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Aunt May

By: Kirk482002



About five summers ago I was working as a lifeguard at the 'Y' after graduation. While walking home one Friday evening I noticed an unknown car parked in front of my parents' house. This wasn't really all that unusual since my mother made leather goods for mad money and sometimes buyers would come and purchase her entire stock. 

I walked in and announced myself but I there was no answer. I knew my Dad wasn't home yet because his car wasn't there. I figured Mom had to be out back with whoever it was. I walked through the house and out to the back porch.

"Hey! Jack, look who came to visit!" Mom said, as she pointed to a woman sitting in a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses, and drinking a beer.

It took me a moment to figure out who it was, and then it hit me. "Aunt May!"

My mother (Virginia) was the oldest child in her family. She had six brothers and sisters and May was the youngest of the bunch. There was a large gap in ages between Mom and her next closest sibling, something around 15 years. I was Mom's only kid and she gave birth to me when she was quite young. As a result, May was only three years older than me. I hadn't seen her since I was 15, three years ago.

My mother was still a good-looking woman for being in her mid 40's. She and my aunts and uncles resembled my Grandmother. All except for May, that is. She resembled my Grandfather. Her face reminded me of Melissa Joan Hart. Sadly, both Nana and Grand Pop had been dead for three years at that point and I missed them both very much.

"Jack, I told you I'd rather that you didn't call me that," she said, while taking off her sunglasses. "It makes me feel old," she said and pouted at me.

"Sorry."

She did have a point. We played together as kids just as if we were cousins rather than aunt and nephew. Calling her 'Aunt' came from my Mother who insisted on the formality.

"Go get yourself changed, Jack. Your father will be home soon and he's bringing steaks. You've got grill duty, so get your stuff together," Mom said, as she jerked her thumb at me to get going.

As I walked away, I heard May say, "You got yourself a hunk for a son there, Ginny. Jack was kind of scrawny the last time I saw him. He looks just like Daryl and you know how I always had a crush on your hubby."

"Yeah, he's all grown up now. I'm so thankful he turned out to be a good kid." She fell silent and looked up a moment. Then she changed the subject "So did you find out how long you're going to need to stay with us?"

"Probably 7 to 10 days. The new apartment just isn't going to be ready before then. I didn't count on the lease on my old place running out before the new one was ready. All my stuff is in storage except the suitcases. Are you sure you want me to stay here? I can get a room at Motel 6."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," said Mom. "Look, you and Jack always got along real well. Try to find out what the deal is with him and girls."

"What do you mean?" asked May, suddenly concerned.

"As in there aren't any. He never goes out with them and the only girls that call here are wrong numbers."

"I'll see what I can do. Besides," said May, "I've got a favor to repay him."

"And what would that be?" Mom asked.

"It's between the two of us," said May. "You wouldn't understand anyway."

"Well you might owe him a second favor when you to get eat one of the steaks he makes. He is a natural with the grill" said Mom. 

"Then I'll just have to repay both."

That jogged my memory.

* * *

When May and I were both little, my mother used to baby-sit us both to give Nana a break.

From the time I was about 11, my parents started using May to baby-sit me. She was cute right from the beginning. She had long dark blonde hair, tall for her age and hazel eyes. She also matured rather young as well. You would have sworn she was 16 looking at her. One time when I was about 13, I had gone to bed and May had gone to get a shower. (She usually just stayed over if she baby-sat. After all, she was family and lived in the same school district as us. All May had to do was catch the bus.) The dog had started to bark like crazy downstairs, so I decided to go let him out. As I went down the hall, the bathroom door opened, and May bumped right into me. The towel she had on fell off, and there she stood in all her glory. We almost banged heads trying to pick up the towel. We both said "Sorry", and continued on in the direction we were headed. By the time I was letting the dog out, the reality of what had happened started to sink in. I had never seen a naked girl before. It wasn't even a good look either because we were both so startled when it happened, but it was a look nonetheless.

The next day I apologized to her again. She looked at me a moment and then just shrugged her shoulders. "It's no big deal, Jack. There're so many people in Nana's house that sooner or later you bump into somebody naked. It happens all the time." 

'Not in my house,' I thought. To me it was a very big deal. Unfortunately, history did not repeat itself. That lone incident fueled many wanking sessions.

By the time I turned 15, I was watching myself when my parents went out. On one such summer evening, my parents came back after 10 minutes because my Mom had forgotten something. She found me out back by the pool smoking grass.

I received a big time grounding. No TV, video games, radio or phone till school started back up. 

The worst thing was I couldn't go swimming in our pool. In other words, I was basically a prisoner for the summer.

A couple weeks after the incident, my parents wanted to go out but they didn't trust me, so they called in 18 year old May. I was looking forward to seeing her, but May said she would only do it if her boyfriend Terry could be there. My parents agreed, much to my disappointment. By then, May had matured into a great looking woman. She didn't seem so tall anymore but her body had filled out nicely.

The evening progressed. I stayed in my room reading until about 11:00 and decided to raid the refrigerator. I could hear the TV playing as I walked down the stairs. I peeked around the stair wall but I didn't see them and they weren't in the kitchen either. I started to think that they might have gotten bold and were in my parent's room but they weren't there either. That left only one place left to look, out back. 

The short hall that led to the back porch was dark. Rather than bursting my way on to the porch I decided to quietly peak first. I didn't want to embarrass them if they were doing more than discussing politics.

There was Aunt May giving Terry a blowjob. Their clothes lay scattered on the floor around them. I wanted to go right back into the house, not wanting to startle them, but they seemed totally oblivious of my presence. So I watched. 

Terry had his eyes closed and was obviously enjoying himself. The only noise I heard came from my Aunt as she sucked and slurped at his cock. I pried my eyes away from the action long enough to check out the kneeling body that had been the fuel of my fantasies for the last three years.

Her skin was pale, a cute tight ass and D sized tits with rose-colored erect nipples that swayed in time to her sucking.

Terry started to gasp. May pulled his cock out of her mouth just in time to receive five quick blasts of spunk. Her face was covered with cum. She started feeling around the floor for a towel, unable to see because her eyes were spunked shut. I decided it was time for a stealthy retreat.

I had new wanking fuel.

A couple weeks later the same situation came up. This time she was with a guy named Brad. 11:00 came and it was time for another "refrigerator raid". As I came down the stairs I could again hear the TV playing. I peeked into the living room and this time they were there. They were seated on the sofa on the far side of the room looking at the TV. They could have seen me if they bothered to turn and look, but they were busy as May was giving Brad a handjob. Her blouse was open and her boobs were again bouncing with the tempo. I must have been psychic in my timing because I no sooner focused on what was transpiring when Brad sent four big ropes of spunk onto the coffee table and a few shorter ones on the rug. May got a tissue, wiped him off, and gave him a pat. She started to get up and I tried to pull back into the stairway, but I didn't make it in time. Our eyes locked for a moment.

"Shit!" I whispered as I turned and headed up the steps.

"Shit!" I heard her say.

I went back to my room and shut the door. I had no idea what was coming next. Did people walk into each other in these situations at Nana's house too?

Around midnight I heard a knock on my door. I didn't answer. "Jack, can I talk to you a minute, please?" she asked meekly.

"Come in." I said.

She opened the door and stood in front of where I was seated on the bed. A very long period of silence passed. I noticed she had changed into a nightgown that covered her from the neck to the floor. I'm pretty sure it was my Mom's.

She broke the silence first. "Do you want to talk about it or do you just want an apology?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say.

"Come on Jack, say something. Anything. Let me know where we stand on this."

"I guess you really like this guy a lot." I said.

"Not really," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "There are a lot of guys I see. Brad's just one of them."

"Do you do this with all your boyfriends?"

"I'm not sure if I should be talking about this. Why do you want to know?" she asked.

"I just want to know."

She thought about it a few seconds and then said, "I like to go after all my girlfriends' boyfriends. I like to think of them as conquests. Once I've seduced them I turn them loose. You know, kind of like 'mission accomplished'. Most don't want to be dropped and they try real hard to keep me as their girlfriend. I don't want a steady boyfriend." 

"Do you like doing what you do to them?" I asked still looking up at her.

"Sure. I like seeing the funny expressions on their faces and the weird sounds they make. It goes along with the conquest."

"Have you gone all the way?"

"Boy, you really have a lot of questions," she said. 

I waited. 

"Okay. No I have never gone all the way. I let them play with my boobs," she said, as she pointed to her chest. "If they insist, I let them look down there but nothing else. Some guys just need to see it. I'm still a 'virgin' down there."

"Does Nana know about this?"

"No, she doesn't."

"What about Mom?"

"Ginny, ah, your Mom, kind of knows. She was my age once too. You still haven't told me where we stand on this yet. Is this going to be a problem?"

I thought for a minute, trying to think what to say. I felt sorry for spying on her and sorry that she caught me. But I just couldn't get the image of her body out of my head and her ability to nonchalantly make her boyfriends cum. 

"May, do you remember a few years ago when we bumped into each other in the hall?" I asked. 

She gave me a blank stare for a few moments and then nodded her head "Yes."

"Ever since that night, all I ever think about is that accidental encounter. You're the only naked girl I've ever seen."

She was silent for a minute. Then she said "I'm sorry if I messed you up. It was just an accident."

"You didn't mess me up. I just want to see your body again. This time I'd like more than just a glimpse."

She folded her arms and said, "I don't think so."

"I doubt that Nana would want to hear about tonight." I said.

"No way, Jack!" she shouted, determinedly.

"All right." I said. I rolled over on the bed and closed my eyes as if to sleep.

"Jack."

Snore.

"Jack!" 

"Yes?" I said as I sat back up.

"OK. You win. But only for a minute and no touching," she said.

I laid back down and started to 'snore'.

"All right, all right! But no touching down there and don't take too long. Your Mom will be back soon."

She reached around to the back of her neck and started to undo the string.

"You know, I really don't want to do this. You're my nephew and you're underage. None of the boys I see are underage. Are you sure there isn't another way to keep this story to yourself?" she pleaded.

"I don't think so." I said adjusting my pants as things were beginning to get cramped down there.

She looked up at the ceiling and continued to fiddle with the string. Suddenly she stopped and looked down at me. "How about a counter offer?" she asked.

I didn't want to hear that. All I wanted was to see naked girl. I looked into her eyes and I started to see just how conflicted she was about this.

"Let's hear it." I said disappointedly.

"I really don't have a problem with you being related to me. It's the fact that your only 15. If this gets out, the family will kill me and the authorities will lock me up and throw away the key. What's worse, getting caught for this, or fooling around on a date? I'd rather not get caught with either," she said, still holding the strings to the gown.

"What's the offer?" I asked.

"How about, in exchange for your silence, I up the reward, but payment's withheld till you turn 18?"

"Why should I let you off the hook, right now? A bird in the hand is better than 2 in the bush," I said smugly, obviously in the driver's seat.

"If you agree to it, I'll do to you what I do to my boyfriends."

That got my full attention, but it was soon replaced with suspicion. 

"How do I know this is a legitimate offer?" I asked with hooded eyes.

"I promise you. Have I ever broken a promise to you? I will repay you the first real opportunity after you turn 18."

I thought for a minute. This was a tough one. "Any chance of a quick peek?" I asked.

"You can have one or the other, not both. I thought I was giving you a no-brainer here," she said.

"OK. I'll take the offer," I said reluctantly. 

I was sure I was letting a once in a lifetime situation slip through my fingers, but I just couldn't bring myself to make her do something she didn't want to. I knew deep down this deal was never going to be completed.

She retied the nightgown, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "I won't forget, Jack. Just make sure you keep up your end of the bargain."

* * *

I cooked up a storm on the grill. Everyone seemed happy and full. It was evening now and getting dark, but it was still hot out. I changed into swim trunks and jumped into the pool. The other adults disappeared into the house. Usually my Mom will turn on the light by the pool with the switch in the porch if someone is out there. Just as the light went on, it popped just like a flash bulb. A couple minutes later she yelled from the porch that we were out of bulbs. "Do you want me to steal one from the living room?" she asked.

"Don't bother, I'm fine," I answered.

It was completely dark out now. There was a little ambient light coming from the porch. I just floated around, enjoying the quiet, thinking about May and the agreement we'd made. For all I knew, the "favor" she was referring to was the couple of times I took Nana's trash down for collection. Taking the trash down was May's job. If it was trash night and my family was visiting, I would do it for her and she would say, "I owe you one."

"So, you're going to be a college boy, huh?"

I was so startled that I almost choked. I had been day dreaming so hard that I hadn't notice May walk up to the side of the pool. She folded her arms on the side rail and rested her chin on them.

"Yeah, I start the last week of August." I coughed.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"No. Not at all, come on in. The water is pretty warm with the heat wave we're in. You could come out here at 3 in the morning and it'd still be warm."

She climbed the ladder and stood at the top. I could barely make out her silhouette against the stars. She lowered herself in the water and said, "You're right about it being warm."

She made a lap around the pool, and settled her self next to me against the wall of the pool.

"So how goes it, nephew?"

"You won't let me call you Aunt even though Mom wants me to, but you get to call me nephew?"

"Come on, Jack, lighten up. Let me have some fun. I'm just fooling around."

"Where's your new apartment going to be?" I asked, changing the subject.

"It's right over in Shelton, about 5 miles from here. It's in a new complex called 'The Everett House'. It's going to be real nice. You'll have to come see it after I move in. It's only about 10 minutes away. I got my certification as an x-ray technician last year and my new home is literally within walking distance to the lab."

The idea of being able to see May more often lifted my spirits even higher than they were already. 

"Your Mom says that you're having a problem with girls. That's kind of hard to believe. You're a hunk and a lifeguard at the same time. I would think that you'd have trouble keeping your eyes on the pool with all the young chippies hanging around you."

"They're not my type," I said. 

"What do mean, 'Not your type'?"

"I just haven't met any girls at school or the pool that I really like, that's all."

After a few seconds she asked, "Jack, are you gay?"

"No!"

"Good. I'd hate to think a hunk like you would have joined the other side."

"What about you? Anybody special?" I asked.

"I thought you knew me better than that. There's nothing serious going on, at least not on my part." She giggled.

I did know her well enough to know that she just winked at me, even if I couldn't see it. 

Just then I heard my mother walking up to the pool. "I talked your father into taking me to see that movie I've been waiting for. There's a midnight show. You guys want to go?"

I knew exactly what movie she was talking about. It was a real tearjerker. You know, the kind where every major character winds up dying after a long and debilitating bout of something. I had a feeling that Dad didn't know what he was getting into.

"I'll pass." I said.

"Do I want to go?" whispered May into my ear.

"No." I whispered back.

"I think I'll pass too. Thanks for asking, Gin," said May.

"Suit yourselves. It's kind of a long movie. We won't be home before 3 or so. We'll see you both tomorrow." 

"Good night, Mom."

"'Night, Ginny."

A few minutes later we heard the car start and drive away.

"So, how did you get so hunky, Jack?"

"I was tired of looking like Eric Forman so I started working out at the 'Y'. That's how I lucked into the lifeguard job."

She squeezed my biceps and shoulders. Then she ran her hands over my chest. "Very nice," she said, obviously impressed.

The suspense of whether she remembered the agreement was becoming unbearable. I did and I didn't want to know, but I didn't know how to bring it up. So I tried to circle the problem. She either already remembered or hopefully, she would momentarily.

"So, are you going to see any of these boyfriends in the next week or so? Mom and Dad go out a lot." 

I figured that had to jog her memory.

"No, they don't know were I am and I don't want them to know," she said, as she continued to check out my muscles.

Her touching me was having a tremendous effect on me. I had to adjust my trunks. 

I thought to myself, 'Come on May, give me a sign that you remember!'

"Come here. I just got to have a hug from a big hunk like you," she said.

I swam back from her as she floated toward me. I had no intentions of letting her feel the wood in my suit straining for freedom.

"Well, I guess that shows me where I stand in your grand scheme of things," she said, as she swam back to the ladder.

"May, it's not like that at all. I'm sorry. Come on. Stay in with me."

"Nope, I don't feel like it anymore," she said, as she climbed the ladder. As she started back to the porch she said, "Your Mom said I owed you one for the steak dinner. I tried to pay up and you blew it."


Aunt May



All I could see of her was a silhouette until she came under the light on the porch. She had her back to me as she continued walking into the hallway to the house and she was totally naked! 

"Idiot" I said to myself, as I started hitting the rim of the pool with my head.

Now I knew for sure she remembered and I just ruined it. I got out of the pool and hung my head as I walked back to the house and up to bed.

* * *

The pool was always open later on Saturdays at the "Y" so it was almost 8:30 when I arrived home. There were no cars in the driveway and the house was empty. Two notes were stuck to the fridge. 

"Your father and I went out to dinner with some friends. Either make leftovers or call out for dinner. There is $20.00 on the table if you need it. We may be late again. We've got the cell phone if you need us. – Mom."

"Jack, I went shopping. Don't call out, I'll stop at The Colonel for us, be back around 9:30. – May".

It was still over 80 degrees so I decided to take a swim. Through habit I hit the light switch and it took me a minute to realize that the light by the pool had been fixed. I liked swimming in the dark last night, so when I reached the pool I used the switch there to turn it out. 

A short time later I heard May yell from the porch, "I'm back!" a moment later she was at the side of the pool. "You want dinner now or when you're done swimming? I can always put the chicken in the fridge."

"Maybe in a little while," I said, looking at her silhouette. "I had a rough day today. Some kid tried to kill himself by diving in the shallow end. He's okay, though."

"Thank goodness for that," she said. "Do you mind if I come in? It's still kind of hot out."

I wasn't expecting that after last night. That started another stir in my suit. "Sure," I replied.

I was swimming around underwater when I noticed a light come on at the surface and two feet starting to descend the latter. I broke thru the surface of the water and there stood May on the ladder completely naked. She had hung her bathing suit across the side rim of the pool.

"I fixed the light today. Hey!" She pointed. "What are you doing with those on?" indicating my swim trunks. "I thought you were skinny dipping. Better put this back on." She reached for her suit. 

"Wait!" I said, and instantly my suit joined hers over the rim.

"That's better," she said. "So, do you like?" she asked, as she held her arms out and turned from side to side.

I was speechless. She was beautiful. Her long legs and beautiful breasts were the same as I remembered them.

"You have nothing to say? Should I leave you alone to your thoughts?" she asked, as she started to go back up the ladder.

"NO!" I shouted. "Please stay. I've been dreaming about this moment for three years, and I wasn't even sure it was ever going to happen. Just give me a second to recover."

She had stopped going up the ladder, turned back toward me and was now standing right next to the light. Now I really had a good look. Mr. Wood was coming back for a visit. 

"Seen enough? Maybe I should turn this light out in case we get surprised by your parents." She turned out the light. Then she grabbed a nearby towel and unscrewed the light enough so it wouldn't come on even if someone hit the switch on the porch.

She came back down the water and swam over to me. "How about that hug now, nephew?"

She wrapped her legs round my waist and pulled her body to mine. The feel of her smooth skin on her back and the softness of her breasts on my chest almost made my 18-year-old hormones cause a misfire down below.

"Well I guess you're not gay," she said as she placed her hand on my cock. 

"I hope you've made a few girls happy with this weapon down here," she said, as she gave it a few short tugs.

"You're the first person to touch it," I said.

Now it was her turn to be surprised. "You mean to tell me that I'm the first girl you've been naked with and touch you? How could that happen? You're fun, have a great sense of humor, and you're one of the best-looking guys I've ever seen. How do you explain this?"

"I don't really know how to answer that," I said, as her hand continued its gentle milking of my cock.

"I think I know," she said. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "You've been waiting for me, haven't you?" and then she giggled.

I reached to touch her face. "Yes."

I don't think she really expected that answer and a silence grew between us. The soft rippling of the water was the only sound audible. With her free hand she traced the outline of my face and stopped as her fingers settled on my lips. Gently her lips replaced them and she whispered, "Here I am nephew." 

I'd never really kissed a girl before, so I tried as hard as I could to give May the idea that I knew what I was doing. If she didn't like what I was doing, she didn't mention it until my hands wandered down a bit too far.

"Whoa, Jack!" she said, as she broke the kiss. "No matter what you may think, I'm still a virgin down there. You're going to need to keep your hands north of the border."

We kissed again and her hand continued it's slow pace underwater. Having never had anyone other than myself touch me down there before, I failed to recognize the warning signs. I'm sure she had no clue I was that excited either.

"It's time to tell me how you want to be paid back," she said.

I never got the chance to answer as she felt the contractions begin. She put her arm around me and pulled me close as the orgasm ripped through me and subsided below. She kissed me on my cheek and let go of my cock. She whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry. I should have known better. I forgot that you were new to this. I can't let this go as your payback. I'll find another occasion." She swam toward the ladder and climbed out. "Don't forget your suit," she said, and headed back to the house.

All I could do for the next few minutes was float around wondering what she had in mind next.

* * *

The next few days went by uneventfully. There always seemed to be someone home when May and I were. Every now and then she gave me a wink, a wet kiss on the cheek and a big wicked grin. Each time she did that, I had to go to my room and relieve the ache in my groin. I think she was getting a kick out of causing me to disappear several times a day.

* * *

My parents were planning to go to Atlantic City over the weekend. I couldn't go because I had to work. May volunteered to keep me company. 

Friday afternoon came and my mother was finishing packing when the phone rang. My father had slipped at work and had broken his ankle. We all piled into the car and went to the hospital to get him. 

When we got there we found him standing at the emergency exit on a pair of crutches. We got him in the car and started to drive home. It was obvious they had given him something for the pain because he was slurring his words.

"There goes the weekend," he said.

"Don't worry about it, honey. We can do it anytime," said Mom, as she tried to console him.

"$550.00 bucks down the drain. Damn!" he slurred.

"Honey, everything is paid for. Even the meals, right?" she asked.

"Yep," he answered.

"Instead of just wasting it, why don't we let Jack and May go? All they'll have to pay for is the tips when they eat at the hotel."

That came out of nowhere. The wheels were starting to turn in my head.

"How are they going to do that? There's only one bed in the room," he asked Mom.

"It's a suite right? That means there's a couch. They can take turns sleeping on it," answered Mom.

"They're going to come back broke and blame us," he said, trying to keep his eyes open.

'I don't intend to gamble.' I thought, looking at May. 

"No, I won't." May and I both said, in unison.

"Keep your father and brother happy. Keep Jack off the gambling floor. He's not legal yet and May, only take the cash you can afford to lose," said Mom.

"Ditto," said Dad, having given up the fight and let his eyes stay closed. "Just keep in mind that any room service, pay-per-view, or phone calls you make, are on you. You have to check out by Sunday at 11:00," he slurred.

May and I were going to the shore!

* * *

She drove us down in her car. It took about 3 hours, but I didn't mind the trip. My mind was on other things.

We checked into our room and the first thing that was obvious was that my parents had really splurged on this place. It was actually a 3-room suite. A living room/den complete with a dry bar, sofa and big screen TV, a bathroom with an extra sink area so you could clean up if the bathroom was in use and a bedroom with a king sized waterbed. I called from the bedroom, "Hey May, come look at this."

She entered the room and came to a dead halt. She found herself looking at her reflection at different angles on every wall and the ceiling. It was wall-to-wall mirrors. "Boy, I had no idea Gin was into this stuff," she said.

"Something tells me this was my father's idea, and he forgot about it with the pain pills. My mother probably would have been just as surprised as us."

It was getting late for dinner so we headed down to one of the gourmet restaurants there. We chose Italian. Even though there was a waiting list, it still only took about 30 minutes to get in. They had a large menu and everything looked delicious. It was also very expensive. We each ordered and the food came. I had veal and she had chicken. The whole time we were eating she was running her foot up and down my leg and periodically giving me a wink. The bill came. Even without drinks it was over $100.00. It was marked 'COMP - INCLUDED'. She pulled her wallet out, dropped $20.00 on the table and said, "You get the next tip."

As we left the restaurant, she asked, "Do you want to break some laws and go to the gaming floor? You can tell me what to place the bets on till they throw you out or do you want to hold onto your money a little longer?"

The restaurant had been warm and between the drive and the meal I was feeling a little grimy.

"I think I want to go back to the room, get a shower and change. If you want to go over, I'll meet you there."

"No, not really. If you feel like it after you take your shower then that's fine."

We went back to the room. May went into the bedroom and turned on the 'smaller' 36 inch TV. I grabbed a change of underwear and headed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. It was one of those real fancy glass enclosed ones. The bathroom also had a Roman style bathtub with spa jets. I made a mental note of it for later.

