0 comments/ 181380 views/ 7 favorites Aunt By: Canary I had just graduated from college with an engineering degree and had taken a job in the same town as my aunt Alice. We had been very close when I was a kid as her family lived in the same very small town as I had. Her oldest boy was my age and I spent a lot of time at their place because we lived in the country and they lived in town. Her youngest had graduated from high school last spring and she divorced her husband during my freshman year in college and had moved to Rochester, Minnesota where she was a cook at a local cafe. Alice insisted I stay with her until I found my own place so I did. She had to be at work by 5:00 n the morning and I worked the graveyard shift in a manufacturing plant as the only night engineer so I didn't get home until 6:30. That meant we could share her one bedroom for sleeping except for weekends when I slept on the couch. I was pretty popular in high school but none of the girls I dated ever screwed anyone. Keep in mind I graduated in the early 1970's. My first fuck was with a very fat girl after we got drunk and ended up at a party in her basement apartment. I came pretty fast and she didn't, so that wasn't too successful. My only other actual sex also occurred when I was drunk. A hometown girl was visiting one of her friends and she ended up in my room after some heavy drinking. She was also quite heavy and her pussy felt like the Grand Canyon. Shortly after I entered her she asked if I had any protection, which I didn't. I soon withdrew and went down on her until she came. She didn't want to return the favor and the booze had gotten to me so that was the end of that experience. So as you can see I was pretty inexperienced in the sack. Alice was also on the heavy side and had pretty big tits for her 5'3" frame. She had been divorced for over three years and my guess was that she probably hadn't been screwed since then. She had just turned fifty when she was divorced so she was 53 at the time. Since the sleeping arrangement was working so well and we really didn't see much of each other, I continued to live with her to help pay her rent. When I returned from work on this Friday in early December the forecast was for very heavy snow and it had started. I was disappointed because I was bound and determined to go out and get laid this weekend and the blizzard would probably ruin that. I was beat when I got home and hopped into bed in my boxers as I usually did. I was horny but decided no to beat the meat in hopes that I would get some later tonight. Little did I know. Alice came home around noon because the weather was closing everything down. She quietly came into the bedroom and picked up her nightgown the went to shower. She always showered when she came home because she smelled like grease. After her shower she put on her nightgown which reached her mid thighs. She was dead tired so she decided to crawl into bed beside me. I was dead to the world and didn't notice her getting into bed. It was 2:30 in the afternoon when I awoke needing to piss. Alice and I had ended up snuggled up a little bit with her back to me. Her ass was not quite making contact with my dick but it was close. I had a hardon which is normal for me when I wake up. Realizing I was in bed with my aunt a few feet away in her nightgown didn't help my state of arousal. I had never thought of her in a sexual manner before, because she had always been my second mother. Since I was a horny 23 year old guy I thought what the heck and pretended I was still sleeping as I kicked the covers a little and moved a little closer. This movement brought me into slight contact with her ass. I almost creamed my shorts right there. I gave that first contact about five minutes to settle down just in case it had woke Aunt Alice. I got bolder and carefully reached down to open the button on my boxers and release my prick which is only 5" long. I nuzzled a little closer and pressed my cock into her fleshy buttocks. It felt like she wasn't wearing any panties but I couldn't be sure. I tried to hold still but my prick was twitching on its own and I was leaking precum already. I became bolder in my horny state and slowly reached for her thigh where her nightgown ended. I slowly moved the material up until there was resistance from my prick. I moved back a little and allowed the top part of her nightie to slide past her heavy ass cheek to uncover one buttock. As soon as my prick made contact with her flesh I started to come all over her ass and nightie. I pressed hard into her and it seemed like I would come forever. When I had finished I about panicked. What would I do now? Alice must have sensed my fear. "Don't worry about the mess it washes off. I just hope you have some left for the rest of the weekend." She then rolled onto her back and gave me a I did and I got quite an education on how to take care of a woman. big hug. "That was a pretty big load you shot. Have you been saving that for someone special?" "I was hoping to get lucky this weekend." "I have a feeling you will." She laughed as she placed my hand on her wet pussy. Aunt Abby For as far back as I can remember, my family would visit my Aunt Abby every year during the summer. We would usually stay for a week or two and I always had a great time. She had married my mom's brother the year I was born. I don't remember him because he passed away only a few years later. My parents continued to keep Aunt Abby close to their hearts and an important part of my life. I really loved her. She was my favorite aunt. My last few years of high school I didn't go with my parents to see her, electing to stay home and fool around with friends. I was now ending my first year of college and knew that I should visit her this year. Scheduling problems with finals made it impossible to go with my parents so I made plans to visit her on my own the following week. She told me that she couldn't wait to see me and catch up on what she had missed in my life. Aunt Abby lived in a very exclusive area; big homes with lots of property. The weatherman had predicted a heat wave this week and for once he was right. Aunt Abby had a large pool I couldn't wait to use it. When I pulled into her driveway I saw her open her front door and wait for me to get my suitcase and come to the door. She opened the screen door and ran to greet me on the walk. She was wearing a pair of very short shorts, a halter-top and no shoes. "Welcome back Kevin," she said. " I'm so happy to see you again. Put that bag down and give your Aunt Abby a hug." I put my stuff down and we hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. "It's been a long time, hasn't it," I said. "It sure has," she replied. "Stand back and let me look at you. My how you've grown. You've turned into a real man. The last time I saw you, you only came up to here." She held out her arm to show how tall I had been. "Now you're taller than me." "I guess I have done a lot of growing these past few years," I said. "You haven't changed a bit. You look like the last time I saw you." This was very true. Aunt Abby was the same age as my mother but looked about 20 years younger. Standing there, dressed as she was, she could have passed for one of my classmates in college. She smiled widely, blushed and said, "Thank you very much. I try to stay in shape. I still swim laps in the pool everyday. I guess that has helped a lot." "I guess it has," I answered. "Because of you I'm on the swim team at school." "That's great! Come on inside and we'll get you settled in." I followed her to my room and as I did I noticed how short her shorts really were. The cheeks of her ass were peeking out of the bottom as she walked. Each side would appear and disappear with the motion of her hips. Her back and legs showed the developed muscles form her daily swims. Her blond hair was cut short making her neck seem very long. I could smell the perfume she had worn since I could remember. "Put your stuff in this room," she told me. "When you get set, come outside to the patio where we can talk." As she turned and left I couldn't help but stare at her fine ass again. I put my clothes away and got into my swim trunks. It was hot and I wanted to use her pool to cool off. As I came to the sliders that led outside I could see my aunt by the portable bar she had out there. She had some music on and she was dancing by herself. She had her back to the door and wasn't aware I was looking. She was making moves like an exotic dancer. Her body swayed like a snake showing how limber she was. I watched as she bent over and was able to place the palms of her hands flat to the ground. Her shorts rode up as high as they could, the edges inching there way towards her crack. I couldn't see any panties because she wasn't wearing any. I could feel my cock start to get bigger so I backed away from the door until I could come out without her noticing. When I felt safe, I made some noise and went out. She invited me to the bar and offered me a drink. We both had a beer and went to sit on a pair of lounge chairs that faced each other. As we talked she shifted her position and I could see that her dance movements from before had pushed her shorts into the slit of her pussy. They didn't go in deep but the depression was obvious. The two mounds created by her cunt were smooth and even. I felt my dick start to grow again and quickly covered it with my hands and the bottle of beer. I raised my knees up to try to give me more cover before realizing that I was now giving my aunt a good view of where I kept my balls. I slowly put one leg down and tried to control myself. She asked me if I wanted another drink and I said yes. She got up and as she did she spread her legs very wide. The material of the shorts between her legs flattened out but then quickly dove deeper into her pussy. A very distinct line was now visible as she walked towards me. She stood over me and asked, "Are you finished with that one?" "It's gotten warm," I answered. "Could I have a cold one?" "Sure, no problem." She turned and I quickly placed my hard dick up on my stomach and used my waistband to keep it down. As she walked away I noticed her reach her fingers up between her legs and pull her shorts out from her snatch. When she returned with my beer, her shorts were neat but I noticed a slight darkness to their color right where they had been inside of her. She handed me my beer and I swear I could smell her as her hand came close to my face. This time she sat in a different chair and crossed her legs. To my relief my dick began to return to its normal shape but I could feel a wet spot where the hole of my pecker had been. We talked for a while, reminiscing about old times. She asked, "Do you have any girlfriends?" I said. "No one really. Believe it or not there aren't too many good ones out there. I thought that when I got to college there would be hundreds of good looking ones to pick from but most of them are taken. If I could meet one like you I would be very happy." "Why thank you Kevin. Who knows, you might find someone like me faster than you think. I see you have your trunks on. Let's go for a swim." "I'd love to Aunt Abby." She looked me in the eyes, smiled and said, "You can stop calling me Aunt Abby. Abby will do just fine. You make me feel as old as your mother when you say that." We both laughed out loud and I said, "Ok. Abby it is for the rest of the week." She said, "I bought a new bathing suit last week. I'll go put it on and I'll meet you at the pool." She went inside to change and I headed for the pool. Her back yard was very secluded. The boundary was outlined with tall thick pines. Her neighbors couldn't see or hear anything that happened here. I got in her pool and started to do some slow laps. I never noticed Abby return until I finished and took my head out of the water. She was standing at the edge of the pool right above where I had stopped. I looked up and saw her standing with one hand behind her head and the other on the hip that she had thrown out to one side, her knee bent and the heel of that leg lifted off the ground. She was posing in the smallest bikini I could remember seeing. It was white. The bra barely covered her tits. I could see the milky, white, skin which had always been covered in her other suits. Her nipples were hard. The panty covered a little bit more than the top did but that wasn't saying much. "Well. How do you like it?" she asked. "I know it's small but I thought, I've got the body so why not show it." She was right. Time had only made Abby better. She had a body that many women would die for. Her body was toned and firm from swimming so much. I said to her, "I like it very much. You look very sexy." She smiled at me and then dove into the water right over my head. I turned and she came up just behind me cursing. "Damn bra. I thought this might happen." She stood up facing me and I saw that her tits had fallen out. They were perfectly round, standing firmly in place. Her hard nipples stood out erect, drops of water rolling down her tits and dripping from them. I watched as she cupped each breast in her hand and gently repositioned them into her suit. She smiled at me and said, "Sorry about that." "Don't worry, I won't tell mom," I replied. She let what I said sink in and then she burst out laughing. I laughed too and then watched her go onto her back and float away. Her tits spread out upon her chest, nipples pointing skyward. The water made her suit more revealing and I could the dark line between her legs where her pussy was. We floated around for a while and then she asked, "Are you up to a race with Abby?" I said, "Sure, but I know who the winner will be." "We'll see about that," she said. "How many laps can the college man do?" We agreed to swim the length of the pool three times. She had always won when I was younger but I knew she couldn't keep up with me now. She counted down to the start and off we went. She kept up with me for the first two laps. On the final lap I was ahead by a couple of feet when suddenly I felt something. Abby had gotten close to me and grabbed hold of my trunks. With one strong yank she had pulled them down around my knees. As I struggled to pull them back up Abby swam for the edge. When I finally broke to the surface she was at the end with her arms in the air, laughing and yelling, "I won, I won." I swam towards her yelling back, "You cheated. That wasn't fair. You cheated." She continued to proclaim her victory as I came closer. She backed away laughing and pointing at me saying, "Loser, loser. I won. I won." I reached for her and she made for the ladder, laughing all the way. She was climbing out when I got to her and grabbed her ankle. She let out a wild scream, never stopping from laughing. I yanked and she fell back into the pool screaming out even louder. She struggled to get away but I was stronger. As we fought I put my arm around her and grabbed hold of her. My hand had found its way underneath her bra and I had a firm hold of her tit. It felt as good as it looked. I could feel her hard nipple pressing against the palm of my hand. I held on tight and brought my other hand around her body. I could feel her hipbone where the panties of her suit were barely staying on. I brought my hand down and felt the tendon that ran down from her crotch to her inner thigh. She struggled more and twisted away from me. She tried to swim away, still laughing, but I caught her again. This time when I reached out my right hand grabbed onto her upper inside thigh again. I reached with my other hand and held onto the cheek of her ass. She broke free and I lunged for her again. This time my right hand went further. My fingers slid just under her panties and I could feel the hairs that covered her cunt. She twisted again, broke free and swam for safety. Still laughing she reached the edge of the pool and lifted herself up. I watched as her ass rose from the water. Her suit had crawled up deep inside the cheeks of her firm butt. She turned and sat on the edge facing me. I watched as the tit, which I had held in my hand, bounced up and down as she laughed. This time she didn't bother to cover it up. Instead, she reached behind her neck, undid the knot, took it off and said, "Damn bra," and laughed some more. She leaned towards me and asked, "Well, did you have fun, loser?" Her tits were hanging right in front of my nose but that didn't bother Abby. I looked into her eyes and said, " You cheated." She threw her head back and squealed with delight. She lifted her legs out of the pool, grabbed her knees and rolled onto her back. The panties of her suit were now drawn up deep inside of her cunt. The lips of her pussy were now bulging out on either side of her crack like little mounds, daring me to touch them. Her ass was round and firm, the drops of water shining in the sunlight. She finally sat back up and rested her chin on her knees. I put my hands on her feet and asked, "What other tricks do you have planned?" "Follow me and find out," she said. She got up and I followed her inside. I watched as the water dripped from between her legs. I followed her up the stairs, reaching out and feeling her ass as it moved in front of me. "Go a little further," she told me and I pushed my fingers under her panties and felt for the opening of her cunt. It was very wet and the slipperiness told me that it was more than pool water that I felt. As I kept my hand there, Abby was able to spread her legs so that I could reach further. I felt for her slit and spread her lips apart with my fingers. I slid two fingers into her and felt the heat coming from inside. She took me to her bedroom then turned to face me. "If you take them off for me it will be much easier." I slid her panties off and she helped me with my trunks. We stood facing each other and she moved towards me to kiss. My hard dick was pointing straight at her, jabbing her. She grabbed my hard cock and proceeded to lift one leg up and rest it on my hip. She then pushed my dick up inside her wet pussy. It slid in with no problem. She then put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Aunt Abby couldn't do this to you but Abby can." She pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth and moaned with pleasure. She pulled her lips from mine and said, "Why don't you see how the rest of Abby tastes." She pulled her pussy off of my throbbing cock and went to lie down. She took a pillow from the head of the bed and positioned it under her hips. She spread her legs as wide as she could, reached down between her legs, and spread the lips of her pussy. She said to me, "I know that you've been wondering what I taste like ever since those beers on the patio. The show I put on for you there was to prepare you for this. Did you like the way my pants filled the crack of my pussy? Now you can fill me with your tongue. Come on Kevin. Eat me." I went to her to do as she said. She knew I wanted to taste her badly. I looked at her pussy and saw how wet she really was. I smelled her sweetness just as I had when she handed me the beer. I could see her juices pooling up in the folds of her cunt. I watched as it grew in one spot, collecting, and then slowly trickled down, leaving the confines of her pussy and rolling in the direction of her asshole. I quickly lapped this juice up with my tongue before it disappeared. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. I pushed my face hard into her cunt. She moaned and pushed back. I could feel the inside of her pussy open wider, aching to be filled by whatever was down there. Right now it was spreading for my mouth and I knew it would open even wider to accept my hard throbbing cock. I knew that when her pussy felt that it would be filled with my hot, thick cum it would open out to its limits. Abby rocked with pleasure as she felt me explore every fold and corner that had stayed hidden from this kind of pleasure for so long. I could sense her begin to orgasm as I licked and sucked on her clit. I could feel the waves rising up from deep inside as she pushed harder against my mouth. A low moan began to come from her, building up volume with the nearing of her orgasm. Her juices ran freely as she finally came. She closed her legs on my head as I continued to let my tongue work on her clit. She went on and on, thrusting her hips into the air, rolling her body from side to side. Fluid continued to exit from her pussy even after her orgasm had begun to subside. She reached down and pulled my face from her wet cunt. She looked down at me and said, "We aren't done with Abby yet, are we?" "No, I'm not done with Abby yet. However, I'm pretty sure that I'll never visit Aunt Abby again." She smiled at me knowing what I meant. The aunt of my younger years was gone. She had been replaced by the woman that was in bed with me now. The new Abby had a fire that burned inside of her and wanted me to satisfy her. She held out her arms and invited me to put my cock into her. I slid into her with ease. She was so wet it seemed as if we were still in the pool. Her legs opened wide as we both headed towards orgasm. She looked at me and said nothing as her body once again began to vibrate all over as she came and came. As my hot cum exploded deep inside her cunt, she cried out with pleasure. Her steamy juices and my thick hot cum poured out of her hole and onto the pillow under her hips. It ran down over her asshole and as it did another wave of orgasm went through her body. When her body had finally finished bringing her such pleasure we lay together exhausted. She held and kissed me as my hard cock finally softened even though I was still inside of her. She said, "Thank you. I’ve needed to feel this way for a long time. When I knew you would be coming here alone I prayed that this would happen. You know you’re my favorite nephew." "If I didn’t know before, I sure know now," I said. I stayed for an additional week and transferred to a nearby college so that I could stay with her for the next three years. Maybe I'll go to graduate school! Aunt Agrees It was 9:30 when I woke up that morning, and it was the second week that I would be living with my aunt. Now my aunt was about 5'6, 130 pounds, with a size 36dd breasts size and a great ass, as you can see I've checked a few things out since I've moved in, being 18 years old and all. My aunt has never had any kids and never married so her excellent figure has lasted, she's now 42. When I woke up that morning I found my aunt preparing breakfast in the kitchen. She was wearing the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen, that lingerie was a see through babydoll, and under that she had on a white bra, a white thong, a white garterbelt, and white thigh highs. I was really wondering what was going on or if she had forgot to change before I got up. "Good morning aunty" I said. "O hello Matt, I hope you don't mind what I'm wearing because something a little different is going to happen today" she responded "O I don't mind what your wearing at all Aunty, I think you look sexy as h*ll, but what's this change you are talking about?" "Well Matt, as long as you live in my house I want you to wear lingerie, you don't have to go out of the house as a girl but as long as your here I want you to wear female underwear." This shocked me but at the same time I was intrigued because I've always wanted to try on panties, thongs, and other female lingerie. As I thought about this and became immediately turned on, and then my cock began to grow and I could feel it getting hard. As my aunt say this she continued, "Also, if you decide that you will do this, I will let you play with me and me you. Also your new name at home will be Alexa." "Aunty, I will do this for you, this sounds unbelievably great." "Ok, lets go try on some clothes." As she led me upstairs to her master bedroom, she had me strip of my boxers and t-shirt that I was wearing, when we go to her room she closed the doors behind us so this could be a special moment between the two of us. I immediately saw a gift box on her bed. "Now Alexa, why don't you go over there and see what's in your present, and see what you think." I spread out all the lingerie on her bed. I began trying on all the different types of lingerie. There were panties, thongs, g-string (those didn't fit that well), babydolls, teddiettes, French maid costumes, and a few others. Clearly my aunt had been planning this day for a while. As I was trying them on my cock got rock hard from the feel of silk and satin on it. My Aunt recognized this after a couple outfits and then came over and rubbed my cock through the silky material. "Aunty that feels so wonderful please continue" "NO, not now Alexa first we have to pick out the outfit your going to wear today." As we continued my favorite lingerie that she had purchased for me was a pair of satin skin colored panties, when they were on I felt like I was in heaven. Those panties had a matching corset, which felt lovely on me as well. As I continued trying on other lingerie (after I had put the other set in my favorite pile) I found a lovely black teddiette that aunty had purchased for me. A thong and stockings accompanied the teddiette and as that was put on, I realized I liked this set very much too. Again, my dick got very hard and my aunt came over and rubbed it, which only made it bigger, but I did feel good. I continued to try on the rest of the lingerie but decided I that I would wear the panties with the matching corset. "Ok Alexa, now that I see your set we can continue" Aunty then got my panties and corset and helped me into them. As she was doing this by cock was again getting bigger and harder, and since my cock is rather nice size (8 inches), it started to strain the panties. Again, my aunt rubbed it but this time, since it was the third time she had teased me I almost came. After I was dressed in my corset and panties my aunt brought me down stairs where one of her friends was standing. I was immediately embarrassed but really turned on at the thought of another women seeing me in panties. "Hi Jennifer" my aunt said, "This is Alexa." "Hi Alexa, responded Jennifer. "I thought the three of us could have some fun together." My aunt said with a smile. To be continued... Aunt Alice Ch. 2 Cheryl's mother thought it would be nice if she and Aunt Alice went on a weekend adventure. Cheryl was excited and wandering what her hot Aunt had in store. They hopped in Alice's minivan and drove towards their destination. As nightfall approached Alice pulled into a motel. She got a room for her and her niece. They entered the room and flopped on the full size bed. "I didn't think you would mind if we shared a bed" Alice said with a smile. "No, I would prefer it," she said. Alice turned on the television and there was a hot porno on. Luckily, it was a hot lesbian scene. Cheryl watched as the two women on the screen were in a hot 69, licking each other's pussies hungrily. Cheryl felt her pussy dampen as she watched the 2 gals lap at each other. "I'll be back in a few minutes, gonna go get a bottle of wine or something for us to drink" Alice said. "Will you be ok here by yourself?" "Sure I'll be fine" Cheryl replied. The moment Alice left the room and Cheryl heard the door lock she slid her shorts and panties off. She spread her young thighs apart and began to finger her wet pussy. Cheryl began rubbing her finger across her hot swollen clit, making her pussy tingle. She began to moan quite loudly. Her eyes remained focused on the lesbians on the movie as she began to finger fuck her hot pussy. Cheryl thrust her hips up as her fingers slid into her tight young pussy. She was fucking her wet cunt furiously. She grunted as she climaxed. Her pussy juices covered her hand and fingers. Cheryl began to lick her own tasty juices from her fingers and hand. She loved the taste of pussy. Thanks to Aunt Alice, she had a real craving for the taste of cunt now. Cheryl's fingers found her pussy again and she began to slide them up and down her wet slit. Her mouth was open and she moaned softly as her fingers slid into her hot tight pussy once again. "Oh God" she moaned. Suddenly she heard a key in the door, and as it opened she was trying to cover her young naked body. Alice entered the room with a large bottle of wine, and behind her stood a tall blonde woman. The woman was close to 6 ft tall and had the largest breasts Cheryl had ever seen. Cheryl was still pulling the sheet up trying to cover her naked body. "Cheryl, just what were you doing?" Alice said to her niece. "Nothing, just kind of... uh," Cheryl stammered. The blonde sat down on the bed next to Cheryl. "Don't hide you beautiful body" the blonde said. "It looks pretty fine to me" The blonde began to slide the sheet off of Cheryl exposing her pretty hairless pussy. The blonde wasted no time, and placed her head between Cheryl's young thighs. Cheryl moaned as the blonde's tongue flicked against her swollen clit. "Oh God yes" Cheryl moaned. Alice sat on the bed next to them. Alice slid the blonde's skirt up above her waist and began to lower her panties. Alice watched with amazement as the large cock fell out of the panties. "Oh my God" Alice said. "What the hell?" she asked pointing at the long semi erect cock dangling from between the blonde's legs. "I'm a shemale" the blonde said. "Why don't you suck my cock for me" she continued. Alice was unsure of this, because she really didn't like men, but this was almost a woman, wasn't it? She took the semi erect cock into her soft hand and firmly gripped it. The cock began to grow harder and thicker. Alice gasped as she held the fully erect 10 inch cock in her hand. She looked at it with amazement. It turned her on, and she couldn't understand why. She hadn't been with a man in over 20 years, only women, but as she stroked the erect monstrous cock in her hand she felt herself become wetter and wetter. The shemale continued eating Cheryl's pussy. Cheryl was thrashing wildly on the bed, moaning as she came. The shemale made loud slurping noises as he/she licked up all of Cheryl's hot pussy cream. "Oh GOd, it's so wonderful" Cheryl moaned. Alice was running her tongue up and down the shemale's swollen shaft. Precum oozed from the huge head. Alice licked the precum with her tongue, savoring it's sweet/salty taste. Alice began to take the large cock between her lips. The shemale moaned loudly as it's cock slid deeply into Alice's hot mouth. Alice tried not to gag as the large cock entered her throat. She relaxed a bit, and it entered quite easily. Cheryl glanced down and saw her Aunt sucking the shemale's large thick cock. "Wow, that looks good" Cheryl moaned. ( Remember, Cheryl is still a virgin as far as cocks go.) Cheryl watched as her Aunt Alice hungrily sucked the shemale's long thick cock. Alice was gently cupping the large balls as she fucked the cock with her mouth. Cheryl joined her Aunt and took one of the shemale's shaved balls into her mouth. The shemale moaned as both women worked on his hard member. Alice removed the cock from her mouth, and held it firmly by its thick shaft. "Go ahead and put it in your mouth" she told her niece. Cheryl opened her mouth widely and accepted the large cock. She licked all around the large organ with her tongue. The shemale moaned and began thrusting his hips. Cheryl felt the large cock pulsate wildly in her hand. "I'm gonna shoot" the shemale yelled. Cheryl held the large cock in her hand slowly stroking it up and down with her small hand. She watched with great fascination as the white sticky cum erupted from it's large head. It squirted a massive amount, followed by another, than another. Some of the jism landed inside of Cheryl's mouth. As she tasted the hot cum she moaned. Cheryl took the pulsating cock head between her lips, and swallowed the last few spurts of cum. Cheryl licked the cum from her hands and softly sucked the rock hard cock between her soft lips. "Sit on my cock!" the shemale told her. Cheryl straddled the shemale's still rock hard cock, and slid her virgin pussy upon it. It was so huge, and her pussy was so small. But as she wiggled her hips it slowly slid into her. Cheryl moaned as the large cock split her virgin cunt open. Alice straddled the shemale's face and lowered her red haired cunt onto his lips. The shemale's tongue thrust into her hot pussy. Alice moaned as her sweet pussy cream flowed into his mouth. "Oh dear God" Alice moaned. ALice ground her pussy against the shemale's pretty face, smearing her hot pussy cum across his chin and lips. Cheryl was sliding up and down the long thick cock. She moaned and groaned as her pussy spasmed around the cock. She gripped the cock like a vise with her tender cunt. Her orgasm hit strong and hard. "Oh yes, push it up in me baby!" Cheryl moaned. The shemale grunted as Cheryl's tight pussy firmly held his large cock in it's clutch. "Oh I'm gonna cum" the shemale announced. Alice now ripped the shemale's top open revealing the very large breasts. Alice squeezed the large nipples hard between her fingers. The shemale groaned and grunted again. Cheryl climaxed as the shemale's hot cum exploded into her hot pussy. "Oooh yeah, it feels so hot!" Cheryl moaned. Cheryl knew that she couldn't be strictly lesbian as the hard cock pulsated inside of her tight pussy. "YES, YES, YES!!!" Cheryl moaned. Her pussy spasmed and she bounced up and down on the large cock faster and faster. She felt every hot drop of his wonderful cum as it splashed inside of her pussy. "Give me more" Cheryl moaned. She loved the way it felt as the hot cum filled her pussy. Cheryl climaxed again, and she rode the shemale to yet another hot climax. The shemale's cock began to grow limp inside of her now. Cheryl slid off of him. Cheryl took one of the shemale's erect nipples between her lips and gently bit it. Alice was still grinding her pussy against his pretty face. "Oh God" Alice moaned, and she climaxed intensely. Her body shook and quivered. She rode the shemale's face until her climax subsided. As she slid from his face she looked at her wet pussy juice as it glistened all over his face. Cheryl moved up the shemale's body and began to lick her Aunt's hot pussy cream from his face. Cheryl slid her tongue inside of the shemale's mouth and they passionately kissed. Alice slid between her niece's legs and licked the shemale's cum from her hot dripping pussy. Cheryl moaned, and climaxed. Her juices along with the shemale's cum poured from her hot pussy. Alice made loud slurping noises as she licked both of their juices from Cheryl's hot pussy hole. All 3 lay side by side in the large bed. Cheryl sucked the shemale to a full erection, and he mounted ALice. Alice grunted as she felt her first cock in 20 yrs. Her pussy held the cock tightly as she came instantly. "Oh dear God!" Alice moaned as her pussy spasmed. The shemale fucked her with long hard strokes. She grunted each time his long thick cock fully entered her aching pussy. Cheryl masturbated as she watched the shemale fuck her AUnt. The shemale moaned, and shot his cum into Alice's pussy. "Oh my I forgot how fucking good it feels," Alice moaned as the hot cum entered her pussy. She bucked beneath the shemale like a wild animal. Her long nails dug into the flesh of his back as she held him inside of her. He continued thrusting and shooting his cum inside of her pussy. Alice came again, and the shemale with drew his shrinking cock from her. "Thanks for the hot time" the shemale's said as he began to get dressed. Cheryl and Alice both lay on the bed, sexually exhausted. "No dear, thank you" Alice moaned. Cheryl blew a kiss to the pretty shemale as he left the hotel room. "God I forgot how good it felt to be fucked" Alice said. "Maybe I am not quite the lesbian I thought I was". Alice began to wonder if she should change plans for the weekend. She was taking Cheryl to a lesbian spa, and letting her get her taste of an all female orgy. As Alice thought about it, she realized, maybe being bi wasn't so bad. She knew that her and Cheryl would have an excellent time at the spa. Alice kissed Cheryl goodnight. She knew tomorrow would be an exciting day. To Be Continued... Aunt Alison Ch. 01 It was the morning of December 21 as Chad Nichols and his family prepared for the arrival of his aunt, Alison. Alison was his father's sister whom Chad hadn't seen in twelve years, when he was only six years old. Even though she was his aunt, she was only eight years older than him. When he was a baby, she treated him more like her own kid than just a nephew. Alison hadn't seen her brother and his family in many years, ever since she and her parents moved across the country to Oregon. This Christmas though was very special. Alison's father, Chad's grandfather, had passed away over the summer and that had drained her emotionally. The only medicine she thought would help would be a visit to the family she had missed so dearly. It had been a month since this Christmas visit was planned and both she and the family were ecstatic about the visit...except for Chad. Chad, as mentioned, hadn't seen his aunt since he was six and had very faint memories of her at all. Hell, he hadn't ever seen a picture of her. While his curiosity was there, that was the only feeling he had for her. Michelle, Chad's mother, and Brian, his father, had left for the airport to pick Alison up and left their son to finish cleaning the house before they returned. He was like any typical teenager and did the bare minimum when it came to the job. A quick dusting and a brief run of the vacuum cleaner was seen as enough for him. He was just happy to have the house to himself for a few hours. Once his "cleaning" was done, he made his way upstairs to pass the time by doing what any single teenage boy would do when he had the house to himself. After "passing the time", he cleaned himself up, made his way back down stairs and started watching a basketball game. Two hours later, he heard three car doors slam outside and he knew that his family had returned. He looked towards the door as his parents walked in, followed by his aunt. When he saw her walk through, his jaw almost hit the ground. Trailing his parents was a tall woman with long, silky auburn colored hair with big, dark blue eyes. She was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt that hugged her rather small breasts and pair of baggy green cargo pants. He was shocked at how amazingly beautiful his 26 year old aunt was. "Chad honey, come over here and say hi to your Aunt Alison." His mother said. Chad stood up and walked towards her, his eyes locked onto hers. "Damn Chad, you sure have grown the last twelve years." Alison said as she pulled him in for a hug. 18 year old Chad didn't know how to feel. He had this stunningly beautiful woman giving him a tight hug but it was his own aunt and deep down, he knew it was wrong to think of her as a "beautiful woman". Once she broke the embrace, she turned and walked towards the dining room table and sat down. She wanted to relax after the long day of travel she had just experienced. Since the day was hectic enough, the family decided to go out for dinner instead of cooking themselves. An hour after they had arrived home, they were back on the road heading to their favorite restaurant. They had a quick dinner and within two hours were back home. Brian and Chad unloaded Alison's two bags from the car and carried them in to the house. "Come on Alison, Chad and I will show you to your room." Brian said as he led them up the stairs. Alison would be staying in the room next to Chad's for the week. Brian showed her around the room before he heard his wife calling for him from downstairs. "Be right back." He told the two young people in the room. "That's okay Brian," Alison said. "I'm gonna catch a shower in a minute anyway." "Okay, Chad will show you where the bathroom is." He said as he left the room. Alison pulled her towel from the bag and laid it out on the bed as Chad tried his best not to stare at her backside. She turned towards him and smiled. "So Chad, can you show my where the bathroom is?" "Sure." He said as he tried to keep his eyes on hers and not let them drift down, but struggled. He led her to the bathroom and opened the door for her. "Aw, you're too sweet." She patted him on the shoulder before entering the bathroom and closing the door. Chad took a deep breath before going into his room. He sat on his bed and tried to sort his thoughts out. Why was his mind doing this to him? He was a single guy who never had a girlfriend, but that was by choice. He had seen all the teenage drama that surrounded his friends early in high school and decided that he wanted nothing to do with it. He had had sex three times before with a really hot girl he had met at the mall, but never took the relationship out of the bedroom. This kid was told several times that he was good looking enough to have any girl he could possibly want, but why was mind wanting his aunt? As he sat there thinking about her, Chad felt that his cock was pressing hard against his pants. It was just another dilemma that he didn't need. He had no idea whether or not to tend to his throbbing erection knowing that he would have to think about her while doing the deed. He wrestled with his thoughts for several minutes until he finally decided that he had to tend to the erection regardless of what his brain wanting to imagine. While pulling his pants down, he heard Alison shout out his name. "Chad! Can you come here for a second please!" Chad pulled his pants back up and walked towards the bathroom. Once he got to the door, Alison popped her head out from behind the door and smiled at him. She looked even hotter in his eyes now seeing her auburn hair wet, with long dark strands sticking to her face. "Hey, I left my towel on my bed. Can you get it for me?" He realized that she was fully naked behind the door, which did not help the confusion he was already feeling. "Yeah sure." Chad said as he quickly turned around (to make sure she didn't see the tent in his pants) and walked towards her room. He retrieved the towel and went back to the bathroom, handing her the towel. When she reached for it, Chad got a good look at the side of her left breast and was only a few centimeters from seeing her areola. She thanked him and closed the door. "What the hell is going on?" He whispered to himself as he had yet another reason to be confused. He ran back to his room, locked the door and lay down on the bed. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and began to stroke himself. Despite how wrong it felt, this confused young man's hormones were running too wild for him to ignore. He couldn't figure out why he was so hot for his aunt, but his balls were begging too hard for a release and he had to give in. Chad lay on his bed, furiously masturbating, as pictured his aunt nude in his mind. His imagination was taking him over. Chad imagined running his hand down her slender body, giving her small breasts a hard squeeze. He imagined the squeal of joy she would make as his hand worked its way down her body and to her warm pussy. He increased his pace as he pictured Alison taking his six inch rod into her mouth and licking it like a popsicle. Chad's imagination was drawing him closer to orgasm when a knock on his door rocked him back to reality. "Chad?" Alison knocked again. "Can I come in?" He sighed, upset that he couldn't reach his climax. Pulling his pants back up, he got up and unlocked the door, letting her in. She was wearing the same clothes she was before her shower and her hair was still a bit wet. They made small talk for about a half hour, talking about school and work and whatever else they could think of. He pointed out that he was going to the University of Oregon next fall, which happened to be close to Alison's place. "The campus is like a mile from my house. If you don't want to spend money on a dorm, you're more than welcome to stay with me. I have a spare room and living alone is really fucking boring." His heart started racing as the idea of being around her everyday not only excited him, but also somewhat scared him. The fact that he never wanted to stay in a dorm made his answer easy. "Absolutely, sounds great." She sat cross legged on his bed while he sat at his desk chair. About twenty minutes into the conversation, Chad's eyes wandered down to Alison's chest and suddenly he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. During the last few minutes of the talk, he tried to hide the fact that he could see the outline of her very hard nipples poking through her t-shirt. Brian walked in around nine o'clock (about forty minutes after Alison came in) and said his goodnights both to his sister and his son. Once he left, she looked at the clock and noticed the time. "Okay buddy, I've had a long day. I'm going to bed. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." She stood up and yawned real loud, stretching her arms above her head. Chad's eyes stayed locked on her breasts as she stretched. Once Alison closed the door behind her, Chad yanked his pants off and jerked himself so hard he thought that he would tear his penis clear from his body. It took only a few minutes before he blew the biggest load he could ever remember shooting. He cleaned himself up, stripped down to his green boxers and went to bed. Chad woke up around one o'clock in the morning, not being able to sleep with the thoughts of lust and confusion racing throughout his mind. He was craving a snack so he walked quietly downstairs and into the kitchen. He almost jumped out of his skin when he walked in and saw Alison standing near the microwave as a hot pocket spun inside. Chad was still in only his boxers and was embarrassed when she saw him. "Hey buddy...nice underwear." His face was beaming red from embarrassment. Not just embarrassment from being in his underwear, but also seeing Alison in hers. "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be in here." He said with a shaky voice. "Well, I guess I can't make fun of you for that. I mean, look what I'm wearing." Chad had already noticed what Alison was wearing. She stood there wearing just a white tank top and a pair of black panties. "Yeah I...I guess n...not." He tripped over as words while trying not to stare, which she quickly caught on to. "What's the matter buddy, are you embarrassed to see me in my undies?" She said while pulling her snack out of the microwave. He did not answer. "It's okay, I understand. But just remember that when you were a kid, I helped change you diaper and wipe your ass on a regular basis. It's not like I haven't seen all there is to see when it comes to you." She could see that his nerves were not settling. "I'll try to wear more clothes when I'm around you next time, okay?" She kissed his cheek before taking her plate upstairs. Chad sat at the table taking deep breaths and trying to figure himself out. After a few minutes he went back to bed. -- The next day was awkward for Chad. He spent the majority of the day helping his family finish decorating the house, which resulted in a lot of time directly around Alison. Today, she was wearing a tight black tank top and a pair of basketball shorts as it was an unseasonably warm December day in Vermont. It seemed to Chad that she was now full-on teasing him after their encounter the previous night. The most awkward part came when they started to decorate the tree. The family Christmas tree was about ten feet tall and almost reached the ceiling. Alison and Chad were given the responsibility to decorate the tree while Michelle and Brian were at work. Chad went upstairs to retrieve a mini-ladder so they could work on the top of the tree. When he returned to the den, she had her back to him, spreading the ornaments and decorations around on the table. He couldn't help but check her out when he noticed a rather large tattoo on her upper back. "Hey, that's a pretty cool looking tattoo." He said, causing her to turn around. "Thanks, it took a while to finish. You want to see the whole thing?" "Sure." He responded. Alison turned her back towards him once again and lifted her shirt up over her head, placing it on the table. It was obvious now to Chad that his aunt did not enjoy wearing a bra as her bare back faced him. He was now staring at a large hawk that spread from shoulder to shoulder down half way to her shorts. "That's nice. I guess that had to hurt." "At first, but you get used to it." Chad's heart almost stopped as she turned around, still topless, and gave him a full on look at her b-cup breasts before putting her shirt back on. "You have any tattoos?" He quickly had to snap into reality. "No, but I've been thinking about it." He walked towards the table as Alison stepped up on the ladder. "You should get one, it's definitely worth it. Can you hand me the angel?" He handed her the angel and she placed it atop the tree. They got about half of the tree decorated before they took a break. "I'm gonna get a beer, you want one?" "Um, okay." Chad wasn't expecting his aunt to offer him a beer, but then again he didn't expect her to show him her bare chest either...so he just rolled with it. The two young relatives sat down on the couch together and turned the television on. Chad had the remote and stopped on a basketball game, the New York Knicks vs. his favorite team, the Boston Celtics. "You like basketball?" She asked him. "Yep, Celtics fan forever." She gave him a playfully angry glare. "Celtics huh...well, I'm a diehard Knicks fan." Chad also gave her a playful glare. "How about we make a bet in this game?" He asked. "Sure, what do you have in mind?" The obvious thing he had in mind was to see her naked if he won, but he was smart enough to realize that that probably wouldn't fly well with her. "How about the loser finishes all the chores that my mom left for us? Deal?" He stuck out his hand and she quickly shook it. "Deal!" The game was tied at the start of the fourth quarter when they started watching. It didn't take long though for Chad to realize that winning this impromptu bet wasn't going to happen. The Knicks went on 16-0 run to start the quarter. They ended up winning by twenty...and Alison made sure Chad knew it. She jumped up yelled out a long "Wooooooo!" "How did Boston do Chad? Huh? It looks like the mighty Boston Celtics lost to the little old New York Knicks. Hope you enjoy the work you have to do while I just sit back and watch!" She walked to the table and grabbed an armful of tree decorations and placed them on his lap. "Go on, your parents will be home in a few hours." She grabbed another beer and sat down at the table as Chad started to decorate the tree. As he was decorating the tree, he heard the camera on Alison's phone go off several times. He looked at her and she just smiled. "What are taking pictures of, Aunt Alison?" She giggled. "Aunt Alison? Way to make me feel old. Just call me Alison, buddy. I'm just taking pictures to show your mom how hard you're working." Chad turned his attention back to the tree as his aunt kept snapping away with the camera. After an hour, the tree was fully decorated. Alison stood up and took one good picture of it fully decked out. "Beautiful! Great job Chad." She patted her hand on his shoulder, giving it a brief rub which felt great for him. "Sit down and relax for a bit...then you can finish your work." She got him a water bottle and sat next to him. After finishing a text message, Alison put her phone down and looked at her nephew. "Can I ask you something Chad?" "Sure." "It's about last night." Chad felt a chill run through his body. "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed embarrassed seeing me dressed the way I was. If I made you uncomfortable, then I'm really sorry. I was up for an hour last night thinking that I upset you." "Seriously?" He responded. "It didn't upset me at all; it was just a shock to see my aunt in her underwear. It just...never mind." He caught himself before he said something that would have made this whole situation much weirder. "Just what?" He just looked at her in silence. "What is it Chad? You can tell me." "I can't, it would just upset you. Can't we talk about something else?" She was really confused as to what was going on. "Chad. I promise that whatever you need to say...It won't upset me at all. I've got thick skin, I can take it." He continued to sit in silence. "Chad. If you don't tell me what is bothering you than I'm just gonna think you don't like me. It's gonna ruin the holidays for me if I think my nephew hates me." "It's not that I don't like you, it's actually the complete opposite." Chad felt that he crossed the line he didn't want to cross as he finished that sentence. His face was suddenly beat red. "Wait..." She said with a shocked look on her face. "Oh god. So the reason you have been acting so weird is because..." Her brain was connecting the dots. "Chad...are you in love with me?" He quietly shook his head up and down. "Oh my..." She was trying to figure out what to say. "When did you start feeling like this? Was it when I was in my underwear last night?" "No, I have been attracted to you since the second you walked through the door. I wasn't expecting you to be so beautiful and I...I hate that I felt that way, but with the towel thing and then you coming to my room. You weren't wearing a bra and it was REALLY noticeable when we talked. Then you stretched, and then last night. And then there was..." "When I showed you my tattoo and turned around before I put my shirt back on?" "Yeah, I've tried not to think that way about you but everything kept aligning weirdly." "Wait, so last night when I heard your bed creaking real loudly after I left the room...you were...and you were thinking about?" He looked away and gave no answer, shocked that she was able to hear. He remembered that her bed was against the wall, opposite to his. She knew that he was too embarrassed to admit to it They both sat in silence, looking down at the table for several minutes. Alison finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry Chad. If I knew how you felt I...I need to go lie down and think things through." She got up and made her way upstairs. "Alison!?" Chad shouted out to her but got no answer. He heard her door slam shut. Chad got up and finished decorating the house, the whole time yelling at himself for fucking things up. As he was doing his last chore, he heard his parents come through the door. "Hey honey." Michelle said. "Where's Aunt Alison?" "Uh, she wasn't feeling too good so she went upstairs. She said she didn't sleep much last night, so I guess she was just tired." He lied. His parents thanked him for decorating the house, telling him he did an amazing job. Chad went upstairs to go to his room. He stopped in front of Alison's door and went to knock, but stopped himself and went into his own room instead. After a few hours, Michelle called both of them down for dinner. Chad left his room and looked back. He saw that Alison's door was slightly open and it seemed she was waiting for him to go downstairs first. As he sat down at the table, he saw his aunt enter the room. She was not dressed the way she had been. Alison was wearing a hooded black sweatshirt and a red pair of sweatpants. To his surprise though, she was smiling. "Hey Brian, Michelle," Her smile dimmed down. "Chad." "You okay honey? Chad said you weren't feeling too good." Michelle asked. "Yeah, I didn't sleep much last night. I don't sleep well in new beds." She kept looking over at Chad, only to look away when he noticed. They finished their dinner and after a long chat, all four people went to their respective rooms for the night. Michelle and Brian's bedroom was down stairs on the opposite side of the kitchen and left first. Chad and Alison spent a few minutes sitting in silence before going upstairs. Chad sat on his bed wondering how the rest of the holiday would go. It seems he went from being good friends with his aunt to being public enemy number one in her eyes. The most prevalent thought in his head...how was tomorrow going to go. Tomorrow would be just like today, his parents gone for most of the day leaving him alone with Alison who seemingly wanted nothing to do with him. Aunt Alison Ch. 01 -- The next day, Chad woke up around two o'clock in the afternoon and headed downstairs. His brain didn't let him sleep regularly the night before. It seemed like a blessing in disguise since his parents would be back in about an hour. He stopped in his tracks when he reached the last step and saw Alison sitting at the table with a bowl of ice cream in front of her. She was wearing the same clothes as last night and she clearly hadn't brushed her hair yet as it was a giant mess. As he turned around to go back upstairs, he heard her call out, "Chad?" He slowly turned around and saw her turned towards him. "Buddy, I think we need to talk. Come here and sit down next to me please." Chad made his way slowly towards the table and sat down, still finding it hard to look her in eye. "Alison, I have to tell you how sorry I..." She placed her finger over his lips. "Shush, let me talk first okay?" He nodded and she took her finger away. "Last night I laid down on the bed on thought about what happened. I didn't know whether to be angry, depressed, disgusted, flattered...I couldn't figure it out. Then it finally hit me...I really can't be angry at you. I mean, I'm a pretty woman and you are an 18 year-old man. I wasn't really thinking when I showed you my boobs and all of the other times they drew your attention. It's really my fault and I'd seriously think you were gay if you weren't attracted to me after all of that." Chad couldn't take his eyes away from hers. "And we may be blood related, but it's not like I was around when you were growing up. When you saw me walk through the door, you saw a cute stranger instead of a family member. Am I right Chad?" "Yeah, I think so." He didn't know exactly how to answer. "You have no idea how much I've missed you since the last time I saw you. I always hoped we could be close, but I never thought this would be an issue. What can we do to fix this?" "I don't know but I want to fix this. You seem really cool and I want to have some kind of relationship with you. Oh, God dammit!" He quickly was angry with himself for those words "some kind of relationship". "Are you okay?" She asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I said 'relationship' and that's not what I wanted to say. Dammit." "Chad, calm down, I'm not angry because...because..." She stopped and looked down as he looked at her. "Alison?" He asked her. "Because...well, after yesterday I started thinking about things. Especially the thing about you...you touching...well, that...and I had the image of you doing that and I...I had to..." Alison's face was so red, it looked like her face was going to burst. "I started doing the same thing." "You...you played with yourself? Thinking of me?" Alison nodded and looked up at her nephew. Her eyes were filling with tears. "I have no idea what came over me. I mean...I've known you since you were three days old. I don't know why I did that. The only thing I knew was that I liked it. I really liked it." She grabbed on to his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "Alison?" Chad broke the brief silence. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but...can I kiss you?" Without answering, she leaned across the table and shoved her tongue down his throat. It only took a second for him to respond by giving her the deepest kiss he had ever given anyone. Their lips remained locked for about two minutes before it was broken. "Wow...I can't believe that just happened!" She exclaimed. Their hands remained locked as they stared into each other's eyes. "I think trying to fight these feeling is just pointless. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Without saying a word, they both got up ran upstairs into Chad's room; their hands never separating. Alison let go of him and crawled on to his bed as he closed the door behind him. He dove on to the bed, landing right next to her as their lips met once again. The furiously made out for several minutes until his hands found their way to the bottom of her sweatshirt. She sat up to let him pull the shirt up over her head. Underneath it was the same tank top she was wearing two nights before in the kitchen. That shirt did not remain on her body long before he pulled it off and tossed it aside. For the second time in as many days, he got a full on look at his aunt nearly-perfect set of breasts. Alison's beautiful pink nipples stood tall, just waiting for Chad's mouth to abuse them. He pressed his lips to her left nipple and gently caressed it with his tongue as she moaned loudly. "Mmmm, Chad that feels so damn good!' She exclaimed as he softly nibbled on the rock hard bud. Soon after, he turned his attention to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Meanwhile, his aunt began to move her hand up and down his back. She pulled his white t-shirt over his head and got another look at his body. He wasn't one to workout often, but his physique showed that he really didn't need to. Chad was built naturally good; enough for any woman to fall for. After a few minutes of tending to her chest, Chad decided it was time to go for the ultimate prize. He grabbed onto the waist of his aunt's sweatpants and gently pulled them down her perfect legs and off her completely. The memories of two nights ago returned when he saw her black panties, the same she wore that night. The only difference between then and now was the noticeable wet spot forming on the front. He stood up and removed his own pants, leaving him in just a pair of boxers, again the same from two nights ago. Chad leaned in to remove Alison's panties when she stopped him. "Not yet, it's my turn." She reached down to his boxers and yanked them down, causing his six inch rod to spring out in front of her. "Just as I imagined!" She squealed in excitement as she took hold of his throbbing member and slowly stroked it up and down. She looked up at him with her dark blue eyes and gave a big grin. "Can I put it in my mouth Chad? I want to taste it." Chad placed his hand on the back of her head and drew her closer to his cock. She opened her mouth and slowly inhaled it, causing a huge sigh of relief from her nephew. She fit all six inches into her mouth quickly while working the tip with her tongue. Alison worked his cock like a pro; licking it up and down while fondling his balls with her free hand, sucking on the tip like it was straw and eventually taking a long deep throat. She used the long, thick strand of slobber that came from deep down her esophagus to stroke him as fast as possible. "I think I'm gonna cum soon!" He yelled out when suddenly Alison stopped. "Why did you stop?" She looked at the door before staring up at him. "I think your parents are home." She ran over to the window and peeked outside. "Fuck, they are home. I need to get dressed and go downstairs. They can't catch us like this." "But I'm so close, I need to let this out." He complained as he slowly stroked his own cock. "Fine, but you have to do it alone." She pulled her panties down and handed them to him, giving him a brief look at her trimmed pussy. "Cum on these, I've gotta go." Alison pulled her sweatshirt over her head and her sweatpants up before jetting out of the room. As she made her way downstairs, Chad finished jerking himself off, exploding all over his aunt's black panties. After a minute to relax, he dressed himself and left his room. He stopped in Alison's room and left the cum-stained panties on the floor before walking downstairs. Once Chad got downstairs, he helped his parents bring in the last of the wrapped Christmas gifts into the house. Moving the gifts under the tree gave Chad an idea for the next day. "Hey Alison, since neither of us got each other gifts yet do you want to go to the mall tomorrow?" She gave him a big smile. "Sure thing buddy, I have a pretty good idea what I'm going to get you." They put the last gift under the tree before sitting down at the dinner table as Michelle put the takeout food on plates for everyone. After they finished eating, Michelle asked them to do the dishes because they had a Christmas party at their workplace to go to. Alison and Chad looked at each other with excited faces. They knew that the house was theirs and they would have the privacy they desperately needed at this time. Alison and Chad started to wash the dishes as Brian and Michelle left for the night. They said that they would be home late and to "have fun". The aunt and nephew smiled and giggled as those words left Michelle's mouth. Chad looked out the window and watched as his parents left, signaling that his fun was just about to begin. "They're gone." He said as he looked into Alison's eyes. He reached out and gave a light squeeze to her ass, causing a squeal to exit her body. Alison poked him lightly in the chest, pushing him back. "Hold on there buddy, let's finish the dishes before we start having fun." Chad seemed disappointed, but a quick peck on his lips from her quickly changed his mood. Once they finished the dishes, Alison grabbed two beers and led her nephew into the living room and turned the television on. She cuddled up next to him on the couch and took a sip of her drink as he channel surfed. He stopped on a hockey game; his Boston Bruins were facing the Toronto Maple Leafs. "Let me guess...Bruins fan right?" She whispered into his ear. "Yep, let me guess...Leafs fan?" He whispered back. "No, not at all...unless you want to make another bet, then I'll be one for a night." She took another sip. "What kind of bet do you have in mind?" "Hmm...How about winner chooses which spot in the house we have sex in tonight?" Chad looked at the television and noticed that Boston was up by two goals which made his decision easier. "You're on, Alison!" They shook hands and watched the last period of the game. While Chad wanted to win the bet, he really didn't care about the outcome. Either way he was going to have sex with his beautiful aunt; and that is all he truly wanted. It was a good thing he didn't care because just like last time, his team let him down and had a terrible end to the game. Toronto scored five goals in the third period to win the game 6-3. "Haha, I win again Chad. You're teams fucking suck don't they?" Chad had no response. He only smiled back as Alison finished off her beer and got up. "Come on, let's go find somewhere to fuck." