the sensation that his dick was now feeling. His penis was being squeezed like it had never been squeezed before. It took a while, but Scott was able to fully plant his penis all the way in. 

"Now just leave it there," Susan said softly, "I need to get use to having you there."

Helen stood back and savored the sight in front of her. Neither Scott or Susan moved for about a minute when an idea sprung in her head. She moved behind Scott, knelt down again, and started kissing and licking his ass cheeks.

A low moan escaped from Scott's lips as Helen's magic tongue danced around his ass. Susan also knew that something was going on, and said, "My lord, Helen, whatever you're doing is making him even bigger."

Helen chuckled at this before leaning back and saying, "Scottie, I think it's time to start fucking."




Aunt Helen Ch. 04



With that said, Scott began easing himself out of his mother's ass. When he was almost out, he moved back in. Each repetition was slightly easier because Susan's ass grew accustomed to its new friend.

After about six movements, Susan looked back over her right shoulder and said, "Honey, I guess this makes you a real motherfucker."

Scott smiled at this, but decided it was time to really start screwing his mother ass.

With additional force each time he enter her ass, Scott grew more confident. Very soon he was grunting with the effort.

Susan, on the other hand, was encouraging her son. On one stroke, she said, "Fuck". One the next stroke, she said, "Me." So it quickly became, "Fuck . . . Me . . . Fuck . . . Me" The longer it went, the less time elapsed between "Fuck" and "Me."

Susan got to the point where she thoroughly enjoyed the fucking she was getting, and was further surprised when she felt Helen's fingers rubbing her throbbing clit. Scott also was really into the action, and relished even in the sound his balls were making when they slapped against his mother's ass cheeks.

Because he'd already cum twice in the last thirty minutes, Scott was able to last quite a bit longer, but as it always has to happen, he reached the point of no return. He shrieked when his orgasm hit. Susan felt his cum spraying against the walls of her rectum just before she too climaxed.

It took a couple of minutes for calm to be restored in the room. When it did, Scott popped his receding dick from Susan's ass, and Susan stood up. She turned and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her son before saying, "Thank you for a wonderful ass fucking."

Scott's reply caused Helen and Susan to laugh, "I can't wait to get these casts off so that I can really fuck you two."