I was fully involved shampooing my hair when I felt a gust of cold air and then the shower door clicked open and closed. A pair of hands joined mine as I continued to shampoo. May was behind me.

"I find a good shampoo by someone else a real turn on," said May. "Let's see if you feel the same way."

I dropped my hands and let her go to work on my head. It felt wonderful. It had gotten the attention of "mini-me" down below. Soon he was in full salute. 

She leaned her head on my shoulder and looked down. "I see you like it too," she cooed.

She asked me to return the favor. I poured the shampoo on her shoulder length hair and tried to do the same thing she did to me. After a few moments, she gasped and visibly shuddered in front of me. I stopped and asked her if she was okay.

She heaved a huge sigh and turned to look at me. Her face was all red and her eyes were closed. "I'm fine." She started to rinse the soap out of her hair. "You're the first guy that has ever been able to make me cum doing that. In fact, you're the first guy to ever make me cum, period. I usually provide my own pleasure," she said, still trying to catch her breath.

It made sense since she wouldn't allow anyone to touch her down there, but I never thought someone could get off getting a shampoo. You learn something new every day.

"Have you unloaded your pistol today?" she asked. 

"What?"

"You know…" She grabbed a hold of cock and gave me a few jerks.

"Oh! Ah, no," I said, finally understanding. 

"Well, how do you expect to have any fun with a round loaded in the chamber down there? I don't want this to end in 30 seconds," she said. "I want you to really enjoy it, especially now after that shampoo."

She started to turn away. I thought she was getting out of the shower. Instead, she turned the water off. She grabbed the soap and lathered up her hands. She then began slow gentle milking of my cock. "We'll get this round off and then I'll figure out how to repay you properly."

She looked me in the eyes and stroked my cock from the base to the tip alternating her hands. I returned her gaze. A wicked smile grew on her face. This was a totally different feel from the pool and I had no idea how long I was going to last. I raised my hands to her breasts and kneaded them softly, passing over her nipples from time to time.

"You do that nice," she said.

"So do you," I answered haltingly.

She changed up and began to take her hand and swirl it up and down the shaft.

I was getting close. I didn't want to cum already, but she was right. My gun was cocked.

She stopped a second and passed her hand over my balls. "They're feeling awful tight down there. I bet they're really full," she said.

I groaned, barely able to maintain eye contact. She took her free hand and placed it on the back of my head. She gently pulled us together until our foreheads we locked together, still looking into each other's eyes.

She changed the hand action again to include a soft pass over my balls with each swirl up and down the shaft. She breathed heavily on me. Our mouths were only inches apart.

"Keep looking at me. Don't look away. I want to see it in your eyes as well as feel it in my hand."

I was trembling. Her breath was sweet. Her hazel eyes were on fire. She moved her mouth right up to my lips without touching them. 

"Now," she whispered to me, as her eyes stayed locked to mine. She took her hand, placed it firmly on my balls and slowly but firmly slid it up the shaft.

It came up like a volcano blasting molten lava. I almost closed my eyes but she shook the back of my head as if to say 'don't'. The first 4 blasts of spunk were so strong I heard them splash off her abdomen. The next 3 or 4 were nowhere as strong but I knew they were still hitting her. Finally the contractions subsided and she closed her mouth on mine. 

When we broke the kiss, we both looked down and saw her belly covered with spunk as well as a large puddle under her. "I was right," she said. "They were full."

We ran the water again, rinsed off and went back to the bedroom. We dried ourselves and then flopped on the bed. We fooled around, tickling each other, giggling like little kids. Suddenly she hopped off the bed and went to the mini refrigerator behind the dry bar, in the living room. (I could see her reflection in the mirrors.) 

"There's nothing in there. You have to bring your own," I said.

She opened it and pulled out a couple of cans of Bud. 

"Where did they come from?"

"You're underage for drinking. I'm not. I put them in earlier when you were admiring the mirrors in here. Want to share?" She held a can out to me.

"Thank you." I said, after I took a gulp and passed it back to her. She took a sip, leaned over and kissed me on the lips. 

"Let's see if you've recovered down here," she said. Her hand caressed my chest, moved down my abdomen and then to my cock. "Looks like you recovered," she said, gently squeezing me. Sure enough I was rock hard again.

"I bet I can make you cum again, as fast as I want," she giggled. "But where's the fun in that?" Meanwhile, I had begun running my hand up and down her. Her sides were firm but her thighs were soft. I continued to pet her and kiss her softly, as she held onto me without trying to stimulate me any further.

I ran my hand down the side of her thigh to her knee, and then with back of my hand, slid back up the front of her thigh. She then did something I didn't expect. She raised her leg to allow me access to her womanhood. I stopped moving my hand. I pulled back a little and looked at her. She looked back at me and saw the uncertainty in my eyes. She removed her hand from me and placed it on top of mine on her thigh. She then leaned forward to kiss me gently and slid my hand up to her womanhood. It twitched and she shuttered slightly. "Be gentle'" she said. "Just as I was your first, you are now my first." 

I continued to caress her down there and she stiffened, breathing hard through her nose as she continued to kiss me hard. Then she shuddered. I saw that shudder before a few hours before. If I didn't know better I would have thought I hurt her.

"Whew, that felt good," she said, while letting out a burst of air. She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes. I ran my hand over her stomach down to her crotch and she said "I think I've had enough tonight. Pass me a beer."

I opened one and handed it to her. She drank and handed it to me. I took a couple of gulps and set it down.

"Why did you want me to do that after waiting all this time? There must have been someone else that you wanted to be with in the last 3 years," I asked looking down at her.

"I wanted it to be someone special. The fact that you waited 3 years for me told me that you were my very special someone. I'm glad I waited for you to touch me first."

A moment of silence passed between us. 

"Lay down. I've got a treat in store for you," she said.

I rolled over on my back. She moved down between my legs and without any fanfare, took me into her mouth. I had gone soft while we were talking, but I became hard as a rock in seconds. After getting me as hard as she could, she started to let saliva drip down the shaft. She lifted herself until she could wrap my cock between her tits. She started a medium rhythm up and down my shaft while holding her tits tightly closed around me. Her head was tilted up at the ceiling and was watching the action from the mirrors. I followed her gaze up and I locked eyes with her. She smiled at me. She looked down at me and stopped long enough to ask, "This is something I read about in a book. Do you like it?"

"Oh yeah," I answered. 

For the next 15 minutes, whenever it started to get dry between her tits, she would switch from lathering my cock with saliva and then placing me back between her tits.

"How you doing there, nephew?" she asked bouncing up and down on me.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this." I said.

"That's not what I meant, smarty pants," she said, as she huffed up and down. "Are you getting close?"

"No, not really. I think I could last all night this way," I answered smugly.

She stopped. "OK, wise guy. You think you can hold out against me? I'll have you cumming in 2 minutes."

"I don't think so," I said.

"Yeah, you just make sure you keep watching me," she said.

She moved back a bit on the bed and got up on her knees. She pointed at me and then said, "You just keep looking my way. If I catch you looking away you're done for the night."

She hovered above my cock with her mouth. She looked at her watch. She held up her right hand. A silent count down started with her hand. 5, a finger went down, 4, another, 3, 2, 1. Her mouth came down hard and really deep this time. I felt the back of her throat with my cock. One hand went to work on my balls while the other pressed on the base of my cock. After a few seconds, she eased up on my cock and started to swirl her tongue around the head. She let go the base of my cock, reached between her legs, and started to finger herself. The other hand went to her tits, as she began moaning while she went back to impaling her face with my cock. She pulled her head up off my cock every couple of seconds just long enough to let out a loud moan, "Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh." And then jammed it back down on my cock. Every now and then she would look up to make sure I was watching her. 




Aunt May



Watching her mash her tits, finger her pussy at warp speed, and her moaning and thrashing about with me in her mouth was just too much to take. 

"I'm going to…" is all I was able to say.

She didn't pull off as I expected. Instead she rammed my cock as far down her throat as it would go while she started to shudder. I released a load deep in her throat. She opened her eyes a second and without moving her head she glanced at her watch.

I was already getting soft when she finally let my cock go with a plop from her mouth.

"Told yah." She said pointing to her watch. "A minute, 50," she said triumphantly.

She laid down next to me. "I never tried that before," she said. "I know guys like to watch so I figured I had a good chance of beating you."

"That was incredible, May." 

"You know what, nephew?" she asked. "I'm tired. How about we call it a night?" 

She kissed me and rolled over and closed her eyes. I finished the open beer and turned off the light. I put my arm around her and she smiled. I slept better that night than I had ever before.

* * *

We spent Saturday walking the boardwalk, swimming in the hotel pool and eating at the gourmet restaurants. After dinner we went back to the room to have a couple of beers. 

"So what do we do for an encore tonight, nephew?

"I was hoping you would have something in mind," I answered.

"Leaving it up to me, huh? You go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I'm going downstairs to the lobby a minute."

I got undressed and got in the bed wondering what she was up to. I thought about what she said yesterday about having a loaded pistol, so I started to play with myself. Soon I was having a grand time wanking away.

"What's this? Started the party without me? Well, I can tell when I'm not wanted," she said, as she huffed back out of the room.

"Wait May." I jumped out of bed and went after her.

I caught her and turned her around saw that she was laughing.

"I know I told you about relieving yourself if you wanted to last, but shit, Jack. Go on. Get back in bed. I'll be there in a minute."

I got back in and sure enough she came back in a few seconds, stripped, and hopped in the bed. 

"I've got a surprise. Close your eyes. No peeking." I closed my eyes and felt her hand caress me into an erection. She then started doing something to me that I couldn't figure out. 

"All done!" she said proudly. "You can open your eyes now."

I looked down at myself. "You are now a proud owner of your very own…condom!" she exclaimed.

She had me confused again and her face had grown serious.

"If I'm going to truly make love with someone, I can't imagine it being anyone but you," she said, gently brushing my hair with her fingers.

We held each other and kissed passionately for several minutes.

"I don't know how to do this without hurting you," I said.

"No matter how we do it it's going to hurt. Just stop if I ask." she said.

She reached down for me and found that I had started to go soft.

"Jack, don't worry about it. It has to hurt the first time, that's natural. Come on. Please, honey. I'll be alright." 

She never called me honey before. I was always Jack or nephew.

Her hand worked me back up to full rigor. She then rolled me on top of her and positioned me just outside of her.

"Just push in slowly. I'll guide you. I may stiffen up if it hurts. Just stop until I say it's alright."

I started to push in. She gasped. I stopped and pulled out immediately. 

"No, no. You didn't hurt me. It felt good."

Encouraged, I tried again. This time I encountered the barrier.

"This is it, honey," she said. "You can't stop now. I'll be OK."

I pushed in. I suddenly felt a pop and I slid the rest of the way in. She froze up.

"Are you alright?" I asked. For the first time in 10 years I felt like I wanted to cry.

She was breathing hard but seemed to be slowing down. "I told you I'd be OK. Just give me a minute here."

She was holding me close to her. She began running her hands up and down my back.

"God you're big. I'm filled up. OK, let's try it."

It was kind of clumsy at first. We eventually found a rhythm that we both liked. Even with the pain she was experiencing, she soon was digging her nails in my back and shuddering with a climax.

Actually, an orgasm was the furthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't hurting her. After her orgasm, I realized that she really was doing OK, and I started anew with another rhythm we both seemed to like.

"Oh, honey. Oh. Oh. Don't stop. Oh. Oh. Oh God, you feel good," she whispered in my ear, as I kept up the pace.

She began to shudder again. Her pussy muscles contracted on me, and she pulled me tight to her, as her orgasm pulsed through her. That was all I could take, and I moaned with my own orgasm, and filled the condom.

We laid together for a long time, trying to catch our breath, and savoring the feeling. Finally I climbed off of her, and laid on my side facing her.

She looked at me. "Do you remember playing at Nana's house?" I nodded. "I always had more fun playing with you than any of my friends. Even when we got older, I enjoyed coming over to your Mom's house to baby-sit you, even though it was more like goofing around time. I really liked being with you. You were always so considerate. You even took the trash down for me at Nana's even though I never asked you to."

I started to say something. She put her finger on my lips and said, "Just listen. If I stop I may not be able to finish this."

"As I got into high school, most of my friends had boyfriends. I didn't want a relationship with any of the boys. So I made it a game of conquering their boyfriends, just so I wouldn't have to get involved with any single guy. I didn't know why I felt that way, I just did."

"The night we bumped in the hallway was no accident. I did it to mess with your mind just like I was doing to the other guys. The next day when you apologized to me for it, I knew I was wrong to do it. Here I was messing with you and were worried about me. I realized then that you were a very special person. So I made it a point not to mess with you anymore. When you caught me with the guy on the couch it really was an accident. I wasn't trying to mess with your head anymore. That's why I came to your room. I wanted to do as much damage control as I could. I didn't want you to hate me. When you asked to see me naked I was actually going to do it. Then I realized, that by doing so would screw everything up between us even more, possibly beyond repair. I had to somehow find a way out of it. If you had been any other guy it would have been no big deal. But it was you, and I had a soft spot in my heart for you. That's why I offered the alternative. At least it bought time, and maybe I never would have to go through with it."

"During the course of the next few days, I stopped seeing all of the guys in my life. I didn't know why. I just had no interest. Last weekend when your mother told me that you had no interest in girls, I got scared that I had screwed with you beyond repair. When you walked on that porch, my heart went up in my throat. I've never had that feeling before. I assumed that it was apprehension about seeing you again, not knowing if we were still friends. That first night in the pool, I thought you were skinny-dipping. Who goes swimming in dark with their suit on? So I decided to join you. At least that would seem normal. I questioned you about the girls because I wanted to make sure your head was screwed on right and that you still liked me. When you wouldn't hug me, my feelings were hurt badly. That's why I went back to the house. I went up to my room and cried my eyes out."

Again I tried to say something and she shushed me.

"The following night I decided that I had to know the truth. When I climbed into that water and you didn't run I knew that you still liked me. I couldn't control myself after that. The relief of knowing that you didn't hate me, and this feeling that was building inside of me was too much to handle. That's when I jumped you. When you said I was the first to touch you it dawned on me that I had been waiting for you too. Driving here yesterday gave me time to think. I started to realize what that feeling was that I had experienced on the porch when you came home."

As she was explaining I was beginning to realize something too. Something that suddenly made a tremendous amount of sense.

"When we got here yesterday, I was almost sure. By the time you got into the shower, I knew."

"Jack, nephew, honey, I'm sorry. I'm hopelessly in love with you."

Tears started to fill her eyes.

"I have been waiting for you, May. I didn't know it till today, but I've always been in love with you."

That did it. The floodgates opened. I had never seen May cry before. In front of people she is always a strong person. She was really letting it all out. I knew they were tears of happiness but I could also tell that there was a lot of sorrow as well.

It didn't matter how much we loved each other, it was never going to be accepted anywhere even if we had no children.

We slept the night, checked out by 11:00 and headed home. 

"There has to be a way out of this, May."

"Only if we do it behind everyone's back or they repeal the incest laws."

* * * 

Later that week, May's apartment was finally ready. She moved in by that Thursday, and I was back to being alone. She called every few days and we told each other how much we loved each other, not that anything could be done about it. My mother had noticed my depression. "Why don't you take my car and go over and see May? You two always seem to have a good time together."

"Maybe some other time, Mom."

By the last weekend in July she had had enough.

I came home from the "Y" and noticed Mom sitting on the porch waiting for me.

"Jack, I want you to tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing," I lied.

"Well this 'nothing' is driving me nuts. Not going to tell me? OK, maybe you could tell me what's wrong with May. She won't talk to me about anything anymore either."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mom." I looked at the ground when I answered her.

"Did something happen when you two were at the shore? That seems to be when this all started. Did you two have a fight?"

"No, Mom."

"That's good because she's always liked you a lot and I'd hate to think a dumb argument would stop you two from seeing each other."

"I like her a lot too, Mom," I said, as I told the truth for the first time.

The silence between us was deafening.

Finally she asked the question. "Did you two sleep together?" She looked at me with stern eyes, the type that say "don't lie to me".

I couldn't answer her.

"Well this explains a lot. So, you two are now so ashamed of yourselves that you're having trouble facing the world?"

"No. We're furious with the world because we can't be together. May and I have always loved each other, we just never realized it until that weekend. Now we can't see each other because it's 'forbidden'. Do you know how hard it is to love someone and not be able to tell anyone or even express your love with that person?"

My mother said nothing.

"I feel worse for May than myself. I think she's close to a break down."

My mother stared off to the distance for a while. I had no idea what was in store for May and me. All I knew was I had just ruined the relationship I had with my mother as well as my mother and her sister.

She got up and went into the house. A few minutes later she returned holding a few pictures. 

"Have you seen this before?" she asked, as she handed me a photo.

It was an old picture, but recognized I it was my grandparents. "Sure, that's Nana and Grand Pop," I replied.

She took the photo back and handed me another one. "Did you ever see this one?"

I had to think for a minute. I didn't remember seeing it before and the woman was definitely my grandmother but she was probably in her late teens at the time. I had no clue who the guy was. "No, I don't think I've seen this before, but that's Nana, right?"

"Yes it is. Do you know who the guy is standing next to her?" she asked.

"No I don't," I replied, shaking my head.

"That man is your Grandfather, Jack. He died in a car accident around 20 years ago. After a short time Nana met another man. He was a good man. He had been widowed as well. They married around the time you were born. To you he was 'grand pop'. He was my stepfather. When he was widowed, his first wife had just given birth to a baby. Nana raised her just as if she was her own. My brothers and sisters didn't know she wasn't blood related. They were too young to know the difference. I knew, and Nana swore me to secrecy. There has never been a reason to tell anyone until now."

There was silence.

"In case you're a little slow on the uptake here, May isn't related to you in any way other than through marriage."

I looked at her, a smile growing on my face.

"I'm afraid you have a big decision to make here, Jack. If you tell her, you may gain a girlfriend, but it could disrupt things in other ways. What if she doesn't take the news that she's not related to her brothers and sisters very well? How will they react when they find out? Believe me, if you're seeing May, they'll find out."

She waited long enough to see the smile fade from my face.

"Lastly, what happens if after finding out the truth she decides that she doesn't love you enough to bring things out into the open?"

That had never occurred to me.

"What should I do, Mom?"

"I can't tell you that. What I can tell you is that if you both love each other as much as you say, then the truth should be told and the hell with the rest of the family. As they say, 'Love conquers all', son."

We both stood.

"I want her to know the truth, Mom. She should have the opportunity to make up her own mind. I also think the truth should come from you. She trusts you, Mom. She's told me so."

She nodded her head at me and went in the house to call May and ask her over for dinner the following evening. She tried to get out of it, but my Mother refused to take no for an answer. She came back out on the porch. 

"Well, she says she'll be here, but there's always a chance she won't show up. Hang in there, son."

* * *

The next day I left the "Y" early and was home by 4:00. My mother decided to have me grill steaks again. She was going to break the news after dinner, and wanted to soften the blow with a good meal.

At 5:30, May's car pulled up to the house. My heart was in my throat as I went out back and lit the grill. May helped my mother get the side dishes ready and it was soon time to eat. 

It was a very quiet meal. My parents tried to make small talk but May said little. We finished dinner and cleared the table. My Dad got a couple of beers, went out to the porch, and listened to the ball game with his cast propped up on a footrest. I went in the pool. Mom and May stayed inside. 

A few minutes later I herd somebody crying. 

Uh-oh.

I looked toward the porch and saw May come running out of the house, crying all the way. She ran past my Dad, through the yard, climbed the pool ladder, and jumped into pool clothes and all. She swam to me, put me in a bear hug, and started repeating between sobs, "I love you, I love you, I love you." I held her close as I turned to look back at the porch. My Mom was leaning on the doorway into the house with her arms crossed and a huge smile on her face. My Dad lifted his beer up in salute in one hand and gave me a thumbs-up with the other. I guess Mom had told him about it too.

We dated the whole time I went to college. Sometimes she would come to campus to visit and she always brought me home on school breaks. The summer I graduated we got married. I can't imagine myself with anyone else.

Our whole family was there. People couldn't figure out which side of the aisle to sit on. My Dad gave May away and doubled as my best man. 

At least when we watch the wedding video 10 years from now we won't have to ask each other "Who was that?" 



Aunt Meg, Friends & Bozo



CHAPTER 1

Rex and Meg met their university dropout nephew at the airport after his long flight from New Zealand. Meg (34) had expected Thomas to be filled out and to be stylish and handsome and her heart dropped when she saw the under-weight and somewhat angular slouching guy in a T-shirt with the wording, 'Pregnancies Are My Specialty'.

"Jesus Christ," said her husband, scowling.

"Hello darling, welcome to Los Angeles," his mom's baby sister Meg said, holding a cheek out to be kissed. It was kissed, scraped by whiskers, but she also had one of her big boobs she'd endeavored to keep clear of the clown half mangled in his hand.

God what a jerk. She breathed easier when finding Rex had not seen that despicable action by his nephew because he was watching two young things walking by with the tops of their hold-ups showing. Why the hell couldn't her inattentive husband show that same interest in her! No way would she wear her skirts that short.

Thomas was settling into his room when Meg walked in, only to hear the boor say, "You have a great set of tits. What size are they?"

Meg made a mental note to add five pounds of rat poison to her shopping list. That ought to be a permanent cure but then he floored her. "They are beautifully shaped in the confines of your bra. I get a hard-on just looking at them." 

She almost melted. God, it had been a long time since anyone had spoken to her like that.

She cooed, "Come here darling," and spreading out her arms and said confusingly, "You are probably a little homesick. You may caress them if you wish."

Thomas moved in and grasped them in each hand, well as much of them as he could. "This is great aunty. May I ask how fat are your pussy lips?"

Only by supreme effort did Meg fend off a looming swoon. God Janice her sister the lying bitch. She'd said her son couldn't hold on to a girl longer than a fortnight and a fortnight could be a record. That simply wasn't possible. Right now her nephew, twelve years her junior, only had to say, 'Let me have sex with you Aunt Meg' and she'd lay it out for him. Fortunately that exchange hadn't happen because they heard her husband Rex return home especially to have lunch with their dawn-arriving guest. Rex strode into the bedroom and said, "Everything okay in here?"

Meg could smell her arousal and hoped he couldn't. "Yes darling, I'm helping Thomas to settle in. You might like to unpack that other bag for him."

"Let the fucker do it himself," Rex muttered and in a stronger voice said, "Come on you two, let's go out to lunch and Thomas wear that outrageous T-shirt you arrived in and I'll screw your fucking neck."

That horrified the sense and sensibility ingrained in Meg who said softly, "Please forgive this aggressiveness by your uncle darling. You are in his territory and he feels obliged to strut his stuff."

Rex waited impatiently for his wife to move and scowled.

The visitor said, "Sounds like he needs a good fuck. I'll don't mind waiting while you two do it."

Rex and Meg left the room and held on to one another helplessly in the hallway attempting to smother their hysterics. 

"God, he's such a jerk I think I'll like him," Rex said, wiping his eyes.

As they left for the restaurant Rex groaned when he read the wording on Thomas's latest T-shirt, 'Unlimited Semen Guaranteed'. He whispered to his wife through gritted teeth, "For goodness sake buy him decent clothes on my card and burn his fucking T-shirts. And induce one of your girlfriends to fuck the daylights out of him to lead him into the world of adulthood."

Meg was okay about the shopping but she became defensive about her nephew being allowed to have sex with other women. She wanted him. Wasn't it the duty of an aunt to lead her nephew into adulthood?"

But Rex attempted to run the ship. He said over dinner that evening he'd invited sexy young Mandy from his office for lunch Saturday to determine whether she wanted to date Thomas. "She has boobs to die for," he confided to earn a 'you skunk' look from his wife.

The guy expected by Rex to benefit from his initiative continued eating and didn't comment.

When Rex went to the bathroom to unload some beer Meg seized the chance to confide to Thomas, "This Mandy can't find anyone to go out with her because she has multiple STDs."

"You jealous bitch," Thomas grinned, appearing to totally lose his normal ignorant persona. "You want me for yourself."

Reeling but not down and out, Meg appealed to his intellect if indeed he possessed such a thing. 

"Thomas, sexually reject all other women while you staying in my house for these two months and I'll reprogram you providing you promise to do everything I say. Do that and I'll send you home a top dating prospect."

He said doubtfully, "Promise to do everything you say? I don't want to put it up your ass."

Meg almost fainted but came through the fog and said with unexpected foresight, "We'll leave that open for negotiation."

"Okay then is this the deal: You retrain me on behavior and other things like that and in return for my obedience you'll allow me to fuck you as frequently as I wish but of course not when Uncle Rex is in you."