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. Alison led him around the lower floor of the house, stopping in front of several rooms only to say "no". She eventually led him to his parents' room and gave him a devilish smile. Chad stared at her and let her know how he felt. "I'm open to do it anywhere...but not there Alison." "That's okay, I didn't want to anyway." She giggled. She was still holding on to his hand as they walked upstairs, like a little girl leading her father around a toy store and trying to decide which one she wanted. Alison already had her toy, all she needed was a place to play with it. Once she stood in front of the door to Chad's room, she let go of his hand and turned towards him. "What did you do with my panties?" "They're on the floor in your room; you'll probably want to wash them before you wear them again." She ran into her room and grabbed the panties. Once she returned to Chad, she dropped her sweatpants to the ground and put the cum-stained underwear on. She grabbed his hand once again and led him around the second floor for a few minutes until they got to the bathroom. "I haven't had a shower since the first day I was here. Since I won the bet, I choose the bathroom." Alison swung the door open and pulled her nephew in. "Well?" "Well what?" "Are you going to take your clothes off or do you usually shower in them?" She needed not to tell him twice as within ten seconds, he completely nude in front of his aunt. Alison pulled her sweatshirt off, but left the panties on as she started the shower. "Aren't you going to take those off?" She looked back at him and giggled. "You said I need to wash them right? Doesn't a shower wash things? Come on in Chad, the water is nice and warm." She stepped in the shower and held the curtain open for him. The second he stepped in, she grabbed the shower head and blasted him in the face with the jet of water. She giggled as he shielded his eyes. "What the hell!? What was that for?" He said. "Oh calm down you wimp. Here, take this." She handed him the shower head. "Clean my panties for me. You dirtied them up, you clean them up." As Chad moved the shower head towards her panties, he changed to setting on it and made it shoot a hard, single stream and pointed it right at the front. Alison almost fell down as the powerful jet shot right into her clit and sent a powerful rush of pleasure throughout her nearly naked body. He noticed how she reacted to the stream, so he held the head still. Her clit was being blasted with a strong stream of water and she felt like she was in heaven. About a minute after he started, Alison had to hold onto Chad to avoid slipping as her legs trembled greatly. "That feels so fucking good Chad! Don't stop, I want to cum so fucking badly! Ohhhh, shit!" She slammed her lips into his and kissed him deeply as her body was starting to prepare for the explosion of pleasure that was imminent. While still kissing him, she maneuvered her hands down and removed her panties so that she could feel the full effect from the shower. Alison grabbed onto Chad's hair and lightly pulled him to the bottom of the tub. She lay flat down in the tub as Chad knelt at her feet and moved the shower head closer to his aunt's clitoris. He moved it up and down her pussy while pulling it farther away and then closer to the overheating slit. "I'm gonna cum buddy, I'm gonna fucking cum...oh SHIT!" Alison arched her back as her orgasm exploded throughout her body. Her entire body tensed up as her juices poured from her pussy. Chad put the shower head down and closed his mouth around her hot opening, sucking up any liquid that dripped from her vibrating pussy. Once her orgasm subsided, she was back to being flat on the ground as Chad continued tending to her crotch. "Come here and kiss me Chad." Chad made sure to coat his lips with a thick layer of her juices before giving her a deep kiss. Alison sucked on his lips, enjoying the taste of her own body. Once she was done cleaning his lips, she moved her mouth to his ear and whispered a message to him. "If you don't put your dick inside me now, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you." She smiled as he pulled back and looked her in the eye. She winked and smiled as he crawled down her body. Before he started, he put the shower head back on the wall and aimed it down on her chest. Chad got down to his aunt's pussy and began rubbing his solid cock against her slippery opening. The orgasm she already experienced was going to make entry very easy and very enjoyable. "I love you Chad." Alison said in a quiet, seductive voice. "I love you too Alison." He said as he slammed his cock into her pussy. He slowly began to fuck his aunt, a woman whom he hadn't met three days ago and a woman whom he thought hated him just a few hours ago. Now he had her naked, on the floor of the shower he has used for many years and slamming his solid cock into her moist hole. The moans coming from Alison was music to Chad's ears. He started to fuck her at a faster pace. Once he did, she started moving her hips in rhythm with him. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass was almost as loud as the moans that came from their mouths. Chad lay down on top of her, the water between their chests feeling amazing as they slid against each other. They began to kiss passionately as the water poured over their backs. In their minds, this was the most romantic experience they could ever have. She was starting to feel yet another orgasm build deep within her body again. They quickly switched positions and Alison took control from the top of the pile. Chad looked up at his aunt and saw the shower raining down on her face as she rode his cock. It was just a perfect alignment that the shower head was pointed right at her face, making her look the sexiest he could ever imagine. "Oh my god...I'm gonna cum again Chad...oh...oh...holy shit buddy...I love you so much!" She grabbed onto the sides of the tub to lift her up higher. Suddenly her body tensed up once again and she screamed out loud, "Oh my fucking god! Yes baby, yes!" Her body released another flood of cum from deep within her womb. Chad took her by the hips and slammed her up and down on his throbbing cock as he felt his own orgasm building. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold on, especially with the view his aunt being rained on by the shower. All of a sudden he knew that it was time. He stood up and leaned against the wall, turning the shower off temporarily. Alison grabbed on to his cock and began jerking him off at a rapid pace. A few seconds later, Chad took hand of his cock and used his other hand to pull her head back. She waited on her knees; eyes closed and mouth wide open. Another few strokes and he began to unload his sticky white semen on to her face. One large shot landed in her hair, followed by several more on her cheek and forehead. When the shots began to lose thickness, she took control of his cock and tried to suck the last bit from within. As his penis finished releasing his cum, Alison continued sucking on his cock, wanting to swallow every last drop that his balls would produce. Chad turned the shower back on and rinsed the remaining cum from his aunt's beautiful face. Once she was cleaned Alison stood up and kissed her nephew once again, pushing him up against the wall and forcing every inch of her front to press against every inch of his. Once they broke the kiss, Chad shut off the shower and held the curtain open for Alison to exit. He bent down and picked her panties up from the tub before exiting himself. "Damn it, I forgot my towel again." "No problem," He opened a cabinet next to the toilet and grabbed a spare towel. "Here you go." Instead of handing her the towel, he unfolded it and started to dry her off himself. He spent the majority of the time cleaning her crotch over everything else. "Thank you." She said, giving him a kiss. Alison took out a towel and did the same for him; again making his crotch the prime target for the towel. Once they were dry, the two walked down the hallway and into her room, holding hands the whole way. Alison went right to her suitcase and dug around for something to wear. She tossed a bra aside, which caught her nephew's attention. "Hey, you actually own a bra. I was convinced that you didn't." He laughed as he picked it up. "I only wear one when I absolutely have to. They are too uncomfortable. I prefer to keep the girls free." She laughed as she went back to the suitcase and retrieved her robe. They then proceeded to go into Chad's room so he could retrieve something to wear. He went into his closet and got a pair of shorts and a Larry Bird Celtics jersey. "Really, a Celtics jersey? I guess you deserve to punish me after yesterday." They grabbed each other's hands and walked back down stairs. They sat down on the sofa and put a movie on. The energy that she lost from her two orgasms proved to be too much for Alison as she quickly fell asleep on Chad's shoulder. She was cuddled up real close to him with her head resting on his shoulder as she quietly snored. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and threw his arm around her. He held her close while he finished watching the movie. Once the movie was over, he quietly got up and gently laid her down on the couch. He slipped a pillow under her head and covered her with a blanket before going upstairs to get ready for bed. After an hour, he was finally comfortable and about to fall asleep when he heard a knock on his door. Aunt Alison Ch. 01 "Chad? Are you still awake?" Alison asked. "Yeah, come on in." She walked in still in her robe. "Sorry for falling asleep on you, our shower took a lot out of me." "No problem Alison." They smiled at each other. "Well, I guess I'll head off to my bed." She said as she started to close the door. "Wait! Why don't you come sleep in here?" She opened the door back up. "You sure your parents won't come up here and catch us?" "No way, they will be wasted from the party and probably won't wake up until noon at the earliest. At least that is how it is after every other Christmas party. And they have another one tomorrow night." Alison closed the door and trotted to the bed, laying down next to Chad. Chad threw the covers over his aunt as she cuddled up next to him and placed her head against his chest. "Goodnight Aunt Alison...and thanks for tonight." Chad said as he kissed her forehead. "Goodnight Chad...if you thought tonight was good, just wait until your parents leave tomorrow night." She kissed his cheek before he turned the lights off. "And don't call me "Aunt" again or I'll have to punish you." "Okay Aunt Alison." He chuckled as she slapped his chest. They quickly both fell into a deep sleep. -- They woke up rather early the next morning since they went to bed early. It was around six o'clock when Chad woke up. Alison was up a few minutes later. They stayed in bed cuddling for about a half an hour before getting out and downstairs for breakfast. Just like Chad had predicted, his parents were fast asleep and weren't waking up anytime soon. He retrieved two bowls and a box of cereal. He poured his aunt a bowl before pouring one for himself. The entire time while eating, Alison's eyes were locked onto Chad. Even though her feelings still puzzled her, she decided to ignore them and enjoy the ride. "Are we still going to the mall today?" She asked him. "Yep. The sooner we go the better. I was thinking we leave as soon as we finish eating." She nodded at him and continued eating. When they were done, Alison took both bowls and placed them in the sink. She then grabbed Chad's hand and led him back upstairs. He was confused as to what she was doing. He thought she wanted to have sex again, but he was worried because his parents were just downstairs. "Where are we going?" He asked her. "We have to get dressed, dummy. I'm not going to the mall in a robe!" She slapped his chest lightly and smiled as she pulled him into her room. "Have a seat." Alison dropped her robe in front of her nephew, giving him another look at her beautiful nude body. He got an even better look when she squatted down to go through her suitcase. She pulled out the pair of cargo pants she wore when she first arrived, a black polo shirt and a white pair of cotton panties. Chad sat and admired her body as she slowly got dressed; bending over a few times to give him a look at her pussy. Once she got her sneakers on, she stepped over to him and pulled him up off the chair. They went into his room where he got a pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt. It was another unusually warm December day in Vermont so he took advantage of the good weather. He got his shoes on and they headed downstairs. They quietly made their way outside and to Chad's car. He pulled away from the driveway and they were on their way to the mall. After a minute on the road, Alison placed her hand on his thigh and lightly rubbed it as he drove. He looked over at her and got a cute smile in return. She continued rubbing him the entire half-hour ride to the mall. Once they arrived, he had to wait to get out so the entire world didn't get a look at the tent sticking out of his shorts. In a few minutes, they were walking around the mall holding hands. To the public, they were simply a boyfriend out with his girlfriend. Since only his parents knew who she was, and since they weren't at the mall with them, they had no reason to hide anything. When they got to the escalator, they released each other's hands and began moving to the second floor. "Okay, I guess we can meet back here after we're done. Do we want to put a price limit on the gifts?" He asked her. "Nah, let's just go with whatever we think will be a good gift." Alison said as they headed their separate ways. About an hour later, they met back up at the escalator. It was Christmas Eve, so the mall was packed air tight. Couple that with the fact that Alison had never been in that mall before, it took her a lot longer to finish her shopping than it did for Chad. He waited for about a half hour at the bottom of the stairs. They were each carrying two bags as they made their way back to the car. Once they got home, they immediately placed one gift each under the tree. They both had another wrapped gift that was clearly for private use since they were not placed with the other gifts. She carried hers upstairs while he left his in the car. Alison and Chad spent the rest of the day with his parents. It was the first time they had the day off (at least until their second work party in as many days), so they took the opportunity to get and know Alison better. Throughout the entire day, she would constantly look over at her nephew and smile or wink at him. Basically, she was just waiting until it was time for Michelle and Brian to leave so she could have him to herself yet again. Several hours later, the family sat down for a quick dinner before Chad's parents headed off to another Christmas party. Once again they asked Alison and Chad to do the dishes as they finished getting ready to leave. Just like the night before, they left around seven o'clock and told the two to "have fun". Once again, they peered out the window to watch the car pull out of the driveway and onto the road. Chad leaned in to kiss Alison as they wrapped up their job of washing the dishes and was met with a smile. As they made out, Alison's hand wandered its way inside his shorts and grabbed onto his rock-hard cock. While she stroked him, Chad stuck both of his hands under her polo shirt and pulled it off over her head. They spent the next few minutes kissing before breaking their lips from one another. "Living room...now!" Alison commanded as her hand remained gripped on his cock. They ran over to the couch and she shoved him down. She pulled his shorts down to his ankles and worked her hand all over his member. Chad threw his head back as the tip became engulfed by the sensual warmth of his aunt's mouth. He never thought he would get a better blowjob than she had given him the day before, but he was wrong. He looked down at her and saw her beautiful blue eyes staring right up at him as she pulled his dick out swirled her tongue around it like it was covered in ice cream. Alison quickly forced his cock back into her mouth and took it as far down her throat as she could possibly take it. He grabbed on to the back of her head and pulled her closer. He could feel her throat muscles struggling as she choked on his throbbing meat. Once he let her go, Alison took a few seconds to catch her breath. While doing so, Chad took the opportunity to give each of her nipples a hard tug which caused her to moan. She regained control of his cock and bobbed her head back and forth at a rapid pace. Alison wanted him to cum and she wanted it now. Her left hand was tugging on his scrotum hard, which only got him closer. "Are you gonna cum for me?" She said softly after pulling him out of her mouth. "Hmm?" "Oh fuck Alison; you're damn right I'm gonna cum." He moaned. Alison took both of her hands and shook his dick fast enough to start a fire. Chad's body was having a hard time staying still; he could feel it closing in. Her eyes were locked on to his cock as she was shaking enough to make her arms sore. Chad pushed his back deep into the couch and let out a long, loud moan as his cum exploded from deep within. She wasn't expecting the first thick shot as it landed directly between her eyes and dripped down her nose. She quickly closed her mouth over his cock and felt shot after shot slam into the back of her throat. She made sure to swallow every drop that fell from his bright red head. Chad looked down at his aunt with her lips wrapped tight around him drinking the last few drops. After she finished cleaning him, she stuck out her tongue to show a large glob of semen resting there. She took a big gulp and showed him her tongue once again, clear of any leftovers. "Your cum tastes so good Chad. You better feed me more cum before the night is over." Alison said as she crawled on to the couch next to him. Before she was even settled, Chad began sucking on her hard nipples. As he licked the solid buds, his hand went into her cargo pants and found her special place. He rubbed her pussy through her white panties. To no surprise, they were already warm and pre-soaked with her juices. He slipped his hand into her panties and felt her matted-down public hair. He continued to trail down until his finger met her soaked opening. She placed her cheek atop his head and whispered, "Please", as if his finger was asking to enter. Chad slowly forced his finger into her womanhood, made easy by the heavy volume of lubrication already present. He felt her purring on his head as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her. He put his mouth back to work on her tits while he was fingering her. She arched her back to make herself more comfortable as an intense rush of pleasure began to shoot from head to toe. He used his thumb to massage her bulging clit as he picked up the rhythm of penetration with his index finger. A few seconds later, his middle finger joined in on the fun. Alison jumped a bit as her nephew's second finger began poking into her vagina. The pitch of her moans rose as she felt her inner walls being stretched. Due to the moisture leaking from her crotch, the second finger had no problem slipping in and out. To give him more range to penetrate her, she reached down and removed her pants, tossing them aside. His other hand yanked her panties down in one quick motion. Once her bottom half was free of covering, he took full advantage of the extra room and pounded her cunt hard. With the motion, he initially feared that he was causing her pain. His worries were quickly absolved when she buried her face into his hair and shouted "yes, fucking yes". Alison had lost full control of her body. Her hips bucking wildly as the amount of pleasure bursting from deep in her womb was getting more extreme. The feeling of her pussy being stretched by his fingers would be enough to make her cum, but his thumb rubbing her clit is what was pushing her to her breaking point. The constant motion of his hands was finally too much for her. She wanted to jump out of her skin as the monster explosion of her womanly juices ran over every inch of her body. She screamed out "FUCKING YES" as her body began to shake her loose of her sweet nectar. Chad could feel the warm liquid run all the way down his arm and on to the couch. She clenched his head hard against her chest as she began to relax. Chad continued sucking her nipple as she collapsed around him. Both people sat in the couch near-motionless. Only the sound have heavy breathing filled the room. Chad removed his lips from his aunt's chest to look up at her. She had her eyes closed and her mouth wide open, trying to regain her energy. He began kissing her neck until she was fully re-energized. After a few minutes of cuddling, Alison broke the silence. "That was the best! I love you so much." She said. "I love you too." He responded. "I know it's not Christmas yet, but that other gift I got you...I want you to open it now." Before he could respond, she jumped up off the couch and ran upstairs. He quickly followed to retrieve his gift for her. By the time Chad reached the top of the stairs, she was already holding her gift with a big smile on her face. It was at this point that he remembered his gift was still in his car. "I got you a little something too; it's in my car. Be right back." Alison put her gift down and sat patiently cross-legged on the carpet. He made his way down to the garage where he quickly retrieved the gift from his backseat. He quickly noticed how cold it was starting to get outside as the garage was filled with a brisk chill. The fact that he was still completely nude made it only more noticeable. It gave him an idea for something to do later, but that was later and his aunt was sitting naked atop the stairs waiting for a present so he made his way back inside. Chad made his way back upstairs but was shocked to see Alison gone. "Alison!?" He shouted out before hearing the toilet flush and the bathroom door open. "Sorry buddy, I had to pee really badly and I didn't want to wet the carpet." She gave him a hug. "Before we open the gifts, I need a fucking shower." Good thoughts began stirring in his brain, but she quickly clarified herself. "Not a shower like last night, a real one. You go downstairs and put our clothes away. I'll only be in here for a few minutes, than we can continue." She kissed his cheek before re-entering the bathroom. The slightly disappointed young man headed downstairs to gather up the clothes that were scattered throughout the floor. He was starting to feel the cool air from outside fill the house so once he gathered all of the clothes; he walked to the fireplace and lit a roaring fire. This was the idea, at least part of it, which he had in the garage. He ran upstairs and left her clothes in a pile on her bed before doing the same with his clothes. After coming back downstairs, Chad went to the refrigerator and retrieved two beers. He cracked them both open and made his way back to the fireplace. Placing both beers on a small table, he sat down cross-legged on the carpet in front of the fire and waited for Alison to finish her shower. Several minutes later, she came down the stairs wearing only a towel and carrying her gift; her hair still dripping with water. "Oh my!" She exclaimed as she saw him in front of the fire. "I like the fire...nice touch." She giggled as she sat down and removed her towel. "Here you go." She handed him her gift. "No, no." He placed it on the ground. "Mine first." She picked up his gift and opened it. As she opened the box, her face changed from excitement to shock. "Oh my god!" She looked at him in disbelief. "A fucking gold necklace!" Alison pulled out a golden necklace designed with her initials 'AN'. "Chad, how much did you pay for this?" "A little over a hundred dollars." She was in shock by the amount he had spent. "Oh Chad, you didn't need to spend that much. It really makes my gift look like crap." He picked up her gift and opened it. Inside the box were a box of condoms and a key. "If I knew you bought me this, I would have put some more things in there." She said while still staring at her necklace. "It's okay Alison. I do have two questions though. Why a box since this will be our last night together and what is the key for?" "They're both for the summer. Remember Chad, you're going to the University of Oregon and I live about a mile from the campus. The key is for my house and the condoms are for...well, you know exactly what the fuck they are for." She put the necklace on the table and took a large swig of her beer. "This will be the last time we have sex for a few months since I leave in two days and your parents will be home all day tomorrow. I don't know if it's the fire, the necklace or the beer...but I want you so bad right now." She leaped onto him and began kissing him all over his head. Chad began to kiss her back as the fire crackled in the background. They were both very horny, so they didn't wait anymore before she reached for the condoms. She unwrapped one and rolled it onto his cock. His cock stood at attention as she slowly lowered herself onto it. Her pussy was dripping wet, so entry wasn't difficult as she began to bounce up and down on top of him. Her petite breasts bounced around while she rode him like a wild horse. He grabbed on to her hips to help slam her down harder onto his lap. She bent down and started to kiss his lips as his balls slapped against her asshole, only increasing the lust she felt. So far for Chad, this had been the best sex in his life. He didn't know why it felt so much better than the day before, but he couldn't really care less. He enjoyed it knowing that it would be the last time until the summer that he will get to make love to his beautiful aunt. After several minutes, he flipped around to lay her down lightly on the floor and grabbed onto her ankles before continuing. Alison began to pinch and squeeze her breasts as she felt her nephew's cock slide in and out of her tight, moist pussy at a rapid pace. Her eyes were locked onto his the entire time, not wanting anything to distract herself from the intense rush of pleasure that was spreading throughout her 26 year old body. The fire was roaring in the background but to Chad and Alison, nothing else in the world was happening. Their focus was only on each other as they made sweet love on the floor of the living room. Her full attention was only on staring into his eyes until she felt herself begin to build towards another orgasm. Her back started to arch itself without her even realizing. She was still grabbing and pinching at her nipples and breasts, which only helped her come closer to climax. He could sense that she was close and changed position. He pinned her ankles almost against her ears and put all of his weight onto her crotch. As his body slammed down onto hers, she knew that the time had come. Her loud moans and turned to squeals as her body started to explode from within. She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip as her body tensed up and came as hard, maybe even harder, than she had ever remembered. He kissed her neck as her body started to relax from her monster orgasm. The feeling of her muscles tugging and pulling at his cock was starting to build his own orgasm. He continued slamming onto her body until it was his time. He initially thought about cumming in the condom but he remembered what his aunt said earlier in the night, "You better feed me more cum before the night is over". He swiftly removed his cock from inside her and yanked the condom off. She got on her knees as he stood up. She closed her eyes and opened wide as he jerked himself off to completion. He placed the tip of his cock on the tip of her tongue and shot stream after stream of his steamy white cum deep into her throat. She placed one hand on his balls and the other on her pussy as she continued drinking up every drip of cum that landed in her mouth. Once the last drop fell, she took his cock back in her mouth and sucked it dry. After a few seconds, she was finished cleaning him. Alison stood up and gave her nephew a kiss on the cheek and softly said, "I love you." He responded with his own "I love you" before they both finished their beers and embraced in a long hug. A few minutes into the hug, Chad looked up at the clock. "Oh shit!" He said. "My parents will be home in a few minutes." She looked at him. "We probably should get dressed then, it would look weird if they caught us naked and hugging." She grabbed her necklace and led him upstairs. They both quickly got dressed and headed back downstairs. Chad put the TV on, which had a Christmas movie on and sat down next to Alison to watch it. They heard the car door shut outside when she saw something on the floor. "The condoms!" She pointed at the box on the floor next to the used one. "Quick, get rid of them!" He quickly grabbed them and shoved them in his pocket just as his parents walked through the door. "Hey guys!" Michelle said. "Did you two have fun tonight?" They looked at each other and smiled before responding with a 'yes'. Aunt Allyn Ch. 01 ****** Meeting Aunt Allyn I thought I knew the real story of how my mother knew my aunt Allyn. The way I was told, they had both been friends since elementary school, and they both had a crush on my father, who they had both met one summer. Dad was on the varsity football team, class president, eagle scout, voted most likely to succeed, yadda, yadda, yadda. From the way he would tell it every girl had a crush on him. So obviously mom got dad, as I call her mom, and her best friend Allyn settled on his uninspiring twin. Settled is the running joke. Uncle Tom was not well liked, usually running into some kind if trouble and expecting dad to bail him out. Uncle Tom was one of those guys who always had a big money making scheme that never quite worked out. Anyway, this was the story the way I had heard it growing up. The last I had seen of my aunt Allyn was when she and uncle Tom moved out to live in California. Tom had finally struck it rich on some kind of business deal that actually panned out, and decided the rest of the family could go blow themselves. Obviously we stopped thinking so highly of uncle Tom at that point. He got downgraded from "the uninspired brother" to "that worthless assed twin." Ever since they left I've heard what a self-centered ass he was. Aunt Allyn at least had kept in touch with my mom by email, maybe writing once or twice a year. While aunt Allyn apparently always defended him, I didn't end up holding a lot of respect for Uncle Tom growing up. I was eighteen when my mom sat me down three months before high school graduation. Aunt Allyn and uncle Tom were finally getting a divorce, she says seriously. As such, Allyn was moving back to the to the southeast, and would be staying with us for a while. As a middle class family, our house isn't exactly huge. It's a two floor, three bedroom house. On the main floor are two bedrooms, one of course being my parent's bedroom, the other having been converted into my mom's crafting room. It was filled with yarn and scrap book crap, and I do mean filled. There is a den downstairs with an uncomfortable and awkward fold out couch, and then my bedroom. That is it as far as sleeping rooms go. So I had to ask, "Where is aunt Allyn going to sleep?" "That's... what I wanted to discuss with you Jake. We will need to make her sleep on the couch in the den, unless of course you want to volunteer your room in Allyn's time of need...?" If that sounded like a question, you don't know my mom. There was no option here. She was being polite, allowing me to make a noble sacrifice instead of telling me how it would be. If I chose to keep my room, I would still be on the couch, just also an asshole. Here was the dilemma. My senior year had been pretty awesome up until now. My girlfriend Missy and I had recently given ourselves to each other, if you know what I mean, and do so almost nightly. (I had made her wait until we were both 18, but it was difficult.) My bedroom door has a sliding glass door that leads out into the backyard. Sometimes I would use that to sneak out and go to her place. Sometimes she would show up at my door and spend a few hours here with me. If auntie Allyn took over my room, it might end up being all but impossible to get laid. When you are 18 that is a lot to ask. Still, I didn't exactly have a choice either. "Of course she can have my room mom. I will take the couch. When does she get here?" "She called us this morning to tell us that she has been sleeping in a hotel but Tom has cut off her credit cards. We bought her a plane ticket for tomorrow. She will be in tomorrow around two." "Then where is she sleeping tonight?" I asked, honestly concerned. My mother smiled, proud that I was already putting her old best friend first. "Of course we sent her some money dear. She'll be okay." "Uncle Tom is going to be pissed. He'll see this as picking sides." The smile drained from mom's face as she stood up from the table. "Yes well, we have. Let your father worry about his brother." And with that the discussion was over. I told my girlfriend about what was going on that night, while she lay naked in my arms. We were at her place. "Well that really sucks. Is that why you were such an animal tonight?" she asked, kissing my neck. "A bit. It is going to mean a lot less time like this." "You can still come over to my place Jake." "It will be really difficult. It's not like I can just open up the garage door. It's loud as crap. Mom has warned me how light of a sleeper my aunt is." My girlfriend did her best to assure me a strained sex life wouldn't affect our relationship. I could hear the white lie in her voice, the lie she was saying more to herself than to me. The next day I left school early so that I could meet my aunt at the airport with my parents. I was only eight the last time I had seen her, and I had remembered her as pretty and fun, for an adult at least... My parents have pictures of her of course, all old, and as an adolescent adult I've thought of her as kinda pretty, at least in the photos. My parents were hot shit too back then I guess too, although now they are both kinda fat. I had no idea what my aunt looked like now. When we finally saw her, I wasn't the only one blown away. Allyn was tall, with dark red hair and a deep California tan. She was both thin and fit. Her jeans looked painted onto a pair of long legs and a tight shapely ass. In the pics she had always been small chested, but it looks like Tom had made some renovations in that area. The sweater she wore wasn't specifically flattering, but it didn't hide the fact that she was now stacked either. When she finally saw us, my parents sucked in a breath, and it took a moment to tell why. That is it took a moment for my eyes to climb back up her surprisingly attractive body. Allyn had what looked like quite a shiner on her. It was healing, but it was obvious that the black eye had taken up half of the right side of her face at one point. We all gasped and winced at the site of it. It is always horrible seeing violence done to women, especially family. Allyn smiled meekly as she came over, and as we hugged the woman I lost all that was left of any respect I had ever had for my uncle. It was obvious that the smile she gave us hurt her face, as it came out as a half wince. Despite her killer body, I wasn't really thinking of her sexually. I mean, she was my aunt after all, and in pain. I thought she was hot as hell, but it was at that point kind of an objective assessment. I couldn't not notice how sexy she was, but the idea of wanting her sexually didn't really occur to me. Things change. My interest in her physically grew slowly over time. So let's skip ahead, say.... three months. ******* The Sexual Tension Builds As far as family drama had progressed, we had decided collectively just to tell Tom that none of us had seen his wife. We didn't hear from Tom often anyway. Allyn got a lawyer based out of California who agreed to keep her location a secret. She flew to California every few weeks as needed. My sex life with my girl Missy was mostly dead after Allyn moved in. We started fighting, but I had thought we would make it. I started saving up so that after I graduated high school I could get an apartment for us. I even picked one out and made a down payment. As her eye healed, Allyn's confidence grew. She was becoming more like her old self every day, more vibrant, more fun. With her confidence came much sexier clothes. She got a bull shit job at a grocery store, then upgraded to a job at a bank in short order. As such could afford to fill her closet (my closet) with the kinds of clothes she liked, and she liked clothes that showed off that body. It being winter, and her accustomed to the warm winters and warmer springs of the beach, her clothes were often more tight than revealing, but she could somehow make even the most conservative outfits look like incredibly sexy. She was ready to start a life for herself. She even thought she might be up for a promotion already. She felt bad about my sleeping on the couch every night, and made every effort to try and build a relationship between us. We had started watching television together after dark. Early on we would just both sit on either end of the couch, a bowl of popcorn between us. We watched a lot of NCIS.It was shocking how much she looked like Holly Lauren, the now former NCIS director. Allyn didn't see it. As graduation grew closer, so did aunt Allyn and I. Now we would sit somewhat apart only until we could hear my parents turn in. Then my aunt would get up without a word and get dressed for bed, coming back in her pjs, which half the time consisted of being braless in a long shirt and silky shorts combo, sometimes with only a robe to cover her expensive and fancy looking underwear (yes, I peeked), sometimes in what I think is called nighty? They were silky things with a built in bra. She would always snuggle up next to me under a blanket. I recently started slipping my arm around her shoulder. She would complain about how cold it was up here in the mountains and how warm it was on the beach. I thought I was smooth rubbing her arm in a way that would let me "accidentally" rub my arm across her fantastic breasts. I would imagine myself getting brave and offering to show her how hot some old fashioned southern heat could be. I mean, we were not really related. And here was this beautiful, sexy mature woman cuddled up to me every night. So many times I imagined moving my hand that extra foot to cup her large breasts in earnest or slide my fingers down along her smooth thighs... or imagine Allyn getting bored with the show and slipping her hand under the blanket to play with my cock. With my own sex life lacking, I spent an uncomfortably large amount of time masturbating. Often I thought about my girlfriend sure, but of course my mind would wonder, and now more often than not my sexy busty aunt would be who I imagined riding my cock as I climaxed. At one point I grew bold enough not to try and hide the erections that would press against my boxers if I had to get up. It was a futile gesture anyway. She never commented or made any move to wear more at night. I thought she actually found more reasons, to make me get up, like sending me upstairs for water, but I couldn't convince myself of that. Outside of our cuddle sessions things remained normal. We joked, we hung out with family, and the topic of sex never once came up in conversation. This is where things were the weekend it all changed. ***** Graduation Day I graduated on Saturday, and had plans to spend the weekend up in the mountains partying with a big group of friends, including my girl Missy. The fam was going to do their own thing without me. Mom, dad, and Allyn were going out with a bunch of mom and dad's friends to a local country bar with plans of getting hammered. When I pulled up to Missy's house Saturday evening to pick her up for the party, she was sitting on the porch waiting for me. She wasn't packed. Normally for a night out like this she would pack enough cloths for a small army. She walked slowly up to my window, eyes never leaving her feet, and asked if I would go on a walk with her. Crap. So I walked with her, and she broke up with me. She had decided two weeks ago, but didn't want to spoil my graduation for me. Apparently an hour after graduation was enough of a separation. She said she wanted to tell me before I actually got the apartment, in case the break up affected my decision. I didn't tell her that I had already made the down payment. Instead of going to the party I drove around feeling sorry for myself, and getting mad at my aunt. Surely if Missy had had me inside of her more often, this wouldn't have happened. If the horny divorcee hadn't been running game on me every night maybe I could have been more attentive to the girl I had. Maybe I would have been calling her at night instead of running some stupid impossible incestuous fantasy through my mind. I turned my phone off and drove around for hours. It wasn't until I was sure that my family would be out of the house with their friends that I went home. The house was empty. I made my way down to my room, not the den but my actual room. I plopped down on my real bed and went to sleep. I had a dream in which my aunt came back to the house drunk off her ass and climbed into bed with me. As I slept she slipped between the sheets and wrapped those full, beautiful lips around my aching cock. I woke up around 12:20 am. I felt better. A lot better. And soon I got mad at myself for missing the party. I could have gotten some ass there I was sure. It was too long a drive to go this late. Now I was awake, frustrated, and I suddenly really wanted to get laid. I knew what club my parents were going to, so I reasoned avoiding them should be simple if I wanted to go out locally. They were going to some country club on the west side of town. There were tons of clubs and bars in this city, one of which I was curious about. All the 18 year old hotties at my school loved it. Toxic? It was on the east side of town. Supposedly it was really easy to score drinks. I could go out there and maybe run into someone from my school. I was a popular guy after all. I should be able to mention mine and Missy's break up and be able to score some easy action. And if all the hotties were up at the party? Then maybe I could convince some college girl to take me back to her place, or at the very least seduce some older sexy bar slut or housewife to let me get some ass on the hood of my fancy car. I wanted some action in a bad way. I wasn't feeling too picky. So I showered and got dressed up. I googled Toxic, and within twenty more minutes I had parked and was on my way inside. I had never been to a club before. The door charge didn't shock me exactly, but I was entirely disappointed with the big X on each hand, marking me as under 21. Not only did this make getting drinks harder, the marks on my hand meant I would have a hard time hooking up with any women who didn't have them, and maybe a harder time with some of the ones who did too. I had spent all of five minutes working the crowd, picking out any potential partners, before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and my heart stopped. "Mom." I said weekly in greeting. Then more forcefully than I should have I asked "What are you doing here?" "I was going to ask you the same thing. What happened to your party?" "Hiya son." my dad said, appearing out of the crowd behind mom. My heart sank a little further. "Missy dumped me. I didn't feel like going to the party, but I didn't want to be home alone either." "That's wonderful!" my dad yelled over the booming music. Had he misheard me? My mom elbowed him and leaned in to speak to me. "A lot of shallow girls dump their boyfriends after graduation. The same thing happened to your father!" That was odd, I had thought he and mom were dated through high school... Then dad yelled, "We expected a break up was coming. I mean her name is Missy son, how deep did you expect her to be?" I laughed. I think they both knew it was fake. "So listen..." dad began, but mom elbowed him to silence again. He looked annoyed. "We were at Big Joes like we said," mom said, answering my earlier question, "but Allyn convinced us to bar hop down here. We hate it. All our friends and went back to the other club already." This time dad did cut in, getting to the point. "We want to join them, but your aunt is drunk and refuses to leave, and we can't leave her alone, and since you are not busy..." My heart sank yet again. I hate being the good son all the time. "Go ahead. I'll keep her safe and drive her home." My aunt didn't even know I was here and she was still being a fucking cock block. To say I was angry was an understatement. Of all the shitty luck.... My parents thanked me. Mom hugged me and dad slapped me appreciatively on the back. They pointed me in the general direction of my aunt and took any hope I had of having a good night with them as they left. Me and my attitude made our way out onto the dance floor to find my aunt. I found her behind a wall of guys. I stood behind them, tall enough to see over them and see what they were all looking at. There danced my beautiful inebriated aunt, her dark red hair swirling about her as she spun. She danced alone, and not specifically well, but no less than nine guys, ranging from my age to forty stood and watched her go. She wore a black tube top stretched incredibly tight across a pair of tits that didn't pretend to need a bra for support. As she bounced and spun nothing short of a miracle kept those breasts from bursting out into view. Or I guess a lack of one kept them in, as that was clearly what these wall flowers were praying would happen. Her skirt was black and loose, falling to mid-thigh whenever she would stop spinning, which wasn't often. On her faster spins a black lace thong would come into view, if only for a second. I mean damn, as inconvenient as my aunt was, she had a body on her. Feeling both mischievous and disrespectful, I reached out between the two guys in front of me and smacked her ass when she stumbled close enough. I slapped it hard, getting a good hand full before slipping back behind the wall of dudes. It was on impulse, and not well thought out. The two guys between my aunt and I sold me out immediately, parting and pointing me out to the enraged dancer. Thankfully her eyes shifted from pissed to excited as soon as she saw me. She grabbed me by my black button up and pulled me up to her asking what I was doing here through squeals of excitement. Still miffed, I told her "I got dumped, so I skipped the party and came here. Mom and dad wanted to bail, so I told them I would take care of you tonight." Even with my lips by her ear I had to shout to be heard as close to the speakers as we were. I tried to sound condescending and annoyed, but that affect must have been lost in translation. She... purred. Somehow, even over the noise, the sound sent a vibration through me that made me shiver. "Sounds like fun. Now take care of me." Her lips rubbed against my ear as she spoke. She took my arm and spun away from me, spinning back in and pressing her ass up against me. The circle of men around us looked scandalized. What the hell? It wasn't like they knew she was my aunt. Why not try and have a good time? Put on a show? So I danced with my aunt. I should point out here that I could dance. Missy and I had taken a few classes together (In trade for copious amounts of oral) and I had some talent. My skill combined with Allyn's ridiculously sexy look resulted in a much larger circle forming around us of both men and women. I am sure some were kind of laughing at the young man trying to seduce an older woman who could have been either his mother or a stripper just as easily, but many people watching were legitimately impressed with the show. I used my skills to make my aunt look competent, not just hot, and the number of men who wanted her swiftly increased. I was getting similar looks from the women who gathered around. One specific older blonde kept making eye contact with me. I would have to remember this tactic of getting attention the next time I came. That is when I wasn't babysitting... My aunt must have been dancing for a while before I got there. As I guided her through swing dancing, ball room dancing, and any other moves I could make up on the fly, my hands slid over her arms, stomach, thighs and ass, which were all lightly covered in a thin layer of sweat. There was also no mistaking how hard her nipples became. Braless, the black top she wore was far too tight to hide the hard little diamond cutters, and they strained the material even tighter than it already was. I was used to seeing them perk up, but this time there was no cold air to blame their sudden firmness on. Allyn was getting as turned on as I was. Aunt Allyn Ch. 01 I must admit my own erection was crawling down my black slacks towards my knee. Anytime I wasn't in control of her body she would move to bumping and grinding against me. It was like the dancing made her forget that I was her nephew...or at least stop caring. It wasn't long before I had a noticeable tent in my pants. I hadn't had sex in a month at least, after all. When the song ended she all but fell into my arms. "I need to sit down." she purred into my ear, the slinky nature of her voice somewhat offset by how she accidentally head butted me as she leaned in. "Why don't you go get us some drinks while I find us a table?" she asked. I showed her the marks on my hands and she rolled her eyes. "Okay then, go wash those off and find me at the upstairs bar." With that she spun away from me, stumbled into and through a small group of female spectators, and made her way to the stairs. I followed her directions to the bathroom. I have to say the chance of getting some drinks into me was exciting. The night had potential not to suck after all. Maybe if I could get Allyn really drunk... I brushed the though aside immediately, shaking my head. Stupid hormones. Stupid dream. It took a good couple of minutes to wash the marks off. It took a little bit longer to find aunty Allyn, but when I did I was apparently just in time. She was at one of the two upstairs bars, her arm was up between herself and a hungry looking man in his late thirties. The guy had his hands on her arms trying aggressively to convince her to go dance. I recognized the guy as one of the spectators from downstairs. Even the bartender was involved. The busty brunette had half climbed up onto the bar and was smacking at the guy with both hands. It would have been a comical sight if I wasn't so furious so quickly. I pushed my way through a loose circle of his amused buddies and grabbed the guys arm with proportionally much more force than he used to grip my aunt. I twisted his wrist and he let go of my aunt to strike me, but I easily spun him around into his boys and sent him tumbling. Unlike them I hadn't been drinking yet. I wasn't off balance in anyway. The stooges looked pissed on behalf of their asshole friend. I squared off against them, ready to throw down with the lot of them and leave no survivors. I was seeing red. The five of them stepped forward right when the bouncers showed up. Apparently siding with five guys is more profitable than one, because the two bouncers actually grabbed me instead of the assholes. I argued and struggled to no avail, when the busty little brunette bartender came running up from around the bar and put her hands on the bouncers arms. She explained that the guy had been too aggressive with both herself and Allyn, whom she called her friend, and that I was Allyn's boyfriend. The guys argued that the bartender was lying, which seemed a pretty stupid tactic to me. Before the bouncers could decide my fate my aunt Allyn appeared right in front of me and said "This one is mine." The bouncers still held my arms, so I was relatively helpless when my aunt wrapped her arms around my neck and slid her tongue between my lips. Okay, maybe I didn't have to open my mouth to her, or chase her tongue with mine, but fuck she looked hot tonight. I blame the adrenaline of the situation. The bouncers let go, and my arms fell around my aunt, gripping her ass. She leaned into the kiss, and it wasn't until the bartender's rag hit our faces that we pulled away from each other. Apparently some time had passed. The bartender had to throw the rag from where she was back behind the bar. The bouncers and guys were gone. The crowd that had gathered to watch the fight had split up and were pretending not to have been watching me make out with the older redhead. I coughed awkwardly into my hand. Allyn leaned in to me and whispered into my ear. It was quieter up here, away from the dance floor, so I had no trouble hearing her. "I crossed the line there, but I'm drunk. What's your excuse?" she tried to give me a stern look but failed, laughing into my chest. I felt uncomfortable. "Come with me lover boy and play along." she whispered after the laughing subsided. She took me by the hand and led me back to her seat at the bar. There was more than one bartender at that bar, but it was the same impressively stacked brunette that waited for us to take our seats. I sat Allyn first and took my spot on the stool next to her. The brunette leaned in to speak to my aunt, though I didn't hear what was said. I saw the bartender hand something discretely to Allyn while they spoke. The bartender was really hot. Long dark hair. Pale, smooth, porcelain skin. Her breasts almost as big as my aunt's, though I couldn't tell if they were natural or not. The bartender's breasts were, like my aunt, fighting to break free of her top, and I had no doubt that the tips men gave her were proportionately bigger than protocol required. Lastly I noticed her diamond wedding ring and sighed. When she pulled away from Allyn and looked at me I reached out my hand to introduce myself. "My name is Jake." I told her. She took it. "I know. Allyn here said that you are her neighbour? My name is Beth. Allyn here is my soon-to-be boss at the bank, so if you hurt her I'll see you beaten, understood?" I pulled my eyes away from her chest and nodded. Neighbour? I guess that was better than admitting you just made out with your nephew... When she gave me my hand back I sat it on the counter, and Allyn grabbed it and placed it on her bare thigh. My cock stretched in approving confusion at this, before I felt something wet on the back of my hand. I looked down to see it was now stamped with a cancer symbol. Allyn handed what I guessed was the stamp discretely back to Beth. "This can get me fired." Beth warned. "You owe me, sister." Then looking at me she asked "What can I get you tough guy?" "Oh, uh.... Highlife. Thanks." "Do you wanna start a tab?" Beth asked. I started to remove my hand from Allyn's thigh and grab my wallet but her hand fell onto mine and held it in place. "Oh no honey, after that display of masculinity, you can add him to mine." said my aunt. My aunt locked her fingers through mine and ran her other hand up and down my arm. I feigned not to notice. Beth brought our drinks and turned to help the other people at the bar. I sat there with my aunt in silence, my hand on her leg. I held my drink in my left hand, leaving my right hand entwined with hers on her fantastic muscular thigh. Finally she spoke. "I've told the women I work with at the bank about this really attractive young man that I've been flirting with. I told them I have an apartment, and that the young man from next door and I hang out sometimes in the evenings, and how I think he hopes to show this divorcee a good time." She paused for a long moment before continuing. I took a long drink and looked at her, smiling flirtatiously. I wasn't certain what else I could have done. After a moment of trying to read my reaction and seeming pleased with what she saw, she continued. "I've also told Beth about how badly I want to have that good time. How badly that I want to fuck that young man. She laughs and calls me a cougar, but dares me to go for it, to dress more and more slutty during our encounters to drive you wild... him wild." She was silent for a second as she took a slow sip from her drink. Slowly she released my hand and slid hers up my arm, across my lap, and dug her nails into my hard on through my pants. "Have you ever specifically wanted to get drunk, so that you would be free to make mistakes?" she asked, meeting my eyes. She squeezed my cock again, I guess to make sure I knew what she meant, and I squeezed her thigh as I spoke. "God yes." I said honestly. She looked at me drunkenly, with a large smile on her face. "Bottoms up?" she asked. I sat there looking at my beer for several more seconds. On one hand she was my aunt, and drunk. I shouldn't take advantage; it would be the height of immorality. On the other hand she has maybe wanted to fuck me for months. She was a stunningly hot married 'soon to be' divorcee, she had her hand on my cock, and she wanted to have a good time. I really wanted to get some ass tonight. Her leg felt really good under my hand right now, and I was dying to peel those clothes off of her... Ahhh, what the hell? I downed my beer and slapped it down on the counter. "Shots!" my aunt shouted. "Shots!" I echoed quickly. Within seconds Beth was back in front of us. My aunt ordered something called a Scoobie Snack, while I ordered a Red Headed Slut. Allyn, her own hair a dark red, elbowed me in the ribs. I slipped my arm around her, and insisted Beth bring me two, as I had some catching up to do. I did my shots and a third and fourth before Allyn took my hand and lead me back to the dance floor. This time she and I were much more physical. She climbed me and swayed from my body like I were her stripper pole, and I spun and twirled her like she was an extension of myself. Whenever she came close her lips would meet mine or her hand would squeeze and grip my ass through my black slacks. After the dance I started to guide her back up for more drinks. "Whoa cowboy. I'll go grab my card. You go get the car." She swayed a bit and stumbled into me, so I caught her and held her. Her large breasts pushed against my chest and pleasantly up over the top of her black tube top, threatening to spill out. "I was going to drink a bit more and call us a cab." My lovely aunt gripped my shirt in her fists and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. She then pulled herself up to my ear, licking my neck on the way up. "How drunk does a man have to be to get his dick sucked? You're driving mister. A lady never sucks cock in front of a cabbie." My hands slapped down onto her firm ass and squeezed. Okay, maybe four shots and a beer were all I needed to be willing to fuck my own aunt after all. She slid from my arms and up the stairs, using the arm rail to steady herself. I turned and shot out the exit, almost at a jog, eager to grab the car. By the time I returned aunt Allyn was waiting near the exit, some guy was leaning out his window and was trying to offer her a ride. ****** Family Bonding She recognized my car and hustled over, her breasts doing interesting things as she ran. As soon as she was in I started down the road, and the club was still in sight when her hand landed firmly on top of the hard bulge in my slacks. "Sorry for rushing us honey, but I've been wanting this cock in me for months now, and I am really tired of waiting." Her hands switched from squeezing my cock through my pants to deftly working my fly, and I gave up on rational thought. I focused on the road as best I could. I felt Allyn's hand slip into my slacks, into my boxers, and wrap around my thick, eager cock. She tugged on it several times before she pulled it out into the open, its size and rigidity giving her trouble. "Mmm," she purred, "you're even bigger than I imagined you would be." I took a hand off the wheel and placed it on the back of her seat. She leaned over towards me, but didn't drop her head into my lap as expected. Instead she worked my cock with her hands as she spoke. "Tell your aunty how badly you want her. Tell her how eager you are to stuff this cock inside of her." I've done the dirty talk before, so I was sure I could handle it without seeming like a loser, but the words she wanted me to say seemed pretty out there. I had been telling myself that the wanton woman who was pumping my cock with her hands was not my aunt. Still, if that's what turned her on then I could play that game. "I've never wanted any woman as badly as I want you right now aunt Allyn. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. Please take me inside of you aunt Allyn." It was difficult to talk dirty and drive at the same time especially since I was so motivated to get home. Luckily my aunt didn't keep me waiting long. My eyes slid from the road and up into my head as her lips rested gently over the head of my cock and slowly parted, applying constant pressure as they slipped down and around my erection. Her tongue did incredible things, flicking across the tip until my cock slid too far down her throat and then instead massaged my cock from the side, a warm muscular masseuse in that sexy mouth of hers. The road came back into focus and I was in the wrong lane. It was a turning lane, and thank God it was empty. I turned on my blinker to announce to anyone behind me that I would be coming back into the correct lane. I made it back over just as my aunts lips met the base of my cock and she bit lightly down with her teeth and made a humming sound to draw my attention to her achievement. My God! The base of my cock? I was fully hard, at my maximum length and thickness, and her teeth her pressed into the base if my cock. My whole erection was all the way down her throat. I wondered if I could flex the muscle and touch her collar bone... Eyes on the road lover boy! My right tire was in the shoulder of the road. Not too bad of a swerve. I had apparently left the highway in favor of back roads. Good idea. My subconscious was smarter than I was. I slowed down. My aunt gagged and pulled her mouth up off my cock, or did she pull my cock out of her mouth, hell I don't know but I remember it felt just as good coming back out. She coughed and gagged, complimenting her skill and my size. "Holy shit! Did you see how far down my throat you were? Did you feel it? I don't think porn stars have a cock that big Jake, or a throat so able! It's like my throat was made for this cock!" "I like the sound of that." I said with a raised eye brow, voice neutrally committed. As if the size of my cock or deep throating my aunt were no big deal. That's right, I have game. "Nowhere near as much as I do." my aunt said warmly. My cock throbbed eagerly in her hand, and she acquiesced to it's request and slipped the beast back between her heavenly lips. Up and down. Lick lick lick. Eyes on the road. Back and forth across her lips. In and out. Mind on the road, I chided myself. Slowly my cock crawled down her throat so far I thought I felt her heart beat, then slowly back out it would regretfully slide. Shallow bobs, up and down, up and down, then slowly all the way back in as far as it could go. I swear we caught air as we rounded the final turn onto my street and sped down hill towards the house. Mom and dad weren't back. What time was it now? 1:58. Not even two? My parents claimed they would be shutting the club down with their friends, then going back to one of their friends' places after... Of course they might leave early, but Allyn and I probably had the place alone for thirty minutes at least, maybe a few hours if we were lucky. I stopped the car and took a moment to finale feel her fantastic tits through her top. As she continued to deep throat my cock I took another minute to pull her skirt up and feel her fantastic ass. After that I pulled my lovely aunt off of my cock by pulling her hair. Her lips pouted at me, but her eyes looked absolutely craven. Hungry. Starved for more. "Get your fine ass inside aunty Allyn, now." Her eyes lit up with challenge. "And who are you to order me young man?" "I am your nephew aunty Allyn, and I am taking you inside and fucking you senseless, whether you like it or not." She gave me a faux scandalized look. I got out and shut my door on her. Her eyes never left me as I circled the car. I circled it slowly and determinately, never quite looking back at her. I stopped only long enough to stuff my cock back into my pants before opening the door for her. Aunt Allyn was still laid out over towards the driver seat, but she had rolled over onto her back and had a frightened and scandalized look on her face that didn't meet her eyes. "But Jakey! We're related!" I rolled my eyes. "I could care less." I reached in, dragging her by her sexy legs out the car door and lifted her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. She laughed and cackled as I carried her into the house, grabbing my ass with both hands. I carried her around to the sliding glass door that lead into my room, the door I had left unlocked when I left for the club a few hours earlier. Once inside, I threw her down on my bed. Mine. That idea was an odd kind of turn on all on it's own, like I was reclaiming territory. By fucking the woman who had taken my bed from me on it, I was expressing dominance over her and my territory. It was an odd thought, but a turn on, so I went with it. I hopped up on the bed, straddling my aunt, and kissed her deeply. She cooed and moaned and writhed as she bit my lips and her hands made their way back down to my pants to once again free my engorged cock. I kissed and licked my way down her neck. There was nothing measured or careful about our pacing. I was as hungry for her as she was for me. Her thin little top, the one that always looked like it might pop open at any moment, was actually on so tight that it hurt Allyn as I struggled to pull it over her breasts. Frustrated I bit the thing and tore it up the middle. My aunt tugged and fondled and caressed my cock as I stared at the nicest rack I had ever seen. My uncle must have spent a small fortune on those things. So much for keeping his good fortune away from this side of the family. I squeezed one fantastic breast in my hand. Then the other. Then squeezing the first one from the side, I took the nipple into my mouth and stimulated it with my lips and tongue. I attacked her breasts like a starved man. I pinched, pulled, licked, rubbed, bit, and slapped those big beautiful and neglected orbs like there was no tomorrow. My aunt's stripper body writhed underneath me until her skirt rose up above her waist. She released my cock and started trying to slide her panties off, desperate to feel my cock inside of her. I smirked and slid down her body, sliding her panties down her long tanned legs in the process. Allyn cooed for me as I did so. She asked me to fuck her, told me how badly she needed me. I didn't answer, but instead knelt down by the bed and kissed her ankle. Too many nights had I fantasizes thinking about these long legs and that killer rack to rush things now. For all I knew this might be a one night stand. In fact it probably was. I decided to go slow as I kissed my way up her right leg, completely neglecting the left. I kissed, licked, and nibbled every single square inch of that gorgeous leg until finally I as just centimetres away from aunt Allyn's bare snatch. I breathed a long hot breath of hot air onto it before sliding all the way down her other leg. Allyn bucked and moaned and pleaded with me to lick her cunt, "Your aunty's cunt" she said, but I ignored her pleas and started the slow process over. I had to hold her legs down to keep from getting kicked. I finally made my way back up her long left leg and back to that pretty pussy. I hadn't been sure what to expect when I saw it, as I had never slept with an older women before, but it looked just as sexy as Missy's had when we had first started dating. I had expected it to look.. used... like Missy's did now. Maybe uncle Tom wasn't packing much heat. Maybe big cocks skip a generation, or just followed dad's side of the family tree. Whatever. The pussy in front of me was making my mouth water and my cock ache. I stood up and rested my cock against her entrance, playing with the idea of skipping the oral and going straight into fucking her roughly. I was so ridiculously turned on that the idea of rushing to my own climax was pretty damned tempting. I lifted my aunt's legs straight up in front of me, holding them together with my left hand while running my right lightly up and down her pretty thighs. Allyn cooed and moaned and pushed her cunt against me, ordering me inside of her. That was the deciding factor. Had she begged me to eat her I would have fucked her right then. Aunt Allyn Ch. 01 I leaned against her legs, pushing them back against her until I was close enough to kiss her, my dick pressed between her labia and one tiny thrust away from penetration. Instead, after the kiss I kissed her neck and her shoulder. Her collar bone. She cried out in protest when I finally pulled my cock away from her hole. She ran both hands through my hair as I kissed my way down her glorious breasts again, and took my time doing so, she said I was a horrible nephew for teasing his poor aunt so. I pushed her legs up into a spread eagle position, and she did as I had wanted and grabbed them with her own hands at the knees to hold them up for me. When my ex would hold her legs like that her thigh muscle would become stretched and pronounced through the skin around her cunt, and the one on the right, for some reason, would become incredibly sensitive. I gave my aunt's leg an experimental lick and her body bucked appreciatively. I gave it a few more, then slowly traced my tongue around the outskirts of her sweet looking pussy. My aunt screamed "Just eat me for the love of god!" and this time I did exactly as she asked. I licked her long and slow, pushing my tongue into her deeply and widening it as much as I could inside of her. She tasted... absolutely heavenly. I stabbed my tongue into her in quick, jabbing gestures. I traced my tongue lightly between her inner and outer labia. People say a good tip is to write the alphabet with your tongue. I worry that the pattern might be recognizable, so I write sentences. "You are mine aunt Allyn. Mine to fuck and tease at my leisure. Mine to pleasure, mine to use." My aunt, as it turns out, does not cum easily. I was partially through spelling out the long list of prepositions before I felt and heard her writhe in anticipation of an approaching climax. I waited until I just started to taste her fluids before I moved up to assault her clitoris. My busty aunt cursed my name and raked her fingers through my hair as her body bucked for me in ecstasy. I stood and removed the rest of my clothing, and my aunt wiggled out of her black mini skirt, which was all that she had left on. I stooped to the ground and picked up her black heels and slipped them back onto her feet. After she understood what I was doing, she helped. I am not much of a talker, but sometimes words are not necessary. I walked my naked sexy aunt over to the dresser, in front of the mirror, and had her bend at the hip, holding herself up in front of me. In the heels, her ass was lifted just high enough to allow smooth entry into her pussy from behind, a fact that had occurred to me as we danced earlier. I ran my hands up her thighs and over her big, round, muscular ass, and marvelled at how much my aunt must work out to look so damned sexy. I smacked her ass, and enjoyed the way her whole body shook with pleasure and pain. "You have no idea how badly your aunt needs that thick cock inside of her Jakey." I had a faint, distant memory of my aunt calling me Jakey as a child. I had been turned off by the aunt/nephew part of this at first, but I was beyond that now. To say I was turned on by my aunt's persistent dirty talk would be an understatement. I lined myself up with her sweet little pussy from behind and started working my fat cock into it. It took some rubbing and some cramming on my part and some repositioning and shifting on Allyn's (evidence that I was much bigger than uncle Tom, I reasoned) until finally I was deep inside of her wet and wanton snatch. I slid slowly but purposefully inside of her. I went slowly mostly because I had to. My aunt was tight as sin and opened almost unwillingly as I pressed myself into her. In and out I started to slide. In the dresser mirror I watched my aunt bite her lip, her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed. She looked heavenly with her vibrant red hair cascading down her smooth tan back, her perfect breasts hanging heavily and swaying gently as her body rocked slowly to and fro in rhythm with my thrusts. I was torn between watching her beautiful face, full breasts, shapely ass, or just simply appreciating the view of my cock sliding slowly in and out of her hot sex. I knew when she was ready. Her eyes opened and locked onto mine in the reflection and she smiled warmly at me. "Is this all you got nephew?" I calmly reached forward and took my aunts arms from the dresser. She tried to stand but I twisted them in a way that caused her to bend over even more severely than before, balancing precariously on her black high heels. I pulled my fat cock slowly and carefully out of her pussy and, just before my cock head popped free, yanked back on her arms and thrust forward, slamming myself into her to the hilt. She grunted in a very unladylike way, rolling her eyes back in her head. I released the support I was offering her weight while not releasing her wrists. She tumbled forward a bit as I slid my cock back out but she caught herself without trying to right herself, balancing precariously on her tall black heels. The instant she straightened her legs and before she had the chance to look back up at me I thrust into her again, wrenching her arms back just as hard as before. The second that sweet ass slapped against my abs I again let up on my grip and let her tumble forward towards the mirror. She didn't buckle her legs this time, trusting me to reel her back against me before she hit the mirror. She adapted quickly to what I wanted. I didn't let her down. Again I reeled her back against my cock. And again. And again. Her eyes rolled back just a bit with every thrust but she did her best to stare me and catch her breath. As soon as she managed that she screamed out "Fuck me that... That fuck... fucking massive cock!" I did as she had tried to ask and started fucking her harder and faster. My aunt, as I saw it, was built for sex. Full lips, fuller breasts, a pretty and innocent looking face, vibrant full bodied hair, a tight ass... Now that she was single many, many men would be angling to coax her into such a role in their lives. As her first lover post Tom, I wanted to be the best she would ever have. I wanted to be the fuck that she compared all others to. Her body bounced and shook as I desired in front of my mirror, our mirror, and shook even harder as she came. I tilted her body back just enough to see her gorgeous full breasts shake fantastically. This caused me to lower my hips and thrust upward into her, which made her cum all the harder it seemed. She wanted to collapse after cumming, I could tell, but I was more than able to continue in this position and eager to see my aunt struggle to keep up. Again I picked up the pace. Though it was more of a challenge on my body, slapping into her wet snatch from the lower angle was easier on my aunt's diaphragm, a little more up and down than back and forth, and she resumed egging me on with her fowl language. "Fuck your horny fucking aunty with that massive fucking cock you naughty naughty fucking boy!" she cried breathlessly. I stopped fucking her right before she came again. "Don't stop please don't fucking stop." "Grab my wrist." I ordered, releasing her right arm. She swayed forward but rebalanced herself and reached back to grip my wrist as instructed. I slowly moved my arm across her ass towards her other arm, and her pussy clamped down on my cock as she struggled to maintain her balance. I had had a thought. If this was a once in a life time sexual experience, I wanted it to be an unforgettable one too. "With your other hand grab the same wrist." I told her. She did so. With my free left hand I gathered up my sexy aunt's gorgeous red hair and pulled. "Now let go of my wrists with both hands at the same time and grab my other wrist." She hesitated, so I stopped supporting her weight with the arm she held and pulled my cock back slightly, ready to slam back in while pulling her back by her hair alone. Quickly she released my arm with both hands and gripped my left hand just before I yanked her hair back. I still pulled hard on her hair as I jammed my cock back into her cunt. At the same instant her ass bounced off of my torso I slapped her ass with my now free right hand. I fucked her harder and more roughly than I ever would have sober. Aunt Allyn came much harder this time as I repeatedly yanked her by her hair back against me, slapping her ass with every thrust. She did her best to relieve the pressure on her hair with her upper arm strength, but I knew it hurt, and knew the pain made her cum all the harder. "Fuck you you hot fucking bitch, I'm going to cum!" I growled. I mercilessly slapped her fantastic ass as her body shook, and I stopped fighting my own climax as well. "Don't cum inside me!" she yelled to late. I was already pumping my hot seed deep into my own aunt's desperate sex. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, though it was lost in the sea of expletives that were flowing from my aunt's pretty lips. She released my hand and fell forward, catching the dresser before she hit it. I leaned into her, reluctant to pull my still ejaculating cock out of her pussy and eager to wrap my arms around her and cup her full breasts. My aunt cooed appreciatively, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "I was wild before I married your uncle, but I've never come close to cumming that hard in my life." I returned her compliment with a wink. "I've never been with such a beautiful woman before, and I wanted to make an impression." I continued to play with her breasts as we talked, flicking her nipples with my thumbs. I hadn't lied, I thought Allyn was gorgeous. "I need to lie down." my aunt said. "Will you lay with me?" she asked. I was taken off guard by the request, having expected to retire to the couch in short order. We still had time until mom and dad got back... "I would love to." I told my aunt. She had me lay down under her sheets nude and soon, after washing her make up off and cleaning up the mess I had left inside of her, her naked body settled up against mine. After a long, gentle french kiss, she faced away from me and guided my arms around her, bringing my hand between her breasts. We spooned there naked in silence for quite some time as I enjoyed feeling her body against mine. I heard my parents come home. They talked in the kitchen for sometime with guests. I realized that my aunt was sleeping, and knew that I should sneak away in case my parents came down, but I was loath to tear myself away from her fantastic body. An hour later the guests upstairs left, and my parents luckily went off to bed without coming downstairs. I laid there for another thirty minutes, watching my beautiful, vibrant aunt sleep, feeling her body against mine. Apparently, I chided myself, I wasn't so worldly as to be able to fuck someone and not feel connected to them. Sighing, barely able to keep my eye's open, I tried to quietly disentangle myself from my sleeping aunt. She woke as my arm slid out from under her. She turned to the sliding glass door and saw that it was still dark outside. "You aren't leaving me are you?" she whispered. "I fear you will wake up screaming at me for having taken advantage of you last night." She laughed quietly. "I have been trying to build up the courage to drag you in here for weeks. I was hoping to have you again in the morning if you were not repulsed by the idea sober." She said this with a purr, pulling me back against her, though I saw uncertainty in her eyes. "Mmm... I am sober now and would gladly take you again if you are up for it." My busty aunt shifted and reached between us, gripping my iron hard cock. Her eyes lit up in surprise and open delight. "Are your parents back yet?" "They went to bed thirty minutes ago." "Then we will need to be quiet. Lay still and let me take care of you." Allyn kissed my cheek, and then my lips softly as she spun to face me and slide on top of me. I ran my hands through her hair and over her body as she reached between us and slid my cock back inside of her. Kissing me deeply she rocked her body up and down mine, sliding back and forth onto my cock. "Tell me again you think I am beautiful." she whispered. "I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." She purred and started riding me just a little bit faster. "Have you always wanted to fuck me?" she asked. "No. I thought you were stunning at the airport, but I thought of you as family. It was the teasing you've been doing that got to me." She purred again. "That was the idea." Now she held herself up higher by straightening her arms, and I took the opportunity to caress her pretty breasts. "Did you enjoy my teasing?" "I hated it." I said honestly. She stopped rocking against me and raised her eyebrow challengingly. "I thought it was torturous, because I didn't think this was possible." "And now?" "I think your interest in me might be the greatest thing that's ever happened to me." My aunt smiled at that and leaned in to kiss me, softly and fully. Then she leaned back and sat up into a cowgirl position, her pretty thighs on either side of my torso. I ran my hands over them as my aunt began to lift and lower herself onto me, riding me with increasing abandon. She told me not to hold out on her, not to try to make her cum. She said I was two orgasms behind and she desperately wanted to make me cum again. I obeyed, and willed myself closer and closer to climax as I watched her fantastic silhouette bounce on my throbbingly eager erection. It was not long before I filled her again with my sperm, and her body shook as my orgasm brought about her own. She collapsed against me, whispering that I cheated by making her cum, and that I needed to be ready to be pampered in the morning. She kissed my lips, told me that she loved me, and rolled over to fall asleep. She told me she loved me. I mean, she had said that before, aunt to nephew, but obviously not ever after sex. It felt... different. I worried for a moment about what I was getting into, but soon pushed those concerns out of my mind and snuggled up and spooned with my beautiful, sexy lover. Aunt Ana From Behind The plan was to go to a Santana concert at the nearby Concord pavilion with my family. I'd never been to a concert before and was excited about it. My mother's two sisters and their family were coming with us, so it was going to be a family outing. Being a young, horny eighteen year old, I found myself checking out my multiple aunts from time to time, though I knew it was totally wrong. The thing was, I spent a lot of time around my family, and sex was always on my mind, so naturally I wondered how it would be to fuck my aunts. Most were ugly and were easy to avoid nasty thoughts, but one of them, Ana for example, (who was accompanying us that day) always caught my attention. Ana was thirty-eight. She didn't have any kids and was married to her second husband, a fifty something guy named Dom, who I got along with fine.There were two reasons she married a man twenty years her senior, in my opinion, for money and because he took religion as seriously as she did. My mother always said that she'd only been with two men in her life, her first husband and then Dom. Ana, wasn't bad to look at. She was light skinned, and had big brown eyes. She maintained a youthful attitude, having never been a parent, but she thought herself superior to anyone who wasn't a Pentecostal. She'd converted over to a Pentecostal church years ago in her youth. My family was catholic, which at time caused a few playful arguments, but she took her religion seriously. She didn't drink. Didn't smoke weed. She went to church every Sunday and was always trying to get me and my other cousins to go with her to her church. Her breasts were perky B-cups. She wasn't thin, but neither fat. I'd say you could call her a voluptuous Latina in her late thirties. She worked out daily. She was easily approachable and nice to the point of fault. I never saw her raise her voice or get angry. She smiled a lot and laughed more. Her best feature was her bulbous butt, which looked magnificent in whatever she wore, and got looks wherever she went. I remember exactly what Ana wore on that Saturday afternoon so many years ago. It's ingrained into my mind, burned you could say, because I'm not sure if I'm scarred from the incestuous event I'm about to tell. My aunt wore a thin black skirt that went loose to her mid thighs. Tall black leather boots adorned her feet. For a blouse, she wore a black silk shirt that tied around her neck. All black. I remember thinking she looked ready for a funeral. When we arrived we were supposed to sit in the grassy hill area over looking the show. There were several bands that opened, but when Santana was about to come out on stage, my uncle Dom really wanted to go down and see it up close. My parents were with my younger brothers and wanted to stay on the hill. So did my other aunt, the mother of my cousin who'd come with us. So Ana, being the youngest, offered to keep an eye on us in the front. Ana and Dom followed behind me and my cousin as we walked down the hill and through the crowds. There were a lot of drunk people there that day. We neared the front, trying our best to get as close as we could to the action. We were able to stay close together, just at the fringe of where the crowd got tightly bunched. There were many people dancing and the smell of marijuana was in the air. My cousin began to dance with a girl, and I noticed my aunt and uncle dancing, so I was left alone for a song or two. My aunt seeing this tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I wanted to dance. I thought this was pretty lame, dancing with my aunt, but I couldn't turn her down. We danced a song in a playful manner, not getting really close. It was just a friendly dance, nothing like what was going on around us. The song came to an end and we stopped dancing. But with the end of the song the crowd got really tight. More people had shown up and a push jammed bodies together. It so happened I was between my aunt and uncle when this happened, Ana to the left, Dom to the right. I couldn't move forward or back, or side to side. Panic crossed my mind for a minute. I recalled news stories of people being crushed to death, and imagined myself on the floor being trampled. I put my arms halfway down with my elbows half way bent and pushed out with all my might, trying to make for my lungs to breathe. After a couple of swells, the pressure relaxed. My aunt tapped me on the shoulder and screamed into my ear. It was hard to hear what she was saying the music was so loud, but I caught most of it: "Can you scoot so I can get next to Dom?" I nodded and tried to push back. My aunt scooted in front of me. It was really tight. I mean so tight that she had to stick an arm in front of my chest, then her body. I was a few inches taller than my short aunt, and the top of her head passed under my chin. I caught the fragrance of her shampoo. Then the most glorious thing happened. Something I hadn't thought or expected to ever occur. As Ana moved in front of me, trying desperately to get to her husband, my uncle, her plump bubble butt crossed my path...it pushed against my groin. Never did I imagine that it would be possible to get such a good feel of my aunt's behind--not that I really wanted to--she was my aunt after all. But years of admiring that thing led to a few nights of masturbating with that fleshy rear end in mind. Now there it was, right against me. My uncle was right beside me. I glanced at him and saw a look of concern on his normally calm face. I don't think he was expecting such a crowd. "Are you okay?" He asked, tapping my aunt's shoulder. Again I read his lips because of the noise. "Yeah." She answered. "Come here. Would you scoot back so your aunt can get over here." My uncle asked me, again screaming to be heard. I nodded and pushed back to allow my aunt more freedom to move. As I did a surge occurred and I was pushed into my aunt. I got a good push into her soft ass then. "Whoa." My aunt said. The crowd relieved pressure and I could have scooted back now for her to slide by, but that last surge had stirred my arousal. I only wanted a second more of her ass pushed up against me, something to remember for later that night when I would masturbate, so instead of letting my aunt pass, I pretended I couldn't. "Let me through." She called to me. "I'm trying." I said, lying. I leaned my head in to sniff her hair, and then felt blood rushing to my penis. Oh no, I thought. I needed to back off now before she felt her nephew's erection behind her. So I moved back to let my aunt through but the opening had closed. I saw another man where my uncle had been. My uncle Dom was now a few steps to the right of us. He kept his eye contact on us and waved when I saw him. "It's hard to get you through there's so many people." I said, leaning into my aunt. "I know. Maybe we can wait a song or two and the crowd will ease up." She called back to me. That was fine with me, I thought, except my damned penis was coming to life because of my aunt's rotund cheeks. Please lord, let my erection go away, I thought. I looked up to the night sky and past all the lights of the show and focused on the music. Santana was ripping a few riffs with the guitar and I began to focus on that. Bit by bit my erection began to fade and I took a breath of relief, but then my aunt began to dance a little. She swayed side to side. There was a little room between us now, a few inches. I looked around me and saw my uncle watching the show. Beside me, to the left and right, were couples. They were dancing to the music as best they could in the conditions, the guys with their hands around their dates waists and rocking some. I had no idea were my cousin was. A small surge of crowd occurred and I was tight against my aunt again. "Oh." She said. And stopped dancing, but soon, she started up because the music was so good and everyone was dancing. Her hips swayed side to side and caused that bulbous backside to slide across my crotch. My hard on began to return. This time much quicker. I fought it. I backed off her as best I could and reached down, pulling my erection up and tucking it into the waistband of my shorts. So now the bottom of my cock was facing outwards, head up, so maybe it wouldn't poke her and become noticeable if we got pushed together. A surge occurred and I pressed against my aunt. My erection right up against her ass. The thin material of her skirt gave no resistance and my erection became engulfed in fat ass. My cock found her crack quite easily and rested there. I could heat between her cheeks. I held my breathe. My heart was beating rapidly. My poor aunt was being accosted by her young nephew. Maybe she didn't feel it at all, I convinced myself. Maybe she just felt pressure from behind, something innocent and normal. I relaxed a bit and told myself to take a deep breathe. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of my cock being secretly hugged by my aunt's butt-- "Excuse me." She said, glancing over her shoulder. She felt it. She felt her perverted nephew's bulging cock pressing into her defenseless ass, but there was nothing to be done. Nothing to be said. Nowhere to go. She had to take it for the time being. "The crowd." I answered, very flushed. She tried to turn away, angling away from me and my naughty, incestuous erection. I couldn't blame her. But when she turned it only rubbed against my cock. My penis was now against my aunt's right butt cheek. Directly over the fleshiest, roundest part. I bit my lip it felt so good. It was just as delicious as I always imagined. I knew it was wrong, and I felt ashamed by my actions, but I couldn't help myself. "Have you seen Dom?" She asked me. I saw how uncomfortable her face was. She wouldn't look me in the eye. Her cheeks were red. I felt awful. "No." I said, though I knew he was nearby, I didn't want her to see him. I wanted her to stay right there in front of me. She saw him anyways, and I heard her call out to him, but he was distracted or couldn't hear. Each time she turned or moved created friction on my penis which hardened me further. She changed how she supported her weight and as she shifted her butt cheek bulged out at my cock and firmed up. The tension and grating made me curl my toes. Was this really happening? "Can you back up a little?" She asked me. She scared the shit out of me. Would she tell anyone? I knew it was probably worse for her because she was so religious. This was a major sin for the both of us. "I'm trying, aunt Ana." I really tried, but the temptation was too great. Her ass looked os luscious and pleasurable to me...how could I not rub it with my erection? So as secretly as I could I inched back to her butt, resting my throbbing cock against her. My penis settled back over her ass crack and it remained there for some time, unmoving. I think she became accustomed to it because another song came on and she began to gyrate her hips. Sliding her big juicy butt side to side. My cock rubbed over one magnificently soft cheek, dived into her crack, and slid up to the other cheek, and the process repeated. It felt magnificent. My arms were still bent at the elbows so that my hands were near her shoulders. I studied her back. Her blouse was tied behind her neck. A small gold chain was also around her neck that spelled out her name, I think Dom got it for her. Her skirt material was so thin that I could practically feel everything. It was a real swishy type of fabric, not silk, but something similar to that. I looked down between us and saw her butt just rocking back and forth. I loved the way my cock would slip in and out of her ass crack that was very deep and wide, but I wanted it nestled in there like a hot dog in a bun. So the next time it slipped in there I pushed forward as gently as I could, knowing that I would regret it, but not caring. And the craziest thing occurred, she didn't get all worked up like she had before. Instead she stood there, still, and allowed me to gently push into her. I pushed until I felt I was as far as I could go. Being the horny kid I was, I steadily raised myself upwards on my tip toes, then down to the flat of my feet. Doing this created a sliding effect, so that I was slyly humping my poor aunts butt. She still wasn't moving, so I decided to say something to her to make sure things were okay. "The music is great live, huh? Santana knows how to play." I told her in her ear. "He's the best there is." She answered back. That's when I knew to go for it. Emboldened by her lack of response to my raging cock molesting her butt, I dropped both of my arms downwards. I welcomed the relief as my elbows had begun to hurt, being bent for some time. As softly as I could, I turned my hands so that they were palm outward, and pressed them to either side of her butt. She didn't react. I inched them up and down, sliding them over her glorious cakes. My fingers wanted to press hard into her flesh, but I fought that urge, and remained as sly as I could. This is very bad, I thought, sick even, but to this day, I won't deny the ecstasy it produced. Secretly and selfishly gratifying myself on an older, voluptuous family member, created one the rare ultimate highs I've ever experienced. My two hands couldn't control themselves anymore and I gave her cheeks a soft squeeze, just to test how far I could go with this. Oh, how ample and fleshy they were in my hands. Her bulbous ass flexed under my fingers, and I had to handfuls of ass. I saw her flesh bubble from between her fingers. My finger tips created small, lusty craters in her pillows. I ran my hands downwards to the very bottom of her butt, where her cheeks curved to meet the flesh of her thighs. Each ass cheek sat in my palms like two oversized and warm water balloons. She had to know I was cupping the bottoms of her ass, and yet she acted as if nothing were occurring. She had to feel her nephew's penis wedged up her butt crack. I'll admit I was in my own private world. Beside me the people were looking forward to the stage, nobody knew what was going on right in front of me except me and my aunt. I pulled away just a little so that I could see down my aunts back. Much to my pleasure I saw her skirt bunched up into her butt crack where my erection had been. A surge of crowd pushed me forward again, and because I was a little away from my aunt I fell forward into her. To gain my balance I placed my right hand on her hip. Shit, I thought. She would feel that for sure. Everything I'd done had been slick and done as slowly as I could, as to ensure secrecy--but a hand on her hip. What would she think? I went to remove my hand, but her own hand shot over my mine and held it into place. What was she doing? I wondered. Had she forgotten I was her nephew? My heart went crazy. This didn't seem real. And then she backed into me and began to dance like the other couples around us: grinding her ass into me. All of this happened very quickly. The turn of events were like a flash of lightening. Before I knew it my iron hard cock rubbing gently against her had turned her into someone I didn't know. When she felt my erection she squeezed my hand, and I responded by pushing into her, and she pushed back, driving me up her butt crack. The music and the sound of the crowd seemed to carry me away. Though we were surrounded by thousands of people, we were the only two on the dance floor. The only two in the world. I'd never felt so close to a woman before. Our bodies were in unison, grinding and grinding together, pressing and rubbing. It didn't matter that she was my older aunt or that I was her nephew; all of that was forgotten and lost in the music and the ambience of the crowd. Her big butt was the center of my universe and it fed a growing hunger in my soul. I decided to hump her blatantly. Fuck trying to be slick. I grabbed her hip and pulled her into me. In reaction to that she moved my hand around her so that we were kind of hugging. My hand landed under her belly button. She had a small pouch there, nothing noticeable for a woman her age. My hand lasted there for a few moments before she pushed it down between her legs. I felt both her thighs on either side of my hand, before she pushed into my fingers and drove them between her legs, which she opened up to accommodate me. Her heat is the first thing I remember as I write this. How hot it was near her juicy cunt. Her skirt hid nothing, and I felt her pelvic bone, and on top of the bone a loose fleshiness; the secret lips of her vagina. Her fingers began to grind my own into this forbidden area. I saw that her head had dropped and she wasn't looking at the stage anymore. The crowd cheered for something but I'll never know what it was. I looked at Dom and saw him glance over at me. He was till there. My uncle was no more than ten feet away and watching me as I rubbed his wife's pussy and dragged my teenage erection up her ass crack. We made eye contact and he smiled at me, giving me a thumbs up. I nodded to him, unable to return the thumbs up with both my hands working my aunt's thick body. I decided to make the most of the situation. There was no going back now I figured. I pulled away from my aunt, her skirt was still dug up into a major booty bite. The top of my shorts were elastic and I pulled them and my boxers down. My shirt was long, thank God, and I pulled the material over my exposed cock. Now I lifted up the back of my aunt's skirt as secretly as I could and pushed my erection under it. I fixed the skirt so that it hid my cock, and wouldn't look as if I were under it. When the skirt was where I wanted it, I pulled my shirt back and voila, my dick was bare and exposed against her ass. My left hand had wandered up her skirt and I felt for her panties, which I discovered was nothing more than a lacy string. My cock was still pointed upwards and I tried to push it into her fleshy crack again. It wouldn't fit right, so I used my other hand to open one of her cheeks and my cock fell into the furnace of her crack. Ana's body tensed up as she felt this new situation on her backside, but she didn't say a word to me, but kept dancing and grinding her butt back into her nephew's penis. I pulled her skirt up in the front and felt how sopping wet her panties were. I easily pushed the g-string aside and felt her sex. She had a decent sized bush down there, and my finger stroked her hairs for a few turns. I found her lips, and sized them up. Running my fingers feather like down the length of them. Her clit was rock hard, a small hot marble just above the lips. That's where I concentrated my rubbing, flicking it with my index finger and sinking my middle finger up into her vagina. I used her pussy as a sort of handle for her body, as I would push my cock into her bare crack, my fingers dug deeper into her pussy. I felt her small rosebud situated between those massive cheeks. It felt hot and rubbery. The small ringed opening a puckered muscle kissing at my shaft as I rubbed against her. My penis was leaking pre-cum and that lubed up her ass properly for me. She squeezed her cheeks together and gave me the most pleasant feeling of being crushed by her cheeks. I used this newfound friction to hump secretly, my aunt's buttocks. Her asshole felt so wonderful. It added so much satisfaction to this butt rub down, knowing I was on the verge on penetrating her anally. Every now and then I would bend my knees so that the tip of cock would catch the tight opening, hold for a moment on her backdoor, then shoot past to be squeezed by gigantic butt cheeks. My nose found her silky black hair and I inhaled her scent. My chin was on the back of her neck. Everyone around us was doing the same thing. Nobody had a clue that this woman grinding her asshole into me was my aunt. Aunt Ana From Behind I looked over to my uncle and saw him watching me. He looked different this time. I don't think he liked seeing me pressed so close to his wife. But did he really think that his ultra religious wife would allow her nephew to rub his cock up between her big ass cheeks? Or that she would allow her nephew to finger her sloppy tight pussy? I decided to reposition my cock. I pulled away from her and pointed my cock down. Maybe it would slip into her ass that way, I thought. She kept dancing, not looking up to the stage, or glancing back at me. I opened her cheeks again and pushed forward. It was so wet in her hot crack that my cock slipped past her tiny asshole and up between her legs so that I felt my cock head with the fingers I was using to finger her. She stopped dancing. Her body became as still as a statue. I felt as if time slowed down for a moment. I was at a crossroads in life. She was at a crossroads. She leaned her head back, and for the first time I saw her red face. Her eyes were wet. Her lips glistened. Strands of her hair were stuck to her forehead. "Let's calm down." Ana said. I couldn't hear her voice, yet I read her lips, and most importantly read her eyes. "No. I'm your aunt." Ana said. Looking right into her big brown eyes, I used my finger to push my head up into her hungry lips so that it lined up with her soaking velvet hole. Her eyes gave me a look of disbelief, for a moment, she knew what I was about to do, then without warning I shoved my cock in with a powerful thrust. I spread her tight pussy apart and she had to accept me. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Her lips parted and I saw her teeth, then she bit her lip and her brow furled tight, her eyes closed. I penetrated my aunt with no remorse. I damn near lifted her off her feet I drove up so hard and so fast with that initial push. She turned her head away from me. Her tight hole expanded over my shaft. It felt magnificent. Every little movement I made sent her body racking. Her nails were digging tight into my hands, cutting my flesh. I continued playing with her clit. For a few moments I didn't hump, but only enjoyed the feeling of my aunt's silk vaginal walls pulsing on my cock. She began to rock on me. Her hips pushed back and forward and I realized she was milking my cock with her pussy. She wanted it. My aunt owned such a narrow pussy. When I pushed into her I felt the slim and forceful route my cock traveled. I really pushed her open with my dick, spreading her lips wide to take my girth. Three or four more powerful thrusts into her and I came. I wish I could have lasted longer but that's not how it panned out. I felt myself building up. The sensations seemed to increase with every push into my aunt. Then out of nowhere, her legs clamped shut over my hand and her pussy contracted over my dying hardness. It was as if all the muscles in her body tightened and loosened, then tightened and loosened. Her head leaned back into me as she twitched over her nephews cock. During her orgasm her pussy tightened up to twice its strength, and really grabbed a hold of my penis. Like a small sucking, kissing hole, it held me tight as I humped in slow even thrusts. Finally, I unloaded my sperm into my aunt. One, two, three heavy bursts deep in her body. It was over. Our sex and the song that was playing finished at the same moment. In that awkward silence reality hit us both. The gravity of our acts became clear. We dare not move-- "Ana." It was Dom's voice. He'd worked his way close to us. I hadn't bothered to check on him. She turned startled and looked at him. "What?" Her voice was thick. She sounded out of breath. "I've been trying to get your attention all night. You guys been okay?" I pulled out of her tender pussy. Dom still couldn't see how our bodies were, as he was ten feet away and bodies were between us. She reached behind her and pulled her skirt down. "Ready to go back?" He asked. "Yeah." Ana answered. Dom gave me a glare, a questioning look, but I dare not hold eye contact with him. I think he knew something was awry. I pulled up my shorts, trying not to look suspicious, but it was very hard. I'd just committed incest with my aunt. I'd fucked her, a married woman, right in front of her husband; a guy who I admired. I felt terrible. The crowd lessened for the first time and Dom came rushing through. He threw his arm around Ana. "What's wrong?" He asked her. "Nothing, why?" She said. "I..." "I'm fine, Dom." She was out of breath. Her cheeks were rosy and she was acting bewildered, as if she'd just woken from a sleep. Aunt and Cousin's Summertime Visit Aunt and Cousin's Summertime Visit Slutty aunt and sexy, virginal cousin stay with sister, niece, and horny nephew. After having sexually lusted over my mother and sister for years, I finally had sex with my 42-year-old mother, Jenny, and my sister, Emma, on her 21st birthday, the first day of summer. There, I wrote it and publically posted it for all to read. I had outrageous sex with my mother and sister and I'm glad that I did. Not feeling bad and certainly not feeling guilty that I had sex with my mother and sister, I made incestuous, sexual memories that I'll remember for the rest of my life. This summer, bar none and without a doubt, is the best summer of my life. What started out as pure incestuous lust has morphed to romance and has become a mother/son/sister/brother love story. Even better than I imagined it would be, the sex that I had with my mother and sister was all that I hoped it would be and so much more. Truly, now in a special way that no son should ever love his mother and no brother should ever love his sister, I love my mother and I love my sister, even more so when we're all naked and in bed together. "So happy. I'm so very happy," I said with my arm around my naked mother and my other arm around my naked sister. Feeling as if I was king of my castle in my own Game of Thrones, sexually sated, I was satisfied how well our threesome is working. "This is how it must have been in the dark ages with the son the man of the house and keeping his mother as well as his sister warm and sexually satisfied when there were no other men around," I said. "Sire," said my mother. "May I sucketh your cock again?" "Blow me mother. I mean, of course, sucketh my cock again wench." Ah, if only I lived back then how happy I'd be without cars, television, sports channels, the Internet, video games, running water, indoor plumbing, refrigeration...never mind. "Would you do me the honor of eating my pussy, my Lord?" My sister looked at me with a sexy smile. "If it's an oral orgasm that you want sister, I'd love to most graciously lick your pussy. Sit on my face sister while mother sucks my cock. Ah, this is the life," I said as my sister lowered her pussy to my waiting, horny mouth. * * * * * It all started when my whore of a mother took my slut of a sister out to a CFNM strip club for her twenty-first birthday. Even though I'm an incestuous pervert lusting over my mother and sister in the way I did, if I had a father, I'd be okay with my father taking me, his son, to a strip club for a private lap dance. What's wrong with that? It's just a rite of passage to becoming a man. Maybe because I'm a selfish guy, but it just seems to me that my mother taking her daughter, my sister, to a CFNM strip club on her birthday to suck some stripper's cock is just wrong. What does my sister having sex with a stripper have to do with her becoming a submissive woman to her husband's wants, whims, and needs? I dare say it would better suit my sister if my mother took her daughter to a home economics class on how to better clean, cook, and sew. Nonetheless my twisted morals and my distorted sense of what's right and what's wrong between the sexes, I was hoping that they'd come home drunk. I was hoping that they'd come home horny. I was hoping that they'd be so drunk and so horny that they wouldn't know that I was their son and brother and would give me the incestuous sex I was yearning to have. Thinking that it was all just a sexual fantasy that would never happen, suffice to say that I wasn't disappointed when they finally came home in a cab and fell through the front door laughing and singing. Fortunately for me, they did come home drunk. Fortunately for me, they did come home horny. Fortunately for me, they did give me the incestuous sex that I was lusting and hoping to have with their naked bodies. Now more than a month later, with my mother and sister fucking and sucking me nearly every day and with me fucking and licking them in return nearly every night, things between us couldn't be any better. I couldn't be any happier. I couldn't be any more sexually satisfied than I am today having sex with my whore of an ex-stripper mother and my slut of a sexy, bitch of a sister. "Thank you Jesus! Sorry, I meant to say, thank your Satan, I've been blessed. Pardon me again, I meant to say, after playing in the Devil's playground, thank you Satan, I've been cursed by the incestuous demon of forbidden love but in a good way." Ever since that fateful day six weeks ago, a sexual fantasy come true, it was as if the three of us were meant to have incestuous sex. As if we're having an incestuous Honeymoon, we've been having sex nearly every morning and every night. With her long legs, big tits, sexy body, and experienced moves that she learned working as a stripper giving private lap dances to so very many men, so many years ago, I can't get enough of my mother. She's such a good lover in bed, an understatement. Better than Natalie Dormer as Anne Boleyn in the Tudors as my Queen, my mother is spectacular in bed. Maybe because she's my Mom, I love having sex with my mother. I love watching my mother suck me while looking up at me with her big, blue eyes before I put a hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and cum in her mouth. I love watching her big tits jiggle and bounce as I fuck her harder and faster with all the pent up incestuous passion that a son has for his mother. I love watching her and hearing her having an orgasm while knowing that it was me, her son, who has given his mother such sexual pleasure. "Depending upon how I look at it, I'm either in Heaven or in Hell." "Heaven or Hell?" My mother removed my cock from her mouth to speak while looking up at me. "What do you mean by that Jack?" "Oh nothing Mother. I was just talking to myself. Suck Mother, suck," I said putting a gentle hand to the back of her head while watching her reinsert my cock in her mouth. * * * * * With her long, blonde hair, pretty face, and my determined desire to fuck and to sexually control my slutty bitch of a sister, in the way that I can't get enough of my mother, I can't get enough of my sexy sister. The Princess slut bitch, everything she knows she learned from her whore of a mother. With her long, shapely legs tightly wrapped around my back, her blonde hair pressed tightly against my cheek, and the sound her breathing heavily in my ear, I love pounding my sister's pussy until she screams with an orgasm. Then, once I sexually satisfy her, after she's regained her composure while relishing in the afterglow of sex, she sexually satisfies me as if I'm the King of her Castle and the Lord of her Kingdom. With her poised on her knees in front of me and looking up at me with her big, blue eyes, I love watching my sister suck my big, hard, hairy cock in the way that my mother just did. If it's not enough that I'm having sex with my mother and if it's not enough that I'm having sex with my sister, being able to go from my mother to my sister is a sexual fantasy come true. "Suck it Emma. Suck my prick. That's right sister, blow me. Blow your big brother." Then, if my having sex with my mother and sister isn't enough, to see them together kissing and touching one another while making love and licking and fingering one another as I watch and masturbate, never have I imagined how hot having sex with my mother and sister could be. Before having sex with my mother and sister, even when I masturbated while fantasizing over having sex with my mother and sister, even when I fantasized about an incestuous threesome, I never fantasized about them having sex with one another. A sizzling, sexy, steamy summer that I'll remember for the rest of my life, this is the best summer of the twenty-three years of my life. "Thank you Mom. Thank you Sis for making me so very happy." "You're welcome Jack," said my mother. "You're welcome Johnny," said my sister. * * * * * Fortunately for me, our forbidden relationship morphed from mother and son and sister and brother to incestuous lovers resplendently complete with threesome sex highlighted with lesbian sex between my mother and sister. Whenever they physically exhaust me, I'll watch them going at one another. Non-stop as if they're rabbits, both are insatiable sexual nymphomaniacs. As much as my mother and sister want me, they both want one another. A son and daughter in love with their mother, and a mother in love with her children, we are a family joined together by love as we are by incest. A sexual fantasy come true, after having sex nearly every day and every night, with me ejaculating multiple times a day and them having multiple orgasms in a night, alas, all good things must come to an end. Unbelievably, especially for someone who has never had sex with their mother and/or sister but who has always wanted to have sex with their mother and/or sister, I was bored. Restless, I was sexually frustrated. After a while and after a steady diet of sex, sex, and more sex with my mother and with my sister, as unbelievable as it might sound, I was sexually unsatisfied. I was depressed. I was unhappy. Having reached the ultimate pinnacle of my incestuous sexual relationship and with nothing left to achieve, now what? How can I possibly top having sex with my mother and sister? "Woe is me." Hard to believe but having sex with my whore of a mother and my sexy bitch of a sister didn't excite me in the way it did the first few dozen times that we partied together. A real dilemma with me at a worrisome crossword in my life, I didn't know how to recapture that sexual excitement and that lustful feeling. Oh my God, the first time that I saw my mother and my sister naked and the first time that I touched and felt their naked bodies was a dream come true. Then, even though they were both drunk but as horny as they were drunk, that first night that the three of us had sex together was better than I ever could have imagined. Now bored and disheartened and with nothing to look forward to sexually excite me after all of my sexual fantasies have been fulfilled, sex no longer holds the anticipated pleasure that it once held for me. Something impossible in most men's lives, I was only twenty-three-years-old and had realized all of my sexual fantasies. Unable to top having sex with my mother and sister, with nothing left to give me that sexual excitement and the erections that I once had, now what do I do with the rest of my life? It was then that I wondered, perhaps we're having too much sex. Perhaps that sexual lustful feeling would return if we took a break. Maybe it's time for us to have sex with another to see what we're missing. Only, what if one of us meets someone else and falls in love? What if one no longer wants to have sex with the other? What if this is the end of our incestuous union? Obviously being the testosterone filled stud that I modestly am, I needed more sexual stimulation than making love to my mother endlessly and fucking my sister senselessly. I needed more sexual stimulation than having my mother blow me and having my sister suck my cock. It wasn't enough for me to cum in both of their mouths and watch them swallow numerous times. I needed even more sexual stimulation than having a threesome with my mother and sister. Still not enough, I needed more sexual stimulation than seeing my mother and sister together naked in bed while I masturbated to the two of them making love. I needed that erotic emotion and sexual excitement that I felt before I had sex with my mother and sister. "What do I do now? A hard act to follow, how can I recapture that sexual lust filled excitement after experiencing my mother and sister in the way that no son and no brother should ever experience his mother and sister?" Yet, a dream come true for any incestuous man, especially one who was bored with incestuous sex between his mother and sister, how much more sexual stimulation can I possibly have after having incestuous sex with not only my mother but also with my sister? Where do I go from here? After lusting over two of the most beautiful women in my life for years, I couldn't understand why I wasn't sexually stimulated enough to be sexually satisfied after finally having my sexual fantasy of bedding my mother and sister come true? Yet, fortunately for me, there was a sexy rainbow on my incestuous horizon. Just when I started getting bored seeing my mother parade around the house in her sexy, sheer bathrobe with nothing underneath and just when I was no longer interested in seeing my sexy sister strutting around in her low cut bra and bikini panty, my mother received a call from her crazy sister. * * * * * "Kathy, what's wrong? No way! He did? He did not. You did? You did not. Shut up! Get out of here. Wow! Oh my God, you poor thing. You don't? He didn't? He did. I don't believe it. He's such a dirty bastard. God, he's such a dirty bastard. Oh, what a dirty bastard he is." Sounding so serious, I listened to my mother talking to her twin sister on the phone while wondering that had happened. Always so close, whether crying or laughing together, they shared every victory, every defeat, and every secret. Then, an answer to my prayers that would alleviate my boredom and return my cock to the hardness that it once was by renewed incestuous, sexual excitement, my mother said what I hoped she'd say and what I had wanted to hear." "Well, my door is always open to you and Diane. You are always welcome here. We're family. Until you can sort things out and find another place to stay, you two come stay with me for the summer. I can make room for you both somewhere temporarily, even if we all have to share the same bed," said my Mom. What? What did she just say? Share the same bed? Did my mother just invite my aunt and cousin to spend the summer with us? Did my Mom just say that she'd make room for my slutty aunt, Kathy, her whore of a sister, and my sexy, virginal cousin, Diane, her sexpot of a niece, even if we all must share the same bed? "No way. Are you kidding me? I don't believe it." Suddenly as if my cock was injected with illegal testosterone supplements, I was rock hard again. As if my cock was a seething volcano that had lay dormant for years, okay months, weeks perhaps, alright already, an hour and a half ago, I felt that unsatisfied lust that I once had before having sex with my mother and sister now ignite with lust for my aunt and cousin. An unrequited, incestuous stimulation that has since been satisfied after having sex with my mother and sister, I now felt again when pondering the thoughts of having sex with my aunt and my cousin. Just as I always wanted to have sex with my mother and sister, I've always lusted over my aunt and cousin. My aunt, my mother's identical twin sister, is just as hot as my mother. And my cousin, Diane, albeit a virgin, is even hotter than my sister. Perhaps because she smiles instead of scowls, so much nicer than my sister, my cousin isn't a bitch. Suddenly, I felt as if I needed to be committed to an insane asylum for having an overload of incestuous thoughts. Replacing the sexual fantasies of my mother and sister, my mind was filled with sexual fantasies of my aunt and cousin. What I thought was going to be a boring summer was going to be a sexually exciting summer. Conceivable, after having sex with my mother and sister, now with my aunt and cousin living with us for the summer, this could be my best summer ever. I had a surreal image of me sleeping naked in the middle of July and in the middle my Mom's big, king-sized bed with my naked aunt and naked cousin on one side of me and my naked mother and naked sister on the other side of me. In the way of a train whistle blaring through my mind in a cartoon, my head was ready to explode with incestuous lust for my aunt and cousin. Unbelievably, after beginning to become bored having sex with my mother and my sister, with the addition of my aunt and cousin in the mix, my sexual, summer life couldn't possibly get any better than that. In the way that my mother and sister have had lesbian sex, I wondered if my aunt and mother would have lesbian sex too. I wondered if my sister and cousin would have lesbian sex. A moving chain of incestuous sex, I wondered if my mother, aunt, sister, and cousin would have a foursome of hot lesbian sex. Suddenly, just when I thought I was lost and destined to have boring sex with my mother and sister for the rest of my life, I was renewed to have mad, crazy sex with my slutty aunt and possibly even my sexy, albeit virginal cousin. I couldn't believe what such a serendipitous surprise this was. Impossible to bed my aunt and possibly my cousin before with them living too far away, now with them living in the same house and sleeping in the same bed with me, all that I had to do was to roll over and stick my cock where a nephew or cousin should never dip his cock. The King of my Castle and now with my kingdom complete with my three willing subjects and possibly four willing subjects to fuck me and suck me, I was a happy man. "It's good to be the king. Long live the king. I so very happy." * * * * * Probably she did, being that they're identical twins and share everything, I wondered if my mother told her sister that we've been having sex since the first day of summer, Emma's birthday. If she did, I wondered if my aunt told my cousin that I've been having sex with her cousin, my sister. If my mother told them anything at all about our personal, sexual relationship, I wondered how they reacted to that bit of incestuous information. No doubt, knowing the whore my aunt is, not much different from her sister, only worse, she'd probably be jealous that I was boning my mother and not her. Perhaps my sexy cousin, if not aghast by hearing such incestuous information so close to home, would be curious what it would be like to have sex with me, her cousin or with anyone for that matter, being that she's an innocent virgin, the poor thing. The only fly in my incestuous ointment and the only one there who could ruin all of my anticipated fun with my aunt would be my cousin, of course. Difficult for her to understand that people have sex, it would be even more difficult for her to understand blood relatives wanting to have sex with one another. I suspect that the only time she's fallen to her knees is to pray. Even though she's drop dead gorgeous, she strikes me as a little prudish. Of course, I haven't seen her in a couple of years and people change. Notwithstanding her changing, she's not twisted like the rest of us. As if God is playing a joke on me by teasing me with my unapproachable and unattainable cousin, she's a good, kind, and religiously wholesome woman in a stripper's body with a model's face. Alas and unfortunately, my sexy cousin would never engage in incestuous sex, not in a million years. A throwback to another generation that dates back to the Victorian era of the 1890's, she's a lady. In the way that I've seen my mother on her knees, in the way that I've seen my sister on her knees, and in the way that I've imagined my aunt on her knees, I couldn't imagine my cousin on her knees with my cock in her mouth. My cousin sucking me would never happen. Now that I think of my cousin sucking cock, except for one occasion when she gave an emergency medical blowjob, I seriously doubt if she's willingly given anyone a sexual blowjob. Yet, even more than the unimaginable vision of my cousin blowing me and even more than the thought of what my mother may have told her sister about us having incestuous sex, if she said anything at all, I was dumbfounded by her phone call. My slut of an aunt and virgin cousin were spending the summer with us. Filled with every sexual image of me having sex with my aunt and perhaps even my having sex with my cousin during the long, hot summer, I couldn't remove from my mind what my mother said to my aunt. Aunt and Cousin's Summertime Visit "Well, my door is always open to you and Diane. You are always welcome here. We're family. Until you can sort things out and find another place to stay, you two come stay with me for the summer. I can make room for you both somewhere temporarily, even if we all have to share the same bed," said my Mom. 'Share the same bed? Share the same bed,' I thought to myself while visualizing the image of the five of us together in one bed. I couldn't remove the image of us sharing the same bed. 'Are you kidding me?' I can't count how many times I masturbated to the thoughts of sharing the same bed not only with my mother and sister but also with my aunt and cousin. Night and day, until they arrived, all that I could think about is the four of us in the same bed naked together. As if we were dirt poor Africans from Somalia or Indians from Bangladesh, all that I could think about is sleeping with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin. Too good to be true, in the way that I did with my mother and sister, I couldn't stop sexually fantasizing over my aunt and cousin naked. Naked, naked, naked, I couldn't wait to see my aunt naked. Naked, naked, naked, I couldn't wait to see my cousin naked. Naked, naked, naked, I couldn't wait for my aunt and cousin to see me naked. An incestuous, sexual life, one man with four, blood related, female relatives, mother, sister, aunt, and cousin sleeping in the same bed doesn't get any better than that. Just as I would have done anything to have sex with my mother, before having sex with my mother, if only for comparison sake between my mother and her twin sister, I'd do anything to have sex with my aunt. Naked, naked, naked, in the way that I've seen my mother, I'd love to see her sister, my aunt naked too. Naked, naked, naked, in the way that my mother has seen me naked, I'd love for my aunt to see me naked too. Just as I would have done anything to have sex with my sister, before having sex with my sister, I'd do anything to have sex with my virginal cousin. If only for comparison sake between my sister and my cousin, I'd do anything to see my cousin naked. Naked, naked, naked, in the way that I've seen my sister naked, I'd love to see my cousin naked too. Naked, naked, naked, in the way that my sister has seen me naked, I'd love for my cousin to see me naked too. I wondered how different it would be having sex with my aunt than with my mother. I wondered how different it would be having sex with my cousin than with my sister. Understandably just as my mother, my aunt, my sister, and my cousin are distinctly different people, I wondered how different or similar they'd all be when naked and in bed. As if looking at a prism from a different angle to unmask a kaleidoscope of different feelings and experiences, I couldn't wait to have a sexual relationship with my aunt and cousin. One on one, I wondered how different it would be to have sex with them alone. I wondered if they'd give me a lesbian show in the way that my mother and sister did. I wondered if they'd have a threesome before having a foursome or a five some. "Wow!" Only suspecting what my aunt may sexually do to my hard, young body, my cousin would never follow her mother in her unbridled sexual lust and incestuous passion for a blood relative. Nonetheless, my cousin's virginal morals, I'd still be happy just doing my aunt. Only, I'd have to be careful that my cousin didn't catch me doing her mother. How embarrassing would that be for her to walk in on us? No coming back from that, I didn't want to rock the incestuous boat by being too much of a pig and having my cousin know what an incestuous pervert that I am. Being the good person and religious woman that she is, she'd shine a spotlight of morals and guilt on all of us that would surely stop us in our tracks from having any more incestuous fun. Being that I'm happy living in a family of degenerates, just as I wondered what made me the way that I am, I wondered what happened in my cousin's life to make her the woman that she is. Nonetheless how different I am from her, I needed to respect the fact that my cousin was a virgin and wasn't like the rest of us. She was a lady and needed to be treated as such. "You're Royal Highness, may I present the King!" I could only imagine my cousin bowing down to me and falling to her knees to honor me. Only, where my mother, sister, and aunt could make use of kneepads, I knew that my cousin had pristine knees as well as a closed for business pussy and mouth. Surely a shame, a pity, and such a waste that someone so beautiful and someone who possessed such a hot body would refuse to use her God given gifts, hoping that my cousin would respect me, I still respected my cousin. Yet, so very sexually excited that I'd be, no doubt, having sex with my aunt, I couldn't stop myself from imagining different scenarios, especially those that included my cousin. How hot would that be for me to sleep naked with four, naked women in the same bed? How hot would that be to sleep naked with four, naked women who were related to be by blood? How hot would that be for the four of us to have mother and sister and aunt and cousin sex? How fucked up am I to want to have incestuous sex with all of my blood related, female relatives? Just as I've always imagined having sex with my mother and sister over and again, I could only imagine having sex with my aunt and cousin too. After opening Pandora's Box of forbidden sex with my mother and sister, an easy transgression to make from my mother and sister to my aunt and cousin, my incestuous lust was seemingly boundless. In the way that it took control of my thoughts before having sex with my mother and sister, incest took hold of me in the way that no other sexual excitement could or ever did when thinking about having sex with my aunt and cousin. Walking the path of the Devil for the sake of forbidden sex, when I die I'll be doomed to spend all of eternity in Hell with my chestnuts roasting in the fire while Nat King Cole sang, what else, "Chestnuts Roasting in the Fire." Yet, after having outrageous sex with my mother and sister, if I could have shameful sex with my aunt and cousin, in the horny state that I was now, burning in Hell while having to listen to Nat King Cole singing the same song forever may be worth it. Hmm, in the way that, no doubt, Joe Jackson, Michael Jackson's father, obviously had sex with his four daughters, Janet, La Toya, Rebbie, and Joh'Vonnie, I wondered if Nat King Cole ever had sex with his daughter, Natalie Cole. Even though Natalie isn't blood related, I'd do her, along with Venus and Serena Williams. No doubt, they'd kill me. They'd crush my skull between those big, muscular thighs but what a way to die. * * * * * My sister's age, twenty-one-years-old, yet even prettier and sexier than my sister, not an easy thing to be, Diane is my wicked hot cousin. Unbelievably, only when seeing them together, do I realize that my cousin is even hotter than my sister. When seeing them apart, one is as beautiful, sexy, and shapely as the other. Unfortunately, what God giveth, God taketh away. Tall, blonde, shapely, and beautiful, born with a stripper's body and a model's face, when it comes to intelligence, barely making it out of high school, if not for some admiring teachers who gave her an easy C, she's not the brightest star in the universe. In her analytical inability to understand even the simplest of comments and concepts, forget about basic math skills, she's more akin to Penny than she is to Amy Farrah Fowler on The Big Bang Theory. If ever there was a victim for men to take advantage of and fuck over, that's my cousin Diane. A trusting and believing soul who is so naively gullible, deeply religious, kind, good, and generous, Snow White with blonde hair, she'd fall for anyone's line. Here's an example of Diane's naiveté and dimwittedness. Last summer, out hiking in a secluded, wooded area outside of Boston with her dog, a man she had just met told her that he had been bitten by a rattlesnake and would die if she didn't suck out the poison. A rattlesnake? C'mon? Seriously? There aren't any rattlesnakes around here. And with as many healthcare facilities and hospitals in the greater Boston area as there are schools, colleges, and universities, he could have hobbled off to one of them for immediate and better medical care than having my cousin sucking out poison. Seriously, unless the snake was a pet, no one in their right mind would keep a rattlesnake as a pet. As far as I know, we don't have rattlesnakes in the immediate vicinity of Boston. Further, our only wild life, other than some big roaches, water rats, alley rats, and scads of pigeons and annoying squirrels, except for the occasional politician out and about shaking hands, I've never seen a poisonous snake on our city streets. His reason for needing my cousin to immediately suck out the rattlesnake poison only added to the ridiculousness of the story. How could she be so dumb? How could she fall for his obvious deception? It's a good thing that my cousin has me to protect her now from predators who prey upon dumb, beautiful, sexy blondes. To further add to the ridiculousness of his claim that he was bitten by a rattlesnake, guess where he was bitten? Oh, yeah, you guessed it. Unbelievably, the snake bit the man in of all places, right in the cock. What are the odds of that? What was he lying on the ground while taking a piss? Unless the man was taking a leak and had a cock the size of a cane, what are the odds of a rattlesnake biting someone on the cock, especially on the outskirts of Boston and far away from the desert? Oh my God, how could my cousin be so dumb to fall for that line? "Please Miss," he said asking my cousin for help. "If you don't help me, if you don't suck out the poison, I'll die," he said unzipping himself and pulling out his swollen prick as his only evidence that he had been bitten. Actually a good line to use on an unsuspecting dumb blonde, I wish I had thought of it but no woman that I know would fall for such a story. If it wasn't enough that this pervert was exposing himself to my cousin, he wanted my cousin to suck out the imaginary rattlesnake poison from his erect prick. No doubt having never seen a cock before except for seeing one in sex education class at school, on a statue at the Museum of Fine Arts, in a medical reference book, and in a Play Girl magazine that one of her friends left behind in her car, she was shocked. Diane looked from the man to his cock before looking back at the man and before staring at his cock. The good Christian woman and Good Samaritan that she is, not wanting the poor man to die, she immediately took quick medical action. "Okay, I'll do it," she said, no doubt thinking that it wasn't so much of a suck job but more of a preventative medical action that was needed to save a life. Something so very difficult to do with her mouth full of a cock, I can only imagine what a priest does to her mouth when asking her to fall to her knees to confess her sins. Anyway, the good person that she is, Diane fell to her knees and sucked and stroked the man's prick until she sucked out all of the imaginary poison, every last drop. Only instead of swallowing what she truly believed was rattlesnake venom but what was really cum, she spit his cum out on the ground. What's even more unbelievable, as if it's her badge of honor that she truly believes that she's saved someone's life, is that she tells everyone the story about how she saved the life of this poor, albeit sexually lucky man who had been bitten by a rattle snake in his cock. "Diane, Diane, Diane," I said shaking my head while talking to myself. "You are truly one of a kind." Dumber than Goldie Hawn in Laugh-in, dumber than beautiful, sexy Carol Wayne, the dumb blonde who routinely appeared on the Johnny Carson Show and who raised everyone's eyebrows by the dumb things that she said and did, Diane gave credence that blondes are dumb. Fortunately for me, seeing me as the big, protective brother she never had, my cousin Diane believes everything that I say. "Thank you Jesus. Sorry. Thank you Satan." Always wanting to pull the old bitten by a rattlesnake scenario on her, I don't think she'd fall for it a second time but knowing my cousin Diane, who knows? With me always there for her to make sure that no man makes her his sexy, sexual slave and his bad to the bone bitch, I'd risk her giving birth to a two headed baby to have incestuous sex with her. Simply irresistible, she's gorgeous. As much as I wanted to have hot sex with my mother and wild sex with my sister, it's always been my long time sexual fantasy to have crazy, mad sex with my aunt Kathy and wild, passionate sex with my cousin Diane. A sexual fantasy before, now that I'm having hot sex with my mother and my sister and now that my mother invited my aunt and my cousin to stay the summer and possibly sleep in the same bed, maybe I can have hot sex with my aunt and cousin too. If not having passionate sex with my Cousin Diane, maybe we can have such touchy feely sex that will preserve her virginity. Hopefully, at the very least, I'll at least have crazy, mad sex with her mother, my Aunt Kathy. "Wow!" * * * * * Once I started having incestuous sex with my mother and my sister, the three of us now sleep naked in the same bed. Before we had sex, being that we only have the two bedrooms, my Mom slept on the living room sofa. Because I contribute the most in support of them, she gave up her bedroom to me because of all the overtime I've been working. Now hoping that the five of us would all sleep in the same bed together, my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin, and I, where else was my mother going to put my aunt and cousin other than in the same bed? I was so sexually excited that my aunt and cousin were spending the summer with us that I forgot that we had a second bedroom. I forgot that we had a couch. Figuring that we'd all sleep naked together, all that I could think about was my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin all sleeping naked together with me. Naked, naked, naked, I couldn't wait to see my aunt and cousin naked. Naked, naked, naked, I couldn't wait for my aunt and cousin to see me naked. Naked, naked, naked, naked, I couldn't wait to sleep naked with my aunt and cousin. A sexual fantasy I hoped would come true, it wasn't difficult for me to imagine my mother, my aunt, my sister, and my cousin all sleeping naked in the same bed while I served them coffee and toast. Naked, naked, naked, naked, I couldn't wait to see them all together naked. "Good morning ladies. How did you all sleep?" I imagined saying to them while masturbating myself later over the sight of seeing four pairs of C cup tits, eight areolas, eight nipples, four asses, and four pussies. With a whore of a mother, a slut of a sister, a crazy aunt, and a sexy cousin, can incestuous sex get any better than that? Back on my game, I was no longer bored. Instead, I was sexually excited. I couldn't wait for my aunt and cousin to arrive. "Let the games begin. Wow." I should have known that it was too good to be true when my sexual fantasy was quickly crushed. Instead of the five of us sleeping naked together in the same bed as I had fantasized, I was told the sleeping arrangements the night that my aunt and cousin arrived. My mother, Jen, would sleep in my room with her sister, Kathy, and my cousin, Diane, would sleep with my sister, Emma, in her room. The odd man out, literally and figuratively, I was relegated to sleeping in the living room on the couch with the dog, a Rat terrier named Polo. Are you kidding me? Not fair. "It's just me and you buddy," I said rubbing the dog's head. A good dog but, pound for pound, a ferocious beast, a dog that would bite the hand that feeds him, fortunately for me, he perceives me as his pack leader. Polo is loyal only to me, that is, unless there are women around. A chip off the old block, a lap dog, a leg humper, and a face licker, I never saw a dog who loves women so much. So long as my mother, sister, aunt, and cousin aren't around giving him pets, rubs, and love, all I have to do is to put my hand down and wherever he is, he comes right over for me to rub his head, scratch his ear, and give him a doggie, body massage. It also helps if I'm holding a dog cookie in my hand. If you don't know anything about Rat terriers, let me inform you about the tenacious breed of dog that they are. Right up there with a Pit Bull, I was watching this dog show and they named all the things that each breed of dog does. When they came to the Jack Russell terrier and the Rat terrier they described them as natural born killers. The Rat terrier holds the record for killing the most rats. One Rat terrier was let loose in a barn on a farm in England and, within five hours, the dog had killed thirteen hundred rats. They take them by the neck and shake them. Of course he was bitten by rats in the process of killing them too but he was alive while all of those rats were dead. Being that the Rat terrier is the king of the house, the property laws of the Rat terrier is as follows. If I like it, it's mine. If it's in my mouth, it's mine. If I had it a little while ago, it's still mine. If I can take it from you, it's mine. If it just looks like it's mine, it's mine. If I saw it first, it's mine. If it's edible, it's mine. If I chew something up, all the pieces are still mine. If it's mine, it will never be yours. If I break it, it's yours. If I get tired of it, it's yours. If I want it back, it's mine. Actually not so bad sleeping on the couch with the overstuffed cushions, multitude of pillows, and the dog, the old sofa is fairly comfortable for something that we dug out of the trash and had reupholstered. Now the best piece of furniture in our little house, a real focal point, the living room sofa is the center of attention. We even bought drapes, a new carpet to color coordinate it, and a big screen TV with a TV stand. Instead just a dumping ground for clutter, for the first time our living room looks more like a living room. Everyone must walk by the couch to go to the kitchen and/or bathroom. When not sitting on the sofa, everyone eats their cereal and/or drinks their coffee from the chairs that are directly and intentionally positioned across from me. From my low vantage point when laying on the sofa, so long as their nighties are short enough, hiked up enough, and their knees are spread open wide enough, I'm given plenty of up nightgown flashes of panties and pussies. Even though I've seen my mother and my sister's panties and pussies dozens of times, seeing them again is a voyeuristic sight that I never tire of seeing. Then, being that I'm the incorrigible incestuous voyeur that I am, happily and fortunately for me, whenever they lean forward to eat their cereal, I'm given constant down nightgown views of their naked breasts. Tits, tits, tits, I just love naked tits in the morning as much as I love naked tits in the evening and naked tits in the afternoons for that matter. I just love naked tits, especially when those naked tits belong to my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin. Adding to my voyeuristic, incestuous excitement, my Aunt Kathy, the whore that she is, as if airing out her pussy, enjoys sitting with her feet up on the chair or on the ottoman. Obviously comfortable for her while flashing and teasing me, the view she gives me is so sexually exciting. Sitting directly across from me, as if I'm her personal gynecologist, she sits so close that I can nearly reach out my hand and finger her, she gives me a constant view up her nightgown while pretending that she's oblivious to my stares. Being that she never wears panties, unless she's wearing jeans, she gives me a commanding view of her pussy. From where I'm lying on the couch, I can practically count the pubic hairs of her blonde, trimmed pussy while she more focuses on eating her cereal than on my stares with me wishing that I could eat her pussy. Aunt and Cousin's Summertime Visit My morally modest Cousin Diane, on the other hand, has one of those hot bodies that even when she sits with her knees tightly pressed together, there is still a triangular opening above her shapely thighs that I can clearly see her panties or pussy when she's not wearing panties. If only she knew all that I could see of her, she'd be mortified. She'd be so embarrassed. If only she knew that I masturbate over all that I've seen of her, she'd think me the incestuous pervert that I am. If she knew all that I've already seen of her, relegated to wearing sweatpants whenever around me, she'd never wear another nightgown again. If I had a mind to and was sufficiently horny enough, which always I am, I could expose my cock to my aunt and cousin while pretending that I'm still sleeping and don't realize that I'm so exposed. Knowing what my aunt would do if she saw my cock dangling from my pajama bottoms, no doubt she'd stare, reach out and touch me, fondle me, or even stroke me. More the mystery is the reaction my cousin would have to seeing my exposed prick. I wondered what my cousin would do if she saw my cock sticking out of my pajama bottoms. Would she look? Would she stare? Or would she look away? The moral woman that she is, not so much as peeking at it after she noticed my accidental wardrobe faux pas, no doubt she'd pretend that I wasn't so exposed. A good plan, having fun sexually teasing them, I couldn't wait to begin my sizzling, sexy, steamy hot, incestuously sexual summer adventure with my four female relatives. While imagining the fun I'd have living, albeit temporarily during the summer, with four hot, blood related women, it was when I was covering the couch with a sheet that I found all sorts of sexy surprises that obviously belonged to my whore of a mother. I found her vibrator, Mr. Horny. The battery was dead, of course, from overuse, no doubt. I found her big, black dildo, Tyrone. Wishing I was a fly on the wall, I'd love to watch my mother take this monster in her pussy and/or in her mouth while she twirled naked around the pole that she still has in her bedroom, which is now my bedroom, that is, once my aunt vacates it. I found an unfinished pint bottle of gin, and a Playgirl magazine with certain pages dog eared of men who oddly resembled me. "Hmm..." After seeing the dog eared, Playgirl magazine photos that resembled me, I wondered if my mother had been out here on the couch masturbating over the sexy thoughts of having sex me, her son. Wow! Disturbingly weird but sexually exciting that she had dog eared pictures of men who resembled me at a time before we started having sex, if only I had known my Mom was out here masturbating herself while thinking of having sex with me, I would have set up a camera. Had I known what she was doing, rubbing her clit with a vibrator or fucking herself with her big, black dildo while thinking of me doing that to her, I would have loved to offer her a finger, a tongue, and/or a cock. Now that we're having sex, her obviously lusting over me was at the time before we were having sex. It was a time before I even knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. If only I had known then what I know now, I wasted a lot of cum masturbating in my hand and in a paper towel that my mother could have collected in her mouth and pussy. "Wow. Who knew? If only I knew then what I know now I would have been having sex with my mother years ago." Flattered by her incestuous lust for me, wouldn't that be something if she was sexually exciting herself and getting herself off while thinking of having sex with me in the way that I was getting myself off while thinking of having sex with her? Duh? I thought it was just men who incestuously lusted over women. I never figured women were incestuous sluts too. What are the odds that a mother would sexually want her son as much as a son sexually wants his mother? Yet with me sharing the same DNA as my mother, I guess the odds are pretty good. Only, now that we've been having sex, now that I know that my mother wanted me as much as I wanted her and as much as my sister wanted me too, with everything now out in the open, the sexual excitement between us is even more electric. "I love you Mommy!" "I love you Jack," said my mother. "I love you Emma!" "I love you Johnny." * * * * * A time just before we started having sex, in the way that I've been masturbating over her, little did I know that my Mom was masturbating over imagining having sex with my naked body. Typical for a son to incestuously lust over his mother but, in my mind, for a mother to incestuous lust over her son was even hotter. Maybe, while masturbating, instead of thinking of me, she was thinking of Trans Am Jack, her Prom date, who was my father and who disappeared or was killed in the war. Maybe she was hoping I'd walk in the living room unannounced or peep on her to catch her masturbating. Maybe she was waiting for me to make the first move. Never suspecting that I'd be the focal point of such incestuous, sexual attention, maybe my sister used to masturbate or still masturbates over me too. "Wow!" Definitely, with my aunt and cousin living with us in these cramped quarters, a kitchen, a living room, and two, small bedrooms with one, small bathroom, this living arrangement could make for a sizzling, sexy, steamy hot, incestuously sexual summer. Pretending this was our little, summer cottage hideaway, a bungalow instead of a small apartment, our primary and only living space, I couldn't wait to see my aunt and cousin walking around the house in their sexy, sheer nightgowns with nothing underneath. I couldn't wait to see my aunt and cousin sunbathing out back by the four foot pool that we installed last year. I'd love to hose down those two smoking hot broads while frolicking in the pool with them before putting suntan lotion on their nearly naked bodies. Being that none of the doors, other than the front and back doors have locks on them, I couldn't wait to catch them in their bedroom dressing or undressing. "Oops, sorry, my apologies. I didn't know you were in here dressing. Please forgive me for opening your bedroom door and catching you in your bra and panty, topless, or naked. Had I known you were getting dressed or undressed, I never would have barged in the way that I did without knocking. I'm so embarrassed and I promise that it will never happen again, that is, until later today or tomorrow," I imagined thinking and saying while continuing to engage them in conversation while ogling their sexy semi-naked or naked bodies longer, especially my cousin who was as dumb as a stump. Hoping to see one or the other or both of them naked, making my entrance somehow appear accidental, I couldn't wait to catch them in the bathroom taking a shower or luxuriating while taking a bubble bath. "Oops, sorry, I didn't know you were in here naked taking a shower or luxuriating while taking a bubble bath. I thought the door was closed to preserve the air conditioning," I imagined saying to my aunt or my cousin. "Please forgive me. I'm so embarrassed and I promise that it will never happen again, that is, until later today or tomorrow," I imagined thinking and saying and while covering my eyes with my splayed fingered hand. Just as I would when barging in their bedroom while they were changing their clothes, I imagined engaging them in conversation while ogling their naked bodies longer while they showered or bathe. Playing my game of voyeurism with their exhibitionism, maybe they'd engage me in conversation as their excuse to expose their naked bodies longer to me. Maybe they'd ask me to wash their back or towel them dry when they're done soaping up their hot bodies. Especially my aunt who has breasts as big as my Mom's breasts and my cousin who has a better body than even my hot sister's body, I'd love to see one or the other or both of them naked. Naked, naked, naked, in the way that I couldn't wait to see my mother and sister naked, I couldn't wait to see my aunt and/or cousin naked. I wondered how they'd react to me seeing them naked. Naked, naked, naked, in the way that I want to see my aunt and cousin naked, I can't wait for them to see me naked. I wondered how they'd react to seeing me naked. * * * * * A long, hot summer, especially with our puny, little air conditioners working around the clock to cool the place, there never seemed to be enough BTU's to make much of a difference. Perhaps because the women were so hot was the reason why our apartment was never as cool. Beginning from the first night of their arrival, things started quickly heating up between the four of us, especially with the addition of my aunt. My cousin, not seeing the flirting and/or the teasing was oblivious to what was going on between her mother and me. She was in her own world. How can my cousin who looks so hot and so sexy not be sexual? If only by the addition of my aunt, so long as we were discreet for my cousin not to know that we were having sex, I just knew that this summer was going to be the best summer of my life. Never shy about exposing myself, especially after my mother and sister have already seen my big prick dozens of times, my personal litmus test, I walked around in my boxer shorts with my ever present erection that physically foretold my lust for my female relatives. Tit for cock and a sexy sight to behold, my aunt walked around in her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgown. Not one to disappoint me, she was always flashing me something that I hoped to see and with a body as good as her twin sister's body, I was always looking. Taking a cue from my sister and from the first night they were here, with my sister freely walking around in her bra and panty, surprisingly and shockingly my cousin walked around in her panty and bra too. The first time seeing my cousin in her low cut bra and sheer bikini panty, I couldn't believe my eyes. A woman who wanted to be a Catholic Nun when she grew up, Saint Diane is what we used to call her, I couldn't believe my sexy cousin was already so exposed. Fuck me! Be still my hard-on. What was she thinking? Or was she too dumb to know that she was arousing me? Maybe being that she saw my sister walking around me like that, she figured it was okay for her to walk around me in her bra and panty. Obviously, she must not know that I'm having sex with my sister as well as my mother. Obviously, no one shared that important information with her and she's too dumb to notice. Whenever she was oblivious to my stares, which was most of the time, if I stared long and hard enough at my cousin's panties, I could see her blonde, trimmed patch of pussy hair when she stood and her ass crack through her nearly transparent panties when she leaned forward. If I stared long and hard enough, I could clearly see the impressions that her nipples made in her sexy, low cut bra. Because it was so hot in our small apartment, especially with five, hot people living there now, even with the overworked air conditioners blasting, I knew the appearance of her erect nipples wasn't because she was cold. Knowing that my Aunt Kathy was, I was hoping that my Cousin Diane was as sexually excited seeing my erection that tented my boxers as I was seeing her in her bra and panty. A big deal for my modest cousin to be walking around in her sexy underwear, able to imagine her naked, I was enjoying the sexy show. More than once, with my cock rubbing against my aunt's nightgown glad ass and my cousin's panty clad buttocks, I accidentally on purpose dry humped my aunt and my cousin while squeezing by them in our small kitchen or while trying to reach over them for something. I so wanted to pull my aunt's nightgown off and over her head to feel every part of her curvaceous body. In the way that Jack Nicholson did with Jessica Lange in the remake of the Post Man Rings Twice with John Garfield and Lana Turner, I so wanted to pull down my cousin's panties while bending her over the kitchen counter and fucking her right there. I so wanted to lift up her bra to grab their big tits while really pounding her pussy. Not one to miss a sexual opportunity, not shy about me touching her and feeling her, whenever I squeezed by my aunt in the kitchen, she'd just grind her ass against my boxer short clad cock. Knowing my cousin was embarrassed by me brushing my erection across her panty clad ass, I could feel her body tense whenever I did that to her. It felt so good to slide my cock across her panties. If felt so good to rub myself against her. I could only imagine what it must feel like to have sex with her. It took all the control that I had not to shock her by taking her in my arms and kissing her while touching and feeling her where no cousin should ever touch and feel his cousin. * * * * * As if it all happened yesterday, I'll never forget how quickly the sex with my aunt and then later with my cousin began. It was a hot Saturday night and, cooler outside with the breeze than inside, we were all sitting on the front porch talking, laughing, and drinking. My Mom, my aunt, my sister, and my cousin were still out there talking and laughing while I was inside making another round of drinks when my aunt walked in the kitchen. Even more sexually aggressive when she had been drinking, I knew she was trouble as soon as she walked through the porch door. "Make mine a double," she said. "I want to get drunk tonight," she said throwing her arms in the air and dancing in front of me as if she was a stripper at a party. "A double coming right up," I said grabbing for the bottle of bourbon. "Actually Johnny, I'm horny," she said staring at me while provocatively dancing. "Not only do I want to get drunk tonight but also I want to get laid tonight," she said rubbing her nightgown clad body against my boxer shorts. She wrapped herself around me as if she was on stage and I was her pole. If I didn't have an erection before, I had one now. "Aunt Kathy, they can see us. They can hear us," I said looking over her shoulder to see if there was anyone there looking. "Do you want to fuck me?" She stuck out her tongue to lick my face. "I bet you'd love to fuck your sexy aunt," she said gyrating her hips into me as if we were already fucking while I stopped what I was doing to rest my hands on her hips. I so wanted to reach down and grab her ass. Even though she just propositioned me, even though I've been having sex with her sister and her niece, with my cousin on the front porch, I was afraid she'd see or hear us having sex. I didn't want my cousin to know what an incestuous pervert I was. Immediately I had an even harder erection with the thoughts of fucking my aunt. A real hottie, as hot as my mother, I so wanted to have sex with my aunt. What made our incestuous exchange even more salacious is that my aunt was not just open to my sexual advances but also aggressively forward in her own determined way in trying to seduce me. Lowering my hands from her hips to her ass, she offered no resistance to me feeling and squeezing her firm, round butt through her sheer, thin nightgown. Then raising my hands from her buttocks to her breasts, right there in the kitchen, she allowed me to grope her big breasts and finger her erect, hard nipples. Naked, naked, naked, I couldn't wait to get my aunt naked but not here in the kitchen. With my cousin always there in the background, the wet blanket that she is, seemingly she was always there listening and watching. My Aunt Kathy stood in the light dancing to an imagined music. In the way that she slowly moved and gently swayed, I could clearly see through her nightgown as if she was naked and she was naked beneath just that thin cotton material. Turning my erection away from her while trying to make the drinks, I stopped what I was doing again to watch her dancing before reaching out to put an arm around her slender waist again to pull her to me. I couldn't help myself from holding her, touching her, and feeling her. As if we were dancing to music, we slow danced while she grinded against me and I humped her. Actually, with my aunt grinding me and with me dry humping her, our dancing felt more like fucking. Another one of my sexual fantasies come true, I felt as if we were having sex right there in the kitchen. I so wanted to French kiss her but not here and not now. Not wanting my cousin to see me kissing her mother, I needed to keep my composure. I needed to get her alone. Perhaps later, when everyone is sleeping, she'll come out to the living room and we can have some sexy fun. With my hand poised at the top of her sweet ass, I so wanted to reach down and cup her ass cheeks. Forgetting about caution and forgetting about my cousin, it was then that I kissed my aunt. No surprise, she didn't shock me when she surrendered her tongue. I was French kissing my Aunt Kathy. Different than kissing my mother, she seemed hungrier for my lips. Nonetheless, my aggressiveness and her forwardness, something so sexually exciting, as sexually exciting as the first time that I French kissed my mother and my sister, I couldn't believe that I was French kissing my aunt, my mother's twin sister. If French kissing my aunt was this hot, I couldn't wait to fuck her. If French kissing my aunt was this hot, I couldn't wait to French kiss and fuck my cousin. Like mother like daughter, her daughter was even hotter than she was. As if that would ever happen, the chance of my cousin French kissing me was slim to none. No doubt, she'd slap my face and knee me in the balls if I tried. I'd have to get her drunk for me to do anything to her. At the very least, I'd so love to feel her hot body. Maybe once returning to making the drinks, I should make her daughter a double too. I imagined both mother and daughter coming out to the living room later that night to give me sex while my mother and sister slept. "You feel just like your sister," I said reaching down to grab a handful of my aunt's ass while reaching up with my other hand to feel her ample breast in my hand and finger her nipple through her nightgown. "My sister warned me about you," she said reaching her hand down to feel my cock through my boxer shorts before sticking her hand inside. Not wasting any time, in the way that my sister did the first time she French kissed me, I couldn't believe my aunt had her hand wrapped around my cock. "What did my mother warn you about me?" Playing it cool, I played her game of seduction. "You're such a dirty bird having sex with your mother and with your sister," she said. "Shame on you but I love it. You make me wish that I had a son that I could fuck and suck while he licked me too," she said whispering in my ear. "You make me wish that I was your son, Aunt Kathy." "How would you like to have sex with me? Would you like that?" She stuck her tongue in my ear and twirled it around. "Would you like to strip your aunt naked and pound her pussy after fucking her mouth with your big, hard cock?" As if punctuating her words with big, hard cock, she squeezed my cock with her enunciation of every word. As soon as she wrapped her fingers around me, she pulled out my cock and started stroking me while looking down to stare at my prick. Leering at my cock in the way that I've leered at my aunt and cousin, my aunt was giving me a slow, firm hand job. As exciting as it was for my aunt to see my cock, it was even more exciting for my aunt to feel and squeeze my cock. Running her fingers over the head of my prick while cupping my balls with her other hand, I couldn't believe my aunt was giving me a slow hand job. Taking her hand job as my invitation to have my wicked way with her, my hands were all over her body. In the way that I reached beneath my mother's short skirt to cup her pussy when she returned home drunk and horny from the CFNM club, I reached beneath my aunt's nightgown and cupped her trimmed, blonde pussy in my hand. Then, hoping that no one would walk through the porch door and see what we were doing, I reached my other hand down her nightgown to feel, fondle, and caress her big tits, while fingering her hard nipples, first one and then the other. Aunt and Cousin's Summertime Visit "Don't stop. That feels good," I said looking down at her hand moving back and forward while tightly gripping my stiff prick. "I like what you're doing too," she said looking down to watch me touch her, feel her, fondle her, and caress her tits. Done with foreplay and wasting no more time with that, she stopped stroking my prick to stand on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. "I'd love to suck your cock Johnny. Would you like me to suck you? You can even cum in my mouth. I don't mind. I swallow," she said with a dirty laugh. Fuck me. My aunt wants to blow me right here in the kitchen. My aunt wants me to cum in her mouth. What a summer? What an unbelievable summer? "Yes," I said while visualizing receiving a blowjob from my aunt and cumming in her mouth. I couldn't believe it when my aunt Kathy dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Not even taking the time to stare at me or stroke me, she just gobbled my stiff prick. My aunt was blowing me. I couldn't believe my aunt was blowing me. A long time sexual fantasy, I immediately put a hand to the back of her head and humped her mouth while fucking her face. "Blow me auntie. Suck my cock." "Being that I have your stiff prick in my mouth," she said removing my prick from her mouth to speak while laughing, "call me Kathy." "Suck Kathy. Suck my cock. I can't wait to cum in your mouth." "And I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth John," she said stroking me faster while sucking me deeper. * * * * * Only, too soon in her blowjob to be interrupted, as soon as she started sucking me, really started sucking me while stroking me, my cousin Diane walked in the kitchen. I was too engrossed in my aunt's blowjob to hear my cousin or to see her standing there until it was too late. My cousin just stared at her mother on her knees with my prick in her mouth. Pulling myself away from my aunt and covering my cock with my hand, I didn't think I'd be embarrassed with my cousin seeing my prick but I was. Maybe if my prick hadn't been in her mother's mouth, I wouldn't have been as embarrassed as I was. Maybe if my cousin wasn't such a goody-two-shoes, I wouldn't have been as mortified as I was. Such an awkward moment, my innocent cousin not only made me feel so guilty but, as if holding up her moral mirror to me, she made me feel like the incestuous pervert that I had become. Had my aunt not been drinking and had I not been so lecherously horny, we both would have been more discreet. What was I thinking? No doubt, thinking with my cock instead of with my head, I can't believe I allowed my aunt to blow me right there in the kitchen. I can't believe her daughter, my cousin, caught her mother, my aunt, giving me oral sex. We should have been more discreet. At the very least, we should have moved from the kitchen to the bathroom or to the bedroom for more privacy. But we were both a little too drunk to think clearly enough to curb our incestuous passion for one another. Embarrassed that my cousin caught her mother giving me a blowjob and that my cousin caught me with my stiff prick in her mother's mouth, it was one of those moments when I didn't know what to say or what to do. What could I possibly say in defense of my perverse sexual actions with my blood related, female relative? There was nothing that I could possibly say to assuage my moral, virginal cousin's opinion of me. No matter what excuse I made, even if I said that I tripped and accidentally impaled her mother's mouth with my prick, she'd never believe me. Even if she did believe me, which she just might, she'd never understand. What could I do? Hoping that she'd understand and forgive me one day, there was nothing to do other than to apologize. I felt like such a pervert. I felt like such a lecher. This was my cousin who I grew up with, went to school with, and played with while watching endless hours of television together. How dare I do that to her? How dare I ruin her opinion of me? How dare I destroy our loving relationship for sex? In the way that she was looking at me, I dare say that I felt worse than she did that she caught me with my prick in her mother's mouth. Instead of feeling sexually excited that my cousin saw my cock, I felt mortified and humiliated, feelings that I'm not used to having, especially while having sex with a female relative. Perhaps because my cousin was so morally innocent, I suddenly felt like the pervert that I am. It's one thing to demonstrate my perverse behavior when it's shared and/or reciprocated but it's quite another thing when having incestuous sex in front of someone who would never stoop so low to have incestuous sex with her male, blood related relatives. Even though deep down I was sexually excited that my cousin saw my swollen cock and would, no doubt, masturbate for years over Diane having seen my prick, I still felt like such an incestuous cad in taking sexually advantage of her drunken mother. Truth be told, her drunken mother was taking sexual advantage of me in the way that Mrs. Robinson took advantage of Benjamin in The Graduate. Truth be told my sexy, whore of an aunt was as much to blame as I was. Yet, with the jury in and the verdict about to be read, I didn't have to wonder very long as to how my cousin would react to seeing her mother blowing me and to seeing my exposed prick. A bit premature in my plans to seduce my sexy cousin along with her whore of her mother, I knew my cousin would be more of a challenge bedding than was my mother, my sister, or my aunt. Still, I felt like such a pervert having my cousin catch me receiving a blowjob from her mother. How could I be so stupid? Now I'll never have sex with my cousin. Her catching me having sex with her mother will ruin everything. * * * * * My cousin was so beautiful, even more beautiful than my sister. My cousin was so sexy, even sexier than my sister. Where my sister was an evil bitch, my cousin was so loving, nice, and kind. Even though she was a dumb woman, a good woman who would help a stranger in need, even if she had to suck snake venom from a stranger's cock, she was a morally a saint of a religious woman. Now with everything ruined by my uncontrollable, incestuous lust for my aunt, I didn't know what to say or do to console my poor cousin. The shocked look of disappointment on my sweet, dear cousin's face is something that I'll never forget and will remember for the rest of my life, that is, while masturbating over her seeing my stiff prick, of course. With my stiff cock still sticking straight out from my pants and my hand barely covering my prick, undaunted, my aunt stared up at her daughter. Fortunately saving the day by thinking faster than I did, my aunt took control of the situation by uttering just two, one syllable words. "Snake bite," said my aunt standing to address her daughter. "Snake bite?" My cousin looked from her mother to look at me. "Your cousin John was bitten by a rattlesnake that slithered out as you came in," she said. Instantly Dian's look changed from shocked anger to kind helpfulness. "Let me," said my cousin. "I'm experienced with snake bites," she said nodding her blonde, pretty head as if she needed that extra motion to give more affirmation to what she just said. "Out of the way mother. Give me some room," as if she was a nurse taking charge in an emergency room while waiting for her mother to move out of the way so that she could kneel down in front of me. My sexual fantasy come true, just as I couldn't believe it when my aunt Kathy fell to her knees and started sucking my cock, I couldn't believe it when my cousin Diane dropped to her knees, took my still stiff prick in her hand, and started sucking my cock while stroking my cock. 'Thank you Jesus or more appropriately, thank you Satan,' I thought to myself. Quick to join the party, my mother and sister walked in the kitchen to watch my cousin blowing me, I mean, of course, sucking out the snake venom from my cock. "Snake bite," said my aunt to my mother with a wink. "Snake bite," said my mother to my sister with a wink. "Snake bite," said my cousin removing my cock from her mouth to speak to my mother and sister while looking up at them. "Don't worry. I'm good at sucking. I'll suck the poison right out of him," she said. "She's done it before," said my aunt with a wink. "She's good sucking, I mean, at treating snake bites." Then, my cousin looked up at me with her big, blue eyes, removed my cock from her mouth to speak, and said what no woman has ever said to me when my cock was buried in their mouth. Coincidentally, she said the exact same words that I imagined Sister Mary Katherine would say to me when sucking my cock in my sexual fantasies about her. "Don't worry Cousin Johnny I'll save you but it would help, if you put a heavy hand to the back of my head to steady me so that I don't fall off my knees in sucking out the poison from you." 'Thank you Jesus or Satan, whoever was responsible for my cousin sucking me and asking me to put a heavy hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head,' I thought to myself. Always ready to help my cousin whenever I can, it was my pleasure, literally and figuratively, for me to put a heavy hand to the back of Diane's head and push her forward to allow her to take my cock deeper in her mouth. A skilled poisonous snake sucker, she stroked me faster as she sucked me harder while sucking me deeper. Maybe because this was my virginal cousin, maybe because she thought she was saving my life instead of blowing me but better than even the blowjob that I receive from my mother, my sister, and my aunt, my Cousin Diane was giving me the best damn blowjob of my life. "Suck my cock. Diane. Suck it. Blow me cousin," I said putting a heavy hand behind her head and humping her mouth while fucking her face. "Suck out the poison. I don't want to die." * * * * * Being the Devil that I am, there was simply no way that I wanted my cousin to spit out my cum. If this was my only chance to cum in my cousin's mouth and watch her swallow, I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth. Within seconds, with her stroking me still faster and sucking me harder, waiting for it and holding it back until I could feel cum welling up from the bottom of my balls, I unloaded a volume of cum in her mouth. Holding her there in place with two hands while she struggled to move her head away from my grasp, I watched her gulp and swallow my cum down her throat. Finally, after shooting a second load of cum in her mouth and down her throat, I let her go. "Oh my God! Gross. I've been poisoned. Mom! Help me! Johnny wouldn't let go of me. He ejaculated the snake venom in my mouth and I swallowed it all," said my cousin Diane. "I'm going to die!" "Hurry, there's only one thing to do," said my aunt. "Carry your cousin over to the couch Johnny. We'll all have to take turns sucking the venom out of her." The first time seeing Diane naked, not quite sure why my mother needed to remove her bra for us to suck out the poison but my mother immediately removed my cousin's bra and panties. Then, as if she was an EMT in an ambulance or a nurse in an emergency ward, my mother spread her niece's legs and knelt between them and started licking and sucking her while fingering her. Then, it was my sister's turn to lick, suck, and finger her hot cousin. Next my Aunt Kathy moved between her daughter's legs and did all that she could to remove the poison by licking, sucking, and fingering her daughter's poisoned pussy. Finally, it was my turn. Once sufficiently licked, sucked, and fingered, making sure that no other errant poison got inside of her, as a medical precaution and the least that I could do to help save my poor cousin after forcing her to swallow, I plugged her hole with my cock. I was fucking my cousin, I mean administering much needed medical help to save her life. Pounding her pussy, a virgin no more, when she finally had an orgasm, she wrapped her arms around my neck and French kissed me. "Thank you for saving my life Johnny," she said. "You're welcome," I said smiling before saying the good part. "We're not out of the woods yet Diane. To make sure that the snake venom is all gone and doesn't infect the related tissue that will surely paralyze you before killing you, we must repeat this process two times a day for the next three weeks." "Okay," said my cousin Diane nodding her blonde, pretty head while smiling. For the next three weeks, my mother ate her niece, my sister ate her cousin, my aunt ate her daughter, and I fucked my cousin senseless. In between, my cousin, the snake poison expert that she had become, as a precautionary measure to make sure that I was no longer infected and no longer in danger, continued sucking my cock on a daily basis to make sure that she removed all of the snake venom. The odd thing, especially when living in Boston, a place not known for having snakes, especially rattlesnakes, it was strangely coincidental how many times I was bitten by a snake that summer. Fortunately for us, now rattlesnake poison experts, we were a family of lickers and suckers. THE END Aunt and I Share Summer of '69 It was the summer of 1969, and I had just turned 18. My parents had decided suddenly and unexpectedly to move to Philadelphia to join my Dad's brother, uncle Bob, in his new business venture. He promised that we would get rich and my father, always a sucker for a get-rich scheme, followed. All around me where strange long hair men and women, in ragged clothes, sandals, bandanas and carrying guitars. They always seemed to be thumbing for a ride, and yet not being in any hurry to get where they were going. I remember thinking that they seemed odd and old, but looking back at that summer long time ago, I realize that they were about my age or perhaps a few years older. It was the summer of love, except I did not know it. My uncle, whom I thought of as old at the time, was only 29 years-old that summer and was married to his third wife, a woman I called aunt Marie. Although I thought of aunt Marie as old too, I later came to realize that she was only 23 at the time, and barely five years older than me. Aunt Marie was a stunning and fun loving red-head with big tits, wide hips and hazel eyes. She was petite, only 5' 2' and about 105 pounds, with creamy smooth skin. She seemed wild, by our family's sheltered Catholic standards. She wore a bandana on her head most of the time, tight jeans with rips at the knees and seemed to always be putting two fingers up in the air, in what I stupidly thought was a victory sign. Now I know that being only 25 she was part of the hippie movement of the 60's. It was a large house my uncle lived in. The kind of house that has "wings" for different members of the family. Since we had just moved, we were staying with my uncle and aunt Marie until we found a house of our own. It never occurred to me until a few years later that my uncle, being well off, could've afford to have a house ready for us when we arrived. But that's another story. My uncle and Dad were always out, developing their new venture, (and I am sure other things as well. It was common knowledge to the entire family back then that the both of them had plenty of women around) mom found work at the telephone company and I, being summer, laid around the house, watching TV and enjoying the many amenities the house had to offer. One day a was laying by the pool, chilling and drinking my uncle's beer, when I had to go inside the house to relieve myself. I could have used the bathroom closer to the pool, but I was nosey and decided to use the master bathroom, which was closer to my uncle's bedroom. While I was relieving myself I thought I heard noises coming from that side of the house. Thinking I was alone in the house I went to investigate. The noises seemed to be coming from my uncle's room and as I got closer, I could tell that the sounds were definitely coming from his room. I was a virgin in the summer of '69, but I had made out with enough girls to recognize the sounds as the moans and groans from a woman having a good time. Thinking that I would catch my uncle getting an afternoon piece of ass, I peeked around the corner to see what I could see. Laying in bed, totally naked with a plantain sticking out of her red-hair covered pussy was my aunt Marie. She was shoving the plantain in and out of her pussy with one hand, while pinching her nipples with the other. I stood there transfixed, in my swim trunks with an 18-year-old hard-on. I had never seen a grown woman naked before. Up-to-that point in my life I had only managed to get the usual stinky-finger and the occasional peek at the young girl pussy through the elastic of their panties. Being young and impetuous I pulled my dick through the leg of my swimming trunks and began jacking-off. From my vantage point I had a clear view of my first grown pussy and it belonged to my 25 year old aunt who was furiously fucking herself with a huge vegetable. Being young and inexperienced, it wasn't long before I shot a load all over the marble floor, letting out an involuntary groan in the process. I looked into the room and realized that my aunt Marie was looking at me from her bed. She had an intense look in her eyes and I thought I was dead. For sure she would yell at me and then tell my uncle and father when they got home. But she just lay there with the plantain half-way in her pussy, just looking at me. "Are you having fun spying on me?" she asked, seemingly angry. "I'm sorry" I managed to mumble while frantically trying to hide my dick from her view. "Come here" she ordered and I thought I was in for it. I was so nervous and afraid that it didn't occur to me to think that while she seemed angry, she had not covered herself, taken the plantain out of her pussy, or acted in the way I expected her to. I walked over to her and stood by her bed waiting for the tongue lashing I was sure was coming. "Is not polite to spy on people, you know" she said sternly. "I know. I'm sorry aunt Marie. I just thought that somebody was in the house, I didn't mean to see..." I tried to explain. "Okay, I believe you. I won't tell on you if you do me a favor" she said. I was so afraid at this point that I said, "Sure aunt Marie, anything" She then took my hand and placed it on her nipples and told me to pinch them slightly. Being nervous and over eager I pinched too hard making her wince in pain. "No, not that hard. Like this" she said as she showed me how to caress and pinch her nipple the way she liked it. After a while she went back to fucking herself with the plantain as she had before. I was so close that I could smell her pussy in the room and hear the noises the plantain made as she plunged it in and out of her red, swollen pussy. "Ahhh" she whispered as she quickened the pace of her fucking. "Ohhhh, that feels good" she moaned. Suddenly she began to shake and buck like a Bronco. Her chest became red right above her huge tits and she shoved the plantain all the way into her pussy. "Ohhhh shit, I'm cummmminnnnnn!" she screamed as clear liquid gushed out of her pussy. She was breathing really heavily and her breath was troubled. For a moment I thought she was in some kind of medical stress, but she finally recovered. After she had gained her composure she looked up at me and noticed the huge hard-on bulging inside my trunks. "Would you like me to take care of that?" she asked. I couldn't speak, I just swallowed hard as she reached for the waist band of my trunks, pulled my dick out and slowly smeared my pre-cum all over the head of my 7" cock. She then stuck out her tongue and licked the head. I thought I would cum right then and there. My only experience with girls had been the typical make out session in the back seat of my car where you were lucky to grab some tit, finger fuck them 'til they came and then left you high and dry. If you were really lucky, you might get was a hand-job and never, ever, would they allow you to put it in their mouth. My aunt was a pro. She sucked the head of my cock gently, moving up and down the shaft from time to time. She seemed to know when I was ready to explode because every time I thought I would cum, she took her mouth of the head of my cock and lick the sides. "Do you like that?" she asked. "Uh huh" I moaned. She then stopped, pulled my trunks all the way down and told me to lay down in bed next to her. Once in bed and totally naked, she continued to suck my cock, except that now, she was rubbing her long fingernails around my thighs, around my scrotum and around my ass. I tensed up a little, not having experienced anything near my ass before, but soon it began to feel good. I relaxed and began to really enjoy the experience. "Mmmm, stick your fingers in my pussy" she begged as she turned around and placed her soaked pussy closer to my hand. Now this is something I knew a little about so I slowly stuck two fingers in her wet pussy. I remember thinking how loose and wet it was compared to the girls my age I had messed around with in high school. She moaned loudly and began to suck my cock really hard. Next she did something that I have never known before, not only was I getting my first true blowjob, but aunt Marie stuck my whole dick in her mouth and down her throat. It felt so damn good that I came right then and there. I thought she would gag and spit and be pissed, but she sucked even harder and swallowed every drop. I couldn't believe it! Aunt Marie swallowed my load without so much as a hiccup. After a while she let go of my cock with an audible flop and ran her fingers through her lips like someone who had just had a good piece of BBQ ribs. "Have you ever eaten pussy?" she asked. "No, not really" I fumbled with the words "Want to learn?" she asked, "Yeah" I replied sarcastically. She leaned back and opened her legs. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She patiently showed me her clit, pulling back the sheath and showing me the cute, small button-like organ. She then opened her red, swollen lips and showed me the inside of her pussy, still filled with the white, creamy fluid of her cum. She inserted a finger inside her pussy and gently brought it to my nose, showing me the musty and wonderful scent of an aroused woman. She then put the finger in my mouth and told me to lick it so that I could taste a pussy for the first time. She taught me how to rub her clit, play with her pussy lips and how to gently insert my fingers into her gently to let her get wet. Then she taught me how to lick, where and how long to suck, or nibble. When to stick my tongue in her pussy to keep her from cumin too fast and to make sure I licked her pussy juice. It was all very tentative at first, but with her tutelage and my eagerness she soon was writhing in pleasure and producing more pussy juice that I could possibly swallow. From that very day I became addicted to eating pussy. I can still remember the bitter-sweet taste of her juice, and the vinaigrette-like smell of her pussy. It seemed like a very short time then, but thinking back to that day, I must have eaten her for about 30 minutes before she came in torrents. Without missing a beat, though, she pulled me toward her and shoved my cock in her pussy. The smooth, hot velvet inside of her pussy gripped by cock like a warm glove. Instinctually, I pumped her pussy fast and furious, which she didn't seem to mind. I think that after all that had happened that afternoon, she was as anxious as I was to get off. It wasn't long before I came inside of her moist and hot cunt, but I kept going, not wanting the afternoon to end. "Wait, I want to show you something" she said as she pushed me off her and turned around with her ass in the air. "I want you to do me doggie-style" and with that she grabbed by cock and push it inside of her again. I was in heaven. Not only was I loosing my virginity to a gorgeous, horny, experienced woman, but for the first time I could see my 7' cock going in an out of her pussy. It was like watching the best porn ever! I was fucking her hard, I was fucking her slow. Having cum once already I had plenty of energy and could last longer. Sweat was pouring from the both of us. Her pussy was making weird slopping noises as my cum, mixed with her own juice, created a vacuum whenever I shoved my cock in her. "Here" she said as she grabbed my left hand and placed on her ass. "I want you to play with my asshole while you fuck me" She then took my finger and slipped it in her asshole and told me to fuck her. I did as told and before I knew it, the kinkiness of the whole situation got to me and in a moment I was cumin again. This time I moaned as I came and she yelled that she was cumin too. Even at 18 I was beginning to grow soft after the third cum that afternoon, but she soon did something that had me hard again in no time flat. She took my cum and pussy-juice covered cock and took it in her mouth. I had never had this done before and soon I was hard again. She took my cock out of her mouth and with a smile she said, "Good, now I can teach you something else" with a glint in her eye. She once again knelt on the bed with her ass in the air, but this time she guided my cock in her ass! What a feeling! As good as my first pussy was, and trust me, I was a lucky boy to have this happen to me, the heat and tightness of her ass was something I did not expect or could have ever imagined. It as so tight it actually hurt a little, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I fucker aunt Marie like my life depended on making he cum. Having cum three time already I really needed some time to recover so her ass got a pretty good beating which she didn't seem to mind. She came three or four times before I unleashed a torrent of cum into her tight and hot ass. We both collapsed exhausted in bed, breathing hard and covered in sweat. I looked at her and all I could come up with was, "Thanks aunt Marie, thank", "No sweat man. There's so much more I want to teach you, but let this be our little secret okay" she said. Yeah, like I was going to go blabbing it to everyone. Anyway, there were many more intimate moments between aunt Marie and I that summer and for the two years we lived in Philly. Unfortunately, Aunt Marie and uncle Bob divorced, we moved back home and the whole thing ended and life continued as it should. But as I write this some 36 years later, I realize how lucky I was to have lost my virginity to a groovy, sexually liberated Aunt in the summer of love. Aunt and Nephew Prelude.............. I now relate that part of my life where from everything suddenly changed and my guardians thought that they should keep me up to date on physical matters, on girls,likes, dislikes, everything between man and woman. I start from the day when my aunt Preetha and her husband ventured in to teach me on the various ways a man and women should be. I had lost my parents at a very young age and was looked after my aunt Preetha and her husband Shankar. When I was little boy, Preetha or Shankar would strip me down and take me with them into the shower. I got cleaned and played in the water. As I got older we still showered together, saw each other naked, and left the bathroom door open most of the time. I had grown up seeing Preetha and Shankar naked without shame or discomfort, because it was the way we lived up there in a remote village,with acres of land for ourselves and nobody else around. I was 5 and they were around 22 and 26 at that time when when I came into their life, and now after 14 long years I have just turned 19. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' "Mohan, stand here in front of me, please." said Preetha. "Now kiss me." I had kissed Preetha a thousand times over the years, on the cheek, and a few times on the mouth. But this was different. She wanted me to kiss her like Shankar, her husband kissed her. As I took her face in my hands, "Don't hurry. When your lips touch, be soft and gentle. You aren't holding my face, you are caressing it. Let your hands be so gentle, when you need a breath back away just enough and the move your nose to the other side of my nose and kiss me again." After ten or twenty kisses Preetha said, "Enough!" I dropped my hands and pulled back. Had I done something wrong? I got worried. "Mohan, while we were kissing what were you thinking about?" "Kissing you,?" "Were you thinking about doing it right?" "Yes. I want to be good at it." "This may be the toughest part of this lesson. You think about all that when you aren't kissing. You think about everything you ever learn about kissing before you kiss me. When you kiss me you stop thinking and just kiss me." "Is kissing is like that meditation stuff the Buddhists do?" I asked. "In a way, yes. If you can kiss me without thinking about techniques, you will kiss me as an expression of why you are kissing me. I will feel the authenticity of that, stronger than any technique." "Why am I kissing you?" "Because it is a powerful way for people to tell each other that they love each other, that they care for each other and they want to share life with them." "May I kiss you again, please?" I asked. The answer was an unspoken yes. I held Preetha's face and looked into her eyes. I don't think I had ever looked into her eyes as I did right then. Slowly we came together and I was aware of the warmth of her lips and the breath passing between us. I thought about how much I loved her. I disappeared. I came back when the kiss ended. I cannot tell you anything about that kiss except her reaction to it. When the kiss ended she pulled back just a little, keeping her arms around me. "Sweet heart, I have been kissed by your soul. Shankar, I am dripping. ." "Preetha, what does that mean?" "Mohan, when a woman is being kissed, as an expression of love her body reacts. It reacts by lubricating her vagina. That is her body's way of getting ready for coitus." "Coitus is when a man puts his penis into a woman's vagina." "Yes. When a man is ready he has an erection. When I am ready I lubricate." "Then I think our bodies are ready." They laughed. I laughed too but wasn't quite sure what was funny. Preetha told me that it was the lesson for the day. And that I should not it practice on any of the girls in town, yet, she said that I could practice with her anytime I wanted but until then I had at least four more lessons. I was not to kiss any of the girls that lived or visited our county. I promised. Days went by and then came the day when I would get my second class, when she called me to her bed room asked me to sit besides her on her bed, pulled me towards her and lapped on my lips. Many kisses later Preetha reached down and wrapped her hand around my erection. Thousands of times she had held and touched and washed my penis since I was a baby. She had never held my erection like this. "I'm going to teach you another way people kiss. Is that OK with you?" "Yes!" The blankets flew back as Preetha tossed them to the floor of my room. She moved so that her head was near my erection. She moved closer still and touched her lips to the head of my boner. She kissed the head over and over and it felt incredible! Her lips opened and she sucked me in! The feeling was unbelievable! I felt the cum rise like when I masturbated but stronger. I didn't know what to do with my hands and ended up holding her head as I filled her mouth with my load. Somehow she swallowed every drop. She let me drop from her mouth and smiled at me. "Did you like that?" Then she slowly removed her jumper, and looking into my eyes she slowly slid her boob cups down her hands, I sat transfixed on the sight of her boobs, as I had never seen her boob till then, just because of the seductive way in which she did remover her wear, then she pulled down her panties, even more slowly, Then asked her most interesting question. "You don't have a penis. Can someone give you oral sex? As all your parts are inside." Preetha opened her legs and I noticed she was shaved. I'd never seen her without hair on her vulva. I'd seen drawings in books but I didn't really know what I was looking at. Now a warm, wet vulva was right there inches from my face. She pointed out and named the parts. She had me touch and notice the different feels. She had me lick her outer lips and notice how they swelled from being stimulated. I licked some more and noticed she was getting wetter. I used my fingers to open her lips wide and I licked in between the lips, where it was slippery and wet. She tasted good, and I loved the smell. I had licked with a wide tongue and now I pointed it as best I could, looking for the features I had seen so I could feel them with my tongue. I did. I paid attention to the reaction I got from each place I touched. Preetha loved having my tongue in her vagina. She loved when I sucked her inner lips into my mouth and she shook and screamed when I sucked on her clitoris. Juices flowed from her as sheshook and her breathing was ragged. Her hands held my head and pressed my face into her vulva. "Oh Mohan, suck my pussy!" "Pussy?" I wonder, why anyone would call it that way?. I may have been wondering but I kept licking and sucking her pussy as I lapped up every drop of her juices. Finally, she pushed me away. "Enough! You'll kill a woman if you do that too long!" "I found out you were right. I don't know what to do now. Anjali wants me to kiss her more." "I can only teach you how to be a lover. You will have to decide about how to be responsible with what you learn. I can tell you about the possible consequences of your actions but you will need to choose what to do." As she talked to me she stroked me. I was hard and hoped she would suck me as she had done before. Preetha took her time and continued to talk. "Did you use your tongue?" "Not at first. I was gentle and soft like you taught me. I held them softly and without touching their breasts or their butts." "Show me." I kissed her in the same way as my first kisses with Anjali and Bindya. In the second kiss Preetha pushed her tongue through my lips and we were kissing with passion. I shifted on the bed and she was lying on my chest. I could feel skin to skin pressure against my hard penis. "You must promise me you will not do this with the girls. If you do they could get pregnant. As much as you want to put your penis inside a girl's vagina, don't. If you want to do this come home and we can. I cannot get pregnant. When Raja was born the doctor damaged my uterus and I can no longer have babies." (In fact she did not have any children now, as her own son, my cousin died in a few days after birth) She shifted again and I felt my penis slide into her vagina. Nothing prepared me for the feeling. We were joined in a way I had never imagined! I knew my penis was designed to fit in a vagina, I just didn't know it would feel like it did now. I lifted my hips and thrust up into Preetha. My head told me to go slowly, like good kissing. My body said hurry! I listened to both of my voices and thrust slowly and then fast and hard. Preetha thrust back with matching intensity. The sounds of our breathing were soon joined by the sounds of her wetness being stirred by my penis. I loved the sound the first instant I heard it and have been addicted to it ever since. As we joined Preetha lifted herself up and sat astride my hips. Her breasts were bouncing slightly right in front of me. I grasped them with both hands and held them as we joined.I pinched her nipples and aureola. She closed her eyes and moaned. As her arousal increased her motion went from smooth and rhythmic to jerky and frantic. Suddenly she stiffened and began to shake. I knew she was having an orgasm. I felt her vaginal muscles gripping my penis. I thrust a couple more times and came myself. The feeling was quite different from cumming in my hand or even in Preetha's mouth. I liked cumming inside her pussy more. Much, more. I told her I liked cumming inside her. Preetha snuggled with me the rest of the night. Aunt and Nephew: An Encounter This is Sunny, and I am back after a long gap. Sorry for being late in making a submission here. This is a story about my friend Rocky. He was staying with his aunt and uncle for studies as his parents were in a village and there were no education facilities there. He was more like their son than their nephew. He narrated me an incident that he had with his aunt and wanted me to write a detailed story on the same. He walked into the house wondering where Aunt and Uncle were, when he saw the soft, red glow of a cigarette burning in the living room. He slowly walked in the room and could smell the sweet scent of his aunt's perfume. 'Hey Aunt, what's up?' he asked turning on a light and saw tears running down her pretty face. 