Thomas caught Meg at she went to rise and stumbled.

"That was lucky," he grinned. "Is you bra too tight?"

"No, I just over balanced. All this talk about sex has me unbalanced."

That night as Rex turned away in bed, his dick missing out on yet another opportunity to visit the neglected pussy practically pulsating only inches from it, Meg sighed and thought how ridiculous was the pathetic pact she'd made with her nephew. In all possibility he was pussy shy.

At 6:45 Rex thrust a cup of coffee and a buttered bagel at her. "Here, I'm off to work. Try to train the pathetic piece of crap called a New Zealander who's jerking off in our guestroom."

"Jerking off?" Meg said interested, but was left disappointed when her yawning husband sighed as if his best years lay behind him, "Well that's what all misfit males without a girlfriend do don't they? "At Thomas's age the timing for masturbation was probably at 15-minute intervals.

Meg thought that would be a crying shame, all that semen going to waste. So she did cry as she heard Rex slam the door and head for the car.

An hour later, knees up and spread apart and deep into her dildo play Meg dimly heard Thomas enter the room and thought his other great need would be food. But before she knew it he'd tugged the bed clothes and was saying, eyes bulging, "Why the fuck are you doing that when you have an eager second cock to service you?

Horrified, Meg lay like a deer caught in headlight.

Recovering sufficiently, Meg lifted the hem of her nephew's T-shirt emblazoned with the wording, 'Bedside Emergency Pussy Fibrillation Unit' and almost drowned in her own saliva finding he was hung like a young horse. It unwound into full erection and the fool thrust it right up to her mouth without being invited and drooled, "Suck it before I stick it in." He yanked out her dong and flung it away contemptuously.

There was no foreplay. He simply pushed in, looking at the ceiling rather than what he was doing and appeared to only notice her swollen breasts two minutes later after he'd pulled out and wiped his dick on to the sheets.

"I haven't climaxed yet?" she said in anguish.

"Oh you should learn to react sooner."

Meg imagined his corpse swinging on the gallows.

As soon as he left to forage for food Meg scrambled after her dildo for a great result, panting with a huge smile. God he had a lot to learn. Perhaps the rumor New Zealand males practiced on sheep was true? It was unlikely they could hold ewes still for too long.

Later Meg took Thomas shopping and chose two white T-shirts for him. She knew Rex would have wanted them plain but as she figured Rex would be fooled by the ambiguous wording, 'I Suck" and the apparently inoffensive athletic-sounding boast, 'I'm a 2-minute Guy'. However when inspecting the shopping later Rex whispered to Meg, "That suggests he can only go for two minutes between periods of jerking off doesn't it?"

"Oh I thought it meant two minutes between meals," the attractive brunette said vaguely.

Mandy with big eyes, big tits and big thighs arrived for lunch Saturday and Meg watched in disgust as Rex was all over her like an eager puppy before introducing her.

"This is my er wife um Meg."

"Oh hi Meg. You'll be pleased to know Reg is ever so popular with the females at work especially (giggle) the younger ones like me (giggle) aren't you darling?" she said, linking arms with Rex and running a hand down his arm absent-mindedly.

Meg resolved to buy um Rex a T-shirt that proclaimed, 'I Hate Whores'. She said, "Oh hi Macy, welcome to my home."

"It's Mandy," the visitor said crossly and Meg looked at the visitor dumbly.

"And this fine young man is Thomas Manly, whose mother is Meg's much older sister who lives in New Zealand. The guys there shag sheep."

But Mandy was geographically more aware than Rex. "No silly, you've got that wrong. That's Australia and is why Australian's are go good at sport, running so hard after terrified sheep." 

Thomas leered, "Yeah, right Macy."

She asked appearing puzzled, "Who's Macy?"

Meg could have hugged her nephew, catching his wink.

"Why don't you show Macy your bedroom darling," said Meg.

"It's Mandy."

"No not you Rex," Meg frowned. "I meant Thomas."

Macy er Mandy and Thomas got that sorted and went off.

Mandy came rushing out one minute, fifty seconds later clutching her torn panties and snarled, "I'm off."

Meg escorted Mandy to her car and asked, "What went wrong? Did Thomas lay a finger on you."

"He asked did I like sex. I said yes. He flipped me on to me back, tore off my panties and shoved it right up me. It was so big that I was hugely delighted but in less than a minute he shuddered, wiped himself on my skirt and smiled and said let's go for some food."

"So you didn't have sex?"

"Well I didn't. I yelled what about foreplay and the jerk asked what was that."

"Oh dear. Well just as well it was brief. Thomas is getting over an attack of STDs."

"Ohmigod," Mandy wailed and took out one of their gateposts as she reversed out of the driveway at speed.

"Where's Mandy going?" Rex asked and wailed, "Look what she's done to our gatepost."

"She remembered she had a medical appointment for a pregnancy test and said she won't be back."

Rex fell unexpectedly quiet after saying, "Well it's only a gatepost."

Next morning after Rex had left for work Meg rewarded Thomas by opening her legs for him. It was quite a marathon for him, taking two minutes and thirteen seconds. Meg timed it.

Leaking her way to the bathroom she said, "Stay there. I'll bring our breakfast to bed."

Placing the tray on the bed Meg stripped off to give him a good look at her boobs and tried to hold in her belly.

"You are really voluptuous for a younger woman," the guest said, leaving Meg to ponder whether or not that was a compliment.

* * *

Lesson One was the overview, lecturing her nephew about what a guy was supposed to think when moving to have sex and what a woman feels and wants and how her mood swings affect her desire for sex and enjoyment of it.

"I never knew women had mood swings. Isn't it a waste of time?"

Meg sighed.

"I find it incredible to be told woman can enjoy sex. All the guys I know say women only give it to guys to keep in good with them and knowing guys love getting their rocks off."

Meg sighed.

Meg had worried that Lesson Two was probably far too advanced; it dwelt on the erogenous zones, But no. Thomas handled it very well. Meg used her body as a practical teaching aid and that certainly helped. As her student fumbled on she ended up having countless orgasms.

After lunch and another speedy bout of sex they went on to breasts and then pussy. 

At 4:00 they had a shower and Meg used that time to teach her nephew the various ways to fuck in the shower and he left the box appearing to be rather legless because although he only took a couple of minutes to shoot, he never failed to shoot. She loved it and later emailed her sister Janice and said Thomas was being such a good boy, a real joy to have in the house. She added 'er mostly' to avoid triggering Janice's suspicions. She wondered how many times a day Thomas fucked his mom.

Meg spent the final hour teaching Thomas about housework. He was appalled, alleging it was too fiddly for a guy and Meg half admitted probably he was correct but caught his interest when she explained the various ways a guy could get lucky while sharing housework duties... e.g. when the female was sucking her thumb dusting or bent over filler the bottom drawers of a dresser.

That evening while the men found they were pals because they both liked watching sport on TV Meg called her sexy blonde friend Val and told her about Thomas and the need to uplift Thomas' sexual experience.

"You specialize in titty-fucking."

"Who told you that?"

"You always tell us when you get drunk."

"Oh."

Meg went into the TV room and said to Thomas, "My friend Val wonders if you could walk her dog tomorrow and stay for lunch?"

"Yeah okay."

The brute beside him grizzled, "Val never invites me to lunch with her alone."

"She's my friend, that's why," Meg almost spat.

* * *

Thomas went by cab to Val's home because Meg had gone early to her library job where she worked Wednesday to Friday each week. Val came to the open front door and Thomas liked what he saw. The tall blonde of thirty-two had a magnificent pair of knockers er breasts.

"Oh hi, you must be Thomas?"

"Yeah and you have a dog for me to walk."

"Oh yes, oh you took that seriously? I'll find Max. He'll be asleep somewhere. Do you want to kiss me? I'm Valerie Younger and my husband is Ted who is away on business today."

"Yeah okay.

Val was lulled into thinking the ape wasn't really interested so offered her cheek, only to have her face grasped by the jaw and turned and as he smashed his lips against hers and his other hand dropped on to her right boob and squeezed.

"Ohmigod," she said rather breathlessly.

"What?"

"Oh nothing. Welcome to our home Thomas."

"Thank you. You have great tits."

"Oh, oh my. Where are you Max?" she quavered.

They found Max, an overweight Spaniel on the sofa in the TV room. Val snapped a lead on and handed the grip to Thomas.

"He won't walk far. He's a lazy sod."

"He definitely must be male?"

"What? Oh a joke?" She giggled and stroked Thomas' arm, looking into his eyes intently.

"Don't leave home," he said.

"Oh no way. I'm looking forward... oh, a joke?" She giggled.

Max lumbered along and each time he turned to go back Thomas pulled him around to go forward again. Max began walking slower and slower until Thomas sighed and turned towards home and Max practically broke into a gallop to make the two hundred yards back to the house.

Thomas grinned at the thought of being conned by a dog.

Val was sweeping the front porch when they returned.

"Oooh, that was a short walk. We'll have to blame Max. He's beset by somnolence."

"Um. Do you have food?"

"Of course I do darling. Please put Max into the TV room and close the door so he doesn't disturb us."

"Why, what will we be doing, eating lunch?"

"Ah yes, lunch is a good answer. I'll off to change."

Val was wearing what he'd call regulation housewife clothing: slippers, unsexy stockings, a cheap button-up-the-back dress and her hair in a ponytail. For god's sake even Max wouldn't find her sexy. She'd been a great disappointment to Thomas. He guessed sex wasn't on the luncheon menu and anyway it was doubtful that Mrs Younger could be interesting enough to bring him to erection. This pessimism was just idle musing because he trusted Aunt Meg enough to know she wouldn't let him down in sending him to Val. Aunt Meg had accepted her responsibility to assist him to become a sexually advanced adult lover, not that she had much of a fucking base to work on. God was he grumpy. Too much sex? He was unsure about that.

Thomas knew he wasn't altogether to blame for his teetering sex life. He'd had a strict bringing up with two narrow-eyed grandmothers warning his dick would drop off if he beat it and his parents requiring him as a teenager to be home in bed each night at 8:00 -- so guess what got whacked? 

Although he was a non-residential day student for the two and a half years he endured university Thomas was led into sexual adventures during gaps between lecturers, ranging from one-on-ones to groupies with inexperienced young women attempting to make sense out of sex. He read jerk magazines and watched DVDs that would have hurled his mom and two grandmothers into earlier than expected graves but whenever he sank his dick into pussy nothing much happened to him apart from the desire to ejaculate. There appeared to be a missing link. He wondered if he were missing the sex gene.

"Oh here I am Thomas," Val announced as she came into the room, eyeing him steadily.

Thomas's dick went DWANG as it jumped to attention, hurting itself against his tight jeans.

Val was now dressed in jeans and stylish brown boots. Her hair was combed high and she wore dangling earrings, the kind women wear to keep them focused thinking about dangling cocks while they work or go shopping. She was fully made up. But it wasn't that that had made his dick launch like a torpedo. Her gut was bare, her arms were bare and for a bra she wore a halter thing of two round metal circles that made her tits stick out and the puffy nipples had obviously been groomed to appear prominent.

"Oh Mrs Younger."

"Oooh Thomas. What would you like for lunch?"

"Two puffy nipples please."

"Oooh."

She pushed them at him and Thomas was into them like a rat fleeing up a drainpipe.

He sucked and slurped knowing Val had an arm squeezed down the front of her jeans and was beating her cunt or whatever women do.

The breasts appeared to swell. He'd never experienced anything like it and finally she interrupted her ooohs to say, "Please removed my harness darling and fuck my tits."

Hands trembling Thomas did what he was told, amazed that a woman would call her breasts tits but then again didn't Aunt Meg calls hers tits when they were having sex?

"I'm removing my jeans darling but I don't want you to touch my groin or my ass. Do you understand? I don't want your fingers or your dick near those crevices? Possibly tongue invasion may be granted privileges."

Crevasses, gee they must be big, Thomas thought but said he understand; she had no wish to commit adultery.

Val smiled and stepping out of her jeans patted his cheek and said he was so intelligent.

Thomas refrained from saying he was intelligent enough to query if titty fucking in these circumstances wasn't adultery then what was it? A substitute for taking Max for a tiring walk of two hundred yards?

Val lay on the sofa, telling Thomas to totally strip, and from nowhere produced a container of lube and sprayed it between her tits.

"Ohmigod," she said, eyeing Thomas dick. "I understood from Meg you were sexually undeveloped."

Thomas shrugged.

Val organized him to straddle her and then led him through the techniques. At times Thomas would groan he had to come and she'd slap his face and say she didn't want him to come. Thomas would groan that hurt and Val would kiss the cheek and say she was sorry and they'd continue on. Eventually Vale could tell by the poor boy's purple and contorted face he had to come. She lifted her head, squeezed his balls and opened her mouth and then a wall of semen surged forth.

"Ohmigod," she spluttered. "Well that's my lesson over. Remember what you have been told and keep your hands soft and movements slow. Fucking a woman is not a race and neither is it an opportunity to show how strong you are. Your woman will be only interested in how gentle you are, how interested in her you are and how well you get her off."




Aunt Meg, Friends & Bozo



"Do women really need to get off?"

"Oh Christ," Val wailed. "What do they teach teenagers in New Zealand? Come on pour yourself a beer while I gargle and return to make lunch."

"Come back topless."

"Why?"

"Because I find your tits er becoming."

"Ohmigod, there may be some hope for you."

CHAPTER 2

Meg met her nephew at the door and smiled, saying Val had called and said he was an obedient student. Well she's a lovely lady. Who is next?"

"Tessa is my choice for your pussy tutor. She loves her pussy."

"Okay. I'm hungry."

"Of course you will be darling. Come to the kitchen and tell me all about it. Now you are not to leave out one a single thing."

* * *

Tessa called Val whom she'd known was first on the list of sex tutors.

"How was he?"

"Abominable."

"God I haven't heard that word since holidaying with my Gran."

"I picked it up from my Gran too."

"That suggests he's from the wilds?"

"Yes but don't tell Meg that. She thinks the sun shines from his ass."

"Oh really?"

They laughed wondering what experience Meg had had with him.

"Tessa I think the problem is he began jerking when a teen thinking of sexy bicycles and has advanced to thinking about cars but no one has ever told him he should jerk thinking about a great rack of boobs. Oh, he calls them tits."

"Oh god."

"He doesn't appear to recognize the purpose for the existence of the female body."

"Oh god a Bozo."

"Yeah I'm afraid so, at least that was my initial impression."

"I'm going to cancel."

"No, Tessa. There's an upside. His cock is rather large with a really bulbous head and the truth is he's a willing learning. I almost offered pussy."

"B-but you never offer pussy to anyone apart from we girls and your husband?"

"I know but somehow Bozo turned into a smiling young prince as he was getting his rocks off."

"So what happened for him to turn down pussy?"

"He ejaculated and end of story. He switched off totally and wanted food."

"God what are they breeding in the South Pole?"

"New Zealand is up a bit from there darling and he told me its not part of Australia."

"Well at least you got a good geography lesson out of it."

"And one of the best titty fucks I've ever had darling."

"Oooh. Bring on Bozo."

* * *

Tessa fingered her pussy watching the guy wearing jeans and a dirty T-shirt and read the wording, 'I'm a 2-minute Guy'. She grinned thinking Meg had taken him shopping. Meg could be such a bitch.

Dressed in a top, tight bra and skirt and nothing else, not even scuffs, she opened the door and said, "Oh hello Tab."

"It's Thomas."

"Oh okay. Ah Tab was my first husband."

Thomas gave her a wry stare. "Aunt Meg said you were intelligent."

Appalled, Tessa attempted to recover. "I was just teasing."

"Oh."

"Come in Thomas. Are you aware why you are here?"

He said accusingly, "Aunt Meg said you were intelligent?"

"Oh god Thomas, sorry. I'm er nervous. You must forgive me."

God where was the Bozo? Tessa brushed a hand across her left breast and Gotcha! Bozo's eyes had followed the route of that hand and stayed where it had scraped over her. "Your tits aren't very big."

Oh god! "Please come in Bo... I mean Thomas and allow me to shut the door."

"I smell food."

Dumbo had said food and not pussy. Tessa ran her fingers used to play with herself as he'd walked to the front door and struck a home rum...

"I smell pussy."

"God you are a fast learner Thomas. The impression I got from Meg was you thought a pussy was for peeing."

"Is it? I thought its main use was for women to jam fingers into."

Tessa felt dangerously light-headed so staggered to the sofa and sat down. "Come over here Mr 2-Minute Man and begin you lesson and then we'll have lunch."

"In that case I'll be a thirty second man and we can have lunch."

A brilliant thought seized Tessa. "Lunch will be served in forty-five minutes."

"Oh in that case perhaps you could teach me how to hold back. I trained to masturbate and ejaculate quickly before I was caught and found I had a safe-from-detection period of two minutes so adapted to that period. Now you women are attempting to unshackle me from that habit and I have fucking Aunt Meg to thank for that."

"Young man I'm sure Meg requires a decent fuck and not just an in and out bang."

Thomas eyed the over-weight redhead. "Do you get fucked much carrying a few extra pounds and coloring you hair that lackluster red?"

"What?"

"Tone up and dye your hair a dynamic red and you'd get more fucks than feeds."

"What?" asked Tessa, appalled. "What on earth are feeds?"

"Meals."

"But I enjoy eating, in fact more than I enjoy fucking."

Thomas beamed at her. "Then let's skip this crap and go into the kitchen and eat."

"No, Meg will feel let down."

"Aw come on Tessa. I won't spill the beans."

"When you try to put it up her ass next time because you still don't know the difference between ass and pussy she'll know you skipped class."

"Oh. You women are so fucking clever. Right, where's pussy?"

"You find it."

"Okay, roll over."

"It's on this side you fool."

"Oh yeah, pussy is on the same side as the tits but your tits are so small I was without twin beacons."

Although by now the young shit was playing dumb, teasing her, Tessa lost it and jamming his head down between her thighs yelled, "Find my cunt you Bozo."

Thomas' body was convulsing and for a moment Tessa thought it was premature ejaculation but then realized he was laughing. She opened her mouth to berate him but instead opened her thighs because he was tonguing them and pressing down to reach the inner thigh as if he knew what he was doing. Obviously his aunt had taught him something.

Seconds later Tessa almost panicked as he pulled her forward and hooked her knees over his shoulders. God, unless that was accidental the fucker was a master seducer.

"Let's take a good look at pussy. My impression from Aunt Meg is you idolize your pussy."

Tessa felt her lips swell in pride.

"Apparently you don't read, garden or watch TV like other women when left alone... you masturbate."

She wriggled to break free but the skinny kid was strong and held her easily. "Get away from my cunt your fucking foul-mouthed abusive wretched kid."

"Kid? I'm going on twenty-two. Your trouble is you're guilty about me seeing these fat rolls around your hips and over your stomach and your fat thighs. Well listen to me. You are not a fat bitch. You're just a little overweight and perhaps if you fucked more, ate less and walked for exercise your excessive poundage will probably go and a more accommodating and appealing body will appear."

That concept amused Tessa. She laughed and that relaxed her.

"Are you going to teach me about cunt?"

"Oh Thomas darling, please. No woman likes to hear the word cunt used. For some even the term pussy is marginal."

"Okay, I'll remember that. What now?"

"Tell me what you see."

"Well as I said earlier that thighs are a big chubby but they are clean, hairless and smell good. I think any guy would love licking them."

"Oh god," Tessa gurgled, feeling all warm and fuzzy, her desire to strangle the mutt being over-ridden by her vanity.

And then another compliment: "You hair removal system appears very efficient and level of hygiene appears excellent because I don't see any evidence of infected hair follicles."

Tessa's renewed temptation to throttle quickly passed and she began teaching him about pussy. The guy seemed genuine about not knowing a woman peed through her pussy and he had no idea about any alternative. His only explanation was he'd known from an early age that women sat down to pee by no one had tutored him pussy was a two-in-one device.

The only highlight came when Tessa invited her student to tongue around her clit. She'd carefully explained it was a highly sensitive area and he was to tongue-tip around it with great delicacy. But Mr Stupid slashed straight across the nub peeping from the clitoral hood. Caught unawares Tessa bucked and almost plastered him over the ceiling... er well he did move a little when caught by her body slam.

"Sorry, did I do something wrong?"

Tessa counted to five and patiently explained where he'd erred and traced a finger over the area where he was to follow with his tongue.

Cunnilingus was a breeze. Tessa was astonished to find his tongue was very long with a tip more pointed that usual so when she finally got his fingers working as well as his tongue she experienced orgasm after orgasm and finally called it a day.

"But aren't we going to fuck?" he pouted.

"No I'm a married woman. That would be adultery.

Tessa thought he was about to cry so with great inspiration grabbed his erection and said, "Come on, I'll fill you with food."

He grinned and followed her to the kitchen like a puppy, even pulling down her skirt that was hitched over her right cheek.

Bozo shoveled down food and talked to her very lively about all sorts of interesting things including his take on America and Americans, what he thought about his aunt and uncle, Val and her.

"Val is okay but I'd prefer to fuck you."

Tessa was awash with that warm and fuzzy feeling.

"Show me your tits."

"No, you don't like them saying they're too small."

"Don't be a selfish bitch, show them to me."

Tessa obediently pulled down her top. Bras were redundant for her.

"Oh just look at them," he cried. "Size is irrelevant. They are puffy with normal size nipples. Come over and sit on my knee. I want a good look at them."

Tessa had become too steamed up to reject that request. So she raced around the table and sat facing him, her top still pulled down. She loved it as Thomas played with her tits and sucked them. She had pulled up her skirt to sit on his knees and now the fingers of his free hand were at her front door, waiting. She pushed forward her hips and his fingertips went into her dripping pussy.

"God you're wet," he said.

"Fuck me Thomas darling."

She straightened to allow him to drag his jeans and briefs to his ankles and then steered in his erection, closing her eyes, mouth open and tongue over her top lip when his hot tongue came up against her tongue and she sucked him into her mouth.

It was sheer ecstasy for Tessa but determined to get the best from the connection she directed how Thomas should act, teaching the three techniques she knew that men could use to delay coming.

They plugged away, Tessa doing most of the work by bouncing, and she kept him on a string. Eventually she tired and said "Now darling' and he shot his load deep into her vagina. Tessa collapsed into his arms and felt him reach over her to grab more to eat.

When he was done the good boy carried her to the bathroom and ran warm water before lowering her into it.

"That's the first real fuck I've had in my life," he smiled and she reached to pull him down and stroke his face tenderly before kissing him.

"You're a darling," she said. "That was the most satisfying fuck I've had for a very long time. You're no Bozo."

"What's a Bozo?"

"A skinny guy who doesn't know how to use his cock."

"Are you sure?"

"Um it's how I'd use the term. Off you go. My husband will be home within the hour."

"Well goodbye dear lady. I'll open the kitchen windows and the door to air the room."

"Bye bye darling boy."

CHAPTER 3

Tessa called Meg.

"Hi, I'm in the bath washing away residue of a really great fuck."

"Ohmigod, how did you manage?"

"Well darling as you know I was a school teacher before marriage. Thomas arrived as a Bozo and left here a man."

"Oh that's wonderful. But I thought you said you'd teach him about pussy but wouldn't fuck him?"

"Well he was abusive about my small breasts."

"Well we all know they are small but the areolas are puffy and..."

"I was determined for him to find that out for himself so I fed him and then allowed him to insert but made sure he fucked like a top seducer."

"Well darling you've have enough of those in your time to know how to make your boobs and pussy irresistible. I'm so grateful. I'll give you your best suck from a female ever when we next get together. I know you had an uphill job with him but it's like nothing Tiffany faces the day after tomorrow. Being faced with ass, probably for the first time, is inviting him to vomit over her."

That evening Meg and Rex took Thomas bowling with their friends Jess and Larry Hoyt who brought along their eighteen-year old daughter who would go to college later that year. Meg and Rex were disappointed that nothing happened between the two kids.

"What did you think of Rebecca?"

"She was lovely Rex, but my mind was on doing you guys playing 10-pin but only Jess put up any real resistance."

"You are very good Thomas."

"Yeah Meg. God Jess has a great ass."

The car swerved and regaining control Rex said hoarsely, "You mean Rebecca."

"Nah Rex, like you my interest is in the thirty-something sect. So do you fuck much away from home?"

The car swerved quite violently. "No."

"You fucking liar Rex. You often come home dragging your feet and I find lipstick on your T-shirt and briefs."

They argued all the way home. Inside the house Meg told him to shut up and not to lie to her any more. So he had two big whiskies and stomped off to bed.

Aroused, Meg pulled off her panties and snarled, "Give it to me Thomas."

"I-I really don't think..."

"Are you taking sides with that unfaithful bastard?"

"Er no," Thomas said, unzipping."

"God, I think it's gotten bigger since I last saw it," Meg said, smacking her lips around it.

An hour later she douched in the bathroom scarcely believing that had been Bozo who'd left her almost legless.

* * *

Tiffany's husband had spent the day three hundred miles away and wouldn't be home till after midnight. She pinned a note on the front door for Bozo, directing him around the house to the pool.

Thomas arrived at the security gate and called out. She used the remote to let him in.

"Oh hi, I'm Thomas. You have an amazing body."

"I'm told you are skin and bones with a delicious cock."

Then Bozo floored her. "Just believe what you are told and in all probability it will prove true."

"Er Meg said you were, er, a rather simple guy."

"Well it appears fraternizing with your thirty-something pals has dragged me out of the Ignorant Ages. Is that the ass I'm going to fuck?"

"Er Thomas. Please slow down. Surely Meg said it was anal education with nothing more than explanations and touching extremities."

"Yes but the challenges for me are to learn and then react so positively that you'll invited me to nail you."

"Ohmigod."

"What?"

"I'm palpitating."

"That augers well for me doesn't it?"

"I-I shouldn't be palpitating at my age. I'm only thirty."

"Liar."

"Thirty-three."

"Liar."

"Well how old did Meg say."

"Thirty-eight."

"Oh god."

"She said a girl needs a bit of age to gain good ass development."

"Oh, what a darling she is. Well pull off my bikini bottom and I'll start the lesson. Have you done anal?"

"No, never."

"What about fingering inside ass?"

"Um, just a little. Little finger that is."

"Well the beginning is a good place to start... kiss my ass please darling, starting high up by my tattoo. That's the boy."

Ninety minutes later Thomas climbed from the pool as Tiffany arrived with the chicken and avocado salad. She gulped when seeing the size of the young man's dangle.

"Stay nude darling. I'll remove my top."

"I must say I like your clipped bush. I'm rather used to them being shaven but that brown mass suits you."

"Oh darling."

"Now there's a rack of delectable tits."

"Please call them boobs darling. Cows have tits."

"Oh, is that why women become touchy when I call them tits?"

"I believe so. Please pour the wine."

Thomas scoffed his salad and then looked at most of the remaining pile on Tiffany's plate so she handed it across.

"You appear to like your food?"

"Yeah, food gives you energy and drives what you do."

"Oh. I virtually live on fresh fruit and salads."

"And don't last long at sex or even shopping?"

Tiffany appeared quite startled. "Yes both tend to exhaust me rather too early for my liking."

"Then you want to have a feed of steak and a plate of potatoes two or three hours before you embark on such endeavors."

"Oh Thomas, you appear very knowledgeable."

"Yeah I learned that during my induction at university. Nutrition classes were compulsory."

"Oh you have a degree?"

"Well sort of. I was booted out for having sex with chaplain's wife and daughter. It was so embarrassing."

Tiffany smiled, "What when hearing those women giving evidence of your misdeeds at your disciplinary hearing?"

"Yeah, they both said I could scarcely be charged with sexual impropriety because I was scarcely docked in both instances when I fired and it was goodnight nurse. So I was thrown out on a trumped up charge of promiscuous behavior unbecoming for a gentleman that was likely to bring the university into disrepute. I was given two thousand bucks and told to leave. I objected so they gave me my BA in history after only two and a half years and not being required to sit my finals. I was pissed off because I wanted a MA but they wouldn't go that far saying it would be academic impropriety. I ask you, where are we with morals today?"

"Well you should count yourself lucky. You could have gone to jail."

"No way. It was that fucking mother and daughter. They lodged a complaint initially to my history professor claiming I should be tossed out of university for being sexually incompetent and that complaint led to that more serious charge. I'm telling you, going to university is not like a walk in the park as perhaps it is in this country. The irate Rev. Smith petitioned unsuccessfully to the Senate for me to be hanged. You'd think by his irrational behavior he wasn't getting it from his wife and daughter and became insanely jealous."

Tiffany suggested, "Or perhaps he had higher standards of morality than you do?"

"Oh yes, why didn't I think of that?"

There was a lull in conversation finally broken by Thomas. "You have given me all the theory about anal sex. What now?"

"You get experience."

"How?"

"I don't know. Return to university."

"That's unfair."

Tiffany sighed and said, "Yes I was. I'm such a bitch. Oh very well, come over to the couch."

And that's how for the first time in his life, Thomas got his dick into a woman's ass and Tiffany took him through it slowly until he was into it up to his balls.

Thomas left after a shower and kissed her ever so sweetly, saying he thought Tiffany was the most wonderful woman in the world.

"Er come back inside Thomas and have dinner later," she cooed. "We'll find something to do to pass away the time."

"That's very sweet of you Tiffany. You are such a gorgeous woman. Unfortunately I am due home because we are dining with Jess and Larry Hoyt and their anemic daughter Rebecca.

"I suppose Jess told you her daughter was lesbian?"

"No, why would she do that?"

"Well you've had sex with Jess and she'd be..."

"No I haven't."

"But I thought you were having sex with all of Meg's female friends?"

"No, only with those whom she calls the inner sanctum."

Tiffany flushed with pleasure. "Ohmigod, just we who are the elite."

"Yeah, she said you have the widest rectum so would be good for me as a novice."

Tiffany lost her color and appeared to wobble. When Thomas gave her a final kiss she appeared rather breathless.

"Please don't worry Tiffany. The outside of your ass is smaller than most women and I'm pleased I had you for my inauguration because it had to be a big one to take me up to my balls."

Tiffany grabbed the gatepost for support as Thomas rode off on Meg's bicycle.




Aunt Meg, Friends & Bozo



CHAPTER 4

Rex, Meg and Thomas arrived at the restaurant bar to find the Hoyt's elder daughter Clement had joined them for dinner. Her husband was in Europe on business.

Jess kissed Thomas on the lips. He could have sworn he felt her tongue tip on his bottom lip. Rebecca shook hands with him and introduced her twenty-six-year old sister.

"Hi Clement," Thomas said kissing her on the cheek while reaching behind squeezed an ass cheek. "Great ass," he whispered, knowing Meg would be watching him to rate performance.

"Fuck off," hissed Clement, in such a low whisper that Thomas only just caught it. He turned and caught Meg's approving glance and noticed Jess staring at him as if seeing him for the first time. Oh she had a neat ass as well. Thomas wondered how it was he suddenly was acting like an authority on ass?

As soon as they were seated at the table Thomas caught Clement looking at him so winked and thought her gaze softened before she looked away at her mother who was glancing between both of them. Jess would not have seen the wink.

After mains at Larry's suggestion the men moved two places to the right and that placed Thomas sitting between the two sisters. Rebecca asked him had he been keeping busy and he said yes and turned to Clement and asked how she kept busy while her husband was away.

"I'm an attorney and when I arrive home I have practically the same amount of housekeeping to perform as if my husband was there. Is that an answer that interests you?"

There was something in her stare that alerted Thomas. It wasn't hostility; it was more like interest. She was interested in him!

He dropped his hand down and placed it on to her thigh. Her hand landed on his and she squeezed it. He slowly withdrew and pulled up his napkin to wipe his mouth and checked. Jess was not eyeing him; she was in deep conversation with Rex.

"How did your mom and Meg meet?"

"At their tennis club. They joined the same week and in their second season went through a tournament to become runners-up and have played in doubles ever since and have become friends socially, although mom is ten years older. She loves socializing with Meg's younger friends, saying it makes her feel younger."

"That figures. Would it make you feel younger if we have sex?"

"That defies logic but I'll say yes. But not at my house."

"What about your parent's house."

"Are you mad?"

"Well is it okay if I sound out my aunt and uncle?"

"No that could drive a wedge between mom and Meg. Look, leave it with me. I'll try Gran, she doesn't like my husband Ned."

"Do you like him?"

"He's okay. He's older, a partner in the law practice I'm with. I married him for his money and to get the inside running in promotion but so far it seems to have worked against me being promoted because there are thirteen other partners."

"But you live in style."

"Yes, I sure do. That's why I'm avoiding taking you to our home. Taking you there would be like crapping in my own nest. I suspect Ned fucks mom and Gran thinks so too so she could be keen to turn a blind eye on me doing the dirty on Ned. As I said leave it to me."

"Fine, I'm too whacked to be with you tonight. I spent part of the day at butt fucking school."

"You what?"

"Yeah, learning the ins and outs of it... you know the techniques."

"I wasn't aware there were techniques and I certainly didn't know the practice was taught."

Thomas scratched an ear. "Well it was one of Aunt Meg's friends actually."

"Oooh, which one. I know most if not all of them?"

"Clement darling, do you mind if I don't answer that. I'm not being rude but you as an attorney will appreciate the matter of client-adviser confidentiality."

"Christ Thomas, you appear to be a good thinker and smooth talker to me. Mom said you were a Bozo, you know, a bit of a fool."

"I think she meant a bit naïve Clement. I come from a small and fairly unsophisticated country but don't tell New Zealanders I said that. Since my arrival here I have been mixing with some rather influential people and I would include your mother and father in that. Their influence may have rubbed off on me. Even Rex has endeavored to straighten me up a bit so that I make myself more appealing to the more conservative Americans."

"My god, mom's gotten you wrongly identified. She's a jealous bitch so don't touch me again tonight, at least not when she is near us. Do you have a long cock?"

"Yes Clement, and do you have a pussy with fat lips and good vagina control?"

"Ohmigod, am I going to enjoy you."

Rebecca dug Thomas in the ribs. "Are you two talking sex?"

"Shhhh. Keep your voice down. I was telling your sister about the infiltration of lesbians in our country's politics."

"Have you got something against lesbians?"

"No of course not. I've even plundered one or two who were confused about their sexuality."

"You pig."

"Oh come off it Rebecca. They jumped me during a Saturday night groupie."

"Oh that's different."

Rebecca whispered to Thomas. "You ought to make a play for Clement. Her husband is away for another month and she'd horny."

"Well by the way you mom is staring at us I don't think I ought to try that."

"Ohmigod, mom's probably thinking I'm chatting you up. That could ruin my reputation."

"What as?"

"I'm a lesbian."

"Jesus. I don't have a reputation so slap my face Rebecca, go on."

Rebecca slapped him shouting, "You horrible man. No I don't wish to sleep with you."

Clement, who'd heard the entire conversation, was almost splitting her sides, but managed to say, "Would all the men quickly move two places to their right. Off you go you horrible man."

The move seated Thomas next to Jess who pulled him against her and she kissed him, whispering, "Bozo if you must fuck someone fuck me."

"Er I'm in enough trouble already," Thomas said, breaking free.

On the drive home Rex jeered, "You picked the wrong sister to proposition buddy."

"But the other one is married and missing her husband dreadfully."

"Oh. Well I saw their mother grab you and kiss you when you sat next to her. What did she say?"

"Sorry buddy, it was something I ought not repeat."

"Well Thomas, if she suggested you should fuck her rather than her daughters go for it; she's a great fuck."

"How the hell do you know that Rex?"

"Oh Meg, I thought you had dozed off."

"I bet you did. God, have you been fucking one of my best friends."

The panicking Rex drove through a red light and that really set Meg off but took the heat off Rex about Jess, giving him time to think up some lies. 

Rex slunk off to bed and after watching the late-night news brief on TV Thomas saw a light on so went into the kitchen. Meg was leaning against the breakfast bar finishing off a straight whisky. She bent over against the bar and hitched up her dress. Her panties were already around her ankles.

Thomas pulled out his dick and wet it with spit. He went in for a doggy on pussy but found it already in use, occupied by three of its owner's fingers, so he took the alternative.

CHAPTER 5

Just before Thomas left for home he thought Aunt Meg and friends would want to give Bozo a farewell groupie to climax his educational visit to America, but not to be. They were all too jealous worried about missing out on anal because collectively they'd be almost too much for Thomas for just a first round. 

But the women went to the airport to farewell him. A late-to-board cabin attendant passing noticed the wailing women making such a fuss of Thomas so knew who'd her obligatory fuck on the flight would be.

Thomas' mom met him at Auckland Airport and they had a great reunion, at least for her. She loved to cry and had gushed buckets.

In the SUV they kissed again, this time more than affectionately.

"God Thomas, not there, finger pussy." 

His mom of course was not wearing panties as she rarely did when Thomas was about.

"Mom, I don't know if you know this but America is one of the great ass-fucking nations and I've had some expert tutors, friends of Aunt Meg.

"Oh god, those depraved bitches got at you darling. And Meg?"

"Me fuck Aunt Meg either front or back? Mom are you crazy? Aunt Meg is your beloved baby sister."

The former Bozo's mom said she was a little shaken, that he'd better drive.

"Oh my poor darling. I cast you to those depraved bitches like fodder."

"It's okay mom. I survived and actually a percentage of them were intelligent and sensitive although I guess you'd find that hard to belief."

"Well I suppose it takes all sorts to make a country and hold it together in the best way people know how. Thomas, if you don't mind me telling you this but I'm an anal virgin and am a little unsure whether that status is good for me?"

"Well sit on it and think about it mom. I'll be having numerous girlfriends once words gets out about the new me but whenever you want it in you mom, just give me the call, preferably when dad's not about."

Janice, massaging a breast, thanked her son and said he was such a generous boy.

Thomas then told her about his best anal in America.

"I came across this woman who was feeling a little depressed, leaning against her breakfast bar, drinking whisky with her panties down around her ankles. She welcomed me so I unzipped but found she had three fingers in pussy so there was no alternative but to go backdoor. Mom I was a little big for her but she was game and with lots of moaning, groaning, snorting and puffing we combined well and finally it was in. She almost lifted me through the roof when she jiggered herself off and I then pulled out and covered her back and she gurgled in ecstasy."

"Oh you good boy. I like the thought of you giving women what they want."

A little later Janice asked, "Darling could you buy me a bottle of whisky? I'll keep it above the breakfast bar. Drive faster darling. We need to get home. I'm feeling horny."

THE END



Aunt Melanie



Aunt Melanie is going to turn 62 this summer. She’s a hard woman and has always been extra hard on me. I remind her of my Uncle Dale, her now dead husband. He was a joker and her being always serious about everything. I really miss him we had such great times acting like fools just to make people laugh at family reunions and such gatherings. It always drove Aunt Melanie crazy at out our antics.

After his death a few years ago she really went off the deep end with her seriousness, I mean, if she ever smiled her face would probably break or something. I always went to her house on weekends to see if she needed anything done, taking care of little things for her, with never a thank you or a kiss my ass, nothing. 

Well this Saturday was different, I had a really rough week previous to my visit, and her harsh tones towards me had pissed me off for the last time. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I had enough that day. 

“What is wrong with you? All I do is try to help you out and you treat me like shit!”

My language shocked her, no one cursed around her, until today. 

“How Dare you talk to me that way, who do you think you are?” She asked me.

“I am your nephew, the only one in this family who is willing to spend some time with your mean ass!” My face red with exasperation, “Do you see anyone else here helping you? Hell no you don’t, WHY? Cuz you’re a bitter old bitch and always have been!”

I screamed at her as I continued, 

“What you need is a good Fucking to get your head right!”

She almost fainted when I told her that, She sat down flustered at my verbal abuse towards her. 

“Why I Never!” She exclaimed. 

“Hell no you never, that’s why you Need!” I said as I turned to leave before she killed me with a Heart Attack also. I don’t remember being that pissed off in a long time. 

“Don’t you turn away from me young man, I’m not done with you!” She told me. 

“Well, I’m thought with you Aunt Mel, I’ve been as nice as anyone can be to you and you treat me like a red headed step child. I’ve had it!” 

She rose from her seat and walked briskly over to me, then tried to slap me, I grabbed her thin arm roughly and pushed her away. When she hit the couch her legs flew up along with her skirt exposing her white inner thighs.

Damn I thought as I looked, she still wears those old garters that hold up her stockings. I saw her panties and the dark spot from her pussy hair showing. I lost it then, my cock immediately got hard in my fury, I could only think of the one thing this Bitch needed and that was my cock in her! 

I grabbed her legs and spread them wide open pushing my body between them to keep them open for me. Her eyes opened as wide as her legs were when she cried out in fear,

“Wha What are you doing? Stop that, get off me right now!” 

“Shut the fuck up, You are fixing to get what you need Bitch!” With that I ripped her panties off her, showing me her gray pussy hairs and her pussy lips almost open as her legs were so wide. I yanked my pants and underwear down, my hard cock standing out staring at her cunt.

“No, Please don’t do this!” she begged me. “This is wrong, it’s Rape and Incest!” 

She was crying now. It only made me want to fuck her more now seeing that. I Jammed my thick cock in her with one shove, her gasping at the feeling. I reached up and tore her light blouse off her, then her old maid bra letting her tits out in the open for my eyes. She has nice tits for an old woman, slightly saggy but the nipples large and dark. I grabbed one and squeezed it hard, her continuing to say over and over, 

“This is wrong, This is wrong!” 

I didn’t give a shit, I was fucking this old biddy, slamming my cock in her tight cunt, giving her what she had needed for many years. 

My crazed lust made me fuck her thin body as hard as I could, her gasping as my cock hit the back of her cervix with as much force as I could muster. After about three minutes of this pounding, I noticed that another kind of look came into her dark eyes, not one of fear, but a look of sexual excitement was forming in them. 

As her breathing was becoming more in time with my cocks pounding her, and her grunting as the force of my thrusts pushed her ass into the couch, her head banging on the wall behind her. I grabbed both of her heaving tits, and began to demean her. I wanted this bitch to feel ashamed of what was happening to her. 

“Look at you, you nasty old fucking whore, I take you pussy and you start giving it up like that whore you are. A man takes it from you and you get your fucking rocks off when he does, I always knew you were a nasty fucking cunt!” 

I would have never thought that it would turn her on talking to her like that, but she reached down and started roughly pinching her clit. Pulling it out and I pinched her old nipples roughly as she was crying out,

“Yes, Oh Yes!” 

Her orgasm came in pulsing waves, as her cunt grabbed at my cock.

“That’s right you whore, Cum on my hard cock Bitch!” I screamed at her.

She must have came 3 or 4 times in a row, her hips thrashing around on the couch as she was fucking me back now.

“So, you like my cock do you bitch?” I asked as my hips slammed her. 

“Oh Yes, I love your cock, please don’t stop what your doing, Oh uhhuh uhhh I’m going to uhhu huhuhh I’m doing it againnnn!” 

As she came harder than she had a few moments earlier. Her old cunt was gushing on my cock, as her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. I was starting to Cum myself, so wanting to shame her as much as I possibly could I pulled my cock out, shoving it in her face. I started jacking it off to Cum in her face, She grabbed my hips and shoved my cock in her warm wet mouth, sucking it deep as her cheeks sank in when she did. I fucked her face with a vengeance holding her hair, pulling it harshly as I felt my cock reach the back of her tiny mouth.

My hot cum splashed the back of her throat in a rush, my knees buckled as I shot my load. She swallowed, gulping it down like she needed it to survive. As my orgasm subsided I turned her face up and told her, 

“I always knew you were a cocksucker, you nasty fucking whore! If you ever give me any shit again, you’ll get more of this!” 

As I shook my softening cock in her face, some dripping cum splattering her lower lip as I did. She licked her lip off, with a lusty look said,

“You can expect it next weekend, I know I Will!”

After that we always had a great time on the weekends, it’s funny how sex can make some people smile. Even Bitter Old Aunt Melanie!

Authors Note: This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader, and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor!  ;-) Thanks, mustanger7up



Authors Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader, and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor!  ;-) Thanks, mustanger7up



Aunt Michelle Knows Our Secret



"C'mon Bray, we are going to be late!" my cousin yelled as she was walking down the stairs. 

"I'll be done in a sec Brooke, damn!" It was that time of the year, our annual family get together at the lake. I, for one, didn't want to go. Mainly because I hated how my parents praised and worshiped my sister and all of her accomplishments. My sister was a doctor or some shit like that. My parents and I never really got along, which is the main reason why I was living with my cousin, Brooke. 

"You know I hate this shit." I said to Brooke as we got in her car. 

"It's not that bad, we are only going to stay long enough to make our rounds. Maybe an hour or so." We left and headed to the lake. 

When we got there, Brooke walked over to her parents and I headed straight for the food table. It wasn't long before my parents arrived and walked over to me. My mom made a stupid comment about me eating all the food before everyone else could get any. 

"So Bray, what have you been doing lately. Still giving alcohol to those cheap girls?" my mom asked. 

"As a matter of fact, yes. But they are by no means cheap." I replied back. I was a bartender at a local night club.

After being at the lake for about 30 min, I decided to go for a swim. I walked over to Brooke and asked if she wanted to come. "I don't have any extra clothes" she replied. 

I gave her the look, her and I both know that clothes wasn't the issue.

"Well, I'll just go alone then" I said back to her.

I walked over to the bank of the lake, stripped off my shirt and shorts and jumped in. I guess Brooke didn't want me to be alone because not long after I got in, she came strolling towards the lake. 

I know she was my cousin but Brooke was sexy as fuck. She was a short slender girl, maybe 5',110lbs if that. She had some of the most perfect tits I had ever seen. Big, round, and perky D cups. Her ass was flawless; round and firm. She stripped down to her bra and panties and got in the lake with me. 

"You see, it ain't that bad" I said to her.

"Fuck you, Bray" she replied back.

"Promise?" I questioned. 

"Shhhhhhh, not so loud. If anyone finds out, we are both dead." she answered. 

Brooke and I have had a sexual relationship ever since I moved in with her about 2 years ago. We figured if it was only sex and not feelings toward each other then it was ok for us to have sex. 

We swam for a few minutes and then got out. I quickly pulled my boxers off and pulled my shorts back on. I stood and watched to make sure no one was looking while Brooke took off her wet bra and panties and put her clothes back on. She had me run to her car to get some band-aids to cover her nipples because she didn't want them poking through her shirt and everyone to noticed she was no longer wearing a bra. Once all of that was done, we rejoined the family. My parents, as usual, we're talking about how my sister received an award from the hospital and shit like that. 

My uncle looked at me and asked," Bray, what have you been doing lately? Still in college, I'm guessing?"

I wanted so bad to tell him I have been fucking his daughter but I looked at him and said, "Yep, still in college, I have 2 semesters left." My parents looked at me with a shocked look on their face. Like they were surprised that I hadn't dropped out yet. I had been going to college for photography and videography. Not a very proud profession in my family, seeing as everyone in my family was a doctor or lawyer or some other profession that made a lot of money. 

After a few more minutes, I looked at my watch and made some lame excuse on why I had to leave. Shortly there after, Brooke and I walked to her car. Brooke's mom followed us.

"Brooke!" she called out.

We both turned and her mom walked up to us. "I was wondering if maybe I could stop by later this afternoon, after I get your dad home?" 

Brooke looked at me and then said, "Oh well Bray and I have a lot of work to get done at the house." 

"Brooke, I know better than that. I know about you and Bray fucking each other." she replied. "You remember about 2 years ago when y'all first moved in together, I had come over to help y'all move in. I guess y'all thought I had left and y'all started fucking on the couch. Well I saw you guys and I decided to keep it a secret." 

Brooke and I looked at each other like we had just been caught. 

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, as long as I get to join from time to time." she commented. 

What choice did Brooke and I have. We had to say yes or our secret would be told to everyone. 

"Sure mom, feel free to stop by anytime you'd like." Brooke said to her mom. 

We got in the car and drove away. "What the fuck was that about?" I asked Brooke.

"I have no fucking clue" she answered. 

We were about half way home when we both got a text from her mom. It was a picture of her pussy, dripping wet. The message said, "I can't wait for you to feel how wet I am" We both looked at each other, shocked. 

I could feel my cock starting to get hard. The thought of not only fucking my cousin but also fucking my aunt on a regular basis was getting me excited. Brooke must have noticed the bulge in my shorts because she reached over and began rubbing my semi hard cock. Neither of us knew what we were getting ourselves into but we didn't care. 

We soon pulled up at our house and walked in. Brooke headed upstairs to take a shower after having swam at the lake. 

"Why don't you come shower with me, Bray." she said. 

"I'll be up in a minute" I replied back to her.

I was flipping through the channels and stopped on one of the porn channels we had. Wasn't long afterwards when I heard the water start running upstairs. I put done the remote and headed upstairs. Brooke stood there in front of the full length mirror she had in her bathroom. She was admiring her sexy body. I walked in and pulled my shorts off, my cock still semi hard, swaying freely. 

"I guess I should shave my pussy, right?" Brooke asked me.

I walked up to her and ran my hand over her trimmed pubic hair. I could feel the heat and moisture coming from her tight pink pussy. 

"Well, you could if you wanted to but I would just trim it a little. I think it looks sexy like it is." I answered her. 

We got in the shower and washed each other, stopping every so often to kiss each other and play with each other. After about 30 min in the shower, we decided to get out. I kissed her and walked across the hall to my room. I pulled some shorts from my dresser and put them on. I walked down stairs, she was sitting on the couch watching TV. It was still on the channel I left it on. She was wrapped in just a towel. She knew how much I loved seeing her in just a towel. 

Not long after we finished our shower, her mom arrived. She walked in through the kitchen carrying a duffle bag. 

"Hey you two!" she said, catching our attention.

We looked back at her. 

"What's with the bag, Aunt Michelle." I asked.

"Well, Frank and I got into a fight when we got home. I was hoping maybe I could stay here for a few days so we could get some space." she replied.

"Of course you can stay, mom. You can have my room, I'll sleep with Bray in his room." Brooke said to her mom.

Her mom smiled at both of us, "Thanks you two."

She walked over and sat next the me on the couch. Somehow, I ended up between Brooke and Aunt Michelle, which didn't bother me at all.

Aunt Michelle was a very beautiful woman, not as petite as Brooke though. She was about 5'6 and a bit on the curvy side. She had big round natural DD cup tits and a big sexy round ass. The kind you just want to smack and grab. She had long reddish brown hair that went down well pass her ass. She was wearing a low cut t-shirt that showed her cleavage very well and tight black yoga pants. I noticed she wasn't wearing panties by the slight wet stand between her legs. 

She looked at me and smiled. "You have grown up to be a very attractive young man, Bray. It wasn't long ago that I remember you running around your parents' house butt naked, with you cute little penis out there for everyone to see." she said.

"Thanks, but my penis isn't little anymore." I said with a chuckle.

"Well, mind if I see just how much you have grown?" she replied.

"He's pretty big, mom. A lot bigger than dad and Mark." Brooke mentioned.

Mark was her brother, I knew that they had had sex once or twice before a few years ago. She had walked in on her dad in the bathroom once, that's how she knew what his cock looked like. 

"Well, let's see it Bray," Aunt Michelle said.

I stood up in front of her, my cock merely inches from her face, and pulled my shorts off. My cock hanging freely. 

"Holy fucking shit, your cock is huge!" she shouted. 

My cock was about 8 or 9 inches and 2 1/2 maybe 3 inches around. 

"You are much bigger than Frank or Mark!" she said as she slowly grabbed my stiffening cock. 

She took me into her mouth and began sucking my cock. I could feel it beginning to become rock hard. I looked back at Brooke and she had her legs spread and she was rubbing her clit as she watched her mom suck me off. It wasn't long after that when Aunt Michelle had stripped her yoga pants off and was positioning me between her legs. 

She put the tip on my throbbing cock against her soaking wet pussy. I leaned forward enough to grab the back of the couch, looking down at her, I asked if she was ready. She nodded and I thrust my big thick cock into her. She threw her head back and gasp as my cock filled every inch of her. I thrust back and forth a few times before she pushed me back and pulled my cock out of her. She let out a loud moan and squirted. A lot. 

"Oh, fuck. Don't stop, Bray. Don't fucking stop!" Aunt Michelle moaned.

I slid my hard cock back into her. Her pussy was dripping wet as my cock slid in her with ease. I noticed Brooke was sitting at the edge of the couch, furiously rubbing her clit. I motioned to Brooke to come over and sit on her mom's face. I guess Michelle took the hint as she began to tongue her daughters pussy and clit. It wasn't long before Brooke was reaching her climax as she threw her head back and moaned as she squeezed her mother's head between her legs. It was sure to be the first of many more that night. 

I pulled my cock from Aunt Michelle's pussy and Brooke leaned down and took me into her mouth. She moaned as she tasted her mother's juices on my throbbing cock. It was my turn to taste Michelle, I laid on the floor, Michelle on my face and Brooke riding my aching cock. They faced each other and began kissing. 

Michelle was feverishly rubbing her sopping wet pussy on my tongue as Brooke bounced up and down on my cock. With each motion, Brooke's tight pussy seemed to grip tightly around my shaft. I knew that she was trying to get me to cum, but I wanted to save it so I could cum in Aunt Michelle's pussy. 

After a few minutes, Brooke and Aunt Michelle switched. Michelle slowly lowered her eager pussy onto my throbbing shaft. She rode me like you wouldn't believe. I was getting close to orgasm and I saw that she was too. I timed it right, as I shot my cum into her pussy as she began to squirm and climax. 

She tried to hold back her orgasm. She leaned back, my cock sliding out of her as Brooke leaned in and licked her mother's pussy. She sent Aunt Michelle over the edge and she let out a load moan and squirted into Brooke's mouth. 

Brooke was in heaven, a mixture of her mom's juices and my thick cum filled her mouth. She took it all in but she didn't swallow it all. She want her mom to enjoy it as well. Brooke and Aunt Michelle embraced in a long kiss as Brooke pushed the savor cum mixture into her mothers mouth. The sight of the kissing, instantly made my softening cock hard again. We all knew that it was going to be a very long but very fun night. There was much more to cum...



Aunt Mildred's Secret



To all my loyal readers: This is a change from my other stories. It was written at the request of one of my many readers. She gave me the plot and asked that I write it. Even though I enjoy water sports (golden showers), I have not written any stories involving enemas. As per her request, this story is about just that type of water sport. If this offends you, I ask you to read no further. But for those who do, and especially for my special reader, here it is.

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“Alvin! Aunt Mildred fell and hurt her back. She’s in the hospital.” Those words started a sexual adventure that is still going on today. About two years ago, my mother’s sister took a bad fall. Aunt Mildred had always been an extension of our mom. Sharon and I were kids to a single mom. Our dad took off soon after Sharon was born. I was three at the time so I don’t remember him. Like I said, Aunt Mildred helped mom in raising us. In fact, she was there more than mom was most of the time. Oh I’m not saying our mom was bad, she worked two jobs to make sure we had everything we needed. It was just that with working so hard, we didn’t see her much. But Aunt Mildred was there for everything. She was the one who gave us parties, who visited our schools. She was there for our graduations. And now she was in a hospital with a bad back. There was no question that one of us would have to go and take care of her. Since I had the type of job that allowed me to travel at will, Sharon was depending on me to go.

I arrived at Aunt Mildred’s one day before she was to come home. The fall hadn’t been that bad. But it would hinder her from doing most of her housework and getting around. Both Sharon and I had keys so I let myself in. it was while I was preparing her room for her that I made my discovery. I was looking for some sheets to put on her bed. I wanted to have everything fresh and clean when she came home. I remembered a flowery set that she loved and I was going through the closets to find it. I came upon a small bag in the back of one of her closets. I pulled it out. When I opened the bag, I was shocked. Inside the bag I found an assortment of adult toys. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I pulled the things out and laid them on the bed. 

My mind reeled as I touched each item. The larger vibrator was slightly curved. It had the head of a dick at the tip and when I touched the button, it whirred to life. There was a smaller one in it that was stubby and thinner. Three dildos of different sizes and lengths along with one that was obviously made to take care of both holes at the same time. There were a few clamps that I knew were nipple and clit clamps. But the shocking thing I found was the enema bag. The nozzle was shaped more like one of the dildos, than the long straight nozzle I had seen as a child. I remembered the enema bag. As a child, that was aunt Mildred’s solution for most ailments. If Sharon or I got a cold, upset stomach or any of the other childhood ailments, it most often ended in an enema. The last items in the bag were an even bigger shock. Aunt Mildred had three different sized butt plugs. I sat there staring at the assortment of toys. 

I had never thought about Aunt Mildred sexually. I mean, I guess I did but not consciously. However, after seeing the assortment of her toys, my mind began to think about what she would look like as she used them. Aunt Mildred was about 53. She had always been a homemaker. Her husband had died early in their marriage, but he had left her very well off. She never remarried. As I thought about it, I began to put some of the things that had happened during our childhood together. Aunt Mildred was like the queen in our house. Even mom didn’t argue when she put her foot down about something. Mom and Aunt Mildred shared a bedroom up until Sharon and I were about 10 and 13. Mom always seemed to have some kind of ailment that caused her to get Aunt Mildred’s special attention. I felt my dick starting to grow. Aunt Mildred was not a bad looking woman.

At 53, she still had somewhat of a firm body. Her tits filled her bra to overflowing. She wore the types of clothes that you saw older women wear. You know, the straight skirts, lace blouses, stockings with garter belts and high heels. I had to admit, she always looked classy. I remember how men used to follow her with their eyes as she walked down the street. I found some X-rated movies stuck in the back of her closet. That night, I lay in her bed, surrounded with her toys. I couldn’t help thinking about Aunt Mildred as I stroked my hard dick to two fantastic climaxes. And all the time, it was my dick that was pumping into her pussy. I used her vibrators to rub all over my hard dick and swollen balls. And as the stream of thick cum shot from the tip of my dick, it was Aunt Mildred's name that I cried out.

I brought Aunt Mildred from the hospital. She was able to walk but it was slow going. When she got into the house, I took her up to her bedroom and helped her get comfortable. I took her shoes off and massaged her feet. All the time, my eyes kept going up her legs to the hem of her skirt. When she tried to take her blouse off, she winced in pain. I told her that I would have to undress her. When she began to protest, I reminded her that I had seen her naked more than a few times when we were small. I unbuttoned her blouse with shaking fingers. Yes, I had seen Aunt Mildred naked when I was smaller and younger. But the raging hardon I had now was not the dick of a little boy. By the time my fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, I was almost hyperventilating. Aunt Mildred looked at me in the mirror.

When I had the clasp undone, she shrugged her shoulders and the bra slipped off. My eyes locked onto the mirror as I saw her tits as a grown man. They seemed so full and round. The areolas were as big as silver dollars and her nipples were puckered. They seemed to stick out at least a half inch. Aunt Mildred snickered. “Why Alvin, I would think you had never seen a pair of tits before?” I stammered some kind of answer. “No! I’ve seen tits before. It’s just that, well..” Aunt Mildred laughed. Then she winced in pain again. “Don’t make me laugh, it hurts. The doctors said I should take hot baths and try back rubs to make my back feel better. Would you be a dear and run me a hot bath? I think I can take the rest of my clothes off by myself.” 

I could hear her laughter as I ran her bath. By the time I came back into the bedroom, Aunt Mildred was wearing one of her bathrobes. “Do you think you can get in the tub by yourself?” Aunt Mildred looked at me. The look she gave me made me feel like she was undressing me. “If I have any trouble, I’ll call you.” She smiled as she walked pass me and I watched her ass sway as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I could only imagine what the rest of her looked like as she slipped out of her robe and stepped into the tub. I had given her a bubble bath.

I went to the kitchen and made her a cup of tea. Aunt Mildred called me and I went back to her bedroom. I knocked on the bathroom door. “Alvin, could you come and wash my back?” I stepped into the bathroom. The whole room was steamy. It felt like a sauna in there. My clothes stuck to my body. I walked to the tub and stared down at my aunt. I could see her tits all covered with suds. “Does the hot water help?” I took the washcloth and soaped it up. Aunt Mildred leaned forward and I began to wash her back. A soft moan escaped her lips. “Oh Alvin, that feels so good.” The way she had said it, it came out more like a moan of passion. I felt my dick jump inside my pants. “Do you remember when I used to give you and Sharon your baths?” I laughed at the thought. I had to tell her that I was too old to be given baths when I reached 12. “Yea, I remember.”

“I wasn’t able to wash my feet and legs. When I tried to bend it hurt. Would you wash them for me?” I knelt on the floor next to the tub and reached into the water. Grasping one of her ankles, I lifted it up and began to wash it. Aunt Mildred kept her eyes glued on mine as I washed her. “I remember that you stopped me from washing you when you were about 12. That was about the time you first started getting hardons.” 

“Aunt Mildred!” Aunt Mildred began to laugh. “Oh don’t be so shocked. I did the laundry remember. You had more cum spots on your sheets than a little bit. Do you still jerk off as much as you did then?” My hand had gotten as far as her knee. “Don’t stop! If your going to take care of me, give me a good washing.” I let my hand continue to wash her thigh, working higher and higher. 

Aunt Mildred bent her knee and inched forward. My hand was now washing close to her crotch. I felt my fingers brush against her cunt and I jerked my hand back. Aunt Mildred stopped me and looked at my face. “Look Alvin! I can guess you’re kind of embarrassed at having to take care of me like this? But we’re not little children. I’m a grown woman and you’re a grown man. I know you’ve seen women naked. Think of me as a woman you’re giving a bath to. If you’re this embarrassed by just washing me, how are you going to be able to rub me down with oil when we’re through? I tell you what. I won’t be embarrassed by the big hardon you have. You don’t be embarrassed by my nudity. Deal?” She had put it so matter of fact I had to laugh. “Deal!” I told her to lay back. She lay back in the tub and the sudsy water swallowed her tits. This time, as I washed her other leg, I let the washcloth wash her cunt also. 

When I washed her cunt, Aunt Mildred opened her thighs wider and pushed her hips forward. I washed her cunt slower and more carefully than the other parts of her legs. And Aunt Mildred sighed when I finished. I even took the hint and washed the rest of her body. When I got to her tits, I couldn’t help but take my time. I lavished each tit as she lay with her eyes closed. The rapid increase in her breathing told me that she was being affected by my attention. Even though I was using the washcloth, I was squeezing and pulling on her tits like I would a girlfriend’s. And I could feel Aunt Mildred pushing her tits against my hand. Aunt Mildred opened her eyes and looked at me. “I think you had better help me stand up. The shower will rinse the soap off me and then you can help me dry off.” I helped her stand and even with the soap clinging to her body I could see that she had at least taken care of herself. 

The water slipped down her body. Droplets of water clung to her nipples. She had a slight bulge in her belly but it didn’t take away from her overall beauty. Aunt Mildred’s thighs showed some of her weight with small ripples in her smooth skin. But they were thick and meaty. She had a large patch of thick black hair between her thighs. I helped her out of the tub and she stood still while I toweled her dry. Then I held her arm as I helped her into the bedroom. The house was warm and yet I could still see small goose bumps on her skin. I sat Aunt Mildred down on the bed. She told me what bottle of oil I should use. As I got the bottle, she rolled over and lay on her stomach. I couldn’t help but gaze at the twin charcoal colored globes that stuck up in the air. My thoughts went back to the butt plugs and enema bag I had seen. I walked over to Aunt Mildred and starting at her shoulders began to oil her body.

I had gotten no further than her shoulders when she stopped me. “Alvin, you going to get your clothes all messed up.” I would have taken them off gladly, but then I wouldn’t have been able to hide my throbbing hardon. It was bad enough that the bulge was so noticeable. “That’s all right. They’re old clothes and the oil should wash out.” Aunt Mildred laid her head on the pillow facing away from me. I was glad. I moved my dick to a more comfortable position and massaged the oil into her arm. Then I did the other arm. Next I worked on her back. She had me go real slow and massage the oil in real good. When I reached the small of her back I hesitated. “Go ahead Alvin. That feels so good, I want you to do my whole body. It’s been years since I had a good rubdown.” Aunt Mildred opened her legs slightly. I could see down the crack of her ass to her pouting pussy lips.

“Why don’t you heat the oil up a little bit? I bet it will feel even better warm.” I ran hot water over the bottle. All the time, looking thru the door at her lying there. I rubbed the bulge in my pants. Damn! Looking at her naked body was driving me nuts. I took the bottle back to the bed and dribbled some oil on Aunt Mildred’s ass cheeks. “Mmmm! That feels so much better.” Work it in good, Alvin.” I straddled her legs and began to work the oil into her soft skin. My body moved up and down her thighs as I rubbed the oil in. I had on jeans and the rough material was rubbing her soft skin. “Alvin! Your pants are scraping my thighs. Please take them off?” I looked at her back. if I took my pants off, there was no way I could hide my hard dick. “Alvin, don’t be childish. I’ve seen you naked lots of times. The only difference is that now you’re grown.” I laughed. “Yes I am grown. I have to admit Aunt Mildred, looking at you like this is giving me thoughts I shouldn’t have about my own aunt.”

Aunt Mildred took a deep breath. “If it will make you feel better, I promise not to look. Now please hurry before the house cools off.” I got off the bed and pushed my pants down. The front of my drawers were wet where the tip of my dick had been dripping pre-cum. hesitantly I climbed back on the bed. I just knew she could feel my dick rubbing against her thighs. I began to rub the warm oil into her ass cheeks. “Harder Alvin. I promise, I won’t break.” I began to rub the oil in harder. I kneaded and squeezed her ass cheeks as I worked it in. And Aunt Mildred would sigh and lift her ass up off the bed. I dribbled some oil into her crack and began to work it into her skin. Every time I spread her open, her dark puckered hole winked at me. All I could think about was the double-pronged dildo and her butt plugs. Did she really use them on her asshole?

My fingers were working the oil into the creases of skin between her thighs. And Aunt Mildred opened her thighs even wider. When my finger slipped along the folds of her pussy lips, I heard her gasp. Since she didn’t protest, I worked my hands along her crotch until my thumbs were working in and out the opening of her pussy. With each touch, Aunt Mildred would gasp, but she never told me to stop. I worked further down her thigh and she let out a big sigh. I did the backs of her thighs and legs and then I oiled her ankles and feet. “Uh, do you want me to do the front too?” I knew that if she turned over, the game was up. My dick was so hard it hurt. And I would lose it the minute I saw her hairy cunt. “Alvin, would you go and get a hand towel for me.” I couldn’t imagine why she needed one but I got up and got one. Not without massaging my throbbing dick while I was in the bathroom.

“I’m going to cover my face. I promised you I wouldn’t embarrass you.” Aunt Mildred slipped the towel over her face as she turned over. But not before she took a good look at the size of my bulge. This time she opened her legs wide and I knelt between them. Her tits were huge. They flopped to her sides but I could see that her nipples were hard. And they were even bigger than when she was in the tub. Looking down at her cunt, I could see that she was wet. Her pussy lips looked so juicy and swollen. I poured oil on her shoulders and began to rub. When I got to her tits, I molded, knead and worked from the base to the tip. When I got to her nipple, I pinched and pulled it. “Harder Alvin! If you’re gonna massage them, make me feel it.” I stared down at the towel across her face. if she wanted it harder, then I would give it to her.

I began massaging with a vengeance. Aunt Mildred was soon moaning and mewing as I worked. The bulge in my drawers was pushed against her crotch. I knew she could feel my throbbing. When I got to her nipples, instead of just pinching and pulling, I began to twist them. ‘That’s it Alvin! Just like that!” I could hear her hard breathing. And I could feel her pushing her cunt against my dick. At one point, I pulled her nipples until her whole tit lifted. I pinched and twisted as I pulled. I can still hear the way she reacted. “Oh Alvin!” Her moan made me let go. “No honey! Don’t stop.” I smiled as my hands once again gripped her tit. I let them slide up until I once again had her nipples. This time I twisted and pulled even harder. Aunt Mildred almost lifted off the bed but she didn’t cry out. Suddenly I felt her humping her pussy hard against my dick. “Yes! Oh yes!” she moaned.

I let her nipples go. Aunt Mildred had cum while I pinched and pulled her nipples. Then with a sigh, she said “finish oiling me”. I made quick work of oiling her stomach. But instead of starting at her hips, I started at her feet. I oiled one leg and worked my hands and fingers up her thigh. This time when my fingers touched her cunt, I pushed my middle finger deep inside her cunt. Aunt Mildred moaned and pushed her pussy down on my finger. I pulled my finger out and pushed in two fingers. Aunt Mildred humped against my fingers a few times and sighed deeply. Then I did the other leg. I did the same thing when I got to her cunt again. This time I fingered her openly. And aunt Mildred humped my finger until she came with a loud whimper. “Oh Alvin! Yes! Oh Alvin! Yes! Yes!” 

I got up off the bed. “Leave the towel over your face.” I went to the closet and found the bag of toys. When I got back, Aunt Mildred lay just like I had left her. The sheets at her cunt showed how wet her cunt had gotten. I took the vibrator and just as it touched her clit, I flicked it on. Aunt Mildred almost jumped from the bed. “Oh fuck! You found my toys, you naughty boy!” I could tell from her voice that she liked it. I played the vibrator over her cunt and paid special attention to her clit. Aunt Mildred reached down and her fingers pulled her pussy lips apart. “Did you like my toys? Did you see all of them?” I was breathing pretty hard myself by now. All pretense of this being just a rub down were gone. I was playing with my aunt’s pussy and she was not only letting me, she was encouraging me. I took things to where I had wanted them to go since last night.

“Yes Aunt Mildred, I did see all of your toys. And I’m going to use each and every one of them. I’ll be gentle since your back hurts. But first, there’s something I gotta do or go crazy.” I bent down and my nose inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. After taking a deep whiff, I let my tongue stick out. I licked the length of her slit. Aunt Mildred cupped the back of my head. “Oh Alvin! It’s been a long time since I had this pussy licked. Come on baby, give it to me!” With those words of encouragement, I gave her a royal cunt lapping. I sucked her swollen lips, nibbled her clit and licked my tongue deep within her dripping cunt. Aunt Mildred grew wetter than any other woman I had fucked. And her pussy juice seemed so much sweeter. Aunt Mildred screamed her climax as she filled my mouth with her thick crème. When I looked up, she had pulled the towel from her face. “Come kiss me. I want to taste my pussy from your lips.”

Aunt Mildred licked all her juice from my face. The kiss she gave me was deeper than any the young girls gave me. I felt her tugging at my drawers. I got up from the bed and slipped them off. Aunt Mildred grasped my dick and pulled me to the bed. I watched as she moved over and my dick entered her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm and she licked and sucked me deep into her mouth. I stood looking down at the most beautiful sight. This was a fantasy come true. I was standing in my aunt’s bedroom. She had her mouth gripping my dick and I had just finished drinking her hot pussy. “Remember how you used to give me and Sharon enemas whenever we were sick? Well now you’re sick and it’s my turn.” Aunt Mildred didn’t stop sucking my dick; she just opened her eyes and looked up at me. “That’s right! I’m gonna work that tube up your ass and fill you just like you loved filling me and Sharon.




Aunt Mildred's Secret



I stepped back and my dick pulled from her sucking mouth with a pop. “Alvin!” Aunt Mildred had a sly smile on her face. “You wouldn’t do that to your poor helpless aunt? Why, with my back hurt like this, I wouldn’t be able to stop you from pushing that long tube deep in my asshole. I couldn’t even stop you from using one of my butt plugs to make me keep it in. I would be totally helpless.” I smiled down at her and stroked my hard dick. “Yes Aunt Mildred. You would be just as helpless as Sharon and I were when you did it to us. We even heard you sometimes when you made mom take an enema. Did you like doing it to her too?” I placed the vibrator on her clit and turned it on. Aunt mildred humped her pussy against it. When she didn’t answer, I pushed it into her pussy. Like I said, it was slightly curved and slid in real easy.

Aunt Mildred’s pussy took almost the entire vibrator. The look on her face told me she loved it. Aunt Mildred looked up at me. “You want to know what I did to your mom? Yes! I used to give her the same type of enema I gave you and your sister. Only I would make her hold it in. I would massage her stomach and pinch her nipples while she twisted and squirmed. Is that what you wanted to hear? I even used one of my butt plugs in her ass. And she used to do the same thing to me.” I looked down at my aunt. As bad as I wanted to fuck her, I decided to wait. “I’m going to take a shower. When I come back, I’ll give you your muscle relaxer.” Aunt Mildred smiled. “I think you already gave me my muscle relaxer. But I’ll gladly take some more.” I chuckled as I entered the bathroom. Even the cold water couldn’t deflate my hardon.

I finished, dried off and walked back into the bedroom. I didn’t bother to put on any clothes and Aunt Mildred’s eyes followed me. I walked to the kitchen and got her medicine and a drink for me. I came back and made Aunt mildred take her medicine. Then I positioned myself alongside her in her bed. I put my arm around her and pulled her into me. Aunt Mildred's hand found my dick and she wrapped it around the shaft. I kissed her lips as her hand softly squeezed my hard dick. “Tell me Aunt Mildred, what would you have done if it had been Sharon who had come to take care of you?” Aunt Mildred chuckled. “Why, I would have seduced her just like I seduced you. Although, I have to admit, it wouldn’t have taken much. You see, Sharon comes to visit me often. By the way, are you still fucking her?” I almost choked on my drink. How did she know? Did Sharon tell her?

“Oh don’t look so shocked. I knew about you two when you were teenagers. How could I miss the cum stains on her sheets? I even use to peek at the two of you. Remember that the bathroom door joined both bedrooms?” I couldn’t believe it. Aunt Mildred knew that Sharon and I used to fuck each other as teenagers. I was the guy who took her cherry. “Sometimes! But it’s hard when we live in different states and she’s married with kids of her own. But really Aunt Mildred, did you really seduce her?” Aunt Mildred looked at me and smiled. “Well, it’s more like she seduced me. But Alvin, do you really intend to do the things to me you said?” I looked at her. She really wanted me to do the things I had said I would do. “How’s your back feel?” Aunt mildred kissed my cheek. “I feel good enough to do this.” She moved down on the bed and I again felt her lips circle my dick. She had it hard in no time. I have had many women suck my dick. Some young and some old! But nobody ever sucked it like Aunt Mildred did. I grabbed handfuls of sheet as my dick exploded in her mouth. And she swallowed every drop. We fell asleep in each other arms.

I woke up early the next morning. I was fixing breakfast when the phone rang. It was Sharon and she asked about Aunt Mildred. I told her that the fall hadn’t been that bad. That Aunt Mildred had just sprained her back a bit and I would be staying about a week until she felt better. I told her Aunt Mildred was sleeping and I would call her back when she was awake. Sharon chuckled and told me to take very good care of Aunt Mildred. I told her I intended to do just that. She said she would be able to come down in about two weeks and asked me to please stay until she got there. She hinted at us having some time to ourselves when she did. My dick throbbed at the thought. One of the things Sharon loved, was taking it in the ass. That way, she never had to worry about getting pregnant.

When I took her breakfast up to her, Aunt Mildred was lying back on her pillows. I sat sipping my coffee while she ate. “So honey, what are we going to do today?” I sat and looked at her. The nightgown she wore exposed her tits to my view. And the way it opened at her thighs, I could see that she still wore no panties. “Well, you’re going to finish your breakfast. Then I’m going to lay you back and lick that pussy. After I make you cum, I’m gonna fix you up with a very special enema.” I could see the gleam of lust in her eyes. “What type of special enema?” instead of answering her, I only laughed. I licked her pussy until she filled my mouth with her hot crème, and the room with her cries. Then, as she lay on her back, her chest heaving, I went into the bathroom. I had already put her bag in there. She could hear me running the water. “Don’t make it too hot or too cold.” I laughed. “I remember how it’s suppose to be. You gave it to me enough.”

When I came back into the room, aunt Mildred’s eyes glued on the enema bag. It was so full it bulged to the point of bursting. ‘Alvin! Surely you don’t expect to put all that in me?” I looked at her. “Not all of it. Just, as much as you can take. Now turn on your side Aunt Mildred.” She didn’t turn over right away. Instead she started to protest. I hooked the bag on the edge of her bed and opened the closet. I held up one of her butt plugs. “The more you protest, the longer it takes, the longer you’ll have to hold it in.” Aunt mildred sighed and turned on her side. I pushed her nightgown up and used my fingers to spread her cheeks. I dabbed some Vaseline at her asshole and rubbed some more along the tube. “This tube is shaped more like a thin dick. Is this the one you use on Sharon?” I slowly pushed the tube up into her puckered hole. Instead of letting the water flow thru right away, I fucked her with it.

“Oh Alvin! You’re making it feel so good.” Aunt Mildred moved her ass in time with my soft thrust. “You do this to Sharon when she comes here, don’t you?” Aunt Mildred moaned and nodded her head. “Just like you use your dick to fuck her in the ass. She told me all about it.” I flicked the little catch and the warm water flowed from the tub. “Oh Alvin! I feel it filling me. Oh! It’s been so long. It’s not like when I give it to myself.” I reached around and began to slowly rub her stomach. I could feel it beginning to swell as her ass filled. “Alvin, it’s too much. Stop! Alvin, your letting too much go in me.” I stopped the flow and as I eased the tub free, I pushed the plug into place. Aunt Mildred, her stomach poked out like some starving child lay on her stomach whimpering. “Alvin please! Help me get to the bathroom. I won’t be able to hold this much in for long.” I stepped around so that she could see me. “This time I’m gonna let you off easy. But later on tonight, you’ll hold it a lot longer. Do you hear me Aunt Mildred?” in a whimpering voice, she answered me. “Yes Alvin. Whatever you say.”

I helped Aunt Mildred to the bathroom and closed the door. Then I went to the other bathroom and washed up. When I came back, Aunt Mildred was sitting on the side of the bed. She looked up at me and sighed. “My stomach hurts like hell. But I feel better than I have in a long time. Maybe later we can use some of the other toys I have.” I was unzipping my pants as I walked towards her. “Oh yea, Aunt Mildred. I intend to use all your toys. And when Sharon gets here, we’ll both use them.” her moan as my dick slipped into her mouth let me know that she understood our relationship completely. That was two years ago and Aunt Mildred and I get together often. I have even been able to see more of my sister.



Aunt Missy



I was a lucky kid. When I was 18, my best friend "Dave" lived next door, and he had a pool, and a bunch of cute older cousins who used to enjoy coming over. But I have to admit, I really had a crush on his mother, "Missy." I called her "Aunt Missy," because she had known my parents when they moved here, and had looked after some of the other neighborhood kids and me, especially after Dave was born. She was 36, but had the face of a 30-year-old and the body of a 20-year-old. There was talk around town (mostly by bitter old ladies) that she had appeared in a girlie magazine. But if she did, it must have been awhile ago, since we tried in vain to find a copy. The closest I ever got was an auto parts calendar that had run a few years back in the area, and I masturbated to her constantly. She was the best Miss April ever.

One really hot summer day, I ambled over to chill out and watch TV with Dave, and maybe play some cards or video games. Just in case, of course, I brought a gym bag with a towel, a swimsuit and an air mattress, but it would have been rude, and a little obvious, to have just come over ready to swim. Besides, I was the only guy who could even challenge Joey's high scores, and I knew I was getting good enough to beat him.

When I knocked on the door, Missy answered and smiled. "Oh, hi, Joey!" she said. I was a short kid, and she was tall enough that her lovely chest was right at eye level. I had to look up and make eye contact quickly, and I think I succeeded. If I didn't, she didn't seem all that upset. Then again, maybe she found it flattering. "Hi, Aunt Missy," I said. "Is Dave still here?"

She looked a bit sad and sympathetic. "Oh, you should have called. He left for football fantasy camp this morning. He'll be gone for two weeks."

I was bummed out. "Aw, man..." I said, without thinking. Realizing I should probably be a little more polite, I added, "Well, you're right. I really shoulda called, and I'm sorry about that. Was he excited about going?"

"He was. Sorry he didn't tell you before, but we decided to surprise him," she answered.

"That's really cool, though," I said. 

"Oh, I think he's really going to enjoy it," she started, but then stopped and said, "Say, if you'd like to come in for a soda or something...I'd hate to just leave you out on that hot doorstep." She tossed her head slightly, just ruffling her long, luxurious golden hair. Now, I lived right next door, so it wasn't a big deal or anything, but on the other hand, here was a chance to spend a little time with Aunt Missy. I mean, even though I knew even then that it was just a crush, she was cool to talk to, and very, very nice to look at. She was wearing Daisy Duke shorts (this was back when "The Dukes Of Hazzard" was a first-run show, and those shorts were still a wee bit scandalous, especially for a recent divorcee), a pink tie-dye top stretched tight over her boobs, and no bra! "That sounds great, Aunt Missy," I said, and stepped through the doorway into the air conditioning. That was another thing I always liked about her—she kept her house really cool in the summertime. In addition to being comfortable, it meant I got to steal a look at her hard nipples. I tried not to get caught, but there were times when I was pretty sure she knew and just didn't say anything.

She got out a two-liter bottle of cola and poured us each a glass over a couple of ice cubes. We sat in the dining room, overlooking the pool, and talked about Dave's summer camp, and how his father was doing. They'd split up because he was always out on trucking runs, and she couldn't deal with a long-distance relationship. It was an amicable divorce, though my parents always said she took him to the cleaners. She did get to keep the house, and she had had a lot of improvements made, including the in-ground pool. Obviously, she was doing okay.

As we finished our sodas, she said, "Hey, if you'd like to have a swim while you're here, be my guest." She said it nonchalantly, as she always did, just being a good host, but she might as well have sung it. I tried to be just as cool about it, but...well, it was a hot day. "Sure, that sounds great!"

"You can go ahead and change in the bathroom," she said. "Do you need a suit, or...?"

"I, uh, brought one," I said, a little sheepish.

"I figured as much," she said, but her tone was not at all offended—more "boys will be boys" than anything else, the same way she acted when she caught me staring at her. "Go get changed." I didn't wait for her to say it again, and grabbed my suit out of the bag. It was really a pair of purple bike shorts; I liked being able to move through the water as if wearing Speedos, but without the same naked feeling.

When I got out onto the pool deck, I froze. Aunt Missy had found my air mattress, and was blowing it up. It was a really big, thick, transparent float, but she'd already made a lot of headway. She hadn't heard me over her own breathing and exhaling into the plastic toy, and I took the opportunity to gawk for awhile at her big bulging breasts heaving, and her lips wrapped around the inflation nozzle. Then I realized I was getting a really obvious erection. Why hadn't I brought my board shorts? I grabbed my towel to hide it, and made a little noise to let her know I was there.

"Oh, hey, Joey," she said, turning around. "I hope you don't mind that I started blowing up your float."

"Oh, no, no big deal. It's really nice of you," I said, trying to sound casual. "I, uh, figured I'd bring it over so I wouldn't have to mooch one of yours." My cock was throbbing behind the towel.

"That's very sweet of you," she said, and smiled. Did she look down at my crotch for just an instant? 

"Why don't you go ahead and get wet while I finish this off?"

I smiled a little shakily, and stepped out to the edge of the pool, holding onto my towel until the last possible moment as I stepped in. If Dave were here, I would have done a cannonball into the deep end to try to splash him as much as possible, but somehow, I didn't think that would be appreciated. I swam around the deep end of the pool, where I could look like I was relaxing without making it quite as obvious that I was watching her inflate my float. She was definitely in good shape, though; it couldn't have been more than five minutes or so before the toy was tautly full of air and shining in the sun. My erection was mostly gone, too, which was actually mildly disappointing now, since I knew she couldn't see it in the water. She blew one last delicious breath of air into the bulging vinyl, and capped it off—with her tongue. My eyes almost bugged out of my head, and I hoped she had missed it.

"All yours if you want it," she said (!), laying the float by the water's edge within easy reach. "I don't know about you, but that took a lot out of me. I think I'll get some sun, and a little rest, if you don't mind."

"Um, thank you for blowing up my lounge, Aunt Missy," I said, trying to just sound polite and not aroused. "It was really nice of you."

"You're welcome, Joey," she said warmly. I didn't know what I was hearing in her voice, but I knew I really liked it. She was flushed from the effort—that float was really big—and the color in her cheeks really turned me on. I tried to get back to my swimming, and mostly succeeded. I did a few laps to work off my tension, and had just paused when I heard the back door close. I looked up, and she was wearing a very skimpy white bikini, and I felt my erection return in the sun-warmed water. The bottom clung to her rounded flanks, showing them off beautifully, and her big breasts fetchingly overflowed the strained top. Even though it was brutally hot outside the pool, her nipples were prominent under the sheer fabric. Her toned, buxom body was already tan, but this would let in all the sun she needed.

She smiled at her effect on me, and asked, as if she needed to, "What do you think, Joey?" She strutted across the deck to her lounge chair, almost as if she were modeling.

I knew my face was really red, but I hoped she wouldn't mind. "You look great, Aunt Missy," I said. I meant it, but I was trying not to mean it too much.

She beamed. "Flatterer." She sat down on the lounge, leaning over a low table with a drawer that held a couple of magazines. As she did, her cleavage seemed to grow with the effect of gravity. She picked a magazine and put the rest back in the drawer, then withdrew a small bottle of suntan lotion, and started rubbing it on her exquisite skin, slathering the oily liquid on her arms, her plump thighs and well-formed calves, and her curvy waist and hips. I tried to swim and watch at the same time, with mixed results, but my cock wasn't going down anytime soon, that was for sure. "Say, Joey, I hate to impose, but would you mind putting some suntan lotion on my back?"

I blushed even more deeply. "You don't have to..." she said.

"Oh, no, it's no problem at all," I said, a bit too quickly. "I was thinking I needed a bit of rest anyway, so it's cool." Oh, I was being really casual about this, unless she was actually paying attention. "You're so sweet," she said. As I got closer, I realized I hadn't brought my towel, but she seemed not to notice my raging hard-on.

She folded the back of her chaise flat, and lay on her chest. I could just barely see the gentle curves of her beautiful bouncy breasts flattened underneath her, and I swallowed hard, hoping she didn't hear. I squirted a little suntan lotion on my hands and began to lightly rub it on to her soft skin. The scents of coconut, chlorine, and—I was convinced—my arousal filled the air. "Oh, you don't have to be that gentle," she said teasingly.

I was almost shaking as I rubbed a little more firmly. "Ohhhhh, that's perfect," she half-moaned. I thought I was going to orgasm in my shorts right then, but somehow I managed to relax enough to keep going. Then she asked, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Joey, but would you mind untying my top? I like to have an even tan, and the strings never tan through." Did I mind? It was a dream come true! I just wished I wasn't totally spazzing with embarrassment. I untied the strings as she asked, for some reason still acting as though I were handling eggshells. They fell away, leaving the exquisite smooth tan color of her back uninterrupted from the dimples of her butt (which the bottoms didn't quite hide) to the honey-blonde hair she had brushed to one side.

I rubbed in some more sunscreen where her top had (barely) been, until she sighed happily. "Mmmm, that's perfect. Now, I can really relax. Thank you *yawn* so much..." She smiled back at me...and looked right at my swollen crotch. "Though... it looks like you enjoyed it too."

"Ahhh..." I started, panicking. "I mean, I'm..."

She shushed me, and started to turn around, but (unfortunately) remembered her top was untied, so she held it over her beautiful globes, and turned halfway. I couldn't help looking as much as I could. 

"It's okay, Joey. You're all grown up now, and it's perfectly natural to be...aroused," she said. Then she looked down at my stiff member again. "And it's flattering, to be honest."

I relaxed a little at that, but still felt as though I'd been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. "I'm glad you're not offended, Aunt Missy..." I said.

"Of course not, dear. You've become a man, that's all. Sometimes, that means things get...a little hard," she said, her smooth alto voice keeping my blood pumping furiously. She laughed and turned back over, adjusting herself. "Why don't you have another dip in the pool and relax a little bit while I take a nap? If you want, we can talk more about it later." No guy my age could relax after all that, especially with the thought of talking more about sexual arousal with a busty blonde twice his age. The fact that this was my best friend's mom made it all that much more exciting. I swam about, trying to make my erection go away, and failing miserably. The sun had now warmed the water to the point where I didn't even shrink when I got back in, and as my heart rate went up, I felt my cock throb with each beat. I decided what I needed was a nap of my own, so I got some suntan lotion, coating my back the best I could, and lay down on the huge, thick lounge Aunt Missy had blown up for me.

That was a big mistake. Now, I was floating, bobbing up and down, with a cushion of air pressing right against my member—and it was full of Aunt Missy's hot breaths. I couldn't resist rubbing it a little. Then, I realized that this was a good opportunity to take care of myself. Aunt Missy was asleep, and the yard had a very high privacy fence, so nobody would see if I played. I started humping the huge lounge, and felt myself begin to respond. It was exquisite!

I was high enough, though, that after just a few minutes, my swim shorts began to dry out. The Lycra fabric dried quickly, which made them perfect for biking—and even for swimming, but it also cooled me off, in a way that was no longer of any use. While part of me screamed that this was a bad idea and could easily get me in a lot of trouble, I peeled the shorts down, but didn't take them off, so I could pull them up quickly if I needed to. Then I slathered suntan lotion on my butt, and even more on my cock, which returned to attention. Heart in my throat, I "relaxed" back down onto the blown-up luxury of my float, and began to rub against it again. I stared at Aunt Missy's pert buttocks and bare back for awhile, reveled in the sight of her tan skin glistening with lotion and a light sheen of perspiration in the sun—and just the faint curve of her bosom pressing against the fabric of the lounge and bulging out from underneath her--then closed my eyes...and started to imagine she was under me as I rode the lounge faster and harder...

A gasp shook me out of my fantasy, and I opened my eyes to see Aunt Missy watching me rub myself on my float. I was so busted!

"Joey, what are you doing?" she asked, sounding shocked. Oh, this was it. She'd literally caught me with my pants down. I freaked, freezing in place. I knew she was going to throw me out, and possibly even tell someone. I'd never get to come back here. "Well?" she asked.

"A—Aunt Missy, I'm so sorry..." I stammered. "I just got kinda carried away. I'm really, really sorry..." Her eyes went from wide to narrow, a look my own mother had had from time to time. But then she recovered, put her hands on her beautifully rounded hips and shook her head. "Joey, I should have expected this. I'm as much to blame as you are, I suppose." She got up from the lounge, having already tied her top back into place. Her hand rested on the table for a second, and I thought I saw her pick up something shiny, but her hands were empty as she walked into the water. Meanwhile, my erection remained unrepentantly stiff, still nestled into the air-filled vinyl. I reached down to pull my shorts up, but she laughed. "Don't you think it's a little late for that, Joey? I know what you've been doing."

I turned white under my sunscreen. "Please don't tell anyone," I pleaded softly. I tried not to move. "Mmmmm... I could," she said, as if considering it. "Of course, then I'd probably have to explain what I was doing having you rub suntan lotion on my bare back." She shook her pretty head, tossing her beautiful golden hair from side to side. "No, I won't tell. But..." she pursed her full, pouty lips. "You've been a very naughty boy, Joey..."

"I'll never do it again, Aunt Missy, I promise," I said. Of course, I probably would have been a lot more convincing if my hips weren't flexing again every so often, involuntarily keeping my cock hard. "Ohhhhh, Joey, we both know that's not true. You have certain urges around women you find attractive," she said, her tone at once understanding and sexy. "It's only natural. But you need to learn to be more discreet..." I was leaking precum, and wondering what was going to happen next. "Uh huh...uh, yes, of course, you're right," I said quickly.

"And more honest. You almost got away with jacking yourself off in front of me without me even knowing. Even Dave's never tried that," she said—though there was just a touch of grudging admiration in her soft voice.

A tiny groan escaped my lips, but I nodded wordlessly. I was too aroused for words. She smiled at me and moved toward the float. We were both in shallow water, and she reached my side just as the water got up to her bikini top. "You poor dear," she said. "You really look like you need to finish..." she pulled something from her waistband—a metal mechanical pencil. "On the other hand, I really shouldn't let such a naughty act go unpunished."

"What...what are you going to do with that?" I asked, trying not to pump my cock against the inflatable she had blown up so beautifully.

She reached up with her empty hand and groped my float. It was big enough that I was looking down on her now, into her bountiful cleavage. "Normally, I keep a pencil or two out here to do word puzzles with," she said. "Right now, I find myself wondering what would happen if one got too close to a big bouncy pool toy."

My member squirted a little—past precum, but not quite a full-on climax. "Oh, please don't..." I whispered.

Aunt Missy licked her lips and stretched, basking in the sun and closing her eyes for a second. As she did, I realized that her top wasn't lined, and I could see her browned nipples quite clearly through the wet fabric! She finished her stretch, and trained her jewel-like blue eyes on mine mischievously. "Don't what?" she asked. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. And I don't know what you're going to do. Maybe you'll keep fucking your blowup toy until you cum, or maybe you'll stop." I almost did right then—this was definitely the first time I'd ever heard her talk dirty. "And maybe I'll just watch...or maybe I'll..." she brought the pencil up to the toy, just barely dimpling the soft vinyl with it. "...puncture it."

I felt another spurt escape my engorged cock, and I couldn't resist starting up again, looking guiltily into her eyes. I was so close, and already in trouble. "But you blew it up soooo well," I said. I meant it, but I was also trying to save my toy. It had cost me quite a bit of money from my part-time job. "Mmmmhmmmhmmmm, yes, I did," she said, chuckling agreement. "And I'll bet you loved watching me do it, didn't you?

"Oh, yes..." I said, pumping shamelessly.

"Did you like my tits bouncing and heaving as I puffed it up for you?" she asked, taking in a deep breath of air as she finished.

"I...I loved it..." I panted.

As I watched, she reached for the nozzle again. It was right above the level of her mouth as it bobbed up and down, so she grabbed the float to steady it, and pulled the valve open with her teeth. She looked smolderingly at me as she covered it with her lips, and she forced more air into the sun-heated vinyl toy. I thrust carefully to keep from pulling the float out of her mouth, and to keep the pencil, which was in the hand she had on top of the toy, from penetrating the vulnerable pumped-up plastic. I was going to cum any moment, and we both knew it.

Finally, she plugged the cap back in again, and stood back to admire her handiwork. As he pulled the metal pencil away, I breathed a sigh of relief, and kept riding the toy, a bit more vigorously now that she wasn't threatening it. "You look like you're about to finish," she said, smiling wryly. She waded closer again, this time pressing her beautiful breasts against the taut vinyl. "You'd better hurry up."

I could feel the warmth and pressure building up in my balls, and I knew she was right. "What happens...ohhhh...if I don't, Aunt...Missy?" I asked.

"You ask too many questions, cutie," she said huskily, and brought the pencil back to the beautifully plump surface of the inflatable. She slid it between her breasts teasingly and winked, and then pressed it down on the surface of the float, dimpling the vinyl, until *Pft!* it sank in, and she withdrew it. My poor toy began to hiss loudly, and my eyes grew wide. I hurriedly put a finger over it to stop the leak, and pumped my cock against the float like crazy. I was leaking precum freely, and barely holding back.




Aunt Missy Cleans Up



Only two days after the naughty fun we had in the pool, Aunt Missy called and asked if I would help her clean out her garage. My parents thought I was excited about earning 25 dollars. I was much more excited about being with a beautiful busty lady twice my age.

I wasn't sure exactly to expect once I got there. I didn't know if she wanted to go any further than we had the other day, or if she just needed the garage cleaned up, or some combination of the two. In any case, I figured the best thing to do was just to show up ready to work, and let her take the lead. She seemed to like that, based on last time. Besides, it wouldn't do to appear too eager.

Nonetheless, I couldn't pretend I didn't enjoy going next door to Missy's. My heart was in my throat as I rang the doorbell. She came to the door looking very fetching in a loose work shirt and a pair of old cotton pants. I suspected they were her ex-husband's, but she made them look a lot better than he ever had, even if they hid her delicious curves. I cleared my throat, trying not to stare. "Uh, hi, Aunt Missy," I managed. "I'm here to help you with the cleaning..."

She motioned for me to come inside. "Thank you so much for helping out, Joey," she said, her smile bringing out her dimples. "Can I get you something to drink before we start?"

"Thanks. Some water would be nice."

She got a couple of large plastic tumblers out of the cabinets, and filled them, taking a healthy swig of her own. "Good idea. We'll be working up a sweat," she said. Looking back, I realize a lot of the things she said could be taken more than one way. In this case, she was right in a couple of ways, but I wouldn't find that out until later.

It turned out that the garage wasn't in horrible shape, but some clutter had accumulated. Since there was one less car to take up space, her garden implements, tools, and some of her ex's junk had expanded to fill the void. I wound up moving the fertilizer and a few other heavy things, which I enjoyed, since it let me show off my muscles. Sure, I wasn't especially huge or anything, but it still made me feel manly.

In a relatively short time, we had everything where Aunt Missy wanted it. Of course, in that same short time, we were covered in the kind of grime that comes from dust mixed with sweat.

Aunt Missy still looked beautiful, even dirty. The little smudge of dirt on her nose actually made her look even cuter, especially with her hair up. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually starting to tent up. Then again, I'd just been exerting myself, so my heart was pumping pretty hard, so it made a sort of sense. She looked me up and down just a bit, though I couldn't tell from her eyes if she saw my erection, and said, "Oh, I can't send you home looking like that. Let's get cleaned up."

I stood there, not knowing what to do next. "C'mon," she said. "I'll throw those clothes in the washer, and let you borrow some of Dave's until yours are dry." I looked down, and realized that they did need a serious washing. I was glad I hadn't worn anything I particularly cared about—just a beat-up old school t-shirt and a pair of sweats. Now, they looked more like urban camouflage. "Well, are you gonna take 'em off, or what?" she asked. When my eyes widened, she laughed, jiggling even under her loose work clothes. "Oh, come on. It's not like you have anything I haven't seen—literally."

I felt myself blushing deeply, but started to shuck the gear. "How about you?" I asked, grinning with more bravado than I felt. The worst she could do was send me home...but then, that was pretty bad.

She dimpled again. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said, answering my question with a question. She unbuttoned the loose shirt slowly, revealing a very tight black tank top underneath. "We'll just see..." Under her pants, her legs gave off a slight sheen, and her shorts matched the tank. I tried to keep from staring, but I couldn't. Fortunately, her very wicked grin told me that she didn't mind.

I followed her, presuming we'd pick up a washcloth and a towel in the hall closet and I'd grab a shower in the guest room. So when she kept walking past both, I was a little concerned, but I figured she had a better idea. She walked right into her bedroom, and opened the door to the master bath, and I had to agree that it was a much better idea.

The tub and shower in the master bath had clearly been made for two...or more. Aunt Missy started to draw a hot bath, and said, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, while I go get something?"

I blushed again, and she moved close to me. "Go ahead. It's okay," she said, resting a thumb on the waistband of my boxer briefs. I slowly peeled them off, revealing my rampant erection. "Oh, my," she said, giggling. "That wasn't just the float magnifying it the other day, was it?"

I shook my head and shrugged, giving her a goofy smile. "Well... I'll be right back." She indicated the slowly rising hot water, and I nodded, and reached over the high edge of the tub with my leg, and dipped a toe in. It felt very hot, but that was just what I needed right now. Slowly, I slid in, letting the gentle heat soothe my aching muscles.

Aunt Missy came in with a box from the garage and a mischievous grin on her face. She pulled out two packages from the box, both labeled "48" Beach Ball"—and they had a picture of her holding the ball, fully inflated! At my amazement, she said, "I've done a lot of modeling for swimsuit and pool toy companies." She tossed me one, and opened the other, continuing. "I'd like for us to blow these up...and then I have a little game to play, if you'd like."

My heart was pounding as I nodded, and tore open the package, careful not to damage her picture. I found the valve on mine at about the same time as she found hers, and we started to fill the big beach balls with air. My hardness started to throb almost painfully, and it felt as if it grew a little bigger with each breath we took together. She finished blowing her ball up tight just before I did—she had clearly practiced!—and set it aside. Then she smiled at me again, and slid her wet, tight black shorts off ever so slowly, revealing a perfect round bottom, and a cute tuft of blonde pubic hair over her gorgeous womanhood. I felt myself leak a little precum, but that was nothing compared to how I felt when she reached for the lower edge of her tank top and slowly pulled it over her head! Her big, beautiful breasts bounced free, and I was finally looking at Aunt Missy completely nude.

"You're beautiful, Aunt Missy," I breathed, face to face with one of my most powerful fantasies.

She blushed and dimpled, even cuter with the dirt still on her face. "Thank you, Joey. I hope you don't think that I'm too old..."

"Never," I said, meaning it.

She rewarded me with a deep kiss, and I almost came right there. "Oh, my...you're getting awfully close, aren't you..." she said suddenly. "Why don't we just take care of that? I'm sure you'll be up for some more pretty quickly."

I nodded stupidly. I couldn't think straight—this situation had gone far beyond what I could have expected—and she knelt in front of me, and cupped her huge breasts in her hands, wrapping them around my erection. In just a few strokes, I groaned, trying and failing to hold back. In my defense, it had been almost a day since I had gotten myself off, and so when I erupted, I splattered cum all over her beautiful bulging breasts.

"Wow, you really did need to let off some pressure," she said, with almost a touch of admiration in her voice. "Do you always come like that?"

"Pretty often, though this was also the first time I've done it in awhile," I said shakily. She moved up along my body and squeezed close, kissing me, and I could feel all sorts of wonderful sensations.

"Well," she purred, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. You sure made a pretty mess..."

I looked at her, embarrassed. I had almost covered her lovely naked skin in my cum. "I hope you're not mad..." I said.

"Mad? Oh, no...I love the feel of it spurting all over me, so warm and sticky," she said breathily. "It turns me on something fierce." She pressed deliciously against me, kissing me hard, and I could feel my own arousal stirring again already.

"Speaking of turn-ons, how about we soap each other off?" she asked. I grinned, realizing that there was only one answer, especially with her pretty boobs in my face, covered in my sticky goo.

Aunt Missy turned off the water, handed me a washcloth and a bar of very fragrant jasmine soap, and started lathering her own washcloth. I couldn't help smiling when she started to wash me off, scrubbing my arms and chest gently, and then moving downward. Meanwhile, I started covering her in soapsuds as well, scrubbing lightly and watching her nipples get even harder. I paid particular attention to her aureoles. I gleefully rubbed those sensitive small brown circles, which caused her to moan softly.

She scrubbed and stroked my scrotum and cock so delicately, I thought I was going to have another orgasm, but she seemed to know just when to back off. At one point, we actually found ourselves cuddling and making out for awhile, and after an odd pause, we decided to enjoy the moment. Then as we relaxed for awhile, she sat up a bit in my arms and said, "And now, for the game."

Aunt Missy climbed back out of the tub and grabbed the beach balls, dropping them onto the water. "Ever play Submarine and Destroyer?" she asked.

She knew the answer, since I had been a Boy Scout, and her ex had been one of our assistant scoutmasters. "Submarine and Destroyer" was a game where two teams took turns alternately defending or attacking a balloon. Each time your team popped the opponent's balloon, you got a point. Each time your opponent went more than a certain amount of time without a balloon getting popped, they got a point.

"This is the same basic game, except with beach balls," she said, holding her ball protectively. "And with one other difference...this time, each time you fail to defend your submarine, you have to do whatever I say for...oh, we'll say fifteen minutes." She grinned as I felt my face flush deeply. "Would you rather attack first or defend first?"

I thought about it. "I think I'd rather defend first."

"Very well, then," she said. She turned around and grabbed a nail file off the counter. "Defend your submarine!"

I grabbed a huge beach ball and sat resolutely in front of it in the tub as Aunt Missy advanced on me mock-menacingly, the sway and jiggle of her beautiful breasts muting the effect somewhat. Not that I was complaining. She climbed into the tub and crawled forward on her hands and knees, the file between her teeth. I knew I was strong enough to keep her from getting by me, but I had no idea what she had planned.

As she moved toward me and the big ball, I felt my cock start to rise again, growing harder and thicker. She took the file out of her pretty mouth, and kissed me softly, and my body responded. I threw my arms around her, squeezing her voluptuous form tightly but gently to my toned chest, and she melted, moaning happily in the deep kiss. How could I resist?

Then, with a "pft!" sound, she sank that file deep into my poor ball, and it began to hiss behind me, and then underneath me as we leaned back onto its deflating form.

She broke the kiss slowly, and grinned, biting her lower lip a bit guiltily, and her big blue eyes flashed a mixture of contrition and mischief. "I win," she finally said bouncily, and pressed up against me again, nibbling my ear.

"What do I have to do?" I asked, suddenly a little nervous. I knew she probably wouldn't make me to anything too embarrassing, but I couldn't help a little apprehension.

She grabbed the other ball and sat on it. "I want you to play with my pussy until I can't think straight," she said, already breathing a little heavily. She weighed just enough to make the ball touch the floor of the tub, so that I had to grab her and the ball to steady us all. This made it easy for her to throw her legs over my shoulders, and I found myself staring at her perfect sex. "You won't mind doing that for your Aunt Missy, will you?"

"Well, you won fair and square," I said, smiling up at her. I didn't have a lot of experience, but I figured taking things slow was smart. The girls I had dated up to that point seemed to appreciate when I did, so I figured the same would be true for my beautiful next-door neighbor.

I ran a finger up her left thigh, and lightly petted her pubic hair, starting at the top of the little blond tuft, and working slowly down to her mons. She wriggled happily when I started to massage her there, and I smiled as her hips flexed, moving that sweet pussy closer to my face. When I touched her labia, she gave a sweet little "mmf" noise, and nodded at me. I ran my fingers gently up and down those soft, moist nether lips, watching her open and bloom like a flower. Instinctively, I leaned down and kissed and licked at her, and she let me know I was doing well by wrapping those shapely legs around me and pulling me in closer.

Slowly, my tongue traced where my fingers had played, then again, more intensely. She gasped and said, "Ohhh, yes...is this your first time?" She sounded surprised.

"Yes, Aunt Missy," I said, and then went back to tonguing her.

"You're a fast learner," she answered breathily. "Now...I want you to stick that tongue of yours inside my pussy, slowly..."

I did, and she squealed happily. I lapped up the juices that were beginning to flow, and moved up from where I had entered her. "That's it...you're going to feel a little button right at the tip...if you can reach....Ohmygod, you can reach...yes!" she cried.

I continued to lick and finger her to three or four orgasms, until she finally pushed my head away from her pretty mound. "Enough..." she panted. "Oh, God. You're going to make some girl very very happy...and reduce her to a puddle." She smiled. "That was amazing, Joey."

I smiled, and said, "You are amazing, Aunt Missy." I unconsciously licked my lips, savoring her taste, and she laughed.

She picked up her big bouncy beach ball. "Well, then, good luck. You're gonna need it!" She climbed out of the tub, grabbed the ball, and bounced away!

I sheepishly got out, and looked around for something sharp. Finally, my eyes lit on a dental pick in the toothbrush holder. I carefully picked it up and gave chase, walking instead of running. She wouldn't get far naked, after all, and I wanted to take my time watching her jiggle around the house with a huge beach ball. I didn't really care about the score; just playing was a victory for me.

Sure enough, she sat naked on her ball in the den when I caught up with her. I strode confidently up to her, my cock still half-erect, and the pick hidden in the palm of my hand. "So," she said, "do you think you can let the air out of my beach ball?"

I got to within arm's reach and let her see the pick as I took a playful swipe at her beautifully inflated ball. She squeaked and rolled forward, grabbing my wrist and trying to turn it away. We struggled playfully for a good while; I enjoyed the way her breasts bounced up and down, and she kept looking at my cock and smiling.

Finally, I pretended to give up, putting the dental pick on the floor, where it nestled in the luxurious pile, and moved in for a kiss, just as she had. Her lips felt so soft and warm and yielding on mine that I could have spent the rest of my life kissing them, feeling her hot little tongue tease mine. Gradually, she pulled me on top of her on the beach ball, and we rolled around, laughing. I felt my member throb against the warmth of her womanhood. We rolled a bit sideways, and *thunk!* My trap was sprung. The curved point of the pick had slowly turned up as the ball had rolled over it, and our combined weight was easily enough to press the ball down until the point poked through the surface.

Aunt Missy got this mock-innocent look on her face, her eyes widening in an almost childlike way. I thought I was going to climax right then and there, but I managed to relax enough. "Oh, my!" she said. "You've punctured my ball after all!"

I smiled wickedly as the ball hissed under us. "What do you want to do to me?" she asked, still pretending innocence.

"I want you," I said, my voice suddenly husky. "I want you to turn over on this ball, and I want...I want to fuck you."

She grinned. "Well, rules are rules," she answered, and wiggled out from under me to reposition herself. She pulled the dental pick out of the deflating toy and put it up on a table nearby. Covering the small hole with a finger, she undid the valve and blew it up a bit more firmly. Then she put the ball down, straddled it, and bent over, leaning forward as she needed to. Every so often, a little air would escape as her grip shifted.

She looked back at me, her eyes smoldering and smiling at me, and licked her pretty lips. "Anything you want..." she said.

My thick erection twitched happily as I moved toward her gorgeous round rump, pointed up at me welcomingly. I found her soft folds, and carefully positioned myself, ready to take her. For a second, I thought about making sure she was ready, but then I felt her wetness on the ball, and on the head of my manhood, and I knew she was more than ready. And I had to have her. I slickly entered her, gasping at the heat inside her. She moaned a little, and I felt her grip my cock.

"Yes..." I whispered in response. Slowly I shifted my weight, letting the ball hold us both, though it hissed occasionally when her finger slipped. She responded eagerly to each thrust I gave her, and we built up a rhythm. I felt precum start to leak out with each slick movement. "You feel so good, Aunt Missy," I moaned.

"You...feel good yourself, Joey," she said, a little whimper in her voice. "Fill me up...fuck me good and hard...Don't hold back at all..."

Her voice drove me wild, and I grabbed her big, round boobs, and groped them wantonly as I pumped her faster and faster. I felt her tighten at least two or three times, and then cry out in the throes of passion, and at last, I couldn't hold back anymore. My cock felt like a fountain, emptying jet after jet of my hot lust into her tight opening. "That's right, Joey, spend yourself inside me..."

I was still hard when I ran out, and was beginning to get that really sensitive feeling one usually gets after an orgasm, but I had also mostly recovered what wits I had left. Feeling mischievous, I carefully reached over, grabbed the pick, and put a few more holes in the ball, making it really hiss under us. To my surprise, our weight shifted a bit more, driving me even deeper into Missy's pussy, and she cried out again, joyfully, "Yes, puncture, yes...!" as her sex gripped mine one more time.

Finally, we wound up on the floor, the ball flat beneath us. "Joey," she said, still a little breathless, "that was exquisite." She kissed me softly, then wiggled around and curled up in my arms.

"I'm glad you feel the same way, Aunt Missy," I answered. "I hope we can do this again..."

"I think we can find lots of games to play," she said. "Also, if you like, you can just call me Missy. I think you're old enough now."

"Thank you, but I kinda like calling you Aunt Missy. I can't explain why, really...just makes me feel...naughtier."

She grinned and kissed my ear. "As long as you treat your auntie right," she said, "I'll let you call me anything you like."



Aunt Missy



She shook her head and wagged her finger at me, and untied her top. As it fell away, she swam under the toy. Since the vinyl was clear, I could see, albeit blurrily, her huge, naked globes, since she was on her back. She grinned underwater at me, and I felt a shudder. She'd poked the toy on the bottom where I couldn't get to it! She winked, and brought the pencil back, quickly pricking it a few more times, and then widened one of the holes enough that she could suck her own breath back out of it. There was no way I could hold out against this display. My cock spasmed, my hips forcing it against the deflating toy as I came harder than I ever had before. The release felt glorious as spurt after spurt bathed the poor inflatable in my cum. She looked down at the disturbance that had pulled her pretty mouth away from her improvised breathing hole, and her eyes smiled wickedly at me. As the last strand jetted from my slick member, she blew into the hissing, bubbling toy—blowing me a kiss, as it were, and swam out from under it as it sank under me. She reclaimed her top, but not before giving me a good look at her naked, firm orbs.

Aunt Missy moved close as I stood up in the water, still naked, and pulled my swim shorts back up. She kissed me tenderly on the lips. "Don't worry, Joey...I won't tell anyone," she said softly. "It's a bit naughty, but I enjoyed watching you grow up."

I gave her a goofy grin, still a bit self-conscious, but too overwhelmed by pleasure. Before I could ask, she said, "I have a lounge just like this one that we can send you home with, in case anyone says anything.

"This one will need repairs...probably a few more times."



Aunt Misty and Her VCR



This happened the summer I was 20, so it was several years ago. I was home from college on summer break when my aunt called. She wanted me to come over and help her with her VCR. She is my stepmother's sister. She'd been married and divorced twice and now lived alone.

I had always heard that she was a wild one—I guess that was why she was twice divorced. 

Anyway one night after I finished my part-time summer job I stopped over to her place to help her set up her VCR. 

My aunt Misty has black hair, brown eyes and a dark complexion. She looks like she has some Mediterranean blood in her. She also has very long legs although she is only about 5'5" tall. And she has a pretty hot figure. Her bust and waist look to both be 38".

She answered the door in slacks, a silk blouse and spike-heeled shoes. She gave me a little kiss, then commented on how grown up I looked. It looked like she was going to be going out or else she had just returned. I found out it was the latter. She had been on a date that didn't turn out very well at all. She asked the guy to take her home early where she planned to spend the rest of the evening watching movies alone on her new VCR. She also had a drink in her hand and there was an open bottle on the bar in her living room.

I quickly checked the connections between her TV and the VCR. They all looked good. Then I sat on the couch with the remote. She sat beside me and asked me to show her how the remote worked.

I explained the TV had to be on channel 3 and how the VCR had to be on and the VCR button had to be switched on.

"Then you just press 'play'," I said.

"Let me see," she said and took the remote from me. "Like this?"

She pressed the play button and the movie started right up. I couldn't believe it. It was a porno flick and she had evidently already watched part of it because it started up somewhere in the middle. A woman was giving a guy a blowjob on screen.

I was really embarrassed. I didn't know what to do—should I just walk out and embarrass her, should I wait to see if she was going to quickly turn off the movie then pretend I didn't see anything? Unable to make a decision, I stayed on the couch looking at the screen. It became evident aunt Misty wasn't going to turn off the movie.

Soon I felt her hand on my crotch. She was sideways on the couch now, leaning up against me. Her palm started to rub on my dick and her fingers started to squeeze my balls.

Between the movie and this hot older woman fondling me, I was getting pretty hot.

The next thing I knew she was undoing my pants. Once she had them open she slipped her hand into my shorts to wrap her fingers around my dick. It was hard in no time.

"So you like that, huh Boo?" she cooed. (She had always called me "Boo.")

All I could manage was a moan.

"I suppose your stepmom told you I'm the wild one. And I've always had my eye on you. I knew you'd grow up to be a hunk of a man. Now look at you—all slim and tanned. Good looking, too."

My cheeks felt flushed as I blushed. I couldn't believe this gorgeous older woman—my stepmother's sister—was talking like this.

"Maybe you'd like a blowjob like in the movie," she asked.

I leaned back and looked at her.

"R-r-r-eally?"

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" she asked.

"No."

She got a big smile on her face.

"Well, this is going to be special," she said.

She got on her knees in front of me. Then she pulled down my pants and pulled down my underwear.

Her brown eyes looked up at me right before she put my semi-erect cock in her mouth. She closed her lips around it and began to slowly suck it in and out of her mouth. I could see lipstick smears on the shaft. As her head bobbed up and down, my cock began to grow until it was fully hard.

"Oh, yeah Boo," she said. "Your cock tastes so good."

This time she slid her lips up and down the shaft while she held the tip with two fingers.

"I just love sucking cock," she told me.

She engulfed it again with her mouth. She was taking it deeper and deeper into her throat. Now she started to play with my balls, cupping and squeezing them in her hand.

All the while sexy moans were coming from her.

When she swallowed my cock all the way into her throat and I felt her lips touch my groin I felt the cum flooding into my ball sack.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her.

She replaced her mouth with her hand on my cock and stroked me furiously until my sperm came shooting out over her fingers and onto my belly. When I was done she continued to stroke me, the sperm feeling warm and gooey on my dick. Then she got up to get a towel to clean us both up with.

"I'll be right back, honey. In the meantime, why don't you finish undressing. We're going to do some more things from the movie." 

After she cleaned us both up she stood in front of me. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. My eyes got big as she cupped her breasts in her hands and jiggled them for me. Then she undid her pants and slipped them off. Here was this older woman standing in front of me in nothing but a bra and skimpy panties.

She sat with her back to me.

"Undo my bra, please," she requested.

With shaking hands I finally managed to get her bra unhooked. Then she slipped it off and turned around to give me a full view of her naked breasts. 

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked me.

I nodded my head and reached out for them. They felt wonderful—so full and heavy.

"Use your fingers to play with my nipples."

Her nipples got hard in my hands as I rubbed and tweaked them.

Then she stood up again and slowly peeled down her panties.

If my eyes were big before, they were the size of saucers now as I got my first look at a woman's naked pussy.

Hers was beautiful. It was covered by neatly trimmed dark pubic hair.

She got back on the couch and laid back in the corner.

"Now we're going to do some cunnilingus," she told me. "Go ahead and get on the floor between my legs."

I did as she asked as she spread her legs.

"Have you ever tasted a woman's pussy before, Boo baby?"

I shook my head.

"Go ahead and touch it. See what it feels like."

I put my fingers on it. The hair felt crinkly to the touch. I began to rub it. Her pussy lips were very soft.

"Now, I want you to kiss it."

I leaned over close to it, then hesitated.

"Go ahead, hun. Give it a kiss."

I kissed her on the pussy lips. It had a musky smell that was, somehow, very arousing.

"That's right. Now I want you to spread the lips apart with your fingers, then put your tongue in."

I stuck my tongue in between her parted lips. She gave a little squirm.

"Ooooh."

Her pussy tasted of musk and salt.

"You're doing just fine, honey. Keep licking me with your tongue. See how deep you can work it in."

I started to lick her in earnest. The wetter she got the more aroused I got. I was really getting into it. She was, too. Her head was back, her eyes were closed and she began to moan again.

Soon I was sticking my tongue way into her pussy. She had her legs wrapped around my head and her ass was squirming back and forth on the couch cushion.

I felt like I could eat out this sexy older aunt of mine all night. Eventually, though, she stopped me.

"That was fabulous, sweetie," she said. "But now it's time to fuck."

She scooted around on the couch and pulled me up between her legs. I was on my knees. My cock was hard and pointed straight out. She grabbed it with one hand while pulling me to her with the other. She guided my dick straight into her love box. 

Now both her hands were on my sides as she pulled and pushed me, showing me how she wanted me to screw her. Her pussy was warm and wet on my cock. I worked it in and out of her as she moved her hands to my chest and began to rub my pec muscles.

She looked so sexy laying there with my cock going in and out of her wet pussy, her big, beautiful tits jiggling, her eyes closed in rapture and her mouth slightly open as she moaned away.

After several minutes she pulled me down on top of her. She raised her legs and hooked them over my hip bones. I could enter her more easily now. Her pussy was wide open and my cock was going in to the hilt.

"That's it, honey," she moaned. "Put that big cock of yours in there. Oh, yeah. Fuck me, baby, fuck me."

I wanted to make this wonderful woman cum. I started fucking her frenetically. My cock would come almost all the way out, then ram all the way in. Faster and faster we humped until, finally, she squealed: "I'm coming, baby. I'm coming. I'm coming. Ooh, yeah."

She jerked uncontrollably as the orgasm took her. 

It was kind of sexy watching her big chest heave as she tried to catch her breath.

"Ooh, honey," she exclaimed. "It feels like you're still ready to go. Do me from behind, baby."

She turned around and lay over the back corner of the couch. Her big, beautiful ass was pointed right at me. I just had to put my hands on it. I rubbed and squeezed her fleshy cheeks. Then I eased into position behind her. She reached between her legs for my cock. She stroked it a few times before guiding it into her wet pussy.

We began to fuck again. She rocked back to meet my thrusts as my hard cock easily slid deep into her moist love box.

I reached under to fondle her swinging tit. It felt even bigger and heavier as it hung there.

My cock popped out and I ran it up and down her ass crack a few times. She clenched her cheeks to try to trap it in there. 

"Oh, honey. Damn that feels good. But I want that rod of yours back in my hootchie. Come on, baby, stick that big, hard cock in my pussy."

I placed the tip back on the edge of her pussy. With one long, smooth stroke I drove it all the way in. She gasped with pleasure.

I fucked her again with animalistic thrusts. She let out a grunt each time I drove into her.

Her pussy was really wet now. I could smell the sex coming off her cunt. Sweat appeared on her back and neck.

Within minutes I came for the second time. My cock pumped and pumped. After there was nothing left it continued to try to pump my hot sperm into this hot, sexy, dark-haired woman.

It was quite a while before we were both able to get ourselves together and get dressed.

We kissed again at the door. 

"Next time you come back," she promised me, "I'll teach you to BF."

"BF?" I asked.

"Butt fuck," she replied with a mischievous grin.



Aunt Misty and the BF



It had been a week since my Aunt Misty, who is my stepmother's sister, introduced me to the joys of oral sex. This was the summer I turned 20. I had gone over to her house one night to help her with her VCR. I got it set up only to discover that she had been watching a porn movie. One thing led to another and we ended up having sex on her couch.

I hadn't talked to her since that night although I had thought about her quite a bit. Aunt Misty is twice divorced. Neither one of her marriages cured her of her wildness. She is a very good- looking woman--short, black hair, brown eyes and a dark complexion. She also has very long legs and a pretty hot figure. She has big, full breasts that I would guess were 38C and a trimmed, dark, dark bush.

It was late on a Friday night and I was just getting off work at my summer job at the supermarket. Some of the guys I worked with invited me out to the bar but I wasn't really up for it. The bar scene was getting old. Besides, after my Aunt Misty initiated me to mature women I really didn't have much interest in girls my own age any more. 

I said good-bye to the guys and headed to my car. What a surprise to see my Aunt Misty standing beside it when I got there.

"Hi there, Boo," she called in her husky voice.

"Hi, Aunt Misty," I replied. "What are you doing here? Going shopping?"

"Sort of," she answered with a grin. "I'm shopping for a good time and I think I just found it. What do you say? Want to do something with me?"

My face lit up.

"Sure. What do you want to do?"

"Get in my car, honey, and I'll show you," she answered.

Leaving my car parked there I got into her little sports car. As I did so I noticed a shopping bag in the back seat from the local adult store.

Aunt Misty pulled out into the night traffic and headed toward the outskirts of town. From the light of passing streetlights I could see that she had on a leather jacket, a very short leather skirt, dark hose and black pumps. 

"Are you curious about what I have in mind, Boo?" she asked.

"Well...yeah. Kind of. I'm sure it will be fun, whatever it is," I said.

"Oh, it will be fun," she told me and let out a little laugh.

As we drove she reached out, grabbed my hand and placed it on her leg. Her nylons felt sexy. When I hadn't moved my hand after a few minutes she moved it higher up her leg. 

"Don't be shy, baby," she said. "I won't bite you."

Emboldened, I started to run my hand up and down her thigh. 

"That's more like it," she encouraged.

This time I went way up under her skirt. I rubbed all the way up to the top of her pantyhose. Then I moved my hand inside her upper thigh. I swear I could feel the heat from her pussy.

She leaned over.

"Give your Aunt a kiss."

I leaned toward her and our lips met. Hers were open a little and I felt her tongue touch my lips.

We drove on a little further with me feeling her up. Finally she pulled into a motel by the interstate.

"Here we are, Boo," she called. "Grab those bags from the back seat, will you?"

I did and followed her in. We walked right by the desk--apparently she already had a room.

When we got to her room she told me to make myself comfortable, she was going to freshen up a bit. She had beer in the in-room refrigerator and there was a bottle of vodka on the dresser. With that she headed into the bathroom. Pretty soon I heard the shower running. I took my coat off, grabbed a beer and sat down with the TV on. After just a few minutes she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She looked amazingly sexy, her long legs sticking out from the short bath towel. She smelled wonderful, too. She must have applied body spray before she came out. It was an exotically arousing fragrance.

"Oh, Boo," she chided me. "You still have your clothes on. I said to make yourself comfortable, baby." 

Sheepishly I got up and started getting undressed. She got on the bed, turned off the TV and watched me while she finished my beer.

"Your underwear too, Boo. You won't be needing those any more," she teased.

When I finished she instructed me to bring the bag from the adult store over to the bed. Then she patted the bed for me to join her.

"Such a strong young man you are," she said as she eyed me up and down. "And such a good lover. I have never had my pussy eaten as well as you did it last week."

I guess I blushed a little at that. In my short life I hadn't had much experience with sex, and I had certainly never given oral pleasure to a woman before. Nor had I had a blowjob until Aunt Misty gave me one just a week ago. 

By now she was running her hands over my body. I felt my cock begin to get aroused again. It had already been on a roller coaster ride. I was excited when I had my hand up her skirt in the car. Then I got nervous when we got to the motel room. Here I was with my stepmother's sister, in a motel, and the something she wanted to do was have sex, sex and more sex. Needless to say I had never done anything like this before. But now that I was naked, on the bed, and my sexy, lusty mature aunt was next to me clad only in a towel, I started to get more excited than nervous.

"Do you remember right before you left my house last week, I said I'd show you BF?" she asked me.

Oh, man. I thought she was just trying to shock me when she said that. Butt fucking? Was she serious?

"I remember that," I confirmed. "I didn't think you were serious."

I think she could tell by my tone that I was very nervous about this. 

"I was very serious, honey," she said trying to ease my mind. "Fucking a woman's ass is a very special thing--for both partners. For the man, a woman's anus is much tighter than her pussy. The sensation is many times more powerful than straight sex. For the woman her anus is a very private thing. When she lets a man penetrate that with his cock it creates a very special bond between them. I want that with you, Boo. I think you can be an amazing lover and I want to help you achieve that. I want to teach you how to make love to a woman, in every way. That's for you. And I want to show you how a woman can pleasure you. That's for me."

I looked into her eyes. The whole thing was scary. What if I didn't do it right? What if I didn't like it? Something in her face told me that it would be OK. She'd show me how to do it right. And if I didn't like it, I think she'd understand and we would stop.

She gave me a little, reassuring smile, then took my face in her hands and we kissed. It started out as a light kiss, but then we kept on kissing and the kisses got longer and more passionate. She kissed her way up to my ear while she held me close.

"This is going to be so damn good. Trust me, honey. You're going to love having your cock in my tight, wet ass and I'm going to love feeling your big, hard cock taking me back there."

Then she pulled back and said: "Now, let's get you ready. Lie back here."

I lay back on the bed and watched as she removed her towel. Her luscious 38C breasts stuck out like ripe melons. Looking down her body I could see just a hint of her dark muff.

She knelt between my legs and grasped my semi-hard cock. Then she leaned over and spat on it for lubrication before starting to lightly stroke me to fullness.

"You have a beautiful cock, Boo," she said. "You're going to have women crawling all over you to get at it one of these days. But right now it's mine. Isn't it?"

"Yes, Aunt Misty," I said.

"You don't have to call me Aunt Misty when we're doing this, honey. Call me 'lover.'"

"All right, lover," I said.

She smiled and continued stroking me. Her hand felt so good sliding up and down my cock. It was warm and tight and moist.

"Let's see how good your manhood feels between my tits," Aunt Misty said and she moved up to trap it between her voluminous breasts. She squeezed them around it and started moving up and down the shaft. When the head peeked out she would lick it. Having her pillowy breasts around it felt so good.

"I don't know how much more of that I can take," I warned her.

"Well, then," she said, "maybe we should get to the main event."

With that she got up and reached over into her bag. The first thing she pulled out was a condom. 

"I don't suppose you have one of these in your wallet?" she asked.

I just shook my head.

With expert fingers she pulled it over my erect cock. Then she reached into her bag again and pulled out a tube of lubricant.

"OK, honey," she said to me, "you'll need to apply a good measure of this to my anus. I need to be nice and lubricated in order for your cock to slide in smoothly. Go ahead...take it."

I took the tube from her as she got on her hands and knees. Moving behind her I put some lube on my finger and tentatively inserted it between her cheeks. I couldn't believe I was doing this. It was something beyond my wildest dreams.

"Give me more," she instructed. "You'll have to get some around the anus, too."

I got another dab and worked further in. When I got to her anus I hesitated, my finger poised right at the opening. Sensing my hesitation Aunt Misty suddenly shifted back. My finger automatically went into her hole. I let out a little moan. 

"Very good, baby," she cooed. "Now move it around. Explore my anus with your finger. I'm all yours now."

Every time I moved my finger Aunt Misty moaned. It was an empowering feeling. When we had sex before, she pretty much called the shots. But I could see how fucking a woman's ass would really put the man in charge. And, as she said, it was a very special thing we were sharing. Doing this would cement our relationship for years to come.

When she felt she was lubed enough Misty said to me: "I'm ready for your cock now, honey. Your cock head will really stretch my anus so you'll have to take it slow at first. Keep applying pressure but take it slow until you feel the head pop in. OK?"

"OK...lover," I replied.

She helped spread her ass cheeks apart while I located her hole and guided my cock toward it. I didn't see any way I was going to be able to get in, but I did as she said. I placed my cock right at the opening and started pushing in, slowly and easily. She was groaning as the head of my cock started to stretch her anus hole. Damn, it was tight. It was such a sexy sight, too, looking down at my stiff rod going between her ass cheeks into that little hole. I wanted to just ram it in and get to fucking but I held back. Ever so slowly the head of my rod entered her. After what seemed like an hour of effort I felt it. My cock head popped in. Aunt Misty visibly relaxed. For her the pain part was over and the pleasure part was about to begin. 

"Oh, shit, you feel wonderful, Boo," Aunt Misty moaned. "Now just start fucking me like you were doing my pussy. Grab my hips for leverage if you need to."

I put my hands on her hips as I continued pushing all the way in. She was really tight. Without all that lube I never would have got in. 

When my cock hit the end I stopped for a moment. As I looked down on the back of Aunt Misty's body I knew she was all mine. Whatever I wanted to do right now, I could do. I could pull all the way back and tease her. I could ram her hard. I could jam my cock into her all the way and just keep pushing. 

But I didn't want to tease her and I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted this to be pleasurable and beautiful for both of us. So I started smoothly stroking her. As I went I could feel her insides loosen up. My cock was sliding in and out more easily. It was wonderful. She was so tight and hot. Her moans of pleasure told me it was good for her, too. As it got easier I picked up the pace. Soon Aunt Misty's hand was frigging her pussy. 

"That's right, darling," she murmured. "Keep driving into me. All the way, baby. Drive it all the way in."

I found that I could only go straight in and out. Her anus cavity wasn't like her pussy where I could wriggle my cock around. But that was all right. I loved the feeling of her ass muscles gripping my cock all over.

I was sweating from my exertions. Faster and faster I propelled my manhood into her delectable butt. My balls slapped up against her with a "flap, flap, flap." 

"This is so good," I moaned. "Damn I love how my cock feels going in and out of your ass, lover."

"Ooh, yeah, baby," she responded. "Keep plunging that rod of yours in there. Oh fuck you're big."

Pretty soon I couldn't speak any more. I was breathing too hard and concentrating on the sensation of my engorged manhood in her cozy, wet ass. She couldn't speak either. Her face was buried in her pillow. 

In and out I went, smoothly, fully, while what fat she had wiggled and shook. The bed rocked, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust.

I could feel my eruption building. It was going to be big. I hoped the condom could hold it all. And then it came. I hunched over her back, buried my head in her hair and kissed the back of her sweaty neck as my sperm came shooting out. The only thing I could feel was my pelvic area as jolt after jolt of climax hit me. 

While I kept rocking into her Aunt Misty grabbed my hand off her hip and brought it to her pussy. Instinctively knowing what she wanted I quickly found her hooded clit and began fingering it. Within a minute she threw her head back as her own orgasm inundated her lusty body. 

She collapsed on the bed and I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck and ear.

"How was that, Boo honey?" she asked.

"That was unbelievable," I answered. "You make me so hot. I want you to teach me everything. I want to have sex with you in every way and fashion there is, then I want to make up some of our own."

She laughed.

"I want that, too, darling. I can't tell you how good that cock of yours feels inside me. Right now I think we need to get some room service to build up our strength. And you better call your parents and tell them you won't be home tonight. It's going to be a long, hot night. Especially if you want to experience sex in every way and fashion."



Aunt Misty's Friend



Aunt Misty invited me to her house Friday night. She wouldn't say what it was about other than she just wanted to see me. She and I had become pretty close the summer I turned 20. I was home from college and one day she asked me to come over and help her with her VCR. We ended up having sex on her living room sofa. Another time she picked me up after work and we went to a hotel and had sex all night. I imagined Friday night would be the same kind of thing.

I arrived at her house promptly at 7:00. She greeted me at the door with a big kiss and ushered me inside. She wasn't alone. Her friend Kitty was there. I had never met Kitty before but I had heard quite a bit about her. She and Aunt Misty had been friends for a long time. They had both been married the same number of times. In fact, one time they got married on the same day. They didn't get divorced on the same day--their divorces were actually one day apart.

Kitty was very cute. She wasn't as old as Aunt Misty--she looked to be in her mid- to late-40s. She was a little over 5 feet tall with pretty blue eyes, long gray/brown hair set in a wave that reminded me of movie stars from the 1940s, and a very nice smile. She was wearing a blue silk blouse that was open quite a bit. I could see freckles on her chest. Her breasts were not big but they were not small either. They appeared to be pretty nice handfuls. When I shook her hand she gave me a kiss on the cheek that lingered just a little too long.

We all sat down and started to chat. Kitty and Aunt Misty told stories of some of their lusty escapades. I was afraid Aunt Misty would start talking about some of the things she and I had done but, luckily, she didn't. Still I got the sense that Kitty already knew about my aunt and me. I kept catching her looking at me with a smile on her face. 

After a while the talk turned to me. Kitty wanted to know what I was studying in college and how I was spending my summer. I told her about my part-time job at the grocery store and how I played softball. She mentioned she would like to come watch me play some time. 

Finally Aunt Misty got around to telling me why she invited me over. 

"Kitty and I had a get-together the other day and I found out that she wasn't doing anything at all this weekend. That didn't sound right to me so I got the idea to call my favorite nephew and see if he wanted to take my favorite girlfriend out somewhere. What do you say, Boo? Want to take Kitty out, show her a good time?" And with that she giggled.

I felt myself redden. What a spot. Kitty was very sexy-looking and even though I kind of had a thing for older women and would normally have jumped at the chance to spend time with someone so pretty, she was my aunt's friend and, what's more, my aunt was setting me up. 

Finally I looked over at Kitty, saw her smiling at me, and said: "Sure, if she wouldn't mind going out with someone like me."

Kitty's smile got even bigger. "I'd be honored to be seen with such a handsome young man."

I got even redder.

We all just kind of looked at each other for a while. Kitty finally said: "Shall we take my car?"

I nodded my head.

"You two have a good time," Aunt Misty called as we went out the door.

Once in the car I asked Kitty where she wanted to go. I thought she might be hungry or maybe she wanted to go get a drink first.

"Why don't we just drive around a little while," she said.

"Sounds good to me," I answered. It was kind of exciting to be out with this sexy older woman. I didn't really care what we did so driving around was just fine.

It was a nice night. We rolled down our windows, Kitty popped a soft rock CD in and headed down the street. I thought we were headed for downtown but she turned off before we got there. We seemed to be heading into a residential area.

"Your Aunt Misty told me what you two have been up to this summer," Kitty said out of the blue.

I swallowed hard. I really thought it would be my aunt's and my secret.

"She told me about getting a hotel room for the two of you, and about the first time when you went over to look at her VCR and you two ended up fucking right there in her living room. On the very couch we sat on tonight, wasn't it?"

So saying she put her hand on my leg and started to rub my thigh.

"She said you're quite a lover. You're very attentive to the woman's needs. And you have an amazing cock."

She looked over at me as she said that. When I turned to her she moved her eyes down to my crotch.

The next thing I knew we were pulling into a driveway.

"I don't think I'm real hungry right now," Kitty said sensing my bewilderment. "Right now I'm more horny. Come on."

She shut the car off and was out the door. I followed somewhat leerily.

It turned out to be her house. We walked in the side door and I found myself in her kitchen.

Once inside she turned, threw her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. Then she kissed me--hard. She kissed me so hard it literally took my breath away. Her lips and tongue were all over my mouth as I felt her hands move down to my shirt. She savagely unbuttoned it and pushed it back off my shoulders. Then she raked her fingernails down my chest and across my nipples. She left big red marks on either side of my chest.

"Let's see this cock your auntie raves about," she hissed as she next turned her attention to my jeans. 

She grabbed the top of my pants and yanked me even closer. Roughly she unbuttoned them, tore down the zipper and pulled them off my hips. Her hand dove down my shorts to caress my cock and balls. She pawed at them like a wild woman, tugging and squeezing. 

"Mmm, very nice," she said and licked her lips. "Kitty is going to enjoy having you, baby."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall, my shirt and jeans left behind in the process. We ended up in her bedroom where she quickly turned, grabbed my shorts and almost tore them off. I now stood before her completely naked and a little nervous. She was aggressive--very aggressive. Aunt Misty had never been like that. She had been patient and instructive. This woman had no patience. She wanted it now and she clearly expected me to perform to her satisfaction.

"Have a seat on the bed, lover boy," she instructed. Once I had done so she proceeded to remove her blouse. She had on a white, demi-cup bra underneath. Her breasts were as I suspected. They were not huge but they were not small either. They were just the right size for her body type. Her shoulders caught my brief attention. They were freckled.

I thought she would continue to remove her clothing but only the blouse came off. I watched in trepidation as she knelt down between my legs. Her hands reached out to rub up and down my thighs. As she did so she hooked her thumbs so her nails scratched the inside of my thighs. All the while she looked up at me with a lascivious smile on her beautiful face.

Reaching over into the nearby bed stand she pulled out a bottle of massage oil. Opening it up she turned the bottle over and poured oil right onto my cock. It was cool and slippery. Moving my legs wide apart with her shoulders she moved in and took my cock in her hand. The oil started to heat up from her body heat as she slowly stroked me up and down, spreading the oil all around my member. With the oil to provide lubrication her hand felt incredible as she steadily jerked me, getting a little faster all the time.

"That's my lover boy," she cooed. "Get nice and hard for me. Show me how big you can get for me. Ooh, you like me beating you off, don't you stud? You like feeling my hand pumping your big, hard cock up and down. Are you imagining it is my pussy doing this to you? Or maybe you're picturing my mouth taking your length all the way in. Well you'll get to experience that later, honey. Right now I just want you to cum so that when we get to the real fucking you'll be able to give me three or four orgasms. You see, babykins, I like to take a man and use him up until I get what I want. Are you going to be able to give me what I want? Are you, lover?"

With her dirty talk and her warm oiled hand caressing the head of my cock I was rapidly approaching orgasm. Sensing this, Kitty started to rub my balls with her other hand. Her finger started probing the very base of my sack, stroking and prodding that very sensitive spot. That was it. That was all I could take. With a loud groan I started ejaculating all over her hand.

"Oh, yes, Boo sweetie," she cooed happily. "Pump it out. Give Kitty all your hot, sticky seed. Oh, fuck that's good." 

I had never had a handjob before. And I especially had never been jacked off by such a lusty woman as Kitty. I really liked it but I was anxious about what she had in mind for us next.

Kitty went into the bathroom to clean up, then came out with a washcloth and towel for me. As I wiped myself off she removed the rest of her clothes.

First she removed her bra. She had nice 34C breasts. Each one looked like a nice handful. She gazed into my face as she removed her slacks. Teasingly she turned around before pulling her silk panties down. Once they were down she stepped out of them, then wiggled her gorgeous little ass at me. When she turned around to come to the bed I had my first glimpse at her pussy. It was covered in long, brown pubic hair. There may have been gray hairs on her head but there were none on her pussy. Aunt Misty has dark pubic hair but she trims it a little. In general I prefer a trimmed pussy or one with a little patch left the way I had seen in various porn magazines. But something about this sexy woman's long brown pussy hair had me wanting to just dive right in. She must have noticed how I was staring.

"So you like that, do you Boo?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes, Kitty," I managed to say. I was still mesmerized by her naked body which was by now right beside the bed.

"Well lay down there and I'll let you get a real good look at it, lover."

I lay back on the pillow as she climbed on the bed and deftly straddled me. For a while she just stayed there while she temptingly ran her fingers through it and smiled at me. When she was done she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them.

"Mmm. This is wonderful. I bet you'd like to taste some, wouldn't you?"

I just nodded my head. My eyes were still riveted on her hirsute box.

In response she shimmied up until her pussy was inches from my face.

"Can you smell it?" she asked, looking down at me. "My pussy is already getting hot and wet for you."

She rubbed her pussy in my face. It did smell good. And the hairs were soft--a lot softer than I thought they would be. I expected them to scratch my face.

"Kiss it, baby," she instructed. 

I gave it a tentative kiss. I could feel the wetness.

"Come on, honey, kiss it like you kissed my lips when we got here."

I kissed her pussy lips again--full on. Then I kissed them some more, the kisses getting deeper and longer.

"That's right. Now taste me with your tongue. Auntie says you have a very talented tongue."

My tongue came out to taste her. She was very musty with a hint of body fragrance. She had obviously gotten herself ready when she went into the bathroom earlier.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Deeper. Give me more," she urged all the while continuing to rub her pussy in my face.

I went after her sweet pussy with my whole mouth. My tongue licked and probed, tasting her delicious juices. Meanwhile my cock was getting hard again. I couldn't wait to sink it in her, but first I wanted to feel her orgasm in my mouth.

She was jiggling around so much I had to put my hands on her ass to try to hold her steady so my mouth and tongue could do their work. And still she ground around on me. My tongue, my cheeks, my chin were all getting wet from our juices as her wonderful muff played across my face.

After frantic effort my tongue uncovered her hooded clit. That was the spot I was looking for. That was the spot Aunt Misty taught me was so sensitive on a woman. I flicked it back and forth with my tongue. This set up a new round of moaning and shimmying by Kitty. Then I cupped my tongue behind it and sucked it into my mouth. I created a suction around it, pulsing again and again while my fingers squeezed her ass and I clamped her pussy to my face. Within a couple of minutes Kitty let out a howl and her whole body trembled. Then I felt and tasted it. Her lovely sex juices flooded over my tongue and lips as her orgasm hit her. I counted one...two...three...four separate squirts as her body pumped out her womanly nectar.

When she was done she slumped down on top of me, her ass resting on my chest, her face in my hair, her hot breath panting by my ear.

"Oh, baby," she breathed. "Oh, baby, baby, baby that was wonderful. Your auntie was right. Your tongue is amazing. I have never had such an intense orgasm. I may make you my slave and never let you go."

I turned to kiss her cheek.

"That would be all right with me."

After rccovering for a while Kitty reached back for my cock.

"Oh, lover," she cooed. "Feels like you are ready to go. Do you wanna put this big, hard cock in my steamy wet pussy?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Say it, lover. Say what you want to do," she urged.

"I want my big hard cock in your pussy. I want to fuck you so hard you'll see stars. I want to fill you so full of my cum that you'll smile for a week."

"Well, alright," she said and she turned around until her ass was facing me and her pussy was poised over my cock. At first she just pinned my cock underneath her and slid up and down getting it all wet from her pussy juices. After a minute or two of doing this she raised up, grabbed my cock in her hand to hold it upright, then slowly lowered herself onto it. I gave an involuntary jerk as it entered her pussy. It felt so damn good. It was like a warm, wet glove molding itself to my manhood. She took the head in, then teasingly bucked down and then up so far that it felt like I would pop out. Then she took a little bit more in until she it was halfway in. She stopped there.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good," she moaned.

I waited and waited for her to continue but she seemed content to just sit there with half my cock in her. About the time I decided that was as far as she was going to go she suddenly dropped all the way down. I loudly groaned as I felt the rest of my cock enter her. 

What an erotic sight. Her long brown/gray hair hung down her glistening back, her gorgeous ass was resting on my abdomen, and my hard manhood was buried deep inside her. It was a vision that I would always vividly remember from our night together.

After a bit Kitty leaned over and put her hands on my legs, her face was toward my feet. Pushing off my legs she began to rock back and forth on me. 

"Grab my thighs, baby," she instructed. "I call this the 'Backup Boogie'."

She was moving her pussy around in circles as she took my cock in and out.

"Does that feel good, Boo darling?' she asked.

"Uh huh. It feels great, Kitty," I replied.

I had a great view of her ass as she bobbed back and forth. I had a great view of my cock sliding in and out of her hairy pussy, too. It was all wet from her juices. As her sweet lips pulled me in they deposited a fresh coat of wetness on my tool. Meanwhile the sensation of her pussy moving all around my cock was quickly bringing me to nirvana. The way she was able to move around let my love rod contact every centimeter of her pussy walls. I began to thrust up into her in rhythm with her movements.  

Kitty clearly liked it.

"Oh, yes, baby. Give it to me. Just like that," she moaned. "Ram that big hot cock of yours in me. Ooh, that feels so-o-o-o good."

It felt good to me, too. I was humping up into this sultry older woman while she wiggled and jiggled her cunt around like there was an earthquake. She picked up the pace. Faster and faster she bucked while I tried to keep up. Her pace became frantic and a low moan began emanating from her. The moan became a howl and that's when she orgasmed for the second time that night. I could feel her sex juices drench my cock as I continued thrusting roughly into her. In the midst of her cumming she flattened out on me. The feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock as she lay out pushed me over the edge as well. My balls erupted in a powerful flood that didn't seem to want to end. My fingers involuntarily clawed at the bed and my head arched back as I came.

When my powerful blast hit Kitty came a third time, shaking and howling until she collapsed out of breath on my legs.

Some time later she finally recovered enough to roll off me. 

"Come here, baby," she beckoned.

I got on my knees and moved over to her face where it lay towards the foot of the bed.

She reached up and pulled my face to hers.

"That was absolutely wonderful, Boo darling," she said. "I'm going to need more of you."

"Any time," I said. Then we kissed--long, lingering kisses.