'What's wrong?' he asked moving to comfort her. She forced a smile and returned his hug. 'It's your uncle. Once again he's managed to break what little heart I have left,' she said with a sniff, hugging her tall, handsome nephew, Rocky as tightly as she could. 'What did he do now?' Rocky asked as anger rushed through his body. 'He promised to take me out tonight, but something came up,' she laughed, having a good idea that he was out with one of the girls' from his office. 'That mother fucker! Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Since you are just like my mom, I will take you out' Rocky snapped, wishing Aunt would tell him to kick Uncle's ass. Rocky always wanted to, but Aunt always told him no. 'He doesn't give a shit about me. He'd rather go fuck one of the pretty, young girls' from the office,' she said with hurt, trying to figure out why he didn't want her. She was in great shape and didn't look a day over thirty. But, he didn't have any interest in her. 'I told you he's nothing but an ass. You make any girl at his office look like shit!' Rocky said looking at her with nothing but love. Aunt was a fucking knockout and if she wasn't his Aunt, he'd be all over her. You see, Rocky had a taste for older women and didn't care who knew about it. To Rocky, there was nothing better than a great looking older woman under him while he screwed the shit out of her. She heard him and had to smile. Her nephew had very good taste in women and if he said she was great looking, she knew that she was. 'Thank you baby,' she whispered, enjoying his arms around her lonely body, wishing she'd find a man like him to love and comfort her. But, he was one of a kind and her nephew. 'Hey, you get upstairs and pretty yourself up. I'm taking you out!' Rocky smiled, thinking of taking his hot Aunt out for mother's day and how fun it would be. He'd only have one problem, she was so pretty and there would be no way that he'd be able to control his dick. He'd get hard just thinking about her and this was going to be very interesting. 'I think I'd like that,' she whispered in his ear, wishing that incest wasn't against the law or she'd already seduced him. He was nice and tall with dark brown hair that he kept neatly trimmed. His face had a rugged look about it and it always looked like he needed a shave. Rocky's very dark brown eyes were the kind that drove women wild, even her. He returned her loving hug and could already feel his cock stirring in his jeans. 'Good!' he said, hoping to control his lust for her, but Rocky knew it was going to be so hard. 'So, do we want formal or just a nice casual date?' he asked, wondering what this sexy lady in his arms would want. She looked great all dressed up, but she'd look good in a pair of tight jeans too. 'Shoot, I don't know,' she giggled, thinking of dressing up for him. She knew he had a thing for much older women, but never said anything about it, until now. 'How do you like your ladies to dress when you take one of them out? I mean how a lady should dress so that she is "Rocked" by Rocky?' she asked with a sexy wink, enjoying his face turning red with embarrassment. 'I know all about your thing for older women and I think it's hot,' she added, feeling her body getting excited. 'What can I say? You sexy ass older ladies drive me crazy,' he laughed, but this time, her face started turning red. 'Girls' his age just don't do a thing for me. They're into stupid mind games and I'm not. When I take a lady out, I want to know that the evening is going to end in a good way,' he smiled thinking of all the ladies that he'd taken the bed after a date. She sat listening to him and knew that he was right. 'You're something else,' she smiled and couldn't help but smiling at him. Her handsome, twenty-year-old nephew would rather take out an older lady that he knew he could get into bed, than be left in pain by a young girl. 'How do you want me to dress? Anything you want, I'll do,' she whispered, hugging him, thinking of him seducing women her age and older and it started. Her lonely body began to tingle, thinking of what kind of lover he was. Rocky just sat by her, enjoying her hug, hoping he could control his cock, but he'd always been turned on by her. 'Let's just go casual. You can wear those 'really' tight jeans you have and I have a thing for white,' he said hoping she'd wear the blouse he bought her for Divali last year. Uncle hated it and said that it was to flimsy to wear anywhere, but Rocky thought she looked so hot wearing it. 'How about your Divali dress?' he smiled, knowing that he must have looked like a dog in heat. She had to laugh at Rocky. He wanted her to look hot tonight. 'If I wear that for you,' she paused, hoping her next words weren't out of line, but she wanted something out of this too. She knew Rocky would be hard for her all night and she also wanted to be turned on. 'I want you to pretend that I'm one of your ladies,' she added giving her lower lip a tiny bite, wondering if he'd be up for turning on his Aunt or maybe she'd just screwed up her night with him. Rocky couldn't believe what she said, but it was a hot idea. 'I really go all out. Are you sure about this?' he asked thinking of turning on his Aunt the same way he did his dates. He loved showering them with kisses, feeling them up and most of all, rubbing his hard cock on them while dancing. She heard him and quickly knew she was in for a good time. 'I think so,' she whispered as a warm rush covered her body and she couldn't wait to go get ready for him. This was going to be a night to remember. 'Good!' Rocky said standing up, pulling her into his arms, not caring if she felt his cock or not. 'Remember, I'm treating you just like I would one of his lady friends, so be ready,' he added, giving her a hug, wondering if this was such a good idea or not. She'd always turned him on and now, she wanted him to pretend that she was one of his dates. 'I'm not kidding! You're going to be a date!' he added, looking straight into her eyes, hoping you understood him. 'Oh trust me, I'm ready to be spoiled, pampered and just about anything else,' she moaned as he hugged her so tight, giving her feelings that she'd came close to forgetting. 'Oh my God! What did I just say?' she thought to herself. 'And, anything else you have in mind!' she thought, wondering if he heard it. But, after she thought about it, she didn't care. If Rocky could charm her into bed like he did his ladies, she didn't care; it would be a wonderful way to spend "Mother's Day" turned into "Aunt's day" with a guy of her son's age. He was shocked at what she said, but he also knew what a lonely woman she was. Uncle never did anything nice for her and if he could show her a good time, he was, even if it meant seducing her. He hugged and slowly ran his hands down to her lower back, gently caressing as they looked into each others' eyes. 'I'm going to go all out and by the end of the night,' he smiled and crossed the forbidden line with her. His hands moved down, cupping each of her very firm ass cheeks and he couldn't help but caressing them. 'You're going to be all mine,' he smiled and leaned to give her a soft and very passionate kiss before pulling away. 'I'll be back to get you in about thirty minutes.' Rocky said as he left the house. She closed the door and fell against it. 'Oh my God!' she moaned grabbing excited breasts, gently pinching her nipples, hoping she could resist Rocky and his Charming ways. 'What have I gotten myself into?' she smiled thinking of him seducing her and after being without sex for so long, she knew it was going to be so easy. She stood under the hot water of the shower, running her soapy hands over every inch of her body, dreaming of him, her handsome nephew doing this very same thing to her as he loved her from behind. 'Oh God, I've got to stop thinking that crap!' she said gently rolling her swollen nipples as visions of him crept back into her mind. 'I bet he'd screw me to death!' she whispered, remembering the many times he hugged her and she would feel his hard manhood pressing against her and how good it always felt. 'I hope I can do this,' she whispered, sliding her right hand down the front of her toned, 38-year-old body, to her smooth shaven pussy, gently running a finger up the middle of her excited lips. 'Mmmm!' she moaned, wishing it was one of his fingers teasing her. 'I'm going to burn in hell!' she laughed, knowing she had to get out of the shower before she ended up masturbating. She walked into her bedroom, still thinking of Rocky and her body was on fire. She hadn't been truly excited in a long time and even then, it was because of him. They were playing the pool, Rocky came up behind her, grabbed her in his arms. Before she knew what was going on, his hard dick was resting completely in her ass crack, driving her crazy with lust. 'This is crazy!' she laughed, threw down her towel and couldn't help fingering her excited pussy again. She thought of his big hands on her ass and how much she enjoyed it and hoped that he'd be touching it tonight. 'Oh my!' she moaned as her finger slid over her energized clit. 'I bet he'll have you harder than this before the nights over,' she smiled, giving the swollen bud of flesh one last rub before stopping. 'I need to get his ass ready!' she said reaching in her panty drawer for a nice pair. 'I know he loves white,' she smiled holding up her newest pair of sheer, white panties, wondering if he'd get to see them. Her heart raced thinking of him stripping off her clothes and making love to her the entire night. 'If you do,' she whispered, spraying a little perfume on them and slid them up her very slender thighs. 'You're going to love them,' she smiled, making sure they were straight and looked good on her firm, little ass. She wiggled in her tight, low cut jeans and she still couldn't believe that she was having such thoughts about her nephew. She clasped her bra, slid the blouse over her head and quickly knew that it did not look right. 'Oh brother!' she laughed, knowing Rocky wouldn't like this at all. She knew that deep down; he bought her the skimpy blouse to enjoy the sight of her perky D cups and not some ugly bra. She pulled the bra off and smiled, 'That's much better,' she said gently running two fingers over each rubbery nipple, wondering if he'd touch them the way she loved. 'I can't wait!' she purred thinking of his fingers driving her crazy, giving her the love and affection she dearly longed for. She made her way downstairs and couldn't resist a drink before he arrived. She drank and had a cigarette, thinking of what she was about to do. 'I hope this works out,' she thought, wondering if it was too late to stop. 'I couldn't stand it if anything fucked up our love,' she said trying to imagine Rocky not being in her life and her heart sank. 'I'm going to call him,' she said standing up get the phone and she saw a long limo pull up in front of her house. 'Oh you sweet, sweet boy!' she smiled, covering her mouth and couldn't believe what he'd done. She rushed to the door and had it open before he even had a chance to knock. 'Hello aunty! I'm Rocky and I'll be your escort this evening.' Rocky said reaching out to hug her and that's when he noticed she was wearing the blouse he bought her. 'Very nice!' he said with a wink, enjoying her nipples standing straight out, looking like they were saying 'hi' to him. 'Hello,' she smiled, making sure that she pushed out her chest, giving him a good view. 'You can call me, Rani,' she said as he reached his arms around her, pulling her against him, smashing her excited breasts to his very manly body. 'Mmmm.' Rani moaned, enjoying him and his strong arms. 'You sure do know how to greet a lady,' she whispered, feeling one of his hands sliding down her back, gently caressing her butt, sending fire between her legs. Rocky caressed her ass, feeling her trembling in his arms and he knew she was going to be putty in his hands. 'If you're enjoying this so much,' he smiled giving her tight, little ass a squeeze. 'Wait, it gets much better,' he added, sliding his right hand up her side, running his fingers over the soft blouse and the side of her excited breast. Rani stood helpless as Rocky slowly drove her wild. She knew it was wrong, but 'damn' it felt good to be touched by a man, even if she was her nephew. 'I think I'm in for it,' she whispered, as his skilled fingers teased her body. He just smiled, continuing to touch her. 'I told you that I go all out', Rocky said in a low voice that he normally saved for the bedroom and knew it drove women crazy. She couldn't breathe as he gently touched her and Rani knew that if this was driving her so crazy, she'd be helpless. 'Yes you did,' she whispered, enjoying him touching her breast, wishing he'd move to her already hard nipple. She loved her breasts played with and if a caring man spent time on her nipples, she'd do anything he asked of her. Rocky knew she was going crazy. He loved teasing women and poor Aunt hadn't been loved in a long time. He kind of felt bad, but she was the love of his life and he was going to make sure that she happy. Anything she wanted, no holds barred, even if it meant making love to her. 'I thought I'd take you to dinner and if you're for it, a club I go to. I think you'll like it,' he smiled, moving one of his fingers towards her nipple. She was in the thoughts comparing her nephew with her hubby. Whereas the young guy was planning a long and slow seduction, her hubby was more interested in the quickest of the "quickies". His routine was just stripping, a couple of minutes in foreplay till his tool became erect, penetrating in "dry" pussy including just a few kisses, pumping, pumping, ejaculating and roll off to sleep. "Thinking about something Rani?" Rocky broke her stream of thoughts. "No! no... nothing special dear!", Rani lied and the guy could sense but he did not want to spoil the show. She felt her suck in a breath of air and could hear a tiny moan come from her and he knew she would be so easy to seduce. She just stood, enjoying him driving her crazy with one finger. 'What am I going to do if he really touches me?' she asked herself, hoping so much that she'd have the nerve to let him give her the love she'd been craving. 'I think that will be nice,' she managed to say as Rocky slowly pulled from her, leaving her feeling so cold and she couldn't wait for more. 'Let's be on our way,' he smiled motioning to the limo. 'This is so nice!' Rani said looking around the small nightclub. 'I can see why you come here,' she added with a smile, straining to look across the room, but it was dark and the horseshoe shaped booths had long curtains around them, so that nobody could see in them. He laughed at her and knew she was going to shit. 'The place I work for charges ten thousand rupees a date and I get half. And, once in a while, if a lady I know wants a date and I like her, I'll take her out for five to six thousand.' Rocky said watching her eyes grew wide. 'My Lord!' she replied with shock. 'No wonder why you're loaded!' Rani laughed and she had to ask one more thing. 'So, a woman pays you six thousand bucks to be taken out on a date with you. What's included in that?' she asked with a hesitant voice, wondering if she really wanted to know or not. He just smiled and reached across the table to hold her hands. 'She gets anything she wants.' Rocky said looking into her eyes, hoping she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He'd been in love with her since the day he turned eighteen and accidentally walked in on her taking a shower. 'Lucky bitches,' she said with a smile, thinking of her handsome nephew screwing the shit out of women her age or older. 'What's the oldest woman you've ever been with?' Rani asked, hoping he didn't do it with ninety-year-old women. Rocky thought for a few seconds. 'She's fifty, but when we first met, I thought she was in her thirties. She works out and takes great care of herself,' he said watching her eyes and mouth open wide. 'And, she tips really well!' he added thinking of the extra thousand bucks she gives him after every date they go on. 'So if I was paying you, this would cost me a grand, but I'd get anything I wanted?' she asked in a seductive voice and she almost forgot that he was her nephew. Her body was slowly being turned on and it was awesome. Rocky was a great looking guy and just being near him excited Rani and now she knew what he did for a living. 'I told you this was a date and you get anything you want.' He replied in a soft voice and moved as close to her as he could get. 'What do you think of that?' he asked moving towards her mouth, feeling her breathing hard and he kissed her. Rani just sat there as his lips touched hers and a fire erupted between her legs for the first time in years. "Have you heard about the light massage", asked Rocky. "No! What's that?" Rani wondered. "Let me do it for you", saying this he took out a torch from his pocket and switched off the lights. "As the light of this torch will move, just imagine and feel that these are my hands and you will love it", instructed Rocky. "You mean you can make me horny without touching me. Are you crazy?" Rani's tone was a bit different this time. "Just do what I say and just imagine", now Rocky too was authoritative after all he had loads of escort experience. Rocky switched on the torch and pointed the beam towards her toes and slowly moved "northwards". Now Rani too was imagining the things and it took him a couple of minutes to have Rani a feel of the things. When the beam was at her stomach and boobs, she started moaning, "Oh! Yes......, continue...... I am becoming wet......". 'Mmm, I'm in trouble,' she whispered, hoping she'd know what to do if things continued to heat up. He was her nephew, but he drove her crazy. He could have her horny in a split second. 'Nah, you're in very good hands,' he winked, switching off the torch and reaching up to her left breast, slowly circling the nipple, watching her gasping for air. 'You just tell me what you want or if you want,' he paused, circling her other nipple, watching her face fill with lust. 'Tell me when to stop.' Rocky added, hoping she wouldn't say that. He wanted her and didn't care if she was his aunt or not. Rani couldn't believe how wonderful this felt and she wanted more. 'I bet you could make a girl cum just by touching her or even with your torch,' she smiled, looked down to watch him tease her nipples. 'I'm glad I wore this for you,' she whispered, enjoying his fingers on the most sensitive part of her body, hoping that she wouldn't cum. He loved her so much and was going to make sure that she'd cherish this night for as long as she lived. 'Maybe we'll have to try and see,' he said giving her another kiss, but this one was deeper and he slipped his tongue into her warm, excited mouth. She trembled as he slowly seduced her and there was no way she would stop him. Rani was tired of being lonely and craving a man to love her. He moved to her and when he kissed her, she wanted to die. His tongue slid into her mouth, giving her a feeling that was out of this world. It was as if, he'd go into her aching pussy and loved it. Aunt and Nephew: An Encounter 'Oh Rocky!' she moaned as his tongue explored her. He held her, watching the pleasure on her beautiful face and he couldn't wait to get her to his apartment. 'I think one of us is getting excited,' he smiled, turned, took a drink and lit two cigarettes. Rani felt like crawling under the table. Here she was, with her nephew driving her insane with his soft touch and they were about to fuck each other. She took a long and drag from her cigarette. 'You should be ashamed of yourself,' she said with a smile as the smoke slowly came from her mouth. She liked her men around seven or eight inches long. She loved sucking a man off without being gagged or him trying to ram himself down her throat. He wrapped one arm around her back and the other around her front and hugged. 'Please forgive me!' he laughed, enjoying the feel of being so close to her and he couldn't wait to get closer. His left hand moved up her front, under her right breast and he gently caressed, feeling her relaxing against him and it felt so good. His cock started to grow and he didn't care. If she didn't like it, she'd tell him in a heartbeat. 'Are you trying to take advantage of me?' she moaned as his stiffness grew against her ass and it was a good feeling to know she turned this young man on. She always had, but this was a special night, a night that they would both be enjoying very much and Rani was going to do anything to make it wonderful. 'I'd never do that,' he whispered in her ear as he softly kissed it. His hand gently toyed with her breast while he continued kissing her ear, neck and shoulder. She just lay against him, his cock continued growing, his hand drove her crazy and his mouth sealed their fate. Rani knew there was no way she could stop him now. Her body was on fire and she needed him to put it out. 'Oh Rocky! I've never been this excited in his life.' Rani moaned wanting to pull from him before she exploded in his arms. Her heart was pounding out of control and it was as if her lonely pussy was burning up. 'You relax and enjoy it all,' he smiled, hugging her tighter, while his fingers teased her hard nipple. 'I'll fix you. After I'm done with you,' he stopped to gently suck her neck, wanting to brand her as his and he didn't care who would see it. 'You'll never want to go home,' he added, hearing her moan and her back arch. Rani couldn't stop. Her body was in control and it loved what was happening. She did too, but she wanted it to last. She wanted to cum in his arms, while he was deep inside her and not here. 'I want to wait,' she moaned pulling from him and guzzled her drink. 'I don't want to do it here.' Rani said with trembling hands, trying to light another cigarette, but it was hopeless. 'Please help me!' she laughed as he took the lighter from her and quickly lit her. 'I want you when we're alone,' she smiled, hoping he'd understand. 'I'm sorry, I keep forgetting it's been awhile,' he said, hugging her, wondering why his Uncle left such a lovely creature to chase after young girls'. 'He's so fucking stupid.' Rocky thought as he held her in his arms, hoping he could help ease her loneliness. 'I'm going to make you feel so good tonight,' he said to himself, savoring the sweet smell of her hair and her tantalizing perfume drifting up his nose, making him harder with each glorious scent. Rani couldn't believe what a wonderful man he was and she couldn't wait to be with him. 'I bet you're going to kill me!' she thought smoking her Cigarette, hoping this show or whatever it was would hurry and start. She'd much rather be somewhere alone with Rocky, but this was a part of her date and she didn't want to ruin it. 'Where are we going after this?' she asked in a needful voice, praying that he'd take her to his place and wear her body out. She needed a loving man like him to screw her to death. He held her and smiled. 'Poor Aunt is on fire!' he thought caressing just under her breast, enjoying her heavy breathing and trembling body. 'I think we'll go to a nice hotel. If that's okay with you,' he said having a pretty good idea that's where she wanted to be right now. He wanted her too, but he wanted to make sure that she was on fire. Rocky wanted this to be the best night of her life. She just moaned and wanted this show to start and get over with. She needed loved and knew the young man holding her was going to be a dream come true. 'I can't wait,' she whispered leaning to his mouth, kissing him, letting her tongue lick over his lips. 'I'm dying!' she moaned, feeling one of his manly fingers graze over her right nipple, sending a rush of excitement pouring between her legs, making her moan louder than ever. Rocky held her, knowing his soft touch was driving the poor woman crazy, but he wanted her on fire. 'I have to make sure that you're ready,' he whispered licking her earlobe, slowly, making sure that she enjoyed every second of it. 'I'm wetter than at any time in my life!' she moaned, savoring his tongue on her ear, enjoying the excitement of being seduced by such a skilled, young man. 'I feel like I'm going to explode,' she laughed lighting another cigarette and pulled from him. 'I do need to stop or I'm going to cum. I want to wait...I want to be alone with you when it happens,' she said caressing his handsome face, hoping he'd understand. 'Something as special as we are about to do.' Rani stopped and couldn't resist touching his swollen cock, knowing it was for her and it was out of this world. 'I want us to be completely alone,' she smiled as her fingers were now turning him on. His cock felt so good through his thin pants and Rani couldn't wait to feel him deep in her. Back to the place he'd come from so long ago. He turned, giving her access to touch him. 'Oh shit!' Rocky moaned watching a smile cover her beautiful face. 'Do you like that?' he asked with a wink. 'Just think of how good it's going to feel inside you,' he whispered in her ear. 'It's going to slide in you so easy and then,' he paused to kiss her ear. 'I'm going to make love to you all night long!' he moaned when she grabbed him and squeezed with all of her might. 'You keep it up and we're never going to get to your place,' she laughed, reaching for her drink and cigarette. 'When is this going to start?' she asked. She needed Rocky and was ready to go now, but she didn't want to mess up his plans. Rocky moved back, lit his own smoke and he knew she was ready, but he really wanted her to see the show i.e. the porn movie that was going on in his hired Limo on the small LCD screen. She would be ready after seeing it. One touch and Rocky knew that she'd blow up. 'Soon! I want you just as bad, but I know you're going to like this,' he said caressing her thigh, remembering a movie that he'd seen Aunt watching when he was a young boy. He'd come home early from school one day. Rocky looked high and low, but couldn't find her anywhere, until he heard a lustful moaning coming from the basement. He followed the wonderful sound and there she was, lying on a sofa, legs spread wide and her fingers buried in her pussy, watching an xxx movie. 'I came home from school one day and I saw you in the basement,' he said knowing her face had to be red. 'It was so hot watching you and I've wanted you every since that day.' Rocky added, hugging her, just under her beautiful breasts. 'You looked so good lying there, I wanted to help you so bad and I swore that someday I would and you'd never be lonely again,' he said feeling tears in his eyes, thinking of pleasing this beautiful woman and the love he had for her. Rani was speechless as his words filled her ears. There was one day that she'd went to the basement and had a strange feeling that she was being watched and now she knew that it was her baby watching. 'I still do that once and awhile,' she purred, wishing that he'd been old enough to join her on the sofa, but he was just a boy. Now he was plenty old enough and Rani wanted him to screw her until she fainted. 'Maybe one afternoon you can join me. Pretending to watch me and then come and give it to me nice and hard!' she said with lust in her soft voice, thinking of pleasing herself like she had so many times, but have Rocky come and ravish her. He felt his cock growing so hard thinking of watching her and then giving it to her all afternoon. 'You just tell me when to be there,' he said shifting his straining cock and Rocky was also ready for the show to start. He wanted to be alone just as bad as she did. He'd spent so many hours dreaming of this and it was so close to finally happening too. The hotel that Rocky had booked was in sight and the Limo was approaching it. Then they checked in the 5 star hotel and in the room, Rocky freshened up a bit, and sat down to watch some TV before Rani arrived from the dressing room area. Rani had changed into a little more casual dress. A light sweater and a pair of jeans that formed a perfect camel toe of her pussy lips. Licking his lips, and looking back up into her eyes, she blushed and sputtered she needed to use his bathroom. When she returned she looked a little flushed, and he could see a darker area at her pussy lips, her pussy was dripping wet to the point of making her jeans dark with moisture. "Shall we head down to the bar?" he asked. She could only nod her head. At the bar she eased closer to him, he noticed several of the men checking her out, and several of the older women glancing at them with approval. Rocky ordered a beer, and Rani ordered a wine. They went to a table, and sat down and started talking about anything and everything. He quickly finished his beer and waited till Rani's glass was almost empty, he went and ordered another beer and a glass of wine, they'd ran out of the wine glasses, so the bartender filled up a plastic cup which held almost 3 of the glass wine glasses. Rani's eyes widened in surprise, "That's more like 2 glasses instead of one." she quipped. Laughing he said, "Oh, enjoy yourself Rani, let loose, live a little." She raised her glass and said, "What should we drink too?". Looking her in the eyes, he said, "Happiness, Fun, and Family." She nodded her head, clinked glasses, and took a big swig of wine. As she poured some more wine into her glass, she said something about being in middle age and just beginning to become unattractive. He laughed, put his hand on her shoulder and said that the only hope he looked half as good as her at her age. He started to massage her shoulder, this got the response he wanted, a moan, he continued to her neck, and other shoulder, when he went to the other shoulder, it brought their faces close to each other. He looked her in the eyes, and gently let his lips graze hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, and he moved back and continued to massage her neck and shoulders. They came around and announced last call for the free happy hour, Rocky rose and went and got two more beers, and another glass of wine. Back at the table, he looked down at Rani and said, "Why don't we go back up to our room, and we'll finish your massage." He put the tray down and reached for her chair to help her out of it. Rani looked up, and only nodded as she rose. They walked to the elevator and to the room without a word, he opened the door and let his sexy senior aunt into the room. His cock was hurting it was so hard, "I've got to use the restroom, why don't you take your clothes off and get on the bed so we can finish your massage better." He walked into the bathroom and closed the door, not waiting for a response or a reply. He waited for almost a full 3 minutes, cracked the door slightly and looked into the room. Much to his surprise, Rani was laying on the bed face down, stark naked. She'd even removed her panties and bra. Rocky removed his clothes in the restroom, and walked in to the room, retrieved some lotion, compliments of the hotel, and went to the bed. He looked down on the sexy body laying before him, what he saw was not the body of his aunt, not the body of a 38 year old woman, but the body of a very sexy female, he couldn't believe how tight and toned she was. He'd known women in their 20's that weren't as tight and toned as his lovely aunt. He climbed onto the bed and could see Rani's breathing increase, straddled her sexy ass, his hard cock wedging itself between her ass cheeks. He heard her gasp, poured some lotion into his hand and rubbed them together to warm the lotion. He started to massage her shoulders, neck and upper back. As he moved and massaged, his cock moved and slide up and down the crack of her ass, he didn't know what was causing her to moan the most, his massage, or his cock. He moved down her body as he moved the massage down her back, as he did his cock slipped down between her legs and the tip of his dick rubbed down along the slit of her pussy. He could feel the moist warmth of her and then felt her move her hips pressing against the tip of his dick, the tip rubbing her clit. Smiling, he massaged down to her butt, and as he massaged her cheeks, he spread them apart, could see her tight asshole, and down her sparsely hair covered pussy lips. He could see with each move that he made where his cock would push up against her pussy, her pussy would open like a small mouth. He moved so that the head of his dick touched her pussy hole, and allowed just the tip to enter her. "MMMMM, Yessssss." she hissed upon feeling the tip of his cock enter her. Smiling, he pulled out, she whimpered her disappointment, leaned down, spread her ass cheeks, and licked her tiny brown eye. "OH MY GOD!!!!" she exclaimed as she pressed her ass against his mouth. He felt his tongue press into her tight ass, her muscles relaxing enough to allow his probing tongue to enter her dark Netherlands. She reached around and grabbed a handful of hair and pushed his head, trying to get more of his tongue into her ass. "Never, has anyone done this to me, his God what have I been missing." She moaned. He let his tongue slip downward and plunge deep into her hot, wet hole. Her hips started to buck wildly and he finally found her clit, and sucked it into his mouth. She rolled over onto her back allowing me a better vantage point to get at her pussy with his mouth. Now with both hands full of hair, she ground her cunt into his face, as he licked it hard. "Oh yes, Rocky, suck your Auntie's pussy." She moaned. He continued to alternate sucking her clit, inner lips, tongue fucking her pussy hole and ass hole, till she exploded into such an orgasm, he thought she was pissing. He knew women can ejaculate when they cum but had never experienced it. Rani was ejaculating all over his mouth and face, and he liked the taste of love juices. As she started to come down and settle down, he kissed his way up her body, stopping at her hip bones, navel, and breasts. Then up to her mouth, kissing her deeply, then as she started to lick and kiss her juices off his face, he let his thick cock slide into her, stretching her. She moaned into his mouth, "Yessssss, Rocky, fuck me, fuck your aunt." He plunged it in all the way to the bottom. He looked into her eyes, smiling, kissing her softly, he pulled out till just the tip was in her tight hole. He watched the expression on her face as he pushed all the way back in. He continued to tease her in this fashion until, he could feel his own release rising up. He quickened his pace, slamming into her harder and faster, finger entwined, she started to meet his thrusts as she started to fuck him back. He couldn't believe that this 38 year old woman, his aunt, was giving him one of the best fucks of his life. He looked her in the eyes, and told her that he was going to cum, she pulled him close, digging her nails into his back and ass, his cock swelled, and he started to shoot his cum deep inside her. He came for what seemed like hours, his body literally started to jerk with each spasm of his dick. Breathless, he lay on top of his sweet Aunt Rani, he felt her kissing his neck, his cheek. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him, "You were incredible", he said. "You, my dear nephew, are the best lover I've ever had in his life. I don't know if it's because it's been so long since I've had good sex, or the fact that you're my nephew, or that you are younger than me or what, but you are the best. I hope you don't think ill of me because I allowed this to happen. He pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply, "Never!" he whispered into her mouth. She then started to tell him how she'd never had anyone suck her pussy or ass, that she'd read about it, and wondered what it was like, but all of the men she'd been with in the past, said that real men didn't lick pussy and her generation would never even consider something like ass licking to be decent. He laughed and told her that was a normal part of his love making and did it to all the women he fucked. He asked her if she'd ever been fucked in the ass, and she told him never. He pulled her tight against him, and whispered in her ear, "I guess that gives us both something to look forward to on my next visit." With that, he rolled her onto her back and moved into a 69 with her, she licked and sucked his cock clean as he sucked and licked her clean. As soon as she had him hard again, he moved her into the doggie position and took her from behind. Slamming into her hard and fast, they both came quickly, she looked at the clock and mentioned she needed to go, she had an appointment early the next day. He told her that he needed to get ready to go to work, but really enjoyed their visit, and looked forward to their next. He walked her to her car, dressed in a pair of gym shorts. As she started to get into the car, she kissed him deeply, and massaged his cock and balls through his shorts, sitting in the car, she pulled him close, moving the leg of his shorts to the side she leaned in and took his cock into her mouth, he looked around to make sure no one was coming. She took her mouth off his cock long enough to whisper in a husky voice, "Cum in my mouth, I want to see what my nephew tastes like." Then she took him all the way down her throat, deep throating him, he could feel her throat squeezing his cock as she massaged his balls. Looking down, he saw her take a finger and dip it into her cunt, he could see the shininess of the slime on her finger, she reached up the leg of his shorts, and as she deep throated him again, she eased her middle finger into his asshole. She started to pump her finger in and out of his ass in rhythm with her head. He felt her massage his prostate and soon felt his balls tighten, gripping the edge of the car, he thrust into her mouth, groaned loudly and started to cum in his Aunts mouth, and she never missed a beat with her head or finger as she milked his cock dry. Once he started to soften, she pulled him from her mouth kissed the tip gently and said, "Delicious." Pulling her finger from his ass with a wet popping sound, she popped it into her mouth, winked at him, closed the door, and drove off. Damn, his Aunt Rani is a wild woman. Rani gave Rocky the latest cell phone as a "Return Gift" on making the "Mother's Day" the most special day of her life and the memory of which will be etched forever in her mind. Aunt and Nephew Seduction Ch. 01 When I was 21 I was seduced by my Aunt, she was in her 40s and came across as very prim and proper. I always admired her body even though she never wore revealing clothes, her skirts were tight and I could always see her VPL - I could see she wore very hi-cut underwear, I think it was because of that 'line of fantasy' which made her more appealing to me. But other than that she was just my Aunt and I loved her as a relative. When I was growing up she never even gave a hint of her sexuality and being that she was my Mother's Sister makes this story even more taboo as we are blood relatives. One day I was at my Aunt's house, I had just been fixing some shelves for her - we were chatting away and she suddenly asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. I wasn't driving so I accepted, she went into the kitchen to pour it from the fridge. She came back holding two glasses of white and wearing a beaming smile. 'I'm very proud of you, I always have been. I've always known you were special.' I didn't really understand but smiled back and drained my wine. She kept refilling my glass and as time went on I realised I was quite drunk. My Aunt was sitting right next to me and kept stroking my hair and pecking me on the cheek, she had always been affectionate but this was somehow different. her hand would occasionally squeeze my thigh and I did notice her hands were moving higher up my leg each time. My Aunt asked me if I trusted her and I said I did. I thought about this and said of course I did, why not? I'd known her all my life. She then asked me something very odd. 'Would you go upstairs and change your clothes? I have laid something out on my bed for you to wear.' I was still feeling the affect of the alcohol and so feeling quite adventurous I accepted, I thought she'd bought me a shirt or something. As I stood up I felt her pat me on the bottom and she said 'Change 'all' your clothes won't you?'. I looked back at her and she was smiling broadly. I walked up the stairs and went into my Aunt's bedroom, on her bed was a pair of shiny black PVC briefs and a full length silk kimono in the deepest red. I really didn't know what was going on but in my inebriated state I started to undress. I stood naked and picked up the briefs, their plastic fabric felt soft and smooth and I fingered their elasticated edges. I stepped into them and pulled the briefs up over my hips. They sat high up around my waist and cupped my balls so well I would have thought they were made for me...they felt wonderful and tight. I pulled the silk kimono on and tied its belt around me. I walked downstairs, careful not to fall as I was quite dizzy. My Aunt was still sitting on the sofa and when I came into the room she smiled broadly and patted the sofa next to her. 'What's all this about?' I asked smiling. I sat down and my Aunt got up and told me to lay down - it was a long sofa and more than accommodated my full height and I was careful to cover my legs with the long silk garment. She disappeared into the kitchen and came back a minute later with a long carving knife, the alcohol had mostly worn off and I felt quite sober. She knelt down on the floor beside me and lay the knife on my tummy - I could feel the cold steel through the kimono, she stroked my hair once again, leaned towards me and kissed my lips - I could feel her heavy breasts press onto me and a flush of excitement ran through me. 'Trust me and don't stop me, OK?' I nodded, doe-eyed like a naughty schoolboy. 'This is something I've wanted to do for such a long time.' I nodded and she picked up the knife, she slid it inside the kimono at ankle level and ran it slowly up my legs inside the silk, I could feel its coldness on my skin - over my knees and my thighs. My thighs were tight together and my Aunt placed her hand on the one nearest her and gently pulled it towards her so they parted, the kimono slid off my thigh and hung over the edge of the sofa at waist level... she caught a glimpse of the shiny black fabric tight over my hip and around my waist I was wearing underneath. She stopped moving the knife and I saw her smile again, she looked me in the eyes and bit her lip 'We are naughty aren't we?' she said. I still wasn't sure what was happening, but I felt very excited for some reason...when I should have been scared. She lay the knife on the floor and slowly pulled the bow of the belt holding my kimono together...the silk slipped apart and she was looking down at my black plastic covered sex. 'Oh my, you're more beautiful than I ever thought, and such a 'big' boy...'I knew a few years ago that you had more than the average man between your legs, because I've been watching you.' She picked the knife up and brought it to my thighs, I felt her push the end of the whisk against the smooth black PVC, my balls were inside, she gently spanked them with the flat of the knife, I could feel a dull ache in my groin and felt my heart suddenly beat faster. I was so turned on! My Aunt's cheeks were flushed and she wouldn't stop staring at my increasing length under the PVC, curving around up to my hip. She put the knife down again and cupped my balls with her right hand - which made me gasp, she ran her long nails along my length and I thought I was going to cum but managed to hold it back. My Aunt could see my engorged penis pointing up and curving around my hip so she grabbed the briefs and pulled them up higher around my waist, I could feel them cut into my buttocks and tighten against my balls. The knife was back in her hand and she was waving it and running its length length curve of my balls and along the shape of my penis. She stopped again and stood up, she reached round to her back, kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt, she had to wriggle out of its tightness and as it slid down her thighs I could see the sharp black 'V' of her underwear - I really did think I was going to burst with excitement - I'd never seen my Aunt without trousers or a skirt before and seeing her bare thighs made me want to cum. The black fabric of her underwear was velvet and I could see the swell of her sex inside it. She stood beside me and looked down at the shiny black bulge between my thighs. 'I know I'm your Aunt and you must never tell your Mother what we've done, but I've wanted you for some time now and you look so edible in black PVC. My Aunt looked down at me on the sofa, she stood between my feet and picked up the knife...she started to caress her thighs with the sharp steel and with the other hand started to kneed her breasts through her black velvet bra - squeezing them hard and moaning with ecstasy. 'Do you mind me doing this?' she said in between moans...and I answered that I liked it. She smiled again and lightly ran the blade over her own velvet clad sex - pressing gently and running the blade up between her thighs - I was so turned on and watched with amazement. She stopped, knelt between my feet and kissed my tummy...her tongue moving lower across the waistband of pvc, I felt her lips press against my balls... Aunt Anjali Ch. 01 For the reading pleasure of Adults. © Prahaar 2002. All rights reserved. This is a true story with the names changed, I welcome your comments, feedback and suggestions. I vividly remember my first brush with her. I was 18 years old and I had not worn briefs under my shorts. Anjali Aunty pointed to my penis and said,’ I can see all’! To my horror and embarrassment, I realized that my fly was open and my penis was hanging out. I must have forgotten to zip up after peeing. I was always very embarrassed about the size of my penis. At that young age, it was a good 8 inches long even when not erect and my shorts had to be longer to keep it enclosed. It was 2 inches thick and the head was large and red looking. ‘Come here’, she said. I walked towards her, my long cock swinging back and forth, not knowing what to expect. She held my penis in her hand for a few moments and gently tucked it back into my shorts. ‘You are a grownup boy now. You must put on underwear’, she said. Was an aunt supposed to do this? I did not think so but I did not mind. Her touch had caused my penis to start erecting. Her eyebrows went up but she did not say anything more at that time. She got called away. Her touch had felt good but I had no idea at that time that one could ‘take matters into one’s own hands’! ……………………………………… Aunt Anjali was my father’s brother’s wife. She was a teacher in a school. My uncle was an accountant. They had three children, my cousins. They were younger than me. Two girls and a boy. They lived in another town where I often went during my school vacations. Their home was small but they took us in gladly. We would all sleep together in the two rooms. When they came to our town, we would similarly put them up in the small space that we called our home. All us cousins happily played together, no matter which town. Aunt Anjali was a great cook and her meals were famous in the family. After this incident, I started looking at her more carefully. She would often catch me looking and we would smile at each other like conspirators. She started treating me more kindly than before, giving me my favorite food to eat and kissing me on the cheek or hugging me longer at the slightest pretext. I hugged her right back and pressed my body into hers. Aunt Anjali is plump and has a large hourglass figure. She has a pretty face and a long neck. She has short hair, finding them easier to maintain. Her breasts are large, conical and pointed and her tight blouses show them off well. Her ass is huge but shapely. Her ass cheeks sway, undulate and swing when she walks and there is nothing she can do to hide her assets. Her thighs and hips are in proportion to the rest of her body. A sight to behold, even with her clothes on. She dresses conservatively but can not help the fact that she is so sexy. I had often seen her come out of the bathroom with only her blouse and petticoat on and now started observing her more carefully. I had become more conscious of the times that she would go for a shower so I could take a look at her when she emerged. I would listen to the swish of her clothes as she removed them and the small sounds she made as she moved. She is putting water on herself! She is soaping herself! She is removing the soap! She is drying herself! I would wonder what she looked like naked or how she soaped herself. I was tickled by the thought of her soaping her nipples or her cunt. When she went for a pee, I would stand outside and listen intently for the sounds inside. First the sound of the clothes brushing against the body as they were raised. Then, the lower sound of panties being lowered. Then the commode seat creaking to accommodate the large buttocks and then the rill of the liquid splashing into the bowl. I would try to imagine that stream emerging from those cunt lips and arcing into the air before meeting the water of the pot. Then, the rubbing sound of a wet cunt being dried and the flush! With an erection in my trousers, I would run for fear of being caught. I was once asked to take my shower immediately after she had finished taking hers. As I went in and closed the door, I saw her clothes in the bucket. I disentangled her bra and panties from the pile. Her bra had the number 40DD on a label. I put my finger into the bra where her nipples would have been and patted the area. Her panties bore the label ‘XL’ and although white in colour, were stained yellow at the part which would be against her cunt. I raised the crotch to my nose and inhaled deeply. Her musky smell along with a faint smell of urine filled my nostrils and I kissed and licked her crotch till there was no smell left! I became bolder and would hug my aunt from behind, lightly letting my penis rub the furrow of her bottom. My hands would meet at the exposed skin near her midriff and snake upwards to touch the bottom of a heavy boob. My aunt would accept these caresses and kiss me on the cheek and hold my head at her shoulder. I did not know what to do with the resultant erection. I would press it down and feel good. I became like a pet dog. Following my aunt wherever she went, helping her with whatever she did and spending less and less time with my cousins. One night, one more couple came to stay in the already overcrowded home and I was moved to the master bedroom to sleep with my uncle, aunt and three cousins, all on one large bed. I was asked to sleep on the farthest end of the bed, with my uncle sleeping on the other side. My aunt was finishing off some chores in the kitchen. I fell asleep but woke up when I heard sounds. My aunt was asking my uncle to increase the speed of the fan since she was feeling extremely hot. For some reason, I pretended to be asleep. My aunt came near me and I closed my syes tight. ‘The children are fast asleep’, she said. And then she lowered her sari and started opening the buttons of her blouse. ‘Are you going to change now?’, asked my uncle. ‘ I am feeling unbearably hot. I wish I could take off all my clothes and sleep naked’, she replied. I watched with half open eyes and a fast erecting penis. She removed her blouse and I could see the outlines of those large boobs encased in her bra. Her cleavage and the slopes of those globes were visible. The street light was casting a dim glow into the room. She unhooked her bra and removed it. I held my breath as my cock leapt in my pants at this sight. Her nipples were dark and large. The aureoles were darker still and very very large. They covered a very large area of each boob. But even as I was taking in this sight, my aunt put the bra on the bed and put on the blouse again buttoning up only two of the siz buttons. Next, she bent down and started raising her sari and petticoat. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. For a brief moment, I spied a black patch and then the clothes covered those plump thighs and the treasure in between. She went to the bathroom and came back after a few minutes. By this time, my uncle was snoring loudly. She slipped into bed beside me, between me and my cousins, and in a few moments started breathing slowly as if fast asleep. I was about to nod off myself when I heard her clothes rustle. She removed the sari from above her blouse and her big mounds, covered by a thin garment were inches away from my eyes. I moved my head towards her carefully and feasted my eyes on this lovely sight. No sari, no bra, just a thin, half-unbuttoned blouse covering two mountains! Even as I was looking on, she raised her sari and petticoat to her knees. Her eyes were closed. Probably, in her sleep, the summer heat was getting to her and she was unconsciously rearranging her clothes to let the air flow around her body. Her action brought her legs into view and I could see her knees and a little bit of her plump thighs. I could not believe my luck! In a few moments, she turned towards me and in that small space, her right leg covered my left hand, both my legs and my erection! My hand was now touching her naked thigh. The skin was soft and smooth and the resultant current running through me, jolted my penis! Her naked leg and my cock were separated by the thin cloth of my pajamas. Here was my chance to touch the treasures that I had only been looking at from a distance so far. My right hand was free to get a feel of her boobs. My left hand was inches from her cunt. I put my right hand on my chest so that the palm rested flat on the slope of her left boob. The boob was soft and spongy. I pressed down a little and a soft moan escaped her lips. I stopped pressing. As she quieted down again, I cupped and pressed her boob gently and explored its surface to locate the nipple. I came to a nub covered by her blouse and touched it gently with my index finger. I softly held it between two fingers. I had never thought that this could ever happen! Aunt Anjali groaned and I became completely still and removed my invading fingers. She exclaimed, ‘It is so hot today!’ and opened the other two buttons of her blouse as if to let in some more air. My uncle continued his snoring. Was she awake? Was this an invitation? Send me your feedback if you want this true story to continue… All constructive criticism and comments welcomed. Aunt Anjali Ch. 02 For the reading pleasure of Adults. © Prahaar 2002. All rights reserved. This is a true story with the names changed. Thank you for your comments, feedback and suggestions. They have motivated me to continue. I welcome more. Keep ‘em coming. Aunt Anjali groaned and I became completely still and removed my invading fingers. She exclaimed, ‘It is so hot today!’ and opened the other two buttons of her blouse as if to let in some more air. My uncle continued his snoring. Was she awake? Was this an invitation? Did it matter? I had my left hand lying ‘innocently’ on her breasts. She had a naked leg on my burgeoning penis and my left hand was trapped somewhere between her thighs, touching soft naked skin! At the age of 18, with no prior sexual experience of any kind, this was a lot! By this time, I was thinking with my erect cock. After a moment or two, she started breathing rhythmically again. I moved my hand and very gently, inch by agonizing inch moved the left flap of her blouse aside. A large naked boob with a dark brown aureole, 2 inches in diameter and a very large erect teat were unveiled. I stared at it in fascination. I knew that babies sucked milk from here. I wanted to lick it but did not want to get caught by taking a precipitate step. Aunt Anjali now moved even closer. The leg on my cock moved a little more and her entire body was now touching mine. My right hand was placed between her thighs. I moved it up carefully only to find a fold of her petticoat blocking the way to the treasure between her legs. But my palm could feel it! Something soft lay there! With that avenue temporarily blocked, I came back to looking at the boob which was now no more than a couple of inches from my lips. My aunt moved her left hand slowly and started scratching herself on the nipple! Her fingers touched my nose several times. The nipple erected itself still more and was now nearly half an inch long. The hand moved to the back of my head and I was engulfed in a loose embrace! The nipple was now touching my lips. I could not hold back any longer and I opened my mouth and closed it on that fat, juicy teat! I licked and sucked it quietly but energetically, but my aunt seemed not to notice. My first boob suck! What a treat! With 4 other people on the bed with us, I was licking and sucking my aunt’s nipple! After a few moments, my aunt removed her hand from behind my head and slowly moved it to my belly where she placed it on my erect cock, shaping it but not really doing anything. To do so, she had to move her leg back and a larger gap formed between her thighs. I could now maneuver my hand. I moved aside her clothes and placed my palm on the naked thigh above them. A shudder passed through my body as I touched her there. Inching my palm ahead, I came to some hair. I was surprised. I did not know that women had hair there though I should have guessed that they did, since I had a healthy bush around my genitals. I moved my hand around and touched a very soft pair of thick, protruding lips which felt wet. Was this what lay between women’s legs? You see, even at 18, I was quite innocent of sex and all matters sexual, and it was these recent dalliances with my aunt that had awakened these desires in me. I had not seen any pictures or photographs. Up until now, I was just not too interested. I did have the occasional wet dream and an erection if I saw a hot scene on TV or in a film but I felt ashamed and wanted it to go away. I started patting the area of her genitals. They were a mess of wet hills and wetter valleys with sparse vegetation in the form of hair. I folded my fingers and using only the index finger started gently feeling around and exploring this large twat. I located two sets of thick, heavy, smooth lips and a hole which seemed to be the source of all the liquids. The finger seemed to get sucked in of its own and my aunt started an up and down movement on it. Can you imagine this big-bottomed woman taking your finger into her hole and then thrashing on it? Her pelvic thrusts were so strong that I thought that my small hand would break! She placed her hand near mine and made me thrust into her affair with two and then three fingers. Having accomplished this, her hand held her boob and she touched her nipple to my lips. I started sucking the proffered teat. She pressed her nipple to my lip and started pulling it in and out fast in time with her pelvic thrusts. Her grip on my cock tightened. SHE WAS AWAKE! I was excited and even though I did not fully understand what was happening, my instincts had taken over. I started sucking the nipple and sucked the whole aureole into my mouth. I had so much boob in my mouth that my teeth were scraping the smooth skin. My finger was pistoning into and out of her cunt. She was leaking liquid and all my fingers and even my palm was wet with them. Her musk was in the air and although we had lost all sense of time and place as well as the presence of the others on the bed with us, we were fortunate that they were sleeping the sleep of the dead. Her hand now pulled my pajama strings and lowering the pajama, she held my erect and fast growing 8-inch cock in her soft palm. She gripped it fiercely and started an exciting up and down movement. Her pelvic thrusts reached a crescendo and in a couple of minutes, I felt a strong release, as if a dam had burst inside me and my cock started losing its erection. Her hand was wet with the copious streams of thick liquid that shot out of my cock and also fell on her thighs and our clothes. She herself shuddered violently and her fierce thrusting stopped. She gently extricated her nipple from my mouth. To the best of my knowledge, she had not opened her eyes throughout this entire episode. I feel asleep and woke up very late next morning to find every one gone. My cousins were playing, my uncle had left for work and my aunt was cooking in the kitchen. My pajama strings had been tied and there was no sign of my semen anywhere. Please continue to send me your feedback if you want this true story to continue… All constructive criticism and comments welcomed. Would love to make pals out there with interested mature women. Please email me. Aunt Anjali Ch. 03 For the reading pleasure of Adults. © Prahaar 2003. All rights reserved. Author's note: Thank you for all the feedback, comments, requests, story ideas, encouragement and exhortations to complete the story. They have motivated me to continue. Keep ‘em coming. I really do appreciate the time you take to give me your opinion. I love hearing from readers. The more mischievous the better. Who knows where that might take us! Please send comments to prahaarprahaar@hotmail.com This is a true story with the names changed. Enjoy this continuation! For continuity, please read Aunt Anjali – Chapters 1 and 2 I fell asleep and woke up very late next morning to find every one gone. My cousins were playing, my uncle had left for work and my aunt was cooking in the kitchen. My pajama strings had been tied and there was no sign of my semen anywhere. My interactions with my aunt were unnatural, to say the least. We behaved as if nothing had happened. However, a lot had actually gone on between us. She was my first sexual partner and if you have fingered a woman to orgasm and she has jerked you off, any ‘normal’ interaction can only be a pretense. Well, we did not get a chance to be alone again for the next three days. Their guests stayed only the one night and so the next night, I was banished to the other room. Three days later, my cousins went off for a previously scheduled picnic and my uncle was away on a business trip. When my aunt and I walked back after dropping off my cousins, it started raining heavily. Since we were not carrying umbrellas, we got completely drenched. We walked fast but were wet to the skin within moments. I looked upon my wet aunt with interest. Her clothes were plastered to her skin as if they had been sprayed on. Every curve of her large, voluptuous body was visible. The most prominent feature was her large bottom. It swayed and wiggled and every rounded inch was visible. Each fleshy cheek rose up and came down and although I knew nothing about intercourse, I suddenly felt the need to place my cock between those lovely large buttocks! She might as well have been naked! She saw me looking at her body and looked at my crotch where my wet clothes had outlined my penis. We reached home and were alone for the first time since that fateful night when our special relationship began. She carefully shut and locked the door and looking at me quizzically, said, ‘We are going to catch a cold, unless we remove these wet clothes quickly. Let us not catch the flu.’ I nodded my head. I was willing to do whatever she wanted me to! She started removing her sari and was soon standing there in her blouse and petticoat. ‘Take off your clothes. What are you waiting for?’ she said. I had been busy looking at her boobs, barely held back by her blouse and bra. I smiled my embarrassment. Seeing my hesitation, she came up to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled out the part tucked into my trouser and unbuttoned the last two buttons at the bottom, her hand brushing my penis which was fat erecting at the possibilities in the unfolding situation. Her boobs were inches from my chest and I could see the ample upper slopes. She had me out of my shirt and undershirt in moments and while removing them, she playfully pinched my nipples. They erected a little and I was startled at the violent lurch I felt in my penis. My aunt then asked me if I had a girl friend. I sheepishly responded in the negative. She asked me if I had ever seen a naked woman before. I said that I had not. She asked me if I wanted to. I remained tongue-tied. By this time, she had removed my belt and was unzipping my trousers. She bent and holding the trousers, she asked me to step out of them. I did, embarrassed by the huge erection that my briefs could barely contain. She put all my clothes aside and then started pulling my briefs down. Suddenly, I started feeling shy. Putting my hands on hers, I restrained her. ‘What’s wrong? Why are you stopping me?’ she asked. I confessed my shyness to her. She said that she had seen me naked very often as a child. I told her that I was no longer a child. She said that she would always be my aunt and I, her nephew and that an aunt had rights on her nephews. Seeing that I remained unconvinced, she said that she would take off her clothes too, if I would agree to keep it our secret, and then we would both be on an equal footing. I agreed to keep it a secret. She closed her eyes and asked me to take off whichever of her clothes that I wanted and look at whatever I wanted to see! I needed no second invitation and I started clumsily unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her large voluptuous breasts encased in a sheer bra, the nipples indenting the cups. I looked upon those treasures for the first time in the light of day and feasted my eyes on them. Aunt Anjali opened her eyes, looked at me, and asked me gently why I had stopped. I put my arms around her back and groped for the fastening of her bra. Being the large woman that she was, in so doing, our chests touched and she let out a sigh. She hugged me to her ample bosom and ground her boobs into my chest. After a small struggle, I managed to open her bra and coming out of the hug, I slid the straps off her shoulders. What an erotic sight! Large conical breasts, the size of cantaloupes with dark, 2-inch areolas and large half-inch nipples leapt into view, released from their confinement. The nipples were erect and slightly shriveled, being wet. My aunt covered her boobs with her palms and asked me not to stare at them. I said that this was not fair since I had not covered up anything. She smilingly said, ‘The main part is still covered!’ I was embarrassed by this reference to my penis but at the same time was tickled by my aunt’s uninhibited sexy talk. I went for the drawstrings of her petticoat and pulled it loose, trying to slide it down her massive buttocks and thighs. I could not do it! She laughed at me and asked me to wait a moment. Pulling the skirt up, slowly revealing calves, knees, thighs and belly, she raised it over her head. As she was removing the garment, her face was covered and her boobs were swinging free. I playfully pinched her nipples and she shrieked. There she stood, a pair of white panties her only garment. She then asked me if she could remove my briefs but I insisted on removing her panties first. I knelt in front of her. I looked at her prominent panty covered cunt mound. The expected black patch was missing! Instead, I could only see a large pink protuberance. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and started lowering it. Her navel and then the pelvis and finally her unusually prominent mons revealed themselves. I stopped, entranced by the sight of my first cunt! Aunt Anjali decided that it was her turn to act shy and turning to face away from me, she raised her panties once again, giving me a momentary glimpse of her very large bottom before covering it up. For a moment, I felt like a child whose candy had been snatched away. ‘You are looking at everything before showing me anything,’ she complained. I did not know what to say or do so I got up and hugged her from the back, my painfully erect penis encountering her bulbous panty covered bottom. ‘I will show you everything you want to see, Aunt Anjali. I promise.’ I said as comfortingly as I could. My hands met her boobs and I pressed them into her chest. I pushed my cock into the crack of her ass, where it lodged itself comfortably. She did not protest but pushed back, allowing my cock better access. ‘And you will not talk to anyone about this?’ she asked. I assured her that my lips were sealed. I once again knelt, this time behind her, and lowered her panties quickly. I did not linger this time. As she stepped out of them, she raised her legs one after the other providing me with exciting glimpses of her outsized cunt lips. Too soon though, she lowered her leg and I found myself looking at her large butt again. For the very first time in my life, I was in the presence of a completely naked woman! She turned around very quickly and told me that it was my turn now. In a few short moments, my thick and long penis was swinging naked and pendulum-like in front of her. This was the first time that anyone had seen my penis like this, except for my unintentional exposure a few days earlier. ‘You are so large. You are larger than your uncle’, she said. ‘Does it often become like this’? She asked. I told her that of late, my penis was frequently and painfully swollen. ‘Do you do anything with it, then?’ she inquired. I said that I did not know what to do with it. ‘I can help you remove the swelling and the pain but you will have to keep your promise to never tell anyone that we ever did this. Otherwise, we will both lose our reputations,’ She said. I asked her to help me and she started to lead me into the bedroom. I followed. Aunt Anjali’s large and naked bottom swayed tantalizingly. As we passed by the bathroom, she asked me to pee. She led me in and holding my erect cock asked me to go right ahead. I could not do it initially and after much effort, a small stream jetted out and fell into the gutter, there being no pot. My penis lost some of its erection. The pale yellow stream slowly gathered strength and I started peeing forcefully. She was watching all this with great interest and very lightly varying the pressure on my penis, causing the stream to reduce and spurt. Some of the drops fell on her fingers but she did not seem to mind. My penis was now menacingly erect. For the first time since I had brown up, someone had seen me pee. As soon as I finished, she bent at the knees and squatted, facing me. I was finally going to see and hear what I had only heard before! She looked at me, transparent lust in her eyes and I realized that she wanted me to see her doing this! A sight was incredibly sexy. Her legs and knees were wide apart and her great cunt was in full view. With her fingers, she parted those thick lips and I could now see the pink interior of her cunt. A forceful stream flowed out, arcing into the air and falling a good three feet away. She placed a finger inside her large lips, and started rubbing even as hew pee flowed, making a yellow pool between us. She moaned loudly. My cock jerked to erection in no time and she raised a hand to hold it tightly, frigging it as she peed and rubber herself, all the while looking into my eyes. Her moaning had reached a crescendo and the acrid smell of urine was in the air. My aunt must have had a full bladder because her pee stream continued unabated for a couple more minutes. The foregoing sex play as we stripped, the sight of this adult woman intentionally showing herself to me as she urinated and rubbed herself, the moaning, the odor and the tight frigging of my virgin cock were too stimulating for me. I felt my vision blur and my muscles go weak. I started moaning loudly and before I could stop myself, ejaculated thick gobs of hot spunk all over her squatting body. The copious ejaculate landed on her hair, face, boobs, belly and even on her peeing cunt. As she watched the jets of semen fly, she rubbed herself harder and then her moans suddenly stopped. A look, almost of satisfaction, crossed her eyes and as her stream of pee reduced to a trickle and stopped, she let go of my cock, scooped up my come and licked it, never breaking her eye contact with me. ‘Thank you’, she said. To be continued... Please do not forget to vote and send me your feedback! Many thanks! Aunt Anjali Ch. 04 Author's note: For the sake of continuity, please read Aunt Anjali – Chapters 1, 2 and 3. My apologies for not completing this story earlier. Thank you for all the feedback, comments, requests, story ideas, encouragement and exhortations to complete the story. They have motivated me to continue. Keep 'em coming. I really do appreciate the time you take to give me your opinion. I love hearing from my readers. The more mischievous the better. Who knows where that might take us! Please send comments to the address in my profile. This is a true story with the names changed. Enjoy this continuation! * She wiped us both clean and dried our bodies from top to toe and we went to the bedroom. We lay down on the bed and I looked at her waiting for events to unfold. She looked at me and then putting her lips on mine, started kissing me passionately. I kissed her right back, rubbing my lips on hers. Her tongue pushed at my lips and after a few moments she asked me to open my mouth and let her tongue enter my mouth and put my tongue in her mouth. I complied and new thrills started coursing down my body as our tongues wrestled with each other. We hugged each other, rubbing our skins together, her nipples grazing my chest, my knee touching her plump mons and getting coated with the wet slime of her cunt juices. Our hands were all over each other's backs and our gentle caresses soon turned into the bunching of each other's flesh in our fists. I reached for her prize butt, pressing and shaping it and leaving my finger marks on its fair surface. I held each fat cheek in a hand. Then I parted them and let them fall in place together, looking over her shoulder at what I was doing. She kissed my nipples, then licked and sucked them. She took my penis into her palm and started frigging it. The feeling was wonderful. All these mutual explorations and ministrations soon had me erect again and my penis started poking her belly. There was lust but there was also affection. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in my heart. Of course there was also virgin curiosity on my part. I wanted to see and touch and experience this woman. Her feet patted mine. Her thighs rubbed mine. We relished the sensual contact of our skins. She smelled good to me and I was lost in the moment, oblivious to the world. In those moments, we belonged to each other. She put her hands on my head and started directing it downwards. I found myself looking at her breasts. She lifted the left one up with her hand and gripping it in her fist, she offered the nipple to me, pushing my head down. 'Suck', she said. I took the proffered nipple into my mouth and started sucking avidly. I coated it with my saliva and started pulling at it with my mouth. I periodically licked it with my tongue. I looked up and saw her staring at me with glassy eyes. Her eyes were clouded with lust and she pressed her boob into my mouth and said, 'Eat it. Bite it lightly'. I did. She pulled that boob away and moved my head to the other boob, scissoring the large, erect nipple between her fingers and spearing it aggressively into my mouth. She pulled my hand to the teat that my mouth had vacated and pressed my palm to it with her own. I must have sucked and pressed those large boobs one after the other for 20 minutes. Her nipples lengthened and darkened and became engorged. She cried out a couple of times and must have been hit by several small orgasms. She once again took my very erect penis into her hand and gripping it hard in her palm, started frigging it slowly. Taking my hand into hers, she led it to her abdominal area. I started moving it around in widening circles till I encountered her very prominent mound. Her hand covered mine and she helped my fingers part her thick vaginal outer lips. They were wet with her juices. My aunt was in heat! She took one of my fingers and showed me how to make an up and down movement in her vaginal furrow. On the top, she would use its point to stimulate her protruding clit. At the bottom, she would sink it into her hole. I continued my chewing on the nipples while frigging her cunt. A few more minutes and her grip on my virgin cock tightened and she cried out a few times. More small orgasms racked her body, 'I can not take all this play any longer. I need you in me. Fuck me. Fuck your Aunt Anjali.' She commanded me. And she moved her big, soft thighs apart and pulled me on top of her. As I lay on top, the hand gripping my cock, guided it into her furrow and she said, 'Push it in. Fill my cunt.' With several thrusts of my buttocks, I started entering her body, She was incredibly hot and wet. Her lips parted and my cock started entering her inch after inch. I was pushing and so was she. Her cunt was soft and her juice oily. Finally I was embedded in her all the way. She groaned and locked her meaty thighs around me. She started pressing my body into hers by gripping and loosening the grip of the thighs. Her cunt muscles seemed to tighten and loosen around my engorged shaft. I started pulling in and pushing out my cock and we were soon moving together in unison. Her large body heaved upwards in powerful thrusts and I repeatedly pulled my cock out all the way and sank my cock in all the way. I soon noticed her heaving boobs and could not resist taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking it. I was fucking for the first time ever! And that too, my own aunt Anjali whom I had lusted after for so many days now. I could never have dreamt that this would ever happen. Soon, the tempo of our fucking increased and after one last powerful heave, I thrust into her and emptied my boiling seed as deep as I could into her foaming cunt. My orgasm triggered hers and with loud cries, she lunged upwards and locked her thighs around me, drawing me even deeper into her. She was hit by spasms. We lay there naked, my body on hers, for several minutes. My cock slipped unwillingly out of her vagina leaking fluids on her outer lips. I lay by her side and we fell into a blissful slumber, both completely naked. I shall never forget this first fuck and Aunt Anjali will always remain alive in my memory as the woman at whose altar, I willingly sacrificed my virginity. * Send me your feedback if you want more stories. May be this true story could continue... All ideas, constructive criticism and comments welcomed. Correspondence from willing females in Western India (Gujarat and Maharashtra) is welcome! Aunt Anju I have always craved for sexy women and have had a special attraction for older women. I always look forward to family gatherings, as it gives me an opportunity to come close to my sexy aunts. My favorite aunt is Aunt Anju who is around 44 or 45. She is married to my uncle (mother's brother) Jaipratap Singh, who is a senior officer in the Army. My uncle is posted near the border and is usually away for long periods. Although Aunt Anju is at least about 12 years older to me, I have always been attracted by her. She is a very beautiful smart lady, and is tall, slim and has very sharp features. She always stays fit and maintains her figure. She takes a lot of care of herself; she dyes her hair, treats her hands and feet to make them always look luscious. She always dresses up properly, and usually wears clothes that accentuate her height and her curves. I specially find her long slender legs and firm curvaceous butts very sexy. Her boobs are not very large, but they are round and firm, and she has wide hips that sway sexily as she walks. Mrs Anju Singh is always very friendly to me, and on occasions like birthdays and festivals instead of giving a short peck, I have deliberately kissed her for a few seconds longer. I have a few times placed my hand on her thighs as if to help myself stand up, or deliberately kept touching her bare arm or hand for a few seconds longer than required. I am sure she must have noticed and secretly accepted my special attention. I have always thought of Aunt Anju as a hot woman, hungry for sex. As my uncle is away most of the time and their children are in boarding schools, she is usually alone at their home in Delhi. Once I was surprised to meet her at a party hosted by my boss. It seemed my boss's wife was her school classmate. Anju looked very sexy in a pink sari and a very thin blouse through which I could make out her lacy bra. I noticed she had been drinking wine, and saw her on the dance floor flirting seductively with some guys. After the party she asked me to give her a lift back to her home. This was what I had always dreamed and longed for. When we reached her place my Aunt urged me to come inside for a drink, and so I followed her to the living room. I took off my coat and tie. She took out a bottle of white wine from the bar, and I helped her open the bottle and pour the drink for both of us. She then put on some soft music, closed all the curtains, took off her spectacles and asked me to dance with her. I then got the feeling that tonight my Aunt Anju had more than just some drinks to offer me. As we danced I looked into her eyes and caressed the part of her naked back between her blouse and sari, and I grabbed her butt and pressed her closer to me, and I made sure she felt my slowly developing hard-on. I then kissed her softly first on her cheeks, and as we got more aroused, passionately on the lips and mouth. Anju had soft thin lips, and I enjoyed playing with her tongue. My sexy aunt then pulled me to the big sofa and unbuttoned my shirt and I too started fondling her breasts and stroking her thighs. She also had her hands all over me, and she deliberately pulled her sari a few inches up to show her white stockinged legs and high heels. I then said, " Anju Auntie, I find you very sexy and want to make love with you tonight." She replied, " Viru Darling, I feel very sexy tonight. Please take me upstairs to the bedroom and just fuck me hard." As we climbed the stairs, I put my arms around her and kept kissing her. In the bedroom she first took off her sari and blouse. As I took off my trousers and briefs, she was quick to grab my erect penis. The sight of her wrists full of bangles, and her finger with her wedding ring busy caressing my cock was exciting. We sat on her master bed and I unhooked her bra and gently cupped and fondled her breasts and softly pinched her nipples. I sucked on her boobs and licked her nipples. As she was enjoying the sensation, she continued stroking my penis. I then untied the lace of her petticoat, and she slid it off from herself. I then took off her stilettos and then her white silk stockings slowly one by one. I enjoyed caressing her legs and feet. I found my aunt's red nail-polished toes and feet very sexy, and noticed that she was wearing a ring on her second toe, which was longer than her big toe. I have always found this very sexy, so I sucked and licked her feet, and she thoroughly enjoyed my attention. I massaged and lovingly caressed Anju's long sexy legs and inner thighs. I then pulled her white lace panties down, and was delighted to see her beautiful pussy. I tickled her labia and outer cunt lips, massaged her pussy and gently inserted a finger inside her slightly wet cunt, and fingered her all over inside her tight cunt. At the same time I sucked her boobs and kissed her on the mouth from time to time. Anju started moaning when I sucked her nipples and tickled her enlarged clitoris with my finger at the same time. She was definitely now in the mood as she then turned over to a sixty-nine position and took my penis in her mouth and licked it from top to hilt with her tongue. It was such a nice feeling with her tongue and lips all over my penis. I asked my sexy aunt what she thought of my cock. She answered, "It's long, hard and very thick." I had to stop her from time to time as it tickled me uncontrollably. I then said, "Yeah auntie suck my cock harder." Anju started sucking and licking my cock faster and faster. I then licked her cunt and spread her cunt open with my fingers and put my tongue slowly inside her cunt. I licked all over her pussy and when I found her clitoris, I licked it with the tip of my tongue. My aunt must have been busy the whole day, as I noticed a strong vaginal smell. But I sort of liked that too. I then made my aunt lie on her back, as I climbed on her and continued kissing and caressing her boobs. As I was kissing and sucking her nipples, her Mangalsutra (wedding necklace) came on the way. I pushed it slightly up, to which auntie smiled and asked, "How does it feel to fuck someone else's wife?" I replied, "Just great Anju. Specially one as sexy and as mature as you." I then placed my cock on her cunt, and asked her, "Auntie, guide my cock inside your pussy." She grabbed my cock and placed my cock head at the entrance of her cunt, and I then gently pushed it in slightly. Anju was still holding my cock at the hilt, so she then wiggled my cock with her finger further inside and around her cunt as if it was a dildo. I rhythmically fucked her with slow gentle pushes of my cock all the way from the entrance of her cunt to her deep inner sanctum. Anju closed her eyes in ecstasy, and exclaimed, " Darling, fuck your auntie hard with your big naughty cock." I then picked up the tempo and took faster strokes. She reciprocated by pushing her hips and cunt closer in the same rhythm. We were both enjoying ourselves. I kept on fucking her. I slowed down a little and then picked up again, slowed down a little and picked up again. Auntie moaned and when she started being sexually satisfied she exclaimed, "Yeah, that's the way Viru. Faster and deeper with your thick cock. I am cumming." As I continued making love, I kissed Anju and caressed her boobs. I told her, " My sexy auntie, I have wanted to fuck you like this for so long. You are the sexiest woman I have ever fucked. Anju, you are so beautiful and you have such a sexy body." She then said, "Yeah Viru, that's the way. Fuck me faster my dear Viru. Faster. Yeah deeper all the way Viru." Anju auntie then asked me to suck her boobs as we were fucking. She murmured and panted in satisfaction, "Umm ahh yeah oohh Umm Yeah Yeah that's the way." I ejaculated more than twice inside her. With my softened penis still partially inside her I kissed her on the mouth passionately, and told her, "Anju Auntie, I love you. Please let me be your secret lover for ever." She hugged me tight and said, " My dear Viru, of course. I am usually alone in this big house. I was lonely and I wanted someone like you. Fuck me like this and, I am always yours." Just then the phone started ringing. I turned to the side, and auntie stood up and went to pick up the phone. It was Uncle Jaipratap. Anju then sat down on the sofa next to the phone. I felt sort of guilty, but I also got a nice sexy feeling when I heard Auntie talking with Uncle without giving away anything. I also stood up and sat down next to my naked auntie. I put my arms around her and started caressing her boobs and thighs as she was talking intimately with her husband. I put my cheeks next to hers and I could hear my Uncle lovingly talk with his wife, totally oblivious to the fact that his nephew was in the middle of a sexual sojourn with his lovely sexy wife. Auntie started stroking my penis, and she repositioned slightly to enable me to finger her again, as she was talking. After Anju hung up the phone, she came on my lap facing me and straddled me. I stretched myself slightly lower on the sofa, so that it was easier for her to lower her cunt onto my penis. I then sucked on her boobs as she started jumping on top of me with renewed enthusiasm. Her phone call with Uncle must have made her even kinkier, and she became wild with sexual desire for me. I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up and down on my lap in consonance to her pace. She was enjoying herself very much as my cock went all the way inside her, and she could satisfy herself as she desired. We then shifted to the bed again, and Auntie lay face down and lifted her butt up a bit and asked me to take her doggy style. I put myself on top of her and inserted my cock inside her wet cunt and continued banging her. I squeezed my hands beneath her and grabbed both her breasts and played with her nipples. We both came almost together after some time. I then reclined to my side and spooned her and again inserted my cock inside her from behind and kept embracing her and holding her boobs. It was an awesome feeling to touch all parts of my sexy Aunt Anju's body intimately like this. Aunt Anju said that she had a very nice time and thoroughly enjoyed herself. We were both totally satisfied sexually, and we fell asleep sometime after that entwined in each other's arms. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 01 This is my first attempt at writing in the first person. Firstly I thought that as there are a number of characters in the story, it would simplify who was being described. Secondly I thought it might lend a slightly more intense air to it. It is most certainly NOT autobiographical! IMPORTANT -- AS WITH SOME OF MY OTHER STORIES THIS IS AN INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER THAT MAINLY SETS THE SCENE -- PLEASE BEAR THIS IN MIND IF VOTING OR COMMENTING. ____________________ My name is James. I was twenty-two years old at the time and had just completed my second year at college. I had agreed to visit my Aunt Anne for a couple of weeks (but I managed to spin it out to three for reasons that will soon be apparent!) She was my dad's forty-two year-old sister and had recently moved house. I had agreed to do some odd jobs around the place for her. She always tended to spoil me a bit and I enjoyed her company; she is chatty and has a good sense of humour. She was always fairly tactile with me, but in a maternal sort of way rather than a sexual one. In fact I had never considered my aunt in a sexual way at all until that summer. She was attractive enough -- tallish and quite slim, (a UK dress size 14 as I discovered when secretly inspecting her clothes on the clothes maiden) with a well-toned body and strong-looking legs that no doubt came from her membership of the local riding school. However, she usually wore clothes that were unflattering and often showed little fashion sense. Some of her clothes were not just unfashionable, they were a positive turn-off. For example she had some dresses and tops with big brash floral designs. Also, whilst I don't have a fetish about big breasts, I always preferred at least a reasonably sized pair. Aunt Anne was not very well favoured in that department. I reckoned that they must only be A-cup in size. The way she dressed made it worse. She tended to wear tops or dresses that hung quite loosely, no doubt to avoid drawing attention to her flattish chest, but the loose cut tended to make her seem more shapeless rather than less. My latest girlfriend had finished with me a few months earlier. I'd had a number of girlfriends, some more serious than others. But to be honest I had always had a thing for older women. It probably arose from my attending an all boys' school. My first awakening was to women rather than girls my own age. But as I say, until that summer I had never thought of Aunt Anne in a sexual way at all. ____________________ We got on well for the first few days of my stay, but on the fourth evening disaster struck. Aunt Anne had gone up to bed early and I had stayed in the lounge. I made sure that I waited a good twenty minutes or so. Then as quietly as I could I rolled one of the armchairs closer to the television, plugged in my headphones and loaded one of my porn DVDs into the player. I decided to build up slowly to my favourite scene in a "milf" DVD, so to begin with I watched a chapter from a student-life porn movie. The scene I chose featured a pert-breasted female student giving her boyfriend oral sex when her busty housemate walked in on them and asked if she could join in. I rubbed myself through my trousers as I watched. After watching that scene I changed to my favourite DVD. I always chuckled when the opening disclaimer stated that all who featured in it were at least eighteen years old at the time of filming. All the women were in fact at least, and very evidently, easily twice that age! I watched part of the first chapter then skipped to my most watched one. It had fewer exaggerated moans and groans than the others. This was part of the reason I preferred it. The other was that she was naturally busty, with slightly sagging breasts that showed no surgical scars. I should say that I've nothing against enhanced boobs, it's just that I prefer the way natural ones move. I imagine that enhanced ones feel less natural to the touch, as well. I wouldn't know. Anyway -- then it happened. My headphones had blocked out all other sound. Aunt Anne had come downstairs for a drink of water but came into the lounge to check on me (after all, it was gone midnight). My hand was inside my trousers and, although I was not too far gone, I could not both withdraw it and kill the power to the television quickly enough. I whipped off the headphones and switched the television off, but my aunt -- my dad's sister! -- had already seen what was on the screen -- and my self-pleasuring hand down inside my trousers. I wished the ground could open up and swallow me. I blushed bright red and hung my head in shame, but not before I saw her look at the DVD cases on the floor beside my chair. She shook her head in disbelief. "Bloody hell, James! Bloody hell! I... I'm surprised at you! Bloody hell!" was all she said. I started to blurt out an apology and an attempted, stammered excuse, but she had already headed out of the door to go back upstairs. I glanced at her long, ivory, satin nightdress. It swished enticingly against the backs of her thighs and hung deliciously over her shapely backside as she left the room. Suddenly I had noticed her. I had sexually NOTICED her. She made no mention of it the next day. I almost wished that she would, to give me chance to clear the air, but I lacked the courage to raise the matter myself and felt that if she did not raise it, it was better left alone. After that I contented myself with watching my porn on my laptop in my room after she had retired for the night. Then the thoughts started. I wished they hadn't, but they had, and it was hard to stop them. And I found that I didn't really want to. I began to think of Aunt Anne in her sexy nightdress, and the fleeting glimpse of her ample, shapely bum under the thin, shiny fabric. I wished I had got a glance of her small breasts through it, and wondered what they would look like naked. I began to think of her dressing and undressing on the other side of the wall that separated her from me. I began to fantasise about her walking in on me again and asking if she could put her hand inside my trousers and bring me off as I watched my porn. I began to watch the scene in the movie that I had usually skipped until then. It featured a slimmish, small-breasted woman with a young lad of a similar age to me. Despite berating myself with all sorts of abusive names, I found myself blocking out the woman's face and imagining that the mature, small-breasted body was my aunt's. And -- I'm ashamed to admit -- I found myself masturbating to the very explicit sight of my "aunt" having sex with a lad my own age. Of course, in my imagination the bloke in the movie was me. I freely admit that it felt terribly dirty and shameful. And I should say that, of course, if I had chosen to, I could have stopped entertaining such thoughts. But I was enjoying my growing fixation upon my aunt. The mere fact of being alone with her in the house took on an erotic significance. I was almost painfully aware that only a thin wall and a few yards separated us when one of us was dressing or undressing. One night when I was lying on my bed jacking off to naughty mental images of her, it suddenly occurred to me that I was doing so in very close proximity to her. She was lying on her bed just six feet or so from where I lay masturbating to thoughts of her, with just that wall between us. Guilt and shame made me start to go limp. But then -- I'm ashamed to admit it but would plead that it's simply an indication of how fixated I was becoming -- that very thought started to make me hard again. And -- I know this sounds pathetic as well as obscene -- I found myself shuffling onto my side to face to the dividing wall, as if secretly facing my dad's sister. And I brought myself off in that position. Quickly. And copiously. When she was out at work I longed to rummage through her wardrobe and her dressing table, but was too afraid of being spotted by a neighbour. I contented myself with admiring and stroking her clean clothes on the clothes maiden downstairs where she left them to air off before ironing them. ____________________ Over the following few days I started to feel a bit strained when I was with Aunt Anne. Embarrassment at having been caught jacking off haunted me. The mere fact of being alone with her was both embarrassing and arousing. Added to this was the fact that I had started jacking off to mental images of her in her sexy ivory nightdress. I wondered whether she was conscious of my blossoming awareness of her and desire for her. If she was, she didn't show any sign. Something else happened. It may have been coincidence, but three days after that Aunt Anne wore a black skirt and a closer fitting top for work. The top wasn't really tight or low cut. But it did show the shape of her small breasts. I found it hard not to keep looking. I was fascinated by the small, rounded orbs and by the outline of her bra through the pink top. The smallness of her breasts meant that virtually no cleavage was visible above the neckline. This made it almost a challenge to me to try to spot it. I tried to be discreet, but it seemed when she was kneeling down to lift the washing from the washing machine that she spotted me a couple of times. But she gave no sign of embarrassment or anger and said nothing. The risk had been worth taking. I had managed three brief glimpses of the greater part of one little orb inside her bra. As well as her enthralling small breasts there had also been the sight of her lovely legs. Due to her horse riding they were well toned rather than thin. They looked strong. And they were long, too. The next day, she mentioned a party that some friends of hers were having that coming Saturday, and asked if I would like to go with her. I tried to sound enthusiastic, but the truth was that, whilst not exactly reclusive, I don't really enjoy parties where I don't know anybody -- especially if, as this one sounded, there would be nobody my own age there. Intriguingly, she seemed rather evasive about the whole thing, simply saying that it was more of a social evening than a party, with just six people present. She said she was sure I would enjoy the company of her friends. Oddly she seemed both a bit embarrassed and a bit amused as she said it. I asked no more about it. ____________________ When the evening came around I got ready and waited downstairs. Aunt Anne eventually appeared and I got quite a shock. She was wearing an orangey-red dress that reached her knees. Unusually for her, it fitted her quite tightly. It hugged her narrow hips and flat belly, and its tightness made appealing creases radiate diagonally down over her stomach and hips from where the material was gathered in at the waist. As she moved, her tight dress stretched and tautened sensually across her body. The movement of her thighs was restricted by the length and tightness of her dress, causing her to walk in a slightly exaggerated and mincing way, and the fabric clung fleetingly to her crotch and thighs in a very enticing way as she did so. Her face was made up, but subtly, and looked quite natural, and her dark-straw coloured hair was held up on her head in a large grip. I had already "noticed" her several days earlier, but now she actually looked hot! Her legs were bare and her red stilettos emphasised her their well-toned shape and the movement of her hips deliciously. Tonight the small size and the shape of her small breasts were clearly shown by her dress. The neckline was cut quite low, but she showed no cleavage due to the smallness of her boobs. She was obviously wearing a bra, maybe even one that pushed her small breasts up and made them look a bit bigger than they really were. Her collarbone showed quite prominently and her skin was pale. The sight was enthralling. I struggled to tear my eyes away. She must have noticed, as she was beaming at me. Her eyes were bright, and emphasised by her subtle eyeliner and mascara. She had a carrier bag in her hand. "Wow, Auntie -- you look -- lovely," I said fumblingly. I knew that I was blushing. She smiled. "Thanks, love. You look good in that black shirt -- if I was twenty years younger I'd say you looked hot, in fact! Anyway -- shall we go?" "Yes, Auntie, fine." She picked up another bag she had filled earlier with some party snack foodstuff but only a couple of cartons of fresh fruit juice. I realised that she could not really drink alcohol as she would be driving, but it seemed a bit odd to be taking so little. Still, I reasoned, there were only to be six of us. I stepped outside ahead of her and glanced at her again as she locked the door of the house behind them. I admired the subtle curves of her waist and hips, and the contours of her shapely backside. Again I glanced at the way her dress moved against her, and as she drove I found it impossible to resist glancing from time to time at her neckline, her small boobs, and the folds of her dress across her lap. During the journey -- which lasted about half an hour -- I hoped she didn't notice my hard-on, though a couple of times her glance seemed to drop to it. Although it was summer, it was proving to be a typical British summer. Several days of sun were due to be followed by a week of "unsettled" weather. In weather forecast-speak this usually meant persistent rain (and often wind as well) -- "settled" bad weather in fact! It was drizzling as we set off and raining steadily after about ten minutes. _________________________ We drove through the town where Aunt Anne's friends lived and to the suburbs on the south side. They lived on the edge of the town on a short road of impressive detached houses. We pulled into the drive and dashed to the door to escape the rain, which had now become heavy. A woman in her mid forties and about five feet three or four inches tall answered the door and let us in. Aunt Anne introduced her to me as Lucy, and introduced me to her. The two women smiled, a little conspiratorially I thought, as my aunt brandished one of the carrier bags in her hand and went up the stairs. Lucy, our host, showed me into the lounge. There was a large coffee table, but apart from a bottle of wine, a few cans, a jug of fresh orange juice and some glasses there was no other booze there, and hardly any food. It looked as if it was going to be an even more boring evening than I had suspected. I wondered whether I was going to have endless holiday photos inflicted upon me. Although it was now raining hard outside, it was still far from dark, yet the vertical blinds were closed and the room was softly lit by a couple of lamps. The carpet and the furniture looked expensive. The other odd thing was that in the middle of the coffee table there was a folded piece of paper and two dice, ordinary, board-game type. I groaned inwardly. It looked as though there was going to be some kind of party game, especially as one die was pink and the other blue. I don't mind some party games, but, let's be honest, others are downright dull or else embarrassing -- especially with people you don't know and without a reasonable amount of drink to loosen your inhibitions. Another couple was present, Caroline and Jack. They too looked to be in their mid-forties. We all made small talk for a while. Aunt Anne came into the lounge. Again the atmosphere seemed a little strange, and all present -- except me -- seemed to exchange some knowing glances. My aunt arranged the snacks on the coffee table. I felt uncomfortable. Caroline had light blond wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. She was busty -- I guessed a DD or maybe even an E. She had a soft provincial accent and laughed quietly but frequently. She was wearing a tight, pale blue jersey dress that, like my aunt's, hugged her hips and belly. But although she was bustier and curvier, with wider hips and a slightly plumper stomach than my aunt, she was not much bigger overall, and she was by o means overweight. As I looked closer I guessed that she was probably in fact in her late, not mid-, forties. She showed an inch or so of cleavage above her dress, and I found myself glancing again and again at the rise and fall of her ample breasts under her tight dress. I could just make out her nipples through the soft-looking fabric. To my horror I felt the early stages of my hard-on returning. Like my aunt, her legs were bare. And, a littler like Aunt Anne's, they weren't skinny -- nor fat. Lucy had a nondescript accent, but she did have a mannerism that, whilst undoubtedly subconscious, struck me as very erotic. From time to time she would lick her lips, especially if she spoke for several sentences without interruption. Like all mannerisms, once I noticed it became hard not to, and I found my eyes drawn to the movement of her mouth whenever she spoke. Her shoulder-length hair was dark and slightly wavy, natural and in fact bordering on the slightly untidy. Her lips were thin and she wore a mid-pink lip gloss. Her eyes were blue and piercing. She was wearing a red satin blouse and a black skirt that reached half-way down her slender thighs. She was fairly slim with modest sized breasts, I reckoned B-cup. She sat with her leg crossed; her exposed lower thigh looked good in sheer black nylon. If it had been a warmer evening she would no doubt have been bare-legged like my aunt and Caroline. I found my gaze being drawn to her shapely, slender legs, and their sheer black covering made them more appealing. The top two buttons of her blouse were unfastened and just the top of her cleavage was revealed. Also her blouse gaped open slightly between the buttons, giving glimpses of pale bare skin. It was only the skin of her abdomen and a little of her breasts, but it seemed inviting and enticing. Or maybe it says more about my wandering eyes, even where women twice my age were concerned. To my surprise and embarrassment both Lucy and Caroline made a lot of eye contact with me and sometimes even seemed to be running their eyes over me. I felt uncomfortable, and was sure I must be imagining it -- too much porn must be making me read too much into harmless and friendly glances, I thought. After all, Lucy's husband, Bill, was in the room with her, and so was Jack, Caroline's partner. But then again -- though I thought I must be imagining it -- Bill's eyes seemed to be roving over Caroline and Jack's eyes over Lucy -- and doing so overtly. It all seemed very confusing and weird -- and, frankly, disturbing, too. Aunt Anne sat beside me. I was very conscious of her nearness in that sexy dress, and felt a twinge in my trousers as a result. Bill and Jack also seemed to be eyeing up my Aunt Anne -- without even pretending to be discreet. I realise that this all sounds very naive of me. But it was unprecedented, and don't forget that one of the other five people present was my own aunt and that the remaining four were friends of hers -- and apparently very respectable ones at that. Bill got up and asked who wanted a drink. Everyone else opted for fruit juice and I felt obliged to do the same. FRUIT JUICE! Great, I thought! This looked like being quite some party! He looked at me and smiled. "Has your Aunt Anne explained about our little parties, James?" he asked me. I felt stupid. "No. She just said we were coming across to your house for a party, but that it was more of a social evening," I replied nervously. "Social evening. Er, yes," Bill repeated. He seemed nervous, too. "Social evening -- yes, that's a reasonable way to describe it..." I began to feel more uneasy. Lucy looked rather embarrassed and Caroline and Jack tried to stifle laughter. Bill smiled again. "Er... ever heard of SWINGING, James?" "I er... yes." A shock wave ran through me, and I felt myself flush and feel hot as my aunt's evasiveness, the strange atmosphere and suggestive looks began to fall into place. I felt both excited and scared. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 01 "Well, that's what we do, " Bill continued. "We spend the evening together and pair off. There are three double bedrooms upstairs, but we always break the ice down here." I looked across at my aunt. She smiled at me. Caroline and Lucy also smiled. My mind was in a spin. "Sorry I didn't say. I... I thought after -- you know, the other night -- are you up for it, James?" Aunt Anne asked. "I.. er..." I was embarrassed and, having been caught completely by surprise, I felt stupid, too. Her oblique reference to having caught me masturbating was especially embarrassing. With a shudder I looked at her, wondering whether it would be on the agenda for me to partner her. The thought filled me both with dread and with a sudden illicit excitement that surprised me as I glanced at her little breasts under her tight, flame-red dress. Bill spoke again. "Obviously we swap partners but don't partner up with our own -- there's no point. We can have sex with our partners any time. So don't worry, we wouldn't expect you and... well, you know. Anyway I'll put a video on -- to get us all in the mood..." he blustered. The video was a soft-core movie of couples in a room kissing and lightly caressing then swapping partners. There was no speech, only music. Aunt Anne got up and walked across the room, taking Caroline's place with Jack. Caroline took Lucy's place, sitting on the arm of the sofa beside Bill, and Lucy came and sat beside me. My heart was beating. She crossed her thigh artificially high in an obvious attempt to force her skirt to glide high up. I looked down at the retreated hem of her skirt. I could barely believe what I saw -- the top of a stocking and a patch of pale bare skin between it and her skirt hem. Her legs looked very alluring in the shiny black nylon, and the lace trim of her stockings drew my eye. I looked away, conscious that her husband Bill was in the room. I admit to feeling aroused, but to be truthful at this stage I was more embarrassed then excited. Across the room Caroline smiled at me, fingering her necklace above her cleft. Under her tight dress her ample breasts rose and fell erotically, though their movement was clearly restricted by a bra. Lucy reached out and took my hand in hers. Her hand was small and her skin was warm and soft. I was dreadfully conscious of her wedding ring. She began to talk in a subdued voice that I presume the others couldn't hear for the music on the DVD. "Don't be shy, James. You'll be all right with me, love. I'm gentle but I'm also very experienced... and very naughty!" Caroline is quite something too -- I mean..." She gave another little lick of her lips then leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, caressing my cheek with her hand. Her perfume was strong, and probably expensive. Her other hand still held mine and she placed it on her thigh. I looked again at her wedding ring and glanced across at her husband, Bill. Lucy lowered her voice. "You'd love Caroline, too. She's really sweet. And -- be honest -- wouldn't you just love to bury your face in her bust? Hmmm?" Although my hand was on his wife's thigh, Bill smiled reassuringly at me as he fondled Caroline's generous orbs through her dress. I looked at Lucy's lean, firm-looking thigh under the palm of my hand. The nylon of her stocking was sheer and warm. My hand was perspiring. I gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. It was indeed firm and it felt lovely through the warm, slippery nylon. I found it hard to look away from the lacy stockingtop and the pale bare skin of her thigh above it. Across the room Aunt Anne stood up and sat across Jack's lap. She also smiled across at me. I watched Jack kiss her on the cheek and throat. I saw Caroline, his partner, watching him keenly, too, as he lightly stroked my aunt's thigh through her red dress. I felt perverted -- but thrilled -- to be watching my own aunt in this way. Her lack of inhibition before me was illicit and arousing. Lucy's husband Bill sat on the arm of the chair and Caroline sat on its seat. I saw Bill reach down to her ripe breasts and seek her nipples through her blue, tight, jersey dress. Bill looked across at me and winked. Then he looked at his wife Lucy, whose thigh I was fondling. He nodded and smiled, then stooped to kiss Caroline on the mouth. She stroked his thigh. Bill cupped her breast and rolled it round. I saw Lucy's gaze follow mine to her husband's hands fondling her friend's ample orbs. A twinge of lust came over me as we all watched each other's partners receiving and giving caresses and kisses. Moreover we were all enjoying BEING watched BY our partners. For me of course there was an added taboo. One of the women I was watching was part of my own family, my dad's sister, and she was watching me fondling her friend's thigh. And despite my presence she made no attempt to discourage Jack from slipping his hand up her dress hem to caress her own knee and lower thigh. Bill spoke again. He drank some of his fruit juice and I saw him pop half a blue pill down with it. I was a bit concerned at this - I am strongly against drug taking. Bill chuckled. "Don't worry, pal!" he said. "It's just a viagra. I'm not impotent by any means, but - well, it's going to be a long evening if you take my meaning!" I nodded. I did take his meaning. "How do you feel about it, James?" he asked. "Are you up for it? It would be a shame to be left out while the rest of us romp upstairs. And five would be an odd number. But don't feel pressured. We've managed before with odd numbers -- a twosome and a threesome. Or even one group of five..." The others -- including Aunt Anne -- exchanged knowing glances and laughed. I blushed and my groin witched at the thought of Aunt Anne indulging in group sex. Lucy uncrossed her leg and twisted sideways. She rested her legs over my lap. I felt their weight gently pressing on me, and their warmth through my trousers. Her hand caressed my chest through my shirt. She smiled at me with her narrow-lipped mouth. I saw Jack pop half a blue pill as well. He grinned at me as I watched him. "You should try half a one yourself, mate!" he confided. It's not just for men of a certain age, you know. Even porn stars use them to er... to help keep them hard!" Then he kissed my aunt on the cheek and neck. His hand stroked her collarbone and slid slowly down and rested on her small breast, stroking it gently through her red dress. I felt my erection harden. A pang of guilt gripped me as I realised the cause of my arousal. An accusing voice in my head told me I was a sick pervert, because a part of me was wishing that it was me, not Jack, who was touching her. I switched my gaze to the video. On the screen two couples were now on the floor. One woman's skirt was high and she and her partner rolled tenderly from side to side, kissing and snogging. The other bloke lay on his back and the woman was kneeling astride him, rocking up and down on him as he groped her breasts through her blouse. I only glanced at the video briefly though. The reality around me was far more stimulating. I felt my heartbeat quicken. Aunt Anne smiled encouragingly as Lucy nudged my hand up and down her firm thigh. I felt terribly, yet deliciously self-conscious to be doing so while Lucy's husband and my aunt looked on. At the same time my guilt and excitement fed my erection. And as it grew it pressed against the back of Lucy's firm thigh. She felt it and pushed down against it in subtle, gentle movements. She raised her eyebrows, flicked her slightly untidy dark brown hair, and gave a few knowing little "Hmmm!" grunts of approval. My gaze was drawn back to my aunt. Jack was now nuzzling her throat and the skin between it and her neckline. He kissed along the neckline, and I watched, shocked yet enthralled by the sight of my aunt's high-mounted breasts being fondled and kneaded through her dress. She caressed her companion's scalp and back, and kissed the top of his balding head. He gave a few low murmurs of delight. Lucy kissed me on the mouth and moulded her thin lips against mine. She tasted sweet. I reciprocated and in response to her soft whimpers of pleasure and encouragement I gave several soft grunts and sighs. Lucy's lips parted and she glided her tongue over my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed her to run her lithe, teasing, unfaithful tongue across my teeth. I glanced across at Bill, her husband. He winked at me again, then devoted his attention once more to Caroline's ripe breasts. I couldn't bring myself to tease her tongue with mine, though, in her husband's presence. Somehow it seemed too intimate, an act for lovers. I knew my face was flushed bright red. I felt stupid. Stupid and embarrassed -- but highly aroused too. Lucy cooed softly. I stroked and kneaded her firm, nylon clad thigh, halting for a moment as I saw my aunt watching, but she smiled approvingly. Across the room Jack had slid his hand up Aunt Anne's aunt's dress hem. Her dress tented rudely as he fondled her lower thighs. I watched the enticing movement of the fabric as it betrayed his exploration of her lower thighs. I suddenly found myself half-wishing that I was him -- but in private, not with others watching me groping my own aunt, of course. I felt dirty but excited to be entertaining such thoughts, and struggled to dismiss them. Lucy took my other hand in hers and cupped it over her breast. I looked down at her wedding ring, then I glanced guiltily across at her husband, but his gaze was fixed on Caroline's ripe breasts. Lucy's orb gave way slightly through the slippery fabric of her red blouse and through her bra. She chewed my ear. "What do you think, James, love? Are you up for it? Fancy making love? Or just a hard dirty fuck -- or both? Whatever you like. I love both. So does Caroline. Hmmm?" I could hardly believe what I was hearing from this apparently respectable friend of my aunt -- and in earshot of her husband. With a churning in my stomach I wondered whether my Aunt Anne had a preference for love-making or a hard fuck. I half hoped that Lucy would tell me, but deep down of course I didn't want to go there. Lucy squeezed my hand so that it kneaded her breast. It yielded arousingly. She licked inside my ear and whispered. "Squeeze that titty, love... ooh yes, like that, like that, that's it! I just KNOW you'd like to get your hands on it... and your mouth... and on Caroline's big juicy ones, too..." I glanced across at Caroline and at Bill, Lucy's husband. The tightness of Caroline's blue dress made it stretch with sensual stretches and creases across her. Bill was kissing her lightly-lined neck and running his hands over her big, succulent orbs through her soft-looking dress. Everyone was glancing at them, including his wife, Lucy -- even as she urged me to squeeze her breasts through her blouse -- and Jack, Caroline's partner was watching eagerly, too. I found myself hoping I would go with Caroline, despite her age of approaching fifty. She wasn't fat, but she did have a voluptuous curvy figure. I loved the look of her breasts, and the rest of her looked very appealing too in her tight dress. Lucy was okay but I longed to bury my face in Caroline's ample bosom, and she was facially more attractive and slightly smarter, too. Now one of Bill's hands was down inside her dress and was fondling her ample breast. I saw his wife, Lucy, stare intently at them. Lucy nudged my hand inside her skirt. I stroked her thighs, but half-heartedly due to my embarrassment. But as with my aunt's dress, Lucy's skirt looked very erotic as it tented and ballooned over my hand. I looked across again to Aunt Anne. She was cooing softly as she cradled Jack's head to her little breasts, kneading his scalp and the nape of his neck with her fingers. She caught my gaze grinned and gave me a thumbs-up gesture. Her gaze rested on my hand as I fondled Lucy's lean thighs inside the hem of her skirt. I made myself look away from her and over to Caroline. She was watching her partner Jack as he groped my aunt up her dress. I cupped Lucy's breast, feeling very conspicuous as her husband Bill looked across. He smiled at me, though, and raised his thumb in approval as my aunt had, then resumed fondling Caroline's breasts through her dress. He was rubbing his fingers across them. Her nipples began to respond and to jut against her soft, jersey dress. I stared in delight. At the same time I felt Lucy's nipple tauten through her blouse and teased it with my fingertip and nail. She murmured encouragingly, "Oooh yes, love, that's nice!" I felt her hand on my thigh and looked down, focussing on her wedding ring as her cuckolding hand caressed me. Her hand slid higher to my crutch and kneaded it firmly through my trousers. I groaned and squeezed her breast more firmly in response. She kissed me on the mouth and whimpered in my ear. I groaned again as she kneaded my balls through my trousers. Bill looked across at me while continuing to knead Caroline's breast. "Shall I take it that you want to join our little club, James?" I knew my face was flushed. I hesitated for a moment, but my mind was really made up now. Without looking across the room I nodded. "Shake the dice, Anne," he said. Aunt Anne slid off Jack's knee and stood up. We all watched her step to the coffee table. Her slinky dress creased and rippled across her hips and midriff alluringly. She stood with her back to me and her dress rode up the backs of her legs to just above her knees. I couldn't resist looking at her strong looking legs below her dress hem, and her lovely backside under the scarlet fabric. She unfolded a piece of paper, then shook the pink die in her hand and rolled it onto the table. "Number One," she called, then, looking at the paper read out, "Lucy..." She picked up the blue die and rolled it in the palm of her hand. "Will partner..." Bill interjected. My aunt rolled the die onto the table. The dice was clearly a random way of selecting who would partner whom for the evening. I couldn't decide whether it was exciting or corny. "Number four," she said, then looked at the paper. "Er... Bill..." "Shake again, Anne," he said jovially. "We can't fuck our own partners -- no novelty value at all. Shake again, love!" The pupils of Lucy's piercing blue eyes seemed dilated with intense excitement, and again she made that erotic little lip-lick. Aunt Anne scooped the die into her hand, then rolled it again. "Three..." She checked the sheet. I willed it to correspond to Jack's name so that I could partner Caroline. "Er... James. Lucy will partner James -- for the FIRST session." Lucy gave a little squeal of delight. I hoped my slight disappointment wouldn't show. "Great! I get the young stud!" she laughed. And she gave the top of my thigh a squeeze. I smiled at her politely. The truth was that it felt rather nasty to be allocated to someone for sex at the random throw of dice. Also, I was slightly disappointed not to be allocated to "partner" Caroline. "Right," announced Bill. "Lucy partners James -- for round one, anyway. We change partners later, James, so you can give Caroline a good seeing-to later on. That means -- process of elimination and given that we don't go with our own partners -- that I get to go with the lovely Caroline and Jack gets the hot Anne. All we need to decide now is which room we each use. You roll the die for this, Lucy..." I tried not to show my disappointment at the roll of the dice for "round one". It would have been bad form to give the impression of not wanting to have sex with the woman who was our host and inside whose skirt my hand had slid to stroke her stocking-clad thighs! I took a swig of my fruit juice and Lucy produced half a viagra tablet. I shook my head. She nodded and nudged me. I decided to take it. I reckoned it wouldn't do any harm and, though I was fairly confident, thought it might even assist me. It would be embarrassing after all if nerves got the better of me and spoiled things, however unlikely that seemed. "Reverse order, now, then..." Bill declared seriously. Caroline stood up and giggled. Her legs were a little plump, and her dress hugged the contours of her curvy body deliciously. She leaned forward and, like mine, the eyes of her partner Jack and of Bill rested on her neckline as it puckered forward to give a glimpse of her ample orbs. The skin either side of her cleft was slightly marked with irregular lines denoting her age. It appealed to me rather than alienating me. I couldn't decide whether this dice-shaking, and the excitement it generated, was getting pathetic or genuinely absorbing. Maybe it was a bit of both. "So," said Bill. "Jack and Anne in..." Caroline shook one die again. "Number two... the back bedroom!" she said as she consulted the sheet of paper. "And Bill and I in..." Again she shook the die. To my shock, Lucy trapped my hand between her thighs and squeezed them together gently but rhythmically. As well as feeling good it seemed a very wanton act. "Five -- anywhere downstairs!" Caroline read off the paper. Lucy looked at me. "Those who get that choose anywhere downstairs -- in here, in the dining room, the kitchen or the hall -- or any combination," she explained. Caroline giggled. She looked at me, then at Aunt Anne with wide-open eyes and a big beam. "You know what that means, Anne!" My aunt blushed. "I certainly do! Jack and I in the 'room with a view' next to Lucy and James!" she replied, and blushed. "Well Anne, it's entirely up to you..." Jack said, as he leaned forward and fondled her bum through her dress. "I know," she replied. "We'll see." Again I was left feeling the centre of a conspiracy, but nobody attempted to enlighten me. "Brilliant!" said Bill. "Lucy and James in the 'room with a view', Anne and Jack in the back bedroom and Caroline and I downstairs." Jack stepped behind my Aunt Anne. She took his hand in hers and they walked across to the door. The fabric of her tight red dress creased and stretched deliciously. As they drew level with me I stared at Jack's hand fondling her ample, shapely backside. They both smiled at me. "Enjoy, James," Aunt Anne said softly. "Er... thanks. You too. Er..." She laughed softly and shook her blond hair from her face. I felt stupid and embarrassed. Jack reached down and gave Lucy -- Bill's wife -- a gentle squeeze on the breast through her blouse. Bill laughed. "Don't wear him out, you raunchy bitch! Caroline will want her share of him too, you know!" Jack joked. Bill laughed again at this lewd jibe at his wife. I blushed. Jack stepped in front of my aunt to lead her out of the room. Her backside rippled deliciously and with a shudder of delight I realised that she must be wearing very scant panties, maybe a g-string or a thong. Her long, well-toned legs and high red stilettos drew my eye. I looked down to see Lucy's hand unzip my trousers and slide her hand inside. She kneaded my balls and growing erection through my shorts. She kissed me deeply on the mouth. Across the room her husband Bill was stooping over Caroline's lap. He pushed her dress half way up them and planted kisses on her fleshy thighs. Lucy followed my gaze to her husband and laughed softly. She chewed my ear again and sighed into it. "I think we should go up, too, James," Lucy murmured . I want to take you to my bed -- well, Bill's and my bed, to be more correct! I want to suck your young cock and feel it in my mouth. Then I want you to fuck me." Bill grinned as he heard her. Caroline smiled, too. I gazed at her neckline and at the pale, lined skin of the tops of her breasts. Again I found myself longing for her. "Don't wear him out Lucy, you tigress," Caroline said. "I want a turn with him too you know." Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 01 The knowledge that I was to have sex with Caroline as well as with Lucy made me blush again, and, though it sounds ungrateful to Lucy, fed my arousal. The whole scenario was almost surreal. But, of course, the most surreal thing was the realisation that at the same time as I was having sex with Lucy, my aunt would be having sex with Jack in the adjoining room. I felt my face blush and also felt my bulge swell in my trousers. TO BE CONTINUED... Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 02 All characters are over 18. This definitely follows Ch.01 and that should be read first. Please note that there are several possible explanations of the "room with a view" came to be set up but I considered it preferable not to describe how. Suffice to say that in the story it is envisaged as (a) for consensual use only (b) with the knowledge and control of all parties involved and (c) for use with over-18s only. ________________________________________________ I followed Lucy up the stairs. I heard quiet music and muted voices from the back bedroom as I passed the door; it was a potent reminder that my aunt and Caroline's partner, Jack, were there. It would have been sordid enough to have overheard them in the adjoining room. It was doubly sordid for me and my aunt to be having sex in adjoining rooms -- with each other's knowledge -- at the same time. My senses were almost reeling. Lucy led me to the main front bedroom and closed the door. The bed was king sized. There was an en-suite shower and wash basin in one corner. A mirrored dressing table faced the bed. The wallpaper and fitted furniture looked expensive. The wall adjoining the back bedroom was clad in wood pannelling, though it looked like hardwood rather than cheaper knotty pine. It was rather retro, having been popular several years earlier, but a little quaint by now. Like the lounge, the windows were fitted were vertical blinds. They were drawn closed. Despite the rain outside, there was still adequate daylight to illuminate the room, however. Lucy turned on the radio at a low volume and stood with her hands on her hips. She cast her eyes up and down me. Her subtly applied mascara emphasised the pale blue of her eyes. I admired her petite frame -- her slender legs, waist and hips, and her B-cup breasts rising and falling under her red satin blouse. But I now felt unaccountably shy and after meeting her gaze briefly I looked instead at her slender body. "Well James. This IS a surprise, and no mistake. It's a long time since I've been with a young bloke. Have you ever been with an older woman?" I shook my head, embarrassed. She flicked her tongue over her lips. As I mentioned earlier, it was a natural mannerism but it seemed very erotic to me. "Relax. Would you like me to change into something more sexy? Or stay as I am? Would you like me to undress for you? Or would you like to undress me?" she asked softly. I didn't know what to say. "I know..." she continued. In one corner of the room there was a small desk -- not a computer desk (though a laptop was on it), but just a small traditional desk. It appeared to be made of mahogany, and so did the hard chair in front of it. Lucy took me by the hand and led me to it. She gave my hand a little squeeze. I felt her wedding ring against my finger. My stomach fluttered and my erection tautened. I blushed as the reality hit me. A married woman had brought me to her bedroom and was leading me by the hand to a chair. Her husband was right now indulging in foreplay downstairs with one of her friends, and my aunt was doing the same in the room right next to where I now found myself. It was so sordid -- yet so delicious -- and Lucy motioned to me to sit down on the chair. "We have an hour -- or so -- before we change partners. I'm so thrilled your aunt brought you, and that I drew first turn with you. Why don't you relax and let me tease you to begin with? Hmmm?" she crooned. My expression must have given me away. She laughed. Then to my delight she stood astride my thighs and leaned forward. I glanced inside her blouse at her white bra and her pale skin. She smiled encouragingly. "Oh don't worry love, I don't mean whips and PVC clothing. I just mean taking it slow-ly "(she dragged the word out) "to begin with. You just sit there and let me do the work to begin with? How does that sound, James?" I was tempted to say it didn't sound as exciting as getting straight into it, but of course I didn't. Instead I nodded. She stooped to kiss me. I'd kissed plenty of times before that, of course. But the next minutes were something special. The best way I can explain my experience until this fateful evening is this. You meet a girl and begin to get serious. You respect her and don't want to go too far too soon so you build it up slowly. Each date you get a little bolder. Your kisses become more passionate but as your hands wander they are gently rebuffed. So -- for the time being at least -- you make do with snogging. It becomes a substitute for what you really want. But it is quite something to snog like that; because of course it's a substitute for sex. You want to go further, but you can't. So the kissing takes on a real passion. No wonder the old films used to show only discreet, fleeting, mouth-closed kissing. The snogging becomes very arousing and very erotic, too, because you are hoping that one day your straying hands will be welcomed rather than removed. You hope it's a sign of still better things to come. And -- it occurred to me that night with my aunt's swinging friend -- you can lose out. Once a sexual relationship has begun there is still kissing, but not with the same intensity. I'd started to lose sight of that -- until now. To begin with, Lucy and I shared a few brief, tentative kisses. They became more lingering, firmer. I remained seated on the chair. Lucy hitched up her black skirt and sat astride my thighs facing me. She was only about five feet three or four in height and lightly built, but she was well proportioned, and her gentle weight felt good resting on me and rocking slowly back and forth. Her lips were not very full, but she knew how to arouse with a kiss, when to break off, when to return. I put my arm on her narrow waist and caressed her back through the warm slippery satin of her blouse. She tugged on my lower lip with her two. I can't remember which of us parted our lips first or whose tongue explored whose teeth first before testing whether touching tongues was okay. Suffice to say that soon we were kissing like two lovers on their second or third date. Little whimpers and grunts escaped from us. Our tongues danced and flickered, then we reverted back to lip moulding, and back again to tongues. It was good to know that we had an hour or so ahead of us, and that there was no need to rush. I reckon we probably spent ten or fifteen minutes just snogging and hardly touching. She continued to rock slowly and irregularly back and forth on my lap. Once her crotch brushed my erection. "You're a big boy!" she giggled. But she was careful not to do the same again, probably -- and, to be honest, rightly -- for fear of over-stimulating me. I now felt guilty for wishing I had been drawn with Caroline instead. I was savouring Lucy's actions and body. I found myself wondering how many times she had done this, and with how many different men. To be one of many felt very tawdry yet arousing. With a twinge of shock and excitement, even as Lucy and I snogged, I found myself wondering also about the number of partners my Aunt Anne had enjoyed Lucy tilted her head back, and I nuzzled her neck and throat, inhaling her sweet perfume. She cupped my hands over her breasts and squeezed them against her modest but firm orbs. They were a delight to touch through the satin of her blouse. She led my fingers to her blouse buttons. "Time to unfasten this and give my tits a good suck, love," she crooned. "And by the way -- I'm no lady in the bedroom. I'm a slut, a slag, a whore -- YOUR slut, YOUR whore. Call me names -- tell me how nasty I am. If you like, that is," she added, self-consciously. "But if you DO like, I won't be offended. I find it a turn on in fact!" Her red silky blouse was very alluring but it was indeed time for it to be removed to reveal her breasts. I unfastened the buttons down to the waistband of her skirt. She tugged her blouse free and I unfastened the remaining buttons. I peeled it open. I saw her white, lacy bra covering her modest orbs. Her skin was pale. Her bra stood out in contrast with it. The pretty pattern was offset by the smoothness of her skin. My heart was pounding. Lucy smiled at me. I looked briefly into her piercing blue eyes, then at her slightly dishevelled hair and at her narrow lips. As well as licking her lips she also had a way of drawing her lower lip under her upper one, as if in thought. It was very appealing. She shuffled forward on my lap. Her weight and movement aroused me further. She slipped her blouse from her slender arms. It slid sensually to the floor. She was content to leave it there. This fleeting image imprinted on my mind for a long time to come. I had always enjoyed the look and feel of a smartly dressed female, and loved foreplay and undressing my former girlfriends when they were so clad. But more often than not they fussed about not wanting their nice clothes to get creased, and about needing to fold them neatly before resuming. It was an understandable but annoying distraction. Lucy's blouse was smart, well tailored, and probably expensive. Her dropping it on the floor and leaving it where it lay seemed very significant. In that moment she seemed like a mature, cheating wife who wanted urgently to get down to business, and for whom a few creases or footsteps on her expensive, discarded clothes mattered nothing. She ran her tongue over her lips again and leaned forward. She brought her shallow cleft to my face. I pressed into it, with one smallish lace-clad orb on each side. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her breastbone was hard. I cupped her breasts through her pretty, white bra and kneaded them. She stretched up and brushed her left orb against my mouth. I felt her nipple, and something hard. She chuckled softly and peeled down her bra cup. Though her mid-pink nipple she had a small gold hoop. I'm fairly indifferent about piercings. But her age and marital status made hers seem alluring. I took it between my lips and gently tugged it, pulling her nipple by it. I brought my teeth onto the gold ring and thrilled in the feel and the sound of it. I drew her nipple into my mouth and sucked the rubbery point, the soft surrounding tit flesh and the gold hoop. She cooed and whimpered. I swept my hands over her back and unclipped her bra, then swept the straps from her shoulders and dropped it onto the floor on top of her blouse. I glanced down at the two carelessly discarded garments. The white of her bra made the shimmering red of her blouse stand out the more. I kneaded her B-cup breasts and gently pinched her nipples. Her breasts were fairly firm for her age and only sagged a little. They were in perfect proportion to her slender frame. Her nipples went tauter now and jutted invitingly away from her breasts. She dug her hand down between her crotch and mine to rub my erection. "Mmmm.... STILL a big boy I see!" she grunted in my ear. She flicked her tongue along my upper lip, under my nose, and we resumed snogging, but this time accompanied by my fondling her mature, smallish breasts and alternating with my kissing and sucking them. I grunted my approval. So did she. She stood up and took my hand in hers. My eyes were drawn to her wedding ring. Again I thought of her husband and Caroline had reached downstairs, and pictured his head buried in her big, ripe bust. I thrilled at the prospect of doing the same with Caroline. With another twinge of guilt I thought of my dad's sister, just a yard or two away on the other side of the wall of the room where I was embroiled with Lucy. I tried to dismiss my speculation, but with a chill shudder, related questions flooded my mind. "Aunt Anne -- are you thinking about ME having sex with your friend? Are you wondering what I'm doing, Auntie? I'm sucking her tits and chewing her nipple piercing, Auntie... but... oh Auntie -- even as I'm doing it I'm wondering what it would be like to suck and fondle YOURS...!" I drew a deep breath and tried to focus on the sight and sensations before me instead. However tantalising the thought, having sex with my aunt was so illicit, so taboo, I needed to dismiss it. Lucy led me round the bed. "I want to show you something, love," she said in a conspiratorial way. "Whether you want to see it is up to you..." She drew her lower lip under her upper one again. It seemed to heighten the mysteriousness of her words. But they were an unwelcome distraction to me. "When we rolled the dice to see who got to fuck in which room, this one was described as the room with a view. Want to know why?" she continued. I shrugged my shoulders non-commitally. I was more interested in getting on with screwing her. She leaned forward over a low chest of drawers and to my surprise she put her face to the wooden-clad partition wall that separated the bedroom where my aunt was. "Ho-ho!" she chuckled, then turned round to me -- though I had already guessed what was going on. "You may have noticed that some of the knot holes have come away from the wood..." Lucy said. My stomach was churning. "Bill drilled right through the partition wall in some of those places -- to make this a 'room with a view'. Some helluva view, at times, too. A view into what is taking place in the back bedroom at our 'social evenings'." Already I was in the grip of an intense debate. To look or not to look? As well as my lust, anger rose in me, a desire to protect my aunt. Lucy must have seen the change in my expression. "Oh it's not what you think. Everyone who comes to our parties knows. The choice is theirs. They can cover the peep-holes. Whenever they choose to. IF they choose to! Putting on a show for each other isn't compulsory! But..." her voice dropped lower as she added, "they often do!" At this, my stomach churned again as Lucy's words -- spoken so casually, as if it was the most normal of accessories in a bedroom -- sank into my mind. It appeared from Lucy's reaction when peeping that my aunt had chosen not to cover the spy-holes and instead to provide the opportunity for me, her nephew, to peep at her! I felt light-headed. It was surreal. It was too good -- and too illicit -- to be true, especially after the embarrassing episode of my aunt busting me watching the porn movie, and the mounting desire for her that I had felt since. Lucy's hand cupped my balls and squeezed them. I looked down at the rude movement of her hand. "So, the question is, James -- do you want to see the view? Hmmm?" Had I been in the room alone I would have felt torn both ways, though I admit I would probably have succumbed quickly. But to admit to Lucy a desire to see my aunt having sex seemed too perverted. "It's cool," Lucy murmured. The tension almost prevented me for noticing how corny this sounded from an English woman of her age. "She MUST want you to, or she would have covered the peep-holes, James. She was hardly going to forget that her own nephew was going to be in here fucking me while she herself fucked her friend's partner, was she, now? Besides..." Her fingers unzipped my jeans and slid inside. Her thumb brushed the damp, slightly sticky front of my boxers. I looked down and watched my jeans betraying the movements of her hands. I groaned at teh sight and sensation. "Besides, she told me she thinks you're hot and that she knows you think she is! Yes, she told me that!" Lucy added triumphantly as she saw the disbelief on my face. "Why don't you have a quick peek at your auntie? Hmmm?" she insisted. "The opportunity may not last, you know. She might get up any minute and cover the peep-holes, and you'll have missed your chance. Just think how annoying that would be! Think how you'll feel tomorrow, next week, knowing you missed such a chance as that! Hmmm? You KNOW you want to, James. You know that SHE wants you to, as well. "And as for me -- it's cool," she continued. "I really think so. I don't see anything wrong in it! It's not illegal or anything. It's very naughty, of course... but it's not just me that's urging you to. Your aunt is -- by leaving the peep-holes uncovered. She's offering you a view of her you've never had before -- and soon it may be gone, James! Gone -- forever!" Her hands were kneading my balls through my boxers. The inner conflict was intensifying, but Lucy spoke softly and persuasively, and her persuasion was accented by her hand inside my jeans. My indecision racked me. The surge of my mixed emotions was almost painful yet also a delight. "Of course it's naughty!" she continued. "But no-one else need know. And besides, the naughtiness is half the fun, isn't it? Pushing the boundaries, I mean. It's up to you, of course; I'm not going to make you. But you KNOW you want to see her naked, or half-naked at least, having sex or at least foreplay. I know you want to. Your auntie knows you want to. And, like I say, James, your auntie WANTS you to see her... that's why she's giving you the chance..." In the end I justified it to myself by telling myself it would be wimpish to bottle out when encouraged by my sex partner. My heart was pounding as I took Lucy's place and brought my eye to the spy hole... I had to stifle a gasp, though the view I had was far from explicit. Caroline's partner Jack was lying on his back. He was only wearing boxers. My Aunt Anne was wearing a white, doctor-style, button-through jacket. She actually had a stethoscope, too. I suddenly remembered that her late father, my great Uncle George, had been a doctor in general practice. Only the middle two buttons of her jacket were fastened. I was longing to see her naked breasts. Their smallness, though, meant that despite the jacket gaping open, it only bared part of her orbs and kept her nipples hidden. Her bare, long, strong legs looked fabulous. She was still wearing her red stilettos. Her jacket revealed a small pair of lacy panties. They were bright red. They stood out in sharp contrast to her pale skin and the white cotton of her doctor's jacket. And, being red, they seemed brash -- brazen, even. Through the spy-hole I saw Aunt Anne step over to Jack and place the stethoscope on various parts of his chest and sides, then his abdomen. Then to my shock and delight she lifted the waistband of his underpants. She slid the stethoscope inside. My erection solidified. My aunt motioned to Jack to pull them down. He obeyed. He was hard -- like me. His erection looked a little longer than mine, though not by much. And my dad's sister was gazing at it intently. Perspiration broke out on my brow. Aunt Anne gingerly raised his hard shaft then placed the stethoscope on it and on his hairy balls. She took his erection near the tip between her finger and thumb. She gave it a little squeeze, removed her hand and did the same mid way, then near the hairy base. It was no medical procedure, but she did it almost in a clinical way as if examining it medically rather than sexually. I made myself look away. I hadn't seen much of my aunt's body. But I had seen her playing with the erection of a bloke whose partner was downstairs having sex with Lucy's husband. And her role-play, whilst fairly tame, was quite a revelation. I had always considered her straight-laced. But Lucy was standing next to me looking through another spy-hole. Her eyes were bright. "Look at her, James... look at her examining his hard cock!" Lucy's crude language aroused me further. I found myself drawn to the spy hole once more. Aunt Anne was slowly shafting Jack's erection with her hand while gazing at it with her head tilted, as if trying to check that it was functioning normally. She leaned forward and held it under her nose, again retaining a detached, pseudo-medical expression. "I bet your auntie's going to suck it!" Lucy cackled softly beside me. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 02 I made myself look away again. I felt truly perverted to be spying on my aunt like this, but it was hard to look away. And I was stirred by the fact that, as Lucy had pointed out, Aunt Anne had clearly chosen to allow us to spy on her. Most of all I was stirred -- and revolted -- at the thought of seeing my dad's sister with a penis in her mouth. But it was almost impossible to resist the urge to look again. I admit that although my aunt and Caroline's partner, Jack, both knew I was probably watching, it felt deliciously seedy to be supposedly secretly "spying" on them. Aunt Anne didn't take Jack's erection into her mouth, though. I was racked both by relief and disappointment. Instead she lay on the bed over him, supporting herself with one arm on the bedhead, which was made of vertical metal bars with a curved bar joining them. She straddled one of Jack's thighs and humped it with her crotch. Her white jacket still covered just her midriff and her outer thigh, but was open at the top and bottom as he ground and rubbed against him. I watched Jack's hand slip up inside her doctor's jacket. I gazed on as her hand went back to play with his erection. I saw Jack raise his other hand to the open flap at the top of her doctor's coat. He dragged it aside. Then I saw it. I will carry the image to my dying day. Aunt Anne's bared breast was indeed little, but with a big, puffy nipple. Instead of having a flat areola from which the tip arose, her whole nipple was a cone-shaped point. It was pale pink. She rubbed it against Jack's lips. He sucked it into his mouth. As I "spied" on them! With my aunt's full knowledge and express intention. Shamelessly. And... and, could it even be, I wondered... with the hope of seducing me? And then -- then she looked right across at us, though of course she could not see us. And she raised her eyebrows and smiled. I had to look away, blushing. When I looked back, Aunt Anne was walking towards the wall -- and towards me. She slid the doctor's coat off her shoulders and arms. For a few fleeting moments I saw her gorgeous little breasts and cone-like nipples, her flattish stomach and long, well-toned legs. She was naked apart from her red shoes and her red panties. Then she draped the white coat somehow over the spy-hole. She was hidden from me. I could see her no more. I turned around to see Lucy reclining on the bed. Her modest, B-cup breasts sagged just a little. She was tugging on her nipples alternately, tugging her right one and then tugging on the left one by the gold hoop piercing. Her breasts rippled and stretched deliciously. Lucy's knees were parted and bent a little. Her black skirt was high up her thighs, and between them I could see her panties. They were made of black satin and were not tiny but not big either. Above the tops of her black, shiny stockings her pale skin was nicely set off by her black suspenders and black satin panties. Although she was slim, a couple of narrow creases ran across her stomach. She licked her lips and smiled saucily. "Come to Lucy, James. I'm a slut. I'm hot and horny and dying for it. My husband's downstairs but I don't care. I want your cock -- your HARD... YOUNG... EAGER... THROBBING... BIG, BLOODY cock..." Each accented word fuelled my desire. So strangely, did the sound of the rain on the window. Maybe it lent a primordial feel to my fraught emotions. Lucy ran her tongue over her lips again. I was glad of the background sound of the radio to mask the voices from the room next door, and to mask ours from them. "I want it in my mouth... but first I want you to come and suck my tits and finger my nasty, married, cheating cunt..." Her coarseness thrilled me, and I lay on the bed beside her. Another bead of perspiration broke as I wondered whether my aunt had had sex right where I was lying. Lucy leaned to one side, proffering her each breast to me in turn to kiss and to suck on. I stared at them and took each greedily, nuzzling and sucking loudly, and biting and tugging on her piercing. She led my hand up between her parted thighs and with a thrill I met her satin-covered crotch. I could feel her pubes through the warm, dank fabric. I looked down. Her plain black satin panties shimmered in the soft light. She dragged them aside and I gazed at the sight that welcomed me. Beyond the area that her panties had covered she was shaved smooth. But where her panties had been and surrounding her puffy mound, her dark pubes were long and verdant. I was spellbound. She pressed down on her pouting mound and her outer lips eased open. She pressed a little harder, and the sight of her pink, shiny inner flesh next to the surrounding dark hairs greeted me. She took my hand in hers and guided my first two fingers inside her moist opening. She gave a low stifled gasp as they entered her. "Is it nice, James? Is it wet? Is that mature MARRIED pussy tight enough, hmmm?" "Yes. Oh yes!" I said. "I'm a real slut aren't I?" she urged. I was reluctant to speak in this kind of way, as it seemed disrespectful and abusive. But she was egging me on and had already encouraged me to do so. "Yes, you are, Lucy. You... you should know better at your age. I... I'm only half your age and yet you're wanting me to... to fuck you," I said, my voice husky with excitement and nerves. But it was liberating and arousing to speak to her like this. I squeezed her right breast roughly and tugged on her piercing with my teeth to stimulate her left one. She moaned softly. "And... and your husband's downstairs," I continued, looking into her eager pale eyes and at her narrow lips. As I spoke this, her eyes dilated with lust. She cooed and groaned as I fingered her, stroking her swollen, lips, her hairy mound and her moist slit. "But you don't care do you, you... you cheating... bitch!" I added. "And if that's what you want, I'll oblige..." "Yes, yes, please do -- I DO want it!" she replied. "But first I want to suck your cock while you eat my married, cheating pussy..." She unbuttoned my shirt and I watched as her lithe fingers swept across my chest. I gazed at her wedding ring. She leaned over me and we kissed again, deeply, passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths and dancing against each other. My fingers found her nipple-ring and I tugged on it again. The flesh of her orb tautened and stretched appealingly, and her nipples were hard. Four or five times I pressed each one in turn flat with my tongue and watched it rise again. Lucy stood up and put her hands up her skirt. She dragged her black panties slowly down her slender, black-stockinged legs. I followed her lead and stood up to remove the rest of my clothes, but I was watching the journey of her hands and her panties as I did so. To my delight I saw her eyes rest on my erection. I felt oddly awkward and embarrassed as it jutted out in greeting towards her. She stepped out of her panties and left them on the floor -- another item of discarded clothing, this time on the opposite side of the bed to where her bra and crumpled blouse lay. She stepped to the wall and looked through the spy-hole into the room where my aunt and Jack were, but shrugged her shoulders and smiled saucily back at me. "Worth checking -- but they're still hidden from view," she said. My stomach fluttered at the reminder that my aunt was having sex in the room next to ours right as Lucy and I were about to engage in sixty-nine. Lucy's breasts looked very enticing, despite being not quite as firm as I was used to. As I looked at them, modest in size and just slightly sagging with her maturity, I wondered again how many men had seen them and savoured them in this very room -- and on this, her marital bed -- while her husband took his pleasure with their partners. I gazed at her nipple piercing. It seemed a visible testimony to her vibrant, forty-something sexuality. I lay on my back on the bed with my head on the pillow. I wondered whether it was the side of the bed where her husband Bill usually lay. Lucy came to join me. Her breasts swayed subtly but sensually. Again I looked into her blue eyes, and as she eyed me up and down she did that running-of-her-tongue thing across her lips again. I saw my erection twitch in an appreciative salute. From the bedside chest of drawers she took a condom and unwrapped it. She also tossed a tube of lube on the bed. I told myself that she wouldn't need it, as I would get her more than wet enough before I entered her. She knelt beside me, but facing away from me towards the foot of the bed. Then she hiked up her smart, black skirt to her waist and swung her leg over my head and chest so that she was straddling me. It only took a moment for the move to be complete but it seemed one of the most erotic sights I have seen before or since. It wasn't the first time I had experienced sixty-nine oral sex. But it was the first time I had done so with a woman old enough to be my mother. Lucy was married, too, yet she was swinging her leg over me to tender her naked hairy, cuckolding pussy to me. Not for penetration, either, but for oral sex. And as she lowered it to my eagerly awaiting face it almost seemed to wink at me, part opening, the pink, married lips surrounded by verdant dark hair. I inhaled her musky aroma. In the mirror on the dressing table I saw her gaze eagerly at my eagerly awaiting erection. She closed her fingers round it and I felt the hardness of her wedding ring against my skin. She eased the condom over my tip and as she rolled it down my throbbing length she lowered her mouth to my tip. I groaned. She began to lick. And to suck. And as she did so she lowered her hairy pussy to my eager mouth. And I too began to lick. And to suck. I stared into the mirror at her head sliding up and down my length. It reminded me of the porn movies I watched -- and I suddenly remembered being busted by my Aunt Anne. Lucy's skirt was bunched up around her waist and I gazed at her pale bum cheeks and the backs of her thighs. I gazed, too, at her dark bum hole, crinkled and puckered. And I kneaded her left bum cheek with my left hand and her right leg, slender and stockinged, with my right hand. I cupped both her bum cheeks and kneaded and rolled them, exposing and veiling her bum hole and effectively stimulating it as I rolled her buttocks outwards. Her bunched-up skirt and black, lacy stocking tops seemed like a frame to retain my gaze, though there was little risk of it straying. My gaze rested on her dark silky pubes and the pinkness in their midst. The rain outside began to hammer on the window and it was as if this force of nature drove my primitive instincts. I licked and tugged on her pussy lips with my mouth. I lashed her hard, sticky clit with my tongue. One of her hairs stuck to my tongue but I was too engrossed to remove it. She was sucking me harder. The erotic, up and down movements of her cuckolding head were accompanied by the lewd sounds of each of our eager mouths on tender flesh. I groaned again. So did she. After a few delicious minutes I sensed that my orgasm would soon approach and, much as I wanted to come inside her mouth -- albeit wearing a condom -- I really wanted to come inside her even more. It seemed somehow naughtier given her married status. She sensed my approaching point of no return and seemed to share my wishes, for she withdrew her verdant pussy from my mouth. I took the opportunity to remove the fine hair from my tongue. She looked over her shoulder and brushed her slightly untidy, shoulder-length hair from her face. She held my gaze with her blue eyes. "Would you like to come in my mouth or fuck me?" she asked. Her directness and coarseness seemed at delicious odds with the affluence of our surroundings and with her earlier apparent primness. "I... er... would it be alright to... er... to fuck you, Lucy?" I stuttered. My sudden embarrassment annoyed me, but then she had caught me off-guard, and to be honest the intensity of the whole situation was slightly intimidating. She was at an advantage, too, having been privy to what was going to take place that evening, whereas it had been sprung on me. I was still struggling to believe it was real. She gyrated her hips seductively. Her bum cheeks and her pussy were still close to my face. I reached up and ran my fingers through her silky pubes and stroked her soft spongy lips. She whimpered. I ran my fingers along her slit. It was slick with her arousal. I smirked to myself at the knowledge that the lube would be redundant. "Pussy or arsehole?" she enquired. Her question stunned me. Suddenly the significance of the lube struck home. But I was speechless. "Ever done a woman up the arse?" she enquired gently, looking over her shoulder at my eager gaze. She licked her lips and wiggled her hips again in invitation to whichever option I should choose. I shook my head. "Would you like to, James? Would you like to do this cheating married woman up her arsehole? Would you like me to be your anal slut as well as your oral slut, James?" I nodded. "Yes. Yes Lucy. I want that. I want you to be my nasty married cheating slut. I... I want to fuck your arse and come deep inside it, you... you slutty tramp. Thank you," I added lamely. My words seemed to make her face light up. She swung off me and squeezed some lube along my condom-clad erection. Then she tossed the tube to me and told me to squeeze some just above her bum-hole and then rub it around it. My heart was thumping in my chest. As I followed her instructions I was again terribly aware that her husband was downstairs with the busty Caroline, and wondered what they were doing right now. I wondered if Bill guessed that right now I was rubbing my lubed fingertip over his wife's most secret and private place. I thought too of my aunt and wondered if she was giving or receiving oral sex or being -- FUCKED (the association of the word with my aunt sent a shudder of illicit delight through me) -- as I prepared to embark on a new and naughty sexual venture just yards away. I looked at Lucy's bum crack and dark, puckered bum-hole, glistening with lube. In a wanton move Lucy lowered her shoulders and raised her bum a little higher in invitation. She patiently instructed me and, after a few tentative partial probes and withdrawals, I eased inside her. I had to withdraw quickly as the pressure was almost painful, but my married and experienced instructor had told me to expect this. I wondered whether without the viagra I would have remained hard. My head was spinning at being coached by a married woman twice my age whose husband was downstairs. And -- I know I'm repeating myself, but the knowledge heightened the illicitness of what I was doing -- the intensity was the greater for knowing that I was doing all this just three yards or so from my aunt, with only a thin wall separating us. But when I entered my instructress the second time, the constriction was less. I eased deeper, thrilling in the clasping but bearable tightness. At her request I rested my hand on her pussy and began to rub her hard clit. I looked into the dressing table mirror and on her face I saw a grimace of satisfaction and lust. "Are you watching it, James? Does it look nasty going in and out? Can you see my arse stretching to take your big hard young cock?" she murmured, looking back at me and licking her lips. I simply groaned "yes" in response. And then I started to thrust in and out, very gently, then, as the pressure eased a little more, I thrust slightly harder and deeper. I braced my other hand gently on her back as I continued to frig her. I could feel her soft, smooth skin and the hardness of her spine. In the mirror I could see her slightly pendulous breasts surging rhythmically in time with my thrusts. But my gaze was drawn to the obscene sight of my condom-coated shaft pumping slowly in and out of her most private place. "That's it, James! OOOOH yes, I can't believe this is your first time. Fuck my slut-arse harder, you bad bastard! You know how much I love it, even though I'm married and old enough to be your mother!" I wish I could say that this went on for ages, but I only lasted for a few minutes. And, in response to Lucy's pleas (though I felt slightly uncomfortable about doing so) I repeatedly called her a married slut as I slammed into her and frigged her (despite her earlier invitation, these were the strongest terms I could bring myself to use). The sound of my body slapping into and against hers in synch with my thrusts seemed to fill my head. We both came at the same time. She pushed herself back onto me as I spent myself in her illicit opening. I felt her pussy dance and jerk against the persistent rubbing of my finger, too. As I withdrew her bum-hole gaped rudely, then clamped closed once more. She reached for a pack of wipes. I placed one over my erection and slid off the condom neatly wrapped in it. It sagged with a fair volume of my spent seed. I dropped it into a pedal bin that was by the bed. I was going to wipe my manhood clean with another, but she pulled the wipes away from me. She looked at her watch and giggled. I looked at her naked body, as she half-sat up. "Still a good fifteen minutes or so," she whispered. "Time for us to clean each other up..." She stooped over and licked my tip, poking her tongue into my slit and running up and down its length, licking as she went. Then she guided my head down over her modest breasts and over her hairy mound to her pouting lips. I followed her example and after easing them open with my fingers I lapped and licked. I poked my tongue into the bottom of her opening and licked it, then licked up and down to her clit. The scent of her musky juice filled my nostrils. Then we kissed again, and she cooed and whimpered as we tasted ourselves and each other. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 03 Please note: 1 Subsequent chapters will either be in the "Group/swinging" or in the "Taboo/incest" sections. 2 To prevent too long a chapter I have made this a separate one, erotic rather than explicit, as an interlude. Please bear this in mind. 3 This chapter refers to the reading out of an erotic story. As far as I am aware I have invented the bare bones of a plot for this "imaginary story". If it bears any resemblance to any story copyrighted to this or to any other site, it is entirely unintentional. It was simply not practical to trawl through countless stories by category or tag to ensure accidental plagiarism of an idea that is in any case a minor detail within my story. 4 My disclaimer at the beginning of Ch 02 bears repetition: "...there are several possible explanations of the 'room with a view' came to be set up but I considered it preferable not to describe how. Suffice to say that in the story it is envisaged as (a) for consensual use only (b) with the knowledge and control of all parties involved and (c) for use with over-18s only." _________ Over the sound of the radio I heard the back bedroom door open and my aunt's low laughter, followed by Jack's muted voice, then heard the bathroom door close. A moment or two later, I heard the shower begin to run. My stomach gave a little churn at the thought of them together under the jetting water, soaping and rinsing each other. I leaned over to kiss Lucy's breast, but she gave a little flinch. "Sorry, love -- it's just that they are a bit ticklish after I've come! Anyway..." she said softly, as she pushed me gently away, "it's nearly time to make a move. This was just the first session!" I watched her stand up. "There's another toilet downstairs, James, if you need it. The upstairs one seems to be..." she paused and licked her lips, seemingly innocently, "er... occupied." She grinned suggestively. I pulled on my clothes and watched as she stepped to the washbasin across the bedroom. She stood with her back to me, filled it with water and sponged under her arms and between her legs. Her legs had once no doubt been shapelier, but they were still slender and looked more than good enough to me, and I gazed at her pale, slightly flabby bum cheeks. A pang of shame came over me as I thought of her most intimate hole tucked between them where I had just spent myself. As I left the bedroom and passed the bathroom door I tried to block out the sound of the running shower and the muffled voices of my aunt and of Jack. I went quietly but quickly down the stairs and found the other toilet. To my surprise I found that I was beginning to develop another erection already. I'd like to think it was entirely due to my high state of arousal but would have to admit that the viagra I had been offered earlier probably played a part in it. After taking a pee I washed my face in the washbasin and looked in the little mirror. My reflection smirked back at me. I puffed out my breath with near incredulity of what had taken place and of what potentially still lay in store. An mental image of my aunt as she approached the spy-hole to cover it flooded my mind. I recalled her naked, little breasts and her big, puffy nipples. I couldn't help wondering whether she had been simply teasing me or whether she was leading me on. But I reminded myself that she was my dad's sister, and told myself not to be so perverted and to focus instead on Lucy, and Caroline. And to consider instead what the next hour or two might hold in store with one or other -- or even both of them together! That thought successfully banished images of my aunt. But then, in my testosterone-fuelled mind, I had another vision -- Caroline and I and AUNT ANNE, or Aunt Anne with Lucy and I... As I emerged from the toilet, the dining room door now stood ajar. The busty Caroline was standing with her back to the door and Bill, Lucy's husband, was zipping up her dress. They were laughing softly. I saw the pale skin of her back, and a wide, pale blue back bra-panel until it disappeared from sight. They both smiled at me. I tried to smile back, but looked away sheepishly, but not before taking in one of the dining chairs pulled away from the end of the table. A towel was draped over the back of it. I guessed later that it had probably been used to protect the carpet from any stains. It wasn't that big a deal, of course, but it seemed very spicy that they had chosen here for their sexual liaison rather than the comfortable -- and more conventional -- surroundings and furnishings of the lounge. I wondered whether they had done it on the chair or on - or over - the table. I sat on one of the sofas and hoped that it would not be too long before the others arrived and delivered me from my straining imagination. I poured myself one of the cans of beer while I waited. A few moments later Caroline and Bill came into the room. They both greeted me, and after pouring a glass of wine Caroline sat beside me on the sofa. My erection gave a little twitch of approval. Like me, Bill poured himself a can of beer. I didn't know whether I hoped Caroline would or wouldn't notice my fledgling erection. Bill sat on the other sofa at ninety degrees to the one where I was seated. He was good at small talk. It turned out that he was a senior partner of a firm of solicitors. Caroline was a fairly senior manager in a regional office of a bank. I said little. I was too embarrassed, nervous and excited. It was a heady cocktail of emotions, and most of all my illicit desire for my aunt kept haunting me. I tried to picture each of them in their workplace, prim and proper and no clue betrayed of what they got up to in private. Not long after this Lucy entered the room. She was wearing the red blouse and her black skirt and stockings, but she was evidently not now wearing a bra, and her modest orbs quivered and swayed deliciously under the shimmering satin. She sat next to Bill and joined in the trivial conversation. The situation was almost surreal. The four of us were talking about nothing in particular as if nothing had happened between any of us. Yet Bill's wife Lucy had just allowed me to have sex -- and anal sex at that -- with her on their marital bed with his full knowledge and consent, while Bill for his part had been screwing their friend in the dining room. And here we were talking about the weather, and a controversial plan to build a local supermarket on a couple of local fields! The fake normality of the atmosphere was bizarre yet delicious. And inevitably as the conversation continued I found my gaze drawn to the sexy Lucy with whom I had just had sex, and to the busty Caroline with whom I deeply longed to. Whilst I was too respectful to leer for too long at either of them, the situation meant that I felt little coyness in glancing overtly at their necklines and hemlines. After a few more minutes we heard voices and footsteps on the stairs, and my Aunt Anne and Jack, Caroline's partner, came into the room. I looked up and blushed as her eyes met mine -- each of us more or less fresh from a sexual encounter in adjoining rooms -- then I looked away. She joined Bill and Lucy, with Lucy seated in the middle. Jack joined Caroline and I, with Caroline in the middle. Aunt Anne was dressed as I had spied her with Jack, wearing a white doctor's jacket that didn't cover much of her well-toned thighs. The top buttons were open, too, giving a view of her pale skin, though the smallness of her bust meant that little cleavage was visible. She had gathered her long straw-coloured hair up on top of her head with a clip. The brief image I had had earlier of her small naked breasts and puffy nipples came to my mind. So did uncertainties as to whether it was just a tease or was heading further - either once back in the privacy of her house or, more outrageous still, right here in the home of her friends with their knowledge. Bill poured a drink for Jack and for my aunt, then produced a laptop from a cabinet in the far corner of the room. He pulled up a coffee table and placed it near Lucy, and rejoined her. I was intrigued as his wife Lucy switched it on. As earlier in the evening I felt at a disadvantage, the only one who did not know what was going on. I contented myself with watching her modest breasts surge forward under her red shiny blouse. The inane small-talk continued for a while as Lucy messed with the laptop. Then she sat upright. She ran her tongue across her lips endearingly and cleared her throat to attract everyone's attention. "Right. Is everyone ready for a story? Then let me begin! Once upon a time..." I forced a laugh but groaned inwardly at the tackiness of it -- but not for long. The computer clearly held a stock of erotic stories. She began to read one out. The gist of it was a married man in his thirties calling next door with a parcel that had been left with by the postman on their behalf. When he went round to the back door, however, he looked through the window. She saw his older female neighbour posing for her husband to take erotic photographs. The first few photos were fairly innocuous, just up-skirt and down-dress shots, but then she dropped her top and bared her breasts. The bloke looking in on them froze to the spot, transfixed, but after a few minutes they smiled, waved, and invited him in. The wife didn't even cover up. It was clearly an amateur story and I guessed it must have been downloaded from the internet because it was clearly set in the U.S. It was far-fetched, but it was erotic and arousing. We all listened as Lucy read out the narrative, but my Aunt Anne read aloud the words spoken by the wife in the story and Bill read those spoken both by the husband and male neighbour. It may sound slightly puerile, but it was very erotic to hear Lucy's voice and my aunt's reading the lewd story and the explicit direct speech. And -- as your intuition will have worked out -- it developed into my aunt actually saying things like "I think YOU should take a photograph or two now. Why don't I pull my panties up into my slit?" and inviting the neighbour, "Lie on the floor and let me ride you... let me feel that big hard dick inside me..." She avoided looking at me and I looked nowhere near her. I looked down at the floor and tried simply to enjoy the story, but the sound of my aunt speaking coarsely and in the first person was hugely thrilling. I felt a hand rubbing my rising erection. I looked down. Caroline was rubbing me with her right hand and her husband Jack with her left. Jack's hand was on her thigh and running up and down it below her dress hem. I glanced across. As she read, Lucy was fondling her husband Bill's groin and my Aunt Anne's thigh. Although her caresses were restrained, it was spellbinding to see my aunt's leg being touched up by another woman. I looked at Lucy's wedding ring, and then at her husband, Bill. And of course it was slightly kinky for my aunt still to be wearing her doctor's jacket from her role-play with Jack. The end of the story approached with Bill and my Aunt Anne reading out -- now in deliberately exaggerated tones of voice accompanied by little giggles -- the repeated "Oh yessss!", "Oh, yes, do it, do it!", and so on, from the story. The ultimate, though, was a few minutes from the end when she actually spoke the words displayed on the laptop screen "Fuck me - fuck me now!" I had only just come to consider my dad's sister in a sexual way but now really had the hots for her. And even though she was only reading from a story, the impact of hearing her voice saying those words of invitation was almost unbearable. I longed to shout out, "Alright, alright, then! I will!" But of course I didn't. When the end of the story was reached we all laughed, and applauded, and Bill -- with Aunt Anne then taking her cue from him -- sank against the back of the sofa saying, "I'm quite exhausted!" We all roared at that. My Aunt's face was red with embarrassment, though, and she avoided looking at me. I too was red. And hard. I longed to know what thoughts were going through her mind, and wondered whether some of them matched my own illicit ones. "Time to roll the dice again, Caroline!" my Aunt Anne said, breaking the awkward silence. "But the dice can't decide everything," Lucy said, and for a moment she drew her lower lip pensively under her upper one. Her eyes were almost bulging with excitement. "First, as Bill said earlier -- we can't match James and Anne together..." she observed. At this point she looked quizzically at my aunt, then at me, almost as if silently questioning whether in fact this really was off-limits. My stomach gave a small churn. Lucy licked her lips in that innocent way that seemed to me anything but innocent. "And," she continued, "we don't want the same pairing as last time, either..." It seemed to me to be almost pointless to shake the dice if there were few options for the next round. But as Caroline walked to the coffee table, picked up one die and shook it vigorously in her cupped hands, I changed my mind. As she shook it in her hands my eyes were drawn to her ripe breasts bouncing subtly up and down under her tight blue dress. Although they were big, her bra restrained them quite well. But not completely. The sight almost mesmerised me. Her dress hugged her waist and hips, too. The blue jersey fabric looked soft and inviting. Although I was embarrassed by the presence of her partner Jack and of my aunt, I found myself looking openly at Caroline and glancing to see if the others were watching me. Like me, Bill, Lucy's partner who had just had sex with Caroline, was watching the restrained jigging of her breasts. Lucy was eagerly staring at the coffee table awaiting the roll of the die. My aunt was doing the same, but as I glanced at her, her eyes briefly met mine. She followed my gaze to Caroline's bouncing bosom, then blushed at my shameless ogling of her friend. She looked at the coffee table again. I couldn't face looking at Jack, Caroline's partner. It was daring enough to be ogling his partner without gauging his reaction as I did so. "An even number for pairs this time -- odds for groups..." she said, as Caroline leaned forward considerably but briefly and tossed the dice onto the table. My heart was pounding again with anticipation and with the lovely sight down her neckline. "Five!" Caroline announced, and Lucy almost squealed her delight. "Groups! But -- a four-and-a-two, or two threes?" Lucy asked. "We can't have one group of all six of us -- not tonight," she added more softly, and looked over again at Aunt Anne. My aunt laughed -- a rather forced laugh -- and blushed. "Shake the other die, then, Caroline to decide," my aunt urged, seeming eager to move things on. "Evens for two equal groups, odds for a four-and-a-two!" Caroline explained, beaming over at me as she continued to shake the die -- and her breasts. Her smile was natural, and her blond hair framed her face. She leaned forward as she shook the die, to show more of her lovely, pale cleavage. I felt myself begin to go harder, and hoped that I would end up with Lucy and Caroline and not to find myself vying with Bill or Jack for Caroline's attentions. She tossed the die. "Two!" Caroline cried. "Two groups of three!" Lucy clapped her hands in excitement and gave a little squeal of joy. "Given that we have a certain arrangement to avoid tonight and that we want different partners this time, that means..." at this point Lucy placed her hand on my aunt's knee and gave it a brief and gentle squeeze. I felt a twinge of illicit arousal as I watched. "...that Bill and I have the pleasure of the lovely 'Doctor' Anne!" she declared. "And you, Jack, will have James to keep you and Caroline company!" she laughed. I was thrilled at the prospect of having the lovely, busty Caroline, but disappointed and nervous at the idea of being joined by her partner. Caroline picked up one die and was about to roll it again, but Lucy motioned for her not to. "I... I thought we should decide which rooms each threesome..." Caroline protested. Lucy shook her head and licked her lips slowly. "No need," she affirmed. I think that we should all retire upstairs," she said. "Jack, Caroline, and James can have the back bedroom -- and Bill, Anne and I can have the 'room-with-a-view'..." She said the phrase as if it were all one word. She glanced over at me as she said it and drew her lower lip under her top one. This time it was my turn to blush. Firstly I was nervous yet excited that instead of being in the room that afforded a view, I would be the one providing it if I so wished. Secondly I couldn't help but wonder whether, as I had done with her, my aunt would avail herself of the opportunity to spy on me. It was clearly Lucy's plan to engineer the possibility for it... Caroline beamed warmly and naturally at me. Her face was attractive in a natural, understated way, with her shoulder length blond hair framing it. Her neck and throat were slightly lined, but it somehow added to her appeal as a mature married woman (well, as good as married - she and Jack lived together). Her neck was quite long, giving her an added natural elegance. I ran my gaze over her forty-something curvy figure and felt another twitch in my trousers as my erection began to swell further. She walked over to where I was sitting and stooped to kiss me. I stared at her surging breasts under her tight fitting blue dress, only inches from my face. Her partner, Jack, was watching intently but with a smile of approval. "Nice one, James!" he said encouragingly. Caroline's lips were fuller than Lucy's; soft, and enticing, and her breath was sweet. She moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Let's go up, then, love. I'll go first so that you can see up my dress -- for Jack's benefit as much as yours!" I glanced across at Jack, who was still smiling. Caroline straightened and stepped to the doorway. I arose and followed her. I found myself glancing at Aunt Anne, and wishing I hadn't. She too was smiling, though her face was flushed. I looked away and fixed my gaze instead on the sight before me. Jack also got up, and Caroline led the way along the hall and up the stairs. It was the second time in as many hours I had ascended those stairs for sex - and with a different lady than last time - and now with her partner as our companion, too. Although it fitted tightly, her pale blue, jersey dress had a modest slit in the back that did indeed allow a view of the backs of her lower thighs. They were pale, bare and fleshy without being too plump. Her bum cheeks rolled subtly under the soft-looking fabric, and the close fit of the dress made it crease across her hips and her waist. She was wearing navy blue shoes with low heels. I was very conscious of her nicely rounded bum just inches from my face -- and of her partner, Jack, close behind as I ogled her. I felt very perverted - and highly aroused. She went into the back bedroom, and I followed her, followed in turn by Jack. I was surprised to see that, apart from the space that the en-suite took up in the front bedroom -- the "room with a view" -- this was not much smaller. In fact it looked as big, partly as the bed was a standard double size rather than the king-sized one in the front bedroom, so the floor space seemed proportionately bigger. It had a small vanity washbasin. I felt tingly as the phrase "room with a view" -- and its implications for my time ahead with Caroline and Jack. I looked at the wall separating the two rooms and tried to guess where the spy holes from the adjoining room were. A clothes hook on the wall would allow a garment (or a picture) to be hung up to provide a screen from prying eyes - if desired. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 03 A surge of arousal ran through me as I wondered again if any of the others would avail themselves of them -- and if so whether one of the voyeurs would be my aunt. TO BE CONTINUED... Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 04 Please note: 1 Previous chapters have been in "Mature" -- subsequent ones may be in "Group" or "Taboo/incest" sections. At least Ch 01 should be read before this one. 2 My disclaimer at the beginning of Ch 02 regarding the voyeur/exhibitionist facility bears repeating: "There are several possible explanations of the 'room with a view' came to be set up but I considered it preferable not to describe how. Suffice to say that in the story it is envisaged as (a) for consensual use only (b) with the knowledge and control of all parties involved and (c) for use with over-18s only." 3 All characters are over the age of 18. __________________________________________________ Caroline sat on the bed and crossed her leg. Her dress reached to her knees, but the diagonal line of her hem revealed a small amount of pale, inviting, slightly plump thigh. I just stood there, unsure what to expect, nervous, and without the faintest idea what to say or do. I became aware of a sweet smell and noticed the aerosol can of air freshener on a chest of drawers. It was a reminder that my Aunt Anne and Caroline's partner Jack had had sex in this room -- and on this very bed -- less than an hour ago. Jack sat next to Caroline on the bed and motioned me to sit on the small armchair that faced it. He smiled. He was average build and height, a little overweight but not massively so, and his dark hair was flecked with grey. "You seem to appreciate my partner's tits, James..." he said in a matter-of fact way. I felt myself blush again. "Oh don't be embarrassed. I'm just enquiring. I mean -- you WERE having a good look at them under her dress, weren't you?" I nodded. "I don't blame you, mate," he added cheerfully. "They are nice. Nice and big! Ripe and soft, aren't they..." I watched as he cupped one of her breasts and kneaded it through the tight-fitting blue jersey fabric. "Were you trying to make out my nipples?" Caroline asked. I nodded. "Make them go hard so he can see them, Jack," she said softly. I watched his fingertip trace over her large orb, then in little spiral movements. He made gentle little scratching movements through the dress. "I'VE seen you looking at my boobs through my dress, too, you naughty boy!" she said to me in a mock-scolding tone "Do you like them?" she asked more gently, sighing with pleasure as Jack stimulated her. I could make out the tip of her nipple beginning to press against the blue jersey material. "Yes," I replied, not knowing what else to say. I longed to do something, but they were strangers, and man and partner, too, of course, and I felt intimidated, an intruder on their intimacy. This was the whole point, of course, but I was way out of my comfort zone. "You must like them, to have been looking at them so openly right under everyone else's nose!" Caroline pretended to chide, then added, "including the nose of my own partner -- and your aunt!" Both she and Jack seemed to relish my embarrassment. "Yes, I do, Caroline. I... I think they're gorgeous," I added, trying to regain my composure. "And I suppose that while we were all sitting talking you were undressing me in your mind, trying to imagine my big boobies naked -- what they would look like, what they would FEEL like?" "Yes, I did," I replied, becoming more confident. "I KNOW you did. I saw your prick go hard through your trousers!" she continued. I held her gaze then my gaze strayed to her partner's fingers as he stroked and caressed her big orbs. "You tried to hide it, but I saw it. I bet your aunt did, too. I know Lucy did, too. I saw her staring at the bulge in your jeans. I expect she thought it was her that was making it grow, and she was partly right. But I saw your prick give a little twitch as you glanced across at my juicy boobs." "Why don't you do what I'm doing, mate?" Jack asked. "Come over here if you like, and make her other nipple go big and hard!" I sat on the other side of Caroline. The bedsprings creaked. The bed had an open pine frame and springs, rather than a divan. I gazed at her partner's hand as he teased her nipple. Sure enough it began to jut more firmly against the soft fabric of her dress. I mimicked his actions, thrilling at the feel of her nipple hardening under my fingertip, and I found my gaze alternating between my hand and his. It felt very illicit to be invited to touch Caroline's breasts by her partner and to be doing so at the same time as him. I was acutely conscious, too, that his hand had just half an hour or so earlier been exploring, and pleasuring, my Aunt Anne. The realisation made distaste and lust arise in my mind. Caroline whimpered and, like me, her eyes went from one hand and breast to the other. "That's nice, James. You have a nice touch. I like to share my boobs with other men. I like to bare them to strangers and invite them to touch them -- and, if I like them, maybe invite them to kiss them and suck them, too!" She seemed so prim and proper I doubted whether this was really the case, but it didn't matter. It was fun to imagine her doing so. "Give that tit a little squeeze, mate -- feel the size, the weight..." Jack encouraged. Her breast felt firm, well restrained by her bra, and her dress was warm and soft to touch. My eye wandered from her subtly palpating orb to the top of her cleft. Above and to each side of it her skin was slightly lined, but to me she was enormously sexy. I had long fantasised about having sex with an older woman, and enjoyed porn of women over forty. For the second time that very evening it was happening; my hand was once more touching the breast of a mature, sexually experienced woman. And I was doing so while her partner played with her other one! "I think you should have a look down my dress, James," she crooned. I was almost trembling with suppressed desire as she leaned forward and tugged her neckline away from her. Its tight fight only allowed it to move an inch or so, but it allowed me to see her lacy bra, of a shade of blue that almost matched her dress. Her cleft was deep. Her orbs were big and round in her bra and one nipple stood out against it. "Unzip her dress and she can show you her tits in just her bra," Jack said. His eyes were bright as he took in my desire for his partner. I knelt on the bed and unzipped the back of her dress. I could see the broad back panel of her substantial bra and the wide straps. Jack was smiling. I held his gaze, though nervously, as I leaned forward. He said nothing but I saw him rub his crotch through his trousers. I kissed his partner's back. He made no objection. I planted several more light kisses on her back. Her skin was soft and warm. She sighed. I cupped her breast and rocked it up and down through her dress and bra. "Mmmm, James, you know how to please a woman -- even an older woman!" Caroline sighed. "I... I hope I'm not too old for you!" she added. "Of course you're not!" I said reassuringly, and I meant it. "I... I think you're really sexy... really attractive, too..." "Slide my dress down off my shoulders -- but no taking my bra off, you bad boy -- not till I give you permission. I'll tell your auntie if you do!" Her mention of my aunt made a bead of perspiration break out on my back. I found myself wondering whether she was watching me right now. It beaded more as I wondered, as I had earlier, what else she was doing right then. With Bill, Lucy's husband. And with Lucy. The thought of her and Lucy together was even more illicit than the thought of her with Jack. I recalled a few minutes earlier when Lucy had rested her hand on Aunt Anne's knee. Were the two of them together pleasuring Bill, I wondered? Or even each other? Thankfully I had plenty to break such thoughts. My hands trembled as I slid the blue jersey fabric of her dress off Caroline's shoulders. I looked over her shoulder and watched as her dress rested on her ample breasts. "It's no good leaving it there, honey!" she murmured. I gently held the neckline and eased it down over her lace-covered breasts. Jack was watching me intently. Caroline stood up and stepped away. Jack shuffled back to make room as she sat on the bed again, upright near the headboard this time. Her powder-blue lacy bra looked very full, and above it her skin looked pale and smooth. I fleetingly debated whether to cover the spy holes by removing my shirt and hanging it up on the clothes hook, but I was too preoccupied. In any case, none of us was on display naked or doing anything explicit for any watchers to see -- including my aunt -- in the next room. "Do you like big boobs?" Caroline asked, smiling at me and cupping my hand harder against her lovely orb. I loved the way it gave way slightly through the scratchy lace. "Yes. Yes I do." "And you don't mind OLDER big boobs," she prompted. "I... I... I've never had the pleasure. But I... I often wish I had..." I replied. My coyness was genuine, given that she and I were discussing her breasts in the presence of her common-law husband. "Have a good feel of her tit, then... like this..." Jack encouraged. He cupped one of her breasts and pressed it down a little, then rolled it round. I copied his actions. Caroline was watching my hand and her partner's alternately and cooing and grunting her approval. "What do you think, Jack?" she asked. Her voice sounded slightly hoarse. "Shall I give him a glimpse of my big, BARE boobs?" "If you want to, love!" he replied. "I do, Jack. I really do. You don't mind, do you?" she pleaded. "No. I know you want to, love," he answered. "Even though he's a stranger and we've never met him till tonight?" she persisted. No, I don't mind. Really. Go ahead..." Jack reassured. "Thank you, Jack!" she replied, beaming. "I want to see his sweet, half-may-age face as they appear naked before him..." "Do it then, love. Be my guest!" her partner insisted. I knew it was a script -- or a variation of one -- that they had used before, but I found it as arousing as they did: the supposedly desperate, mature woman craving the attention of a stranger and begging her husband's permission, (I know they weren't technically married, but they were as good as) and him agreeing and savouring his wife's cheating before his very eyes. "Kneel up on the bed, then, honey," Caroline said to me. I did, to the sound of a further creak and groan form the springs. My eyes fastened on her blue lacy bra, and on the rise and fall of her big, pale breasts inside and above it. She slid her hands behind her back and I saw the tension of her bra slacken. I longed to reach out for her but I awaited her -- or Jack's -- prompting. She held one hand across her breasts to keep her bra in place but slid one strap off her shoulder. It flopped down her arm, which struck me as quite slender for a woman of her age, though her inner arms were slightly flabby. She reversed the position of her hands in order to slip down the other bra strap. It was an erotic slow tease. "Would you like to see my big squashy boobies, then, James?" Her voice was strained with excitement. "Yes. Yes, Caroline. If... if Jack doesn't mind, I'd love to. I'd REALLY love to," I replied, trying to enter into the spirit of their role-play. "But they're not as firm as they used to be, honey," she teased, and as she spoke she moved her arm so that her bra shifted a little between it and her breasts. The tops of her breasts quivered and rippled above her arm, too. "They're a bit floppy and saggy, I'm afraid. Are you sure you'd still like to see them?" "Absolutely sure. Please show me. PLEASE, Caroline, you sexy lady..." I responded. And she did. Jack's eyes went from my eager expression to her breasts and back to my face again as she slowly lowered her bra. Her breasts flopped forward and down a little. Although they sagged somewhat, they were natural, and mature -- and they were being bared for my benefit and just inches from me. Her nipples were pale, large, and half-hard. I for my part went fully hard at the enthralling sight. She knelt up on the bed. It creaked again. "Are they okay, honey? Are Caroline's boobs good enough for a hot young stud like you?" she pleaded. "I nodded. "They're fabulous." "You mean that?" she urged. "Yes. I most certainly do." "Only... I was thinking... if you really liked them I would expect you to squeeze them and fondle them -- and to kiss and suck them..." I looked at Jack. "Well, don't be shy, mate -- do as the lady says... like this..." He knelt up before her slightly saggy left breast and stooped. He scooped her flaccid breast to his mouth in his hand and began to kiss and to lick it. She whimpered and cradled his head. I did the same with the right breast, watching her ample flesh overlapping my palm as I compacted it, raised it, and leaned to nuzzle and kiss it. I stared at the rippling of her flesh as I ran my lips and tongue over it, and watched Jack doing the same beside me. I felt her other hand caress my scalp and the back of my neck. I withdrew my mouth and gently rocked and bounced her breast up and down with my over-full hand, spellbound by the sight and feel of its surging and swaying. She sighed with delight, and Jack copied my palpating action. His presence was an acute embarrassment and a naughty delight at one and the same time. I found my eyes drawn to the wall that separated us from Bill, his wife Lucy, and my Aunt Anne. I stared brashly for a few moments at where I reckoned the spy holes were in case any of them was looking, then I looked away, blushing, and back to the absorbing spectacle before me. Jack rubbed her nipple gently between his finger and thumb, and I did the same, relishing its stiffening to my touch. I held her nipple and gently tugged on it, stretching it away from her, and shaking her flaccid breast by it. I saw Jack do the same. Caroline murmured softly, "Mmmm, yes, that's nice, boys, that's nice!" We both grunted our agreement. We resumed licking a nipple each, teasing around it, pressing it flat and letting it rise back, hard and stiff. Jack pushed her breast, compressed by his hand, a bit higher and I watched her lower her face. I thought she was going to kiss him but instead she poked out her tongue and rubbed it against his, then against her own nipple. The sight of her tongue working with his on the rubbery point and flickering against his tongue was very wanton. The mattress creaked intermittently and I was relieved that nobody was in the room below. Then with a sudden surge of arousal, I wondered whether this had been the very reason that Caroline and Bill had chosen to have sex in the dining room earlier, beneath this bedroom, rather than in the more comfortable lounge. Whether that was the reason or not, it dawned on me that their sexual liaison may well have been accompanied by the sound of Caroline's partner Jack having sex with Aunt Anne. I was startled by the naughty probability, and both relieved and disappointed that I had not heard it. To my delight Caroline turned her head, and her tongue met mine on her right nipple. Our tongues massaged each other and her hard, saliva-moistened nipple. We carried on like this for several minutes, each of us watching as tongue teased tongue and nipple, and watching her hard pink tongue self-pleasuring her nipples. My confidence was growing and I glanced at Jack. He smiled and flickered his eyebrows, then resumed pleasuring his partner. I smirked with relief and excitement. He drew the tip of her big, juicy orb into his mouth and began to suck gently on it, massaging the surrounding flesh with his hand at the same time. I did the same, then began to suck more eagerly, thrilling in the feel of her yielding flesh in my mouth. Jack, too, sucked harder, and the sound seemed very loud, especially as we were out of synch, and very rude. Caroline cooed and whimpered her pleasure, and caressed the backs of our heads as she suckled us both. I withdrew my face and stared again at her lovely, mature, as-good-as-married breast. I still held it in my hand, compacting it a little, and kneaded it gently, watching its alluring pumping, pulsing action in response. As I knelt gazing she lowered her mouth again. Then she took her own breast into her mouth and began to suck it, slowly and gently, then more greedily and louder. My erection was pressing almost painfully against my boxers at the lewd sight and sound. Her orb palpated in time with her sucking, and her cheeks puckered and relaxed alternately. Jack likewise released her breast from his mouth, and she switched her mouth to suck the saliva-coated breast he had been attending to. This went on for several minutes -- though for me it was so intense that it seemed to last much longer -- Caroline alternately sucking one breast and licking one nipple while Jack or I pleasured the other. She looked up and grinned at Jack. "He wasn't kidding -- he really DOES like my big juicy jugs, doesn't he!" I blushed. Then I lay on my side before her, propping myself on one elbow. I kissed and nuzzled her stomach through her warm, bunched-up dress. Although she was not obese, her stomach yielded delightfully through the soft jersey material. I cupped her big breast that hung above my face and kneaded it. I brushed the ridges and creases of her tight, soft dress with my lips and fingertips. My threesome fantasies until now had always involved myself and two women, and in some ways Jack's presence was a distraction and an embarrassment. I felt in some ways it was cramping my style. But in other respects it was very enthralling. I felt like a voyeur, an exhibitionist, and a joint participant all at the same time. Obviously his relationship with Caroline was an extra dimension to it, and he was clearly relishing watching me take my pleasure with his common-law wife. I propped myself higher and pushed my face under her breast, staring at its sensual movement and at Jack's stimulation of her left breast. Caroline whimpered with pleasure and gazed down at us alternately. She pulled back and swung her legs off the bed. Her gorgeous breasts swayed and the bed groaned as she stood up. "I think this dress needs to come right off..." she crooned. She tugged it up from where it lay bunched around her waist, and eased it up and over her breasts, then off her head. She draped it on a chest of drawers. She was wearing only a pale blue lacy pair of panties. She struck a couple of poses, with her hands on her hips and her mouth pouting, her shoulder-length blond hair framing her saucy face, for my benefit and Jack's. She tugged the gusset of her panties into her slit, stretching it tight so that her labia pressed against the blue lace. She dragged them aside and bared her shaved swollen mound and lips. Then she took hold of them in both hands and dragged them down. Her mound was almost completely shaved, but above her hood there was a small tuft of fine, uncropped blond hair. It somehow emphasised her crotch more than if she was completely hairless, like a punctuation mark on a page of writing or a hat on a woman's head. Her eyes were bright and intense as she fed off my hungry stare. She grinned and kicked her panties off, then her shoes. "Lie down, both of you -- across the bed, with your heads just hanging over the edge," she said. I followed her instructions, and so did Jack. She took a few steps past us both, then returned to stand in front of me. Her hips swayed enticingly, and so did her ample breasts. I looked up at her pale nipples. They were hard and erect. She leaned over me. "Poke out your tongue, James. Don't move it. No licking. Just poke it out and keep it as still as you can..." She swung her fleshy thigh over my neck so that she was straddling me but facing me. Slowly she bent her knees and lowered her pussy towards my face, then raised it again teasingly without quite allowing it to touch me. She repeated this several times, sometimes keeping it just above my face for a few moments, sometimes raising it almost immediately. I stared longingly at the pale, swollen lips and hood, and at the jaunty crest of hair above it. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 04 "Sniff my snatch -- sniff the aroma of my excited pussy, honey..." I did. It was sweetly musky. She brushed it fleetingly over my lips and I tasted her sweet juice. She lowered it down again against my tongue, then began to thrust it gently up and down on my hard, extended tongue, bending and straightening her knees to do so. "That's it, love," her partner urged her. "Fuck his eager young tongue and coat it with your juices..." I couldn't see his face without cricking my neck and removing it from Caroline's riding movements, but his voice was slightly hoarse with the thrill of watching his partner do this to me. After a few more moments of thrusting and then teasing with her pussy scarcely brushing my mouth or held just above it, she stepped away and stood astride Jacks' face instead, treating him to the same teasing and thrusting. I licked my lips, savouring her residual taste. I raised my hand and rubbed it up and down her plump outer thigh. As she had with me, Caroline moved away from Jack after a few minutes. He got up from the bed. Caroline straddled my neck again and lowered her blond-crested pussy to my mouth but remained still this time. "Kiss my pussy, James. Kiss it and lick it and eat it, honey!" she murmured. I gazed up at the saucy tuft of hair and stroked it, running my fingertips through the soft silken pubes. I pushed my tongue against her turgid lips, pushing them from side to side. I dragged my tongue slowly up along her slit and back, and chewed on them with my mouth, tugging on them, stretching them and letting them flip back again. I probed my tongue inside her slit, seeking her opening. She groaned, and Jack looked on keenly. He kicked off his shoes and tugged off his socks, then unfastened his trousers. I looked away as he pulled them and his underpants off. There was a bath towel on the bedside cabinet and he placed it over the seat of the armchair and pulled it so that it was facing a yard, so or me from my head. It confirmed my suspicions of the purpose of the towel I had spotted through the open doorway of the dining room as Caroline and Bill finished getting dressed. I continued to lap and lick Caroline's pussy and alternately caressed her silky tuft and rubbed her clit. It was hard and sticky. She leaned forward and I realised that she was taking Jack's erection in her mouth as I ate her and fingered her. I looked over at the mirror and saw her head and shoulders rising and falling and her big, sagging breasts gently slapping against his thighs. He cupped them and kneaded them rhythmically. As well as the rude sight in the mirror I still found myself staring at the pussy of this sexy, mature woman as I ate it and savoured her sweet, sticky juice. The sound of my licking and sucking was augmented by the still ruder sounds of her sucking her partner. I cupped her bum cheeks. They were slightly flabby. I kneaded them and rolled them away from each other and back again in little circular movements. We carried on like this for several minutes. I felt her pussy give a few involuntary twitches and with a smug sense of satisfaction I realised that she was not far from coming. I eased a finger into her moist opening and thrust it gently but firmly in and out. I frigged her sticky button with my tongue and sucked it. I felt her straddling thighs shudder against my neck and her pussy twitched again. Then, sighing and whimpering as she continued to lick and suck Jack's erection, she came against my mouth with a long low moan and a violent shaking of her whole body. Jack was now running his hands over her back, and her breasts swung and swayed with joyful abandon. In the mirror, her expression was serene and her eyes were closed -- but her mouth was still clamped around Jack's member and he was thrusting gently and shallowly in and out between her lips. I suddenly remembered the possibility that we were all being watched by Bill, his wife Lucy, and my Aunt Anne from the adjoining room. I felt suddenly uncomfortable, conspicuous and perverted. After all, my aunt had only allowed a view for a few minutes and had not permitted Lucy or I to see anything explicit, yet here I was having just performed oral sex on Jack's partner and made her come. I shuddered. But then it occurred to me that my dad's sister had at least gone so far as to afford me a view of her and Jack, even if not for long. Besides, I told myself, the others might be too preoccupied to be watching the three of us. And Aunt Anne was able to make up her own mind whether to look or not. To be honest, though, I still felt ashamed at allowing myself to be on show like this. It was simply that it seemed a bit wimpish to ask if we could screen ourselves from view, as neither Jack nor Caroline seemed to consider it. Then as Caroline stepped away from me I almost felt I had a point to prove. The top of my head was facing the wall of the room where the others were ensconced, with my body lying lengthways away from it. Now I sat up and swung round. As Jack had done, I slipped off my shoes and socks. Then, facing the wall, and trying to look bold and devil-may-care, I pulled off my shirt, jeans and boxers. Caroline was now standing upright. Her breathing was still irregular and her face was still flushed from her climax. She looked me up and down with approval. As her gaze rested on my erection it gave a kind of salute, a reflex of increased arousal. She laughed, and Jack and I joined in. She took it in her hand and did the same with Jack's. I watched both her hands rocking up and down and whilst I had no wish to look closely at Jack's erect member, I was heartened to see that it was not much bigger than mine. Perhaps it was a shade longer but I reckoned -- rightly or wrongly -- that mine was a little thicker. I wondered whether my aunt had held it tenderly and looked at it as intently as Caroline was now doing. I avoided looking at the wall now, but if anyone was watching now they would see my swollen manhood being gently wanked by Caroline. Another twinge of shame and illicit delight gripped me at the thought. Caroline was glancing from one throbbing, purple tip to the other. "I think you both need to lie down on the bed and take turns in giving me a titty-fuck!" she said softly. At this point I had to nudge her hand away. I was afraid I would explode there and then. I got onto the bed and shuffled over so that Jack could lie down next to me. It felt very odd and a little unpleasant to be naked so close to another man, but I soon forgot my discomfort. Caroline took a bottle of baby oil from the bedside cabinet and tipped some down her deep cleft. Then she knelt on the bed and crawled up until her big, warm, squashy breasts were resting on my thighs. They moulded gorgeously against me, and I felt the sticky warmth of the oil on my tender tip. Then bracing herself on one elbow, she held her other arm across her breasts to support and cradle them and eased her deep, lubricated cleft over my length. I groaned at the sight and sensation. Her breasts were warm and enveloped my throbbing hardness. My tip disappeared and poked rudely back into sight as she rocked slowly back and forth. Jack reclined on his side and ran his hands over her back, but his eyes were fixed on the same sight as the one that transfixed me. "Oh yes, you rude bitch! Let him fuck your big juicy jugs! Oh yeah!" he hissed. His words seemed genuinely to thrill her rather than offend her, and she rocked harder and faster now. I groaned. She eased herself off me. Some pre-cum was seeping from my slit. She held my length and rubbed it against each of her nipples, as if painting my stickiness onto them. Then she rubbed it into her skin. She gazed at my erection, and at Jack's. "I'm spoilt for choice, Jack. What do you think?" she asked softly. "I don't know. Why not ask James, love?" he replied. "He's a bit shy. He's only young!" she said teasingly, looking at me and winking. "But I suppose I could..." My heart was thumping with excitement and apprehension, as I had no idea what was being proposed. "Would you like to fuck me, James, while Jack shoots his load over my big boobies? Or would YOU like to come over my tits while HE fucks me?" It was a tough choice, but if I gave it too much thought I would look stupid. I shrugged my shoulders in indecision but then replied falteringly. "Hell, Caroline, what a choice. I... I'd like to do both. But if you don't mind, I think... I... I'd like to... er... to fuck you." She laughed softly but kindly at my embarrassment. So did Jack. I gave a chuckle myself, though it was a bit forced. I really did like the idea of unloading over her big mature breasts, but somehow to penetrate her in her partner's presence seemed more daring, more illicit. "I don't mind. Do you mind, Jack?" "You know I don't, love. You know how much it turns me on watching you get fucked by another bloke!" he replied breezily. He picked up a condom from the bedside cabinet and tossed it to her. My heartbeat was racing at the prospect, and I hoped that the viagra would keep me hard despite my embarrassment. Caroline peeled the condom open deftly and eased it onto my hard length. Then she shuffled down the bed and sat on its end. It creaked. And she lay down on her back with her feet resting on the floor. I needed no further prompting. I stood between her pale, plumpish thighs and, stooping, eased into her. I stared as my manhood slid into her opening, and watched it thrusting slowly and rudely in and out of her gorged pussy. I looked at Jack. He was gazing at the sight, too. He was kneeling by his partner's breasts and shafting himself slowly with his hand, clearly aroused at seeing her being taken by another man. I felt her plump but strong thighs lock around my hips. I clasped them with my hands, standing upright and bracing myself to thrust harder. Each stroke made her breasts surge freely, and the sight egged me on, as did the low, guttural grunts she gave and the rude, rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs. Her fingers glided down her body and rested on her hood. As I thrust she stroked and rubbed herself. It looked very lewd and reminded me of some porn scenes I had watched. I knew that I could not last long, but paced myself as best I could. My thrusts were accompanied by the soft slapping of my body against hers, by the rude but quiet squishing sound of her inner moistness, and by the sympathetic creaks of the bed. Another sound was then added to the mix. I was embarrassed by the sight of Jack as he shafted himself, but it was impossible not to look as he held his hardness close to his partner's big, soft, bouncing orbs. The faint fap-fapping sound of his masturbation and the sound of his irregular breathing were nasty but erotic additions to the sound of my body against and inside his partner's. His teeth were gritted and he glanced from her swaying breasts to her pussy, filled and pumped by my pulsing, thrusting member. He held his erection and gently slapped it against her surging orb-flesh, then he began shafting harder, faster, and he was gasping. Then it happened. A thick string of his seed streaked out from his hand-shaken tip and onto her breasts. The vigorous bouncing of her breasts made it dribble into her cleft and hang rudely off the top of her orb. Another smaller bead of cum followed, spurting onto her nipple and the skin surrounding it. A few more drips were squeezed by his hand onto her quivering breasts. She raised her left hand -- her right one was still caressing her hood and her clit -- and rubbed the sticky goo into her skin. The vulgar sight drove me to the edge. Then I stared back to her pussy, at the lewd, rhythmical disappearance and part re-appearance of my thrusting length, and at the self-pleasuring of her fingers. I clasped her thighs with my hands and drove deep, holding still as, gasping, I emptied myself inside her. I felt a quickening of her body and, although my orgasm was over I continued to thrust as best I could, and stared entranced at her sweetly-contorted face and at her jerking body as she reached her second climax. Her expression was serene as she lay still afterwards for a few moments. I felt gratified to have made her come not once but twice. Caroline half-sat up and beamed at Jack, then at me. I stared at the rudely glistening skin of her breasts. She gave a chuckle of delight and satisfaction, and Jack and I joined in. Then she sat up and gazed down at her breasts, streaked with beads of her partner's seed and with a long string of it hanging down off her right breast. "Look at the state of me! I'd better get cleaned up before we rejoin the others!" she exclaimed. Jack grabbed a box of wipes from the bedside cabinet and passed them round. Each of the three of us avoided eye contact as we cleaned ourselves off, as if not knowing how to react to each other now that we were still naked yet done. "I presume you're staying the night like us, mate," James said, as if to break the tension. "I mean, your aunt usually does. There are three bedrooms -- oh, and a bed-settee downstairs as well -- for you or your aunt, I mean. So that you don't have to... well, so you have a room each... sort of thing..." I knew his fumbling words were unintentional but they seemed to highlight again the anomaly of my aunt and I being there -- the only pair there that weren't a true couple. But -- and again I knew that it wasn't intended to, but his faltering words seemed to imply a tension that really ought to be resolved... "I... er... I don't know," I replied, trying to get a grip. "This whole evening was a complete surprise... but a nice one. I really deliciously nice one," I replied foolishly. "I'd be surprised if she doesn't want to stay the night -- assuming you do, of course," he added. "Bill and Lucy usually take one double room and Caroline and I the other, but any door that's left open is an invitation for others to sneak in or out at any time. It makes for some nice surprises!" My stomach gave a churn as I thought of the various possibilities, and of one particularly shocking one. It was all so outrageous it was hard to believe it was happening. We all got dressed shyly and when we were fully clothed, I glanced at Caroline. I thought of her in her smart business clothes in meetings at the bank. I looked at Jack and imagined him in his director's office of the local but successful road haulage company that he owned. I thought of Bill and his senior partnership at the law firm. I thought of Lucy, the stay-at-home housewife, chatting to neighbours as she pegged out the washing or came back from the supermarket. I thought of my Aunt Anne, sitting at her desk at work and processing the insurance claims. Each one of them seemed so respectable and ordinary, and yet their lifestyles were a secret yet blatant contradiction of that respectability. I thought of myself, too, a college student (I was twenty two years old at the time but had worked for a couple of years before commencing my course). I imagined my friends asking when the new academic year began how my summer had been and whether I had done anything exciting. I pictured myself shrugging and trying to sound non-committal as I simply said I had spent some time at my aunt's to help her get her house straight after a move... But most of all I wondered about my Aunt Anne, who had sprung this whole thing upon me and who had deliberately exposed her breasts earlier that evening. I longed to know -- yet part of me would rather not -- whether she had designs on me or had simply brought me along to have fun with her friends. And I wondered whether her friends were trying to engineer the illicit potential outcome that was beginning to fill my thoughts. The possibility was dreadful and too distasteful to contemplate. But a part of me warmed to the idea, and if I am honest I would have to say that its very illicitness was a large part of its appeal. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 05 If you haven't already, you should read at least chapter 1 for the context and introduction to this. Thanks for the positive feedback so far... ___________ My body was aching slightly and sweetly, and Caroline, Jack and I headed downstairs. Lucy, Aunt Anne and Bill were already there. Aunt Anne was still wearing her short, white doctor's coat but Lucy was now wearing a floral print satin robe that reached her mid-thighs. As we entered the room she crossed her leg in a slightly contrived way that caused it to rise higher up her lean thighs. Then after a moment or two she tugged the hem towards her knee as if her thigh flash had been unintentional. Bill, her husband, was wearing a tee shirt and chinos. He smiled as Caroline, Jack and I sat down. The die had been removed from the table, and we all helped ourselves to a drink or two, though as I mentioned earlier, the alcohol was in fairly short supply. I smiled to myself as I recalled my initial reaction a couple of hours earlier -- that the lack of booze must mean a long, boring evening! As before, the talk was inane and contained no reference to the swinging that had been taking place. Aunt Anne made only intermittent and fleeting eye contact with me. However, when she did, we exchanged smiles. She also asked if I would mind if we spent the night at Bill and Lucy's. She pointed out that Caroline and Jack were doing so, and that it would mean that she could have another drink or two without worrying about driving. I blushed and said that I didn't mind at all. Several of us began to yawn, and after twenty minutes or so Caroline and Jack drifted off upstairs. They made a point of announcing that Lucy had invited them to sleep in the back bedroom. Bill looked at me in a friendly way. "I don't know whether the rules have been explained to you, James. A closed bedroom door means 'Do not disturb' -- whoever is in there wants to sleep, or else er... just doesn't want to be disturbed." He raised his eyebrows suggestively. Lucy tittered. Aunt Anne blushed. "An open bedroom door is an invitation to others to come and join whoever is in there," he continued. "Lucy and I will sleep in our usual room -- the master bedroom. There are two single bedrooms upstairs and this sofa here makes into a bed as well, er... if need be." "Any preference, Anne?" he asked. Aunt Anne smiled back. I glanced at her small breasts that were just discernible under the slightly stiff white fabric of the doctor's coat, and her long legs below its hem. They were bare and well toned rather than slender, partly a result of her horse riding. "Oh I think I'll have the front single room," she said softly. She smiled at me briefly, then looked away. Her dark-blond hair was fastened up at the back of her head. "James?" Lucy enquired. "I... I think I'll take the other bedroom," I replied. A single room seemed a bad omen, and the idea of sleeping on the sofa that made into a double bed seemed more hopeful. But equally I didn't want to risk being overlooked downstairs if there were going to be some forays between rooms. "That's settled then," Lucy announced, her eyes bright with excitement. "I'll show you your room, then..." she added, smiling at me. She uncrossed her leg and I found my gaze drawn to the shadowed v-shape between her bare, slender thighs and her dressing-robe hem, though I could not see inside it. She stood up and her modest breasts gave a little surge under the floral-print satin. I saw my aunt -- and Bill -- follow my gaze, and I felt ashamed to have been caught ogling Lucy so obviously. Bill smiled as she led me out of the lounge and up the stairs. It was impossible to avoid looking at her lovely bum through the shiny satin as she went ahead of me. As we drew level with the lounge door, Bill smiled encouragingly. I gazed back at the sensual movement of his wife's buttocks just inches from my face and hands. When Lucy turned at the top of the stairs I could see inside her loose neckline. Her breast was pale and alluring, and although I couldn't see her pierced nipple I could picture it. Somehow the partial view was more arousing than if I could see it completely bared. With a delicious shudder it occurred to me that there may be another opportunity to feast my hands and mouth on it again in the night ahead. We passed the bedroom that Caroline and Jack were using. With another shudder and a twinge in my trousers I saw that the door had been left invitingly ajar, though no sound came from behind it. Almost next to it was the door to the "room with a view", Lucy and Bill's room where Lucy and I had enjoyed sex while my dad's sister and Jack had been doing the same in the adjacent room. A fleeting vision came to me of my aunt's naked little breasts and pink, cone-like nipples that I had spied through the "secret" peep-hole in the wall between the rooms. Through Lucy and Bill's open door I saw the bed where Lucy and I had indulged in sex, and it felt nasty yet delicious to think of her and her husband sleeping on it. I wondered if the door would remain open, beckoning to the rest of the houseguests. Then it hit me. I could not possibly sneak to either room during the night or early morning even if the door was left ajar. I might walk in on my Aunt Anne, half-dressed or even naked -- or, worse still, actually engaging in sex. Although the idea was not without appeal, it was just too nasty a thing to risk. I would have to hope that Lucy or Caroline would creep into my room. A wild fantasy flashed through my mind of them both doing so... The landing made another right turn past Bill and Lucy's room to run parallel with the front of the house. I glanced at the narrow, satin-clad back and shoulders before me as Lucy led me to the next door. Another door stood a couple of yards beyond it. I realised then that my room was sandwiched between Lucy and Bill's room, and Aunt Anne's. My stomach gave a little churn as I imagined her creeping past my door -- which I would of course leave open in the hope of a visit from the petite Lucy or the busty Caroline -- to join one of the other couples along the landing. I imagined myself trying half-heartedly not to listen for the grunts and whimpers, the whispered endearments and encouragements from her lips as she endeavoured not to disturb me or awaken forbidden desire in me... I felt shocked and disgusted with myself for entertaining such thoughts about my dad's sister. But my lustful thoughts were increasingly hard to fight down. I followed Lucy into the single room. It wasn't particularly large, but neither was it tiny, measuring maybe about nine feet by twelve. The bed was only single. But spread loosely on the floor was a large, brown throw of the kind used for sofas, and spread on the bedcover was a lemon, deep pile bath towel. They may as well have been emblazoned with the message "You may use the floor or the bed but please don't stain the carpet or bedcover!" My pyjama trousers lay folded on the bed (I never bother with pyjama shirts) and on the bedside chest of drawers lay my toothbrush, electric shaver and deodorant. Aunt Anne had evidently brought them, unbeknown to me, with the overnight stay as well as the swingers' party pre-planned. Right next to these, my personal effects, lay some that definitely weren't mine but had been supplied by my aunt or by our hosts; a tub of wet wipes, a pack of condoms, a box of tissues and a can of air freshener. Although I have never patronised such a place, I almost felt as if I was in a brothel. Lucy smiled and went to the door, but paused in the open doorway. She turned to face me and placed one foot several inches ahead of the other. Her deep purple, floral print robe slid open enough to expose part of her pale, creamy thigh. She licked her lip provocatively. "Good night then James. I won't say 'sleep well' because I hope you won't get much chance to sleep! I hope to see you at some point! It... it's such a lovely change to have a younger man at one of our get-togethers!" she said softly, running her eyes over me. As she turned to go I watched the hem of her robe as it swung gently against the backs of her thighs. I went to the bathroom and then got into bed. I made sure I left my door open a couple of inches. The chance of receiving a visit at least from Lucy seemed hopeful. It took me an age to get to sleep as I re-lived my time with Lucy and with Caroline and her partner Jack. My mind strayed to my aunt, with her long sexy legs, her small breasts and puffy nipples. I allowed my imagination to wander a fair bit but tried to keep it in check. I really didn't want it to run away with me too far, afraid of where it might lead. Recalling the petite but raunchy Lucy and the gorgeous busty Caroline helped considerably. I stroked and shafted myself slowly but didn't bring myself off. I had hopes for the night ahead and wanted to save myself. As I lay trying to doze off I heard the voices of Aunt Anne, Lucy and Bill in the hall downstairs, then their stifled footsteps on the stairs. I heard footsteps approaching, but Bill and Lucy whispered goodnight, and my aunt reciprocated. I heard the bathroom door close, and either Bill or Lucy entered their room, while another pair of footsteps got closer to my room. My heart was pounding but I half-closed my eyes, straining to see and hear. I had a brief view of my aunt stepping quietly past my door and to the single room adjoining mine. I was on edge but despite my straining ears I heard nothing other than footsteps taking it in turn to visit the bathroom and each return to their respective bedrooms. I glanced at my watch. It was a little after twenty past midnight, But I did not hear either Bill and Lucy's bedroom door, or my aunt's door close. Eventually, after it seemed that everyone else was remaining ensconced in their rooms, but each hoping to be disturbed, I drifted off to sleep. ____________________ I stirred and in the gloom wondered for a moment where I was. It soon came back to me though the previous evening had been so unprecedented and so intense that it hardly seemed real. As I looked around I realised I was not alone. A petite figure was in the doorway. It could only be one person. The room was dark and although it was impossible to make out any detail, Lucy's form was pale enough (though with alluring patches of shadow) to make out that she was naked. She crept across the room. I tried to sit up and speak, but she raised her finger and, placing it over my lips hissed "Shhhh!" Her furtiveness made me feel aroused and guilty. It had been initially been embarrassing enough earlier on when I had accompanied her to her marital bed for sex with her husband's consent, but now I was unsure whether he knew or would be happy with her and I being together. She brushed her lips across mine and chewed my lower lip with hers. "Shhh!" she repeated, close to my ear. "Shhh! It's alright -- we're not breaking any rules. I just don't particularly want to disturb any of the others!" Her finger found my nipple and played with it. I found her pierced nipple and tugged lightly on the gold hoop. Her nakedness was partly obscured by the darkness and the effect was mesmerising as I tried to discern it better. The dark patch of verdant hair between her thighs was very evident. She took me by the hand and guided me to my feet. She kissed me. My manhood was beginning to stir and brushed her hip through my pyjama trousers. She slid her lithe hand inside the fly and her palm pressed my hardening length against her body. I felt her wedding ring on my swelling flesh. "Let's go downstairs, love; it will be more private!" she whispered. I felt almost as if I was still dreaming. The landing was not wide enough for us to walk side by side, and she reached her arm behind her and clasped my hand in hers against her back. We crept out of my room. I glanced at my aunt's door. It was closed. I had no way of knowing whether this signified that she was sleeping, of course, or whether she had left her room to join someone else. Or... or, though it seemed unlikely given that there was only a single bed in there, there may be someone in there with her right now. A fleeting fantasy image burst on my mind: Caroline and Aunt Anne asleep on a throw on the floor, cradling each other in their arms as they slept. I blushed at the lewdness of my thoughts about my aunt, of whom I was genuinely fond, and to whom I had just days earlier begun to consider sexually. Lucy led me softly past her own bedroom door. Brief recalled images of having sex with her in that very room filled my mind. The door was ajar but, although there was no light or sound emanating from it, I couldn't help wondering whether my aunt or Caroline had taken Lucy's place with her husband. My tautening erection gave a little twinge. The same thoughts passed briefly through my mind as we sneaked past Caroline and Jack's slightly-open door in the gloom. The room was in silence. Were they both there, I wondered? Had one of them left their partner in search of another? Or was someone else in there with them? And might that someone be Aunt Anne? Lucy's assurance about not breaking rules reassured me. I would genuinely have hated to think I was doing these things behind the back or against the wishes of any of the others. Being led, silently and tiptoeing, by the hand by a naked woman while her husband was presumably asleep added a new squishy element. As we reached the stairs I rested my hand against the soft, smooth skin of her back. We both sniggered quietly a couple of times as a stair creaked. Her small hand in mine felt delicious and she squeezed it gently from time to time on our slow, tentative journey. Her wedding ring rubbed against my finger; it was another reminder of the forbidden nature of our rendezvous. We reached the hall, and, being further from earshot now, crept more boldly to the door of the lounge. Lucy bent down just inside the doorway. Her lovely pale, rounded bum cheeks were thrust up towards me. With another pang of shame the sight reminded me that, just a couple of hours or so earlier, this married woman who was old enough to be my mother had introduced me to anal sex. I realised she was reaching for a switch on an electrical socket. She flicked it and a soft light came on. She stood up and turned to me. She put her mouth to my ear and whispered. "I want to show you something, James. I don't think you'll have seen it before, but I'm sure you'll like it!" she breathed. She led me by the hand into the lounge and closed the door behind us. I think I gasped with shock. I know I froze, rooted to the spot. On the convertible sofa-bed, Aunt Anne -- my dad's sister -- was reclining facing us. She was smiling, but her expression was intense. I glanced at Lucy. Her eyes were wide open with excitement and she flicked her tongue over her lips. My eyes were dragged inexorably back to my aunt. Lucy stepped up behind me. Her naked breasts pressed against the skin of my back as she whispered close to my ear. "Look! Look at that! Feast your eyes on the naughty sight!" My aunt had a white bed sheet drawn across her. But it was crumpled into a narrow strip and covered only her midriff. My hungry gaze roved all over her. Her long, well-toned legs were folded to one side of her. Her crotch was hidden by her closed thighs but I could see the top of what I assumed to be a narrow strip of short-trimmed, pale hair. A butterfly and flower image was tattooed to one side and a little higher than her stubble. Although not located anywhere too explicit, it was low enough down to seem a declaration of her sexuality. So did her short-trimmed pussy hair. Her breasts were mounted quite high and were small, A-cup I guessed. Each looked quite firm, and its smallness separated it from its twin. My eyes were drawn to each fascinating nipple, the way that its tip and areola combined into a pink cone rather than a flat ring surrounding the point. I felt my erection press against my pyjama trousers. I felt very conspicuous and rude, sporting such obvious evidence of my lust for her in the well-lit room. I considered covering it with my hand, but given the view of herself that Aunt Anne was presenting to me, doing so seemed a bit pathetic -- and pointless. I gazed into her face. Her dark-straw hair was slightly wavy and hung naturally and a little untidily around her face. The fingers of one hand played with it nervously. Her other arm trailed down to the floor. Her satin nightdress lay there crumpled and she was stroking it with her fingers. It looked like the very calf-length ivory nightdress she had been wearing when she caught me playing with myself to a porn DVD a few days earlier, and that had first awoken my desire for her. I have always enjoyed seeing a woman's nakedness a little at a time rather than all at once. Seeing my aunt like this was, to me, more erotic than if she had been completely naked. Only her pussy was hidden from sight, and even that was only hidden by her closed thighs, not by the sheet. Somehow her pose had a hint of pseudo-innocence and naivety, almost as if she didn't realise that she was covering and baring the wrong parts of her body. And the whiteness of the sheet lent her an air of apparent virgin innocence. The reality was quite the contrary, of course. She was doing all she could to seduce me, her own brother's son, to overcome any reluctance I might still have to yielding to her enticing charms. And it was the delicious contrast between her seemingly naive appearance and seductive intent that made it so arousing. I know that the eroticism of her pose may sound irrational; I'm just trying to express how potent it all seemed and, after the event, trying to rationalise why. I tried to think of something to say, but failed. My feelings pulled me in conflicting directions and I was torn between heading for the door (before I did anything I might later regret) on the one hand, and taking her there and then on the other. Instead of speaking, though, I simply gawped, speechless. "What do you think, James, love?" Aunt Anne asked. "I know I've only got little tits, but... well, I was just wondering whether for completeness you might fancy... I mean, we've partnered everyone else but each other, haven't we?" "I... oh, Auntie, I don't know what to say..." I mumbled. If Lucy had not been present my resolve would have caved in immediately. But her presence made it all seem doubly perverted, and I feared the reaction of the others if or when they found out, and my shame at their realisation of what had taken place. To my shock I saw Lucy's hand appear in front of me and to my horror it went to the fly of my pyjamas. I tried to nudge it away but she giggled and tugged my manhood out. "Don't be shy, James! Look, Anne, I think here's your answer as to what he thinks!" she said softly. She shook her hand up and down, making my erection wave up and down in greeting to my aunt. I felt Lucy's verdant bush against the back of my thigh. Her hairs felt dank as well as soft. Lucy stepped in front of me, still holding my throbbing length. I gazed at her modest breasts and nipple-piercing, at her belly and at her hairy crotch. She changed hands, and tugged gently, in effect now leading me by my erection rather than by my hand, step by fateful step until we were standing by my aunt. She gazed up at me, then at my purple end peeping from Lucy's small hand. As I was standing and Aunt Anne was reclining on the sofa-bed, my tip was shockingly near her face. "Oooh, James, you're so hard..." Aunt Anne muttered. To my acute embarrassment, a tiny seep of pre-cum appeared and dribbled onto Lucy's hand. Lucy laughed. "He's dribbling, too, Anne!" she chuckled softly. I saw my aunt's eyes rest on my knob. Her expression was intense. I blushed as she studied me. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 05 Aunt Anne's hand left her nightdress that lay on the floor, and slid slowly up my thigh. I watched it -- the hand of my dad's sister -- gliding up my leg, softly stroking it through my pyjama trousers. I watched helplessly as it rose higher. She gave my hard balls a little tickle with her long fingers through the thin cotton. Then, to my delight and shock, I watched and felt her fingertip stroking my naked taut pole below Lucy's gently clasping hand. "Mmmm, James -- is it the thought and sight of me that made you such a big boy, hmmm?" my aunt purred. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to reply, and simply nodded. I looked down at my aunt's stroking finger and Lucy's gently pulsing squeezing hand on my erection. Lucy let go of it, but Aunt Anne continued to caress and tease me with her finger. Lucy stepped beside me. "I think you should fondle your auntie's lovely little tits, don't you?" Lucy whispered. "You KNOW you want to -- and you know she's longing to feel your hand exploring them..." Lucy took my hand and guided it towards my aunt's gorgeous little breasts. I summoned what will power I could and tensed my arm in resistance. Nevertheless I was staring at those enticing nipples, and the very subtle rise and fall of the, surrounding slight mounds of flesh. Then I saw Aunt Anne's hand rise, too. She took Lucy's forearm and helped her to drag my hand to herself. My resistance had been weak. Now it was over. I watched their joint hands bring my fingers to my aunt's lovely little breast. Lucy let go and my aunt drew my fingertips back and forth over her puffy nipples. They were firm, and her small breast yielded minimally. I swept my gaze over her long, strong looking legs. The top of her pale strip of pussy hair drew my eye, too, dipping down between her closed thighs. The white crumpled sheet lay uselessly across her stomach. I gazed into her face. Her blonde, shoulder-length hair was slightly dishevelled and she was gazing eagerly into my face. "Ohhh, yes, James, that feels so good!" she whimpered. "Kiss me, love! Kiss me..." To hear my aunt asking me to kiss her, and with such passion in her voice, sent a shiver through me, though I hesitated for a moment. Inexplicably I was more reluctant to kiss her on the mouth than to touch and kiss her elsewhere. I suppose that it suggested something more than sexual attraction, and it seemed somehow more illicit even than to have sex with her. I glanced at Lucy. She drew her lower lip under her top one. "Go on -- you heard your auntie -- kiss her! She wants you to -- look into her eyes and see how badly she wants you!" Lucy whispered so as not to disturb anyone else. I kneaded each of Aunt Anne's little breasts, sweeping across her bony breastbone from one small, rounded, cone-tipped mound to the other, and stooped forward. She craned her neck towards me and pursed her soft-looking lips in anticipation. "Do it James! Kiss me! Kiss Aunt Anne!" she gasped. I kneaded her breasts and my lips met hers. We kissed briefly, tentatively. I felt her shudder with illicit delight and I too felt a little quiver run along my spine for the same reason. Our mouths met and we kissed for a few moments before parting again. We continued like this for several delicious minutes. Each time we kissed, we did so more boldly, more passionately, and each pause was briefer than the last. Our tongues met and probed and flickered against each other's. Aunt Anne sighed and whimpered softly repeatedly, though not continuously or artificially. The ardour of our kisses convinced me her whimpers were genuine. I was longing to enter her but made myself stall, knowing that the intensity of my physical and psychological arousal would prevent me from lasting long once I did so. Lucy slid her hand inside my pyjama trousers and squeezed my bum cheeks. With her other hand she kneaded her own modest breasts. I only glanced, though, then my eyes fastened once more upon my aunt. I stood up to allow my gaze to roam all over the taboo territory of her body before me. She ran her hand down between her little breasts -- it could barely be described as a cleft -- to the crumpled sheet that covered her midriff. She ran her hand along the top, creased edge, then along the bottom edge. Then, gazing intently at my equally intense expression, she slowly pulled the covering away. I gave a low gasp. Even though practically speaking she had been naked already, it seemed that in a deliberate act she was baring herself for me and in response to my appreciative and forbidden lust. The presence of other people upstairs and the need to be as quiet as we could so as not to have our shame discovered made it doubly illicit. Lucy's presence in the room with us made it trebly so. I stared at the long, sexy legs of my dad's sister, and at the little triangle formed by her closed thighs and her abdomen. She moved her closed thighs from side to side a bit, and I glanced from them to her eager face, then back. Then, slowly, she parted her thighs just briefly and just a little, then closed them again. I gave a groan of approval and of disappointment at the brevity and partial nature of the view. Lucy gave a low chuckle. "Oh Anne, you teasing bitch! You know he's dying to see it!" she murmured. "Show him! Show your nephew!" Her reference to our relationship brought the shamefulness of it flooding through my mind, but there was no going back now. My aunt rolled onto her side facing me. She ran her fingertips in light, seductive, self caressing movements up and down her side and over her stomach, then around her little breasts and awesome nipples. She moved her closed legs back and forth, drawing her knees up a little and back again. I stared at the butterfly tattoo and at the top of her pale, close-cropped hairs, silently willing her to open her legs once more. "Keep watching!" Lucy hissed. "She's going to show you! Any minute your auntie's going to show you her cunt!" Her lewd language had aroused me earlier. Now, her applying it to my aunt embarrassed and annoyed me a little. But Aunt Anne didn't seem to mind. Then... she showed me. Still on her side she stared at me as she raised one well-toned thigh and angled it slowly up and away from her other. My hungry gaze followed up her fleshy inner thigh as she bared more of it until it was shamefully revealed in its entirety to me, her brother's son! I gazed at her inscrutable expression, then back over her nakedness. Her labia were completely shaved and, as I had guessed, her pale, stubbly hair was simply a short, narrow strip that stopped just above her hood. I had a brief image in my mind of her bending over, her breasts so small that they barely hung down, swishing a razor in the washbasin or bath and watching herself as she shaved herself soft and smooth... "Stroke it, James!" my aunt murmured. "Stroke my pussy..." I hesitated, than saw Lucy's hand take mine and lead it slowly, tantalisingly slowly, to its illicit and keenly desired prize. She held it just above my aunt's pale, pouting mound. I noticed that my hand was shaking with suppressed excitement. Then I watched as Lucy lowered my fingertips to the protruding pink lips of my own aunt. I groaned as they made contact with the moist, spongy flesh. Aunt Anne gave a gasp and Lucy grunted a long, low, affirmative and approving "MMMMNNHHH!" I stroked and teased, rubbing my finger from side to side as well as dragging it up and down along Aunt Anne's slit. Her outer lips were slick and wrapped around my teasing finger. I shuffled onto the sofa-bed beside her, and Aunt Anne slid to one side to make more room. It reassured me that she was truly welcoming my naughty advances. We kissed deeply, our lips moulding and chewing each other's and our tongues seeking and snaking against each other. I glanced up at Lucy. She was tugging gently on her nipple piercing stretching and shaking her breast. Returning my attention to my aunt, I braced myself on one elbow and played with her little breast and big nipple, then I bent my neck and drew it into my mouth, chewing the taut cone and taking her entire breast into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily. Aunt Anne cooed with delight. With my other hand I stroked and rubbed her swollen lips and her hood. I found her hard, sticky button and rubbed it. My aunt gasped. I heard a movement and saw Lucy pull up a low stool close to my aunt and I. I watched her, intrigued, as I continued to pleasure Aunt Anne's pussy and breast. Aunt Anne watched her, too. Lucy sat on the stool with her knees drawn up but her thighs splayed open. Amidst her dark, silken pubes her pussy lips were puffy and slightly crinkly. She leaned back a little and braced her left hand on the floor behind her. Her right hand dipped down between her thighs and over her dark, verdant bush. And she began to stroke and to rub herself. Her breathing was slightly irregular. But although my aunt and I glanced at her repeatedly over the following few minutes, it was not Lucy who preoccupied us, and our glances were brief. Aunt Anne clasped me with her hands and caressed my back. I thrust gently against her firm thigh, conscious of my seeping tip against her soft skin. I raised myself and stopped for a few moments, then resumed, eager to prolong our pleasure for a little longer yet. Lucy was gently thrusting her pelvis against her hand, sucking her breath in softly yet audibly. "Put it in, James! Put it inside me and fuck me, love!" Aunt Anne whispered, though loud enough for our self-pleasuring spectator -- whose husband, for all I knew, was fast asleep and oblivious to it or who was possibly getting off on wondering whom she was with. Apart from very mild expletives I had never heard my aunt use strong language. Now she was urging me to fuck her. It was unbelievably erotic and wanton. She reached under the sofa bed, seeking something. "One of these though, love -- sorry!" she added, retrieving a condom and unwrapping it. "Sorry, love -- party rules!" she apologised. It was a small price to pay. She sat up to slide it onto me, and her little breasts jutted out and gave almost a flicking movement rather than a substantial surge. It was a delightful sight. She lay on her back and I raised myself, but before I could enter her, my aunt reached down and took my throbbing, condom-clad, pulsing erection. I stared at the sight of her fingers wrapped around it. My gaze ran up over her hand and up her arm to her shoulder, her lightly-lined neck, and up to her strained face. It was as if I needed the proof that it really was the hand of my aunt holding my manhood, and the pussy of my aunt that lay slick and eagerly awaiting me just inches from our consummation. "I... I don't think... I may not last very long, Auntie!" I gasped. She looked into my face tenderly but eagerly. "That's a relief, because I don't think I will, either, love! Let's just do it!" she gasped. Then she guided it into her warm, enveloping hole. She drew her knees up and dug her heels into the sofa-bed as I began to thrust and drive slowly into her. Our mouths met and we kissed pretty much continually and ardently, apart from the odd "Oh Auntie..." or "MMMhh, James!" Maybe we both felt that kissing prevented the embarrassment of spoken endearments, especially in Lucy's presence. Aunt Anne resumed caressing my back and my bum cheeks, and I teased her hard, sticky clit with one hand and her small breasts with the other. I was acutely conscious of Lucy as she masturbated on the stool watching Aunt Lucy and I approaching the brink. Aunt Anne and I continued to glance at Lucy's wanton hand and pussy as we kissed. Very soon my climax, then my aunt's, gripped and shook us. Just a moment or two after Aunt Anne's orgasm subsided and we lay still in each other's arms, gently stroking and kissing in the sweet aftermath, I was conscious that Lucy's breathing was quickening and becoming shallower. I looked across at her. So did Aunt Anne. Lucy was staring at us, but through half-closed eyes, and her face was pulled into a kind of grimace. Her modest but slightly flaccid breasts were bouncing and surging sensually as her hand and crotch rubbed against each other. It was rather shocking to be witnessing her like this, and embarrassing to be doing so as I held my aunt in my arms. I had only ever seen such things in porn, and to see it for real and almost within touching distance seized my attention, though. I looked down at Aunt Anne's face and she smiled reassuringly, then looked back at her friend, bucking, jerking and panting softly on the stool a yard and a half from us. When she was spent Lucy gave a long low "HMMMM! Oooh yes!" and gave a stifled chuckle of naughty satisfaction. Aunt Anne and I joined in. Lucy walked over to where we were lying, and from behind the sofa-bed she picked up a folded sheet. I stared at her mature naked body. She smiled at us and loosely wrapped herself in the sheet. She passed me a box of tissues and the waste bin, and pointed to my dwindling erection. I wrapped the tissue around the condom and dropped it in the bin. Lucy stepped over to the light switch and turned it off. I watched her sheet-wrapped outline pad back across the room in front of us to the other sofa and watched her lie down. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was my aunt snuggling up to me and drawing the sheet over our lightly-perspiring bodies. Lucy half sat up and called softly across. "Don't worry -- there's a travel alarm clock over here. I've set it in good time so you can be up and about before anyone else. Goodnight!" I nuzzled my aunt's neck; then we kissed one final, lingering time, and drifted off. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 06 All characters over 18 years old _________________________ I awoke to the sound of a muffled alarm clock. I opened my eyes. Still wrapped in a sheet on a sofa across the room, Lucy fumbled for the clock, which was under a cushion, and turned it off. Aunt Anne slid gently away from beside me and stood up. It was summer (though not a very warm one) and enough soft light filtered through the curtains for me to be able to see her naked body clearly. I'm guessing that most blokes wake up in the morning with an erection, or at least half-hard; I say I'm guessing, as I don't make a habit of discussing the subject. Anyway, I had awoken half-hard and now I was stiffening further as my aunt stood naked by the sofa-bed to face me. I ran my hungry gaze over her. She was tall and slim. Her dark-blond hair was dishevelled. Her eyes and mouth were smiling coyly. My eyes roamed to her neck then to her small, high-mounted breasts. I gazed upon her puffy nipples, then my eyes swept over her midriff and down to her butterfly tattoo and to her pussy, shaved smooth except for a narrow landing strip above her hood. Her hair was pale and cropped to stubble. With a twinge of shame -- though not remorse -- I recalled our earlier passion, watched by Lucy, as I entered my own aunt and came inside her. Aunt Anne stooped over me to kiss me. Her bare little breasts dipped forward a little, and my hands rose to caress them, but she pulled away and laughed quietly. "Not now, love. I need to creep upstairs. We don't want anyone to come downstairs and find us in bed together, do we?" she murmured as she picked up her discarded nightdress from the floor. I reached out and stroked it, relishing the cool slinky feel of it. I reached for my watch. It was only five-thirty in the morning. Lucy was lying on her side watching us. Her dark hair was untidy. The bed sheet was draped across her chest but she shuffled -- probably deliberately -- and it slipped to bare her uppermost breast, modest but a bigger then Aunt Anne's, and adorned with a gold ring through her nipple. Her blues eyes seemed to pierce me. I glanced at her narrow lips and recalled how they had closed around my manhood as she licked me clean after my orgasm. But my gaze returned quickly to my aunt. It had only been a few days since my lust for her had been kindled by the sight of her in that very nightdress. But now as I lay gazing at her it was with the dreadful consciousness that my desire for her had now been consummated. She stood half-facing me, and I watched her raise her hands, and gazed at her long arms and shaved armpits as the ivory nightdress slid down her and over her head. It slid sensually lower, veiling her from my sight beginning with her little breasts, then rapidly covering down to her tattoo and nearly hairless pussy, and finally to the calves of her well toned legs. Whilst I wouldn't describe it as strongly as a fetish, I do love satin or silk on a woman. And right then the sight of Aunt Anne slipping on her nightdress in the soft, early morning light that the curtains filtered was utterly captivating. Her nightdress shimmered in the light, and patches of light and shadow ebbed and flowed on it as she moved. Her nightdress didn't cling to her, but it did fit closely enough to show the contours of her body. The bust was trimmed with fine ivory mesh, and the shape of her little breasts was clear under it. Although her nipples were puffy, the whole nipple from the areola to the tip forming a pink cone rather than the nub of it rising from the areola, they pressed against the shiny fabric. The satin was a brilliant, highlighted white where they did so. Under her breasts the fabric was subtly shadowed, the slightness of the shadow emphasising the smallness of her breasts. Her cleft was very shallow. The back of the nightdress was cut to just below her shoulder blades and two narrow, bra-type straps with a little buckle and ring held it in place. The pretty lace trim at the bust fell in a sharp diagonal line to form a deep V of mesh at the back down to her waist. Little random swirls adorned the mesh. The nightdress hung deliciously over her backside, the cut and the highlights and shadows of the shiny satin half-showing, half-suggesting its size and curves. I looked into her face. She held my gaze, and I blushed, feeling ashamed to be eyeing her up so close and with such intensity. She blushed, too, but smiled. She stooped over me to kiss me again. Her neckline puckered forward. I stared inside at her breasts and nipples, entirely visible. Very briefly I fondled her buttocks through the cool, slippery satin, then, summoning all my will power I withdrew my hands. "I must be going, James, love," she whispered. She straightened up and headed slowly and stealthily to the door, her ivory nightdress stretching and creasing against her, emphasising her contours and movements with each soft step she took. She closed the door as quietly as she could. She was gone. I was completely hard. And frustrated. I could just hear her creeping stealthily up the stairs. It was very disappointing. The sex we had enjoyed in the early hours of the night had been quite brief -- though, admittedly, extremely intense. I would have loved another opportunity right now, slow and unhurried, exploring each other and building up slowly. But I knew she was right. I would have been mortified for the others to know we had spent the night in each other's arms, and to see from the spent condoms that we had enjoyed sex not once but twice. I looked over at Lucy. She was lying on her side, propping herself on her elbow and staring at me with her piercing blue eyes. She ran her tongue slowly across her lips. She drew back the sheet that was covering her. My heart began to hammer in my chest and I felt my erection tighten to the full, then relax slightly. It was almost a replication of a few hours ago when she had led me to this room and when my aunt had exposed herself to me. It had been a conspiracy between her and Lucy. And Lucy was replicating the scene deliberately. She raised, then lowered her dark, plucked eyebrows to give me a knowing look, and smiled saucily at me. Her neck was slightly lined, and her straight, slightly broad nose seemed to emphasise the paleness of her eyes and the narrowness of her lips. Her breasts sagged slightly but not over-much, and I stared at the piercing through her nipple. Although she was petite, a few lines creased her stomach below her navel. Her posture led my eye over the curve of her hip to her slender flank. As Aunt Anne had done, Lucy was lying with her legs closed. Her legs were shorter and more slender than my aunt's were. But in the triangle between her inner thighs and her body there was a dense patch of soft-looking hair instead of a pale, narrow landing strip. Still holding my lustful gaze, Lucy drew her lower lip under her upper one. I knew it was just a mannerism, but it seemed strangely erotic. Then, as Aunt Anne had done, she opened her slender legs and angled the upper one away. I gave a low gasp as her pouting lips came into view, their pinkness highlighted by the dark hairs above and to each side. She stroked her breasts, which yielded just slightly due to the lightness of her touch, and slid her hand down, over her belly, to her verdant bush. She ran her long fingers through her dark pubes, and I watched her fine hairs twine around them fingers. She flickered her tongue over her lips and then pressed her fingers on her mound and eased her pussy open. I stared at the raw pink flesh. She rocked her splayed hand back and forth, causing her pussy to move rudely and enticingly. "Are you hard?" she asked quietly, so as not to be overheard. Although her voice was low it seemed to shatter the intense silence, and startled me. I nodded. "Show me!" she urged. I pulled back the sheet and, without looking down, bared it to her. Her pupils seemed to enlarge at the sight. I readily admit that I am not massively endowed, probably average, but her look was eager. I blushed, unaccustomed to studious study of my nakedness, especially by a married woman who was old enough to be my mother and whose husband was upstairs. I guessed that it was probably my youth and relative inexperience that excited her -- or maybe the fact that she had enticed me into having sex with my aunt before her eyes. My manhood wilted slightly. She licked her lips again. "I can't believe your aunt left you in that state without doing something to relieve you, you poor love!" she murmured. Then she stood up. The sight of her modest breasts swaying as she did so revived my hardness. My stomach gave a churn of anticipation, too. For a few agonising moments she simply facing me from across the room, her pale eyes fixed on mine. She rested one hand on her hip. With the other she stroked and fondled her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingers, rolling them round with the palm of her hand, and tugging on her nipple piercing. Her orb stretched lewdly out of shape. Her belly was fairly flat, with just a little looseness, and my eyes then latched again on her hairy pussy She turned slowly round and I gazed at her slender legs and shapely bum cheeks. I blushed with shame at the reminder that the previous evening she had allowed me to penetrate the naughty hole that nestled out of sight between them. Still with her back to me she leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees, and gyrated her hips slowly. She stood up and faced me again. Her left hand hung by her side. With her right hand she continued to play with her semi-firm breasts. I glanced from her rippling flesh to her wedding ring, and back to her orb again. I thought of her husband Bill, upstairs. I wondered whether he had joined Caroline and Jack, whether he was wondering where his wife, Lucy, was, or whether he was even sleeping obliviously. Whilst I knew that he was fully content to share his wife on occasions such as this, it nevertheless felt very illicit. And the muting of Lucy's voice and mine added to the naughty appeal of it. With a shudder of delight I watched her step slowly, naked, towards me, still playing with her breasts and her nipple piercing, and still gazing intently at me. She stood close and, as my aunt had done, stooped to kiss me on the mouth. I was half-hoping for a long sexy smooch such as we had enjoyed several hours earlier, but she broke away. "I can't believe she left you so excited without helping you out!" she said softly. Again she licked her lips and stared down at my burgeoning erection. I watched passively as she raised her hand to her mouth. She licked her palm and her fingers, and I watched as she lowered her hand to my hardness and wrapped it around me. I felt her give a gentle squeeze, then she began to rock her hand slowly up and down, sliding my taut skin back and forth to bare my purplish, seeping tip. I gasped. She leaned forward and proffered her breasts to my mouth. I drew her left one into my mouth and sucked on it. She cooed with pleasure and braced herself on the back of the sofa bed that served as the headboard. I caressed her thigh, and she sighed with pleasure. She guided my hand to her hairy minge, and, just as she had done I slid my fingers through the soft, dank hairs. She held her hand up with her fingers extended and her thumb parted a little form them. "Hold your hand like this..." she whispered. "Slide your thumb up my cunt and rub my clitty and hood with the edge of your finger..." Her crudity thrilled me. She leaned forward again and braced herself on the back of the sofa. She was already moist as I eased my thumb into her. I teased her hard nipple with my tongue and gently tugged on her piercing with my teeth. "Oooh yes, love... you've got a nice touch, James! That's it! Let's have a nasty quickie with our fingers!" she hissed. Against my finger her slit and hood felt hard and sticky, and as I pushed my thumb in and out of her, my finger effectively frigged her clit at the same time. Her mouth was open and her teeth were bared in a kind of grimace, but a grimace of pleasure, as we played with each other. My finger made a soft but rude squishing sound and the pumping of her palm on my dribbling knob made a sympathetic sound. I watched her hand making its lewd movements and mt foreskin sliding back and forth, and sucked harder on her breast. I rested my other hand on her backside and kneaded it rhythmically. I nonchalantly slid my hand further round and nestled the edge of my hand into her bum cleft, pressing against her lightly perspiring skin, but I made no attempt to do more than that unbidden. Her hand clasped me a bitt firmer and her wanking movements increased in vigour and speed. It was certainly going to be a quickie, I thought, as my eyes raced from the movement of my thumb sawing in and out of her hairy pussy then to my finger on her clit, to her slightly flaccid breasts and hardening nipples, to her sweetly contorted face and then to her hand rudely pumping me. I sucked her orb more ardently and drove my thumb and fingers harder. I knew I could not last long. I didn't care. I paused a little as I felt my balls tighten. I groaned and then thrust myself into her clasping palm. My cum spurted a little and oozed down her still-pumping hand. I gasped, still thrusting until I was spent. I wished I had more to give her, but this was my fourth ejaculation in less than twelve hours. Lucy was grinding her pussy against my hand and I resumed, concentrating now on reciprocating the blissful relief that she had given me. I squeezed her bum cheek as I drove my thumb deeper into her and rubbed her clit harder with my fingers with each stroke. She braced herself more fully and began to gasp and to shake. I withdrew my face from her B-cup breasts and treated myself to the spectacle of them bouncing and swaying deliciously above my face in her ecstasy. She brought her legs together in several squeezing movements to prolong her abating pleasure, then she stepped back. We both giggled self-consciously, and to be truthful I didn't really know what to say anyway. Lucy examined her sticky fingers. "Now, I wonder what the best way is to clean myself up?" she murmured, raising her eyebrows suggestively. I was about to point out that there was a box of tissues on the coffee table. But before I could, she lowered her hand and rubbed it on her dark, silken pubes above and to one side of her pussy. It was obscene yet deliciously so. She repeated the process on the other side of her pussy, wiping the remnants of my cum from her fingers and onto her pubes. Blobs and little strings of creamy stickiness adorned her dark hairs, and a couple detached and stuck to her fingers. She wiped her hand on her inner thigh. "There you go, love!" she said, her breathing still uneven. "That's what you needed! Me too!" She sat beside me on the bed and we spent several minutes kissing softly. Then she stood up. "I need to be going too, now," she announced. "You've no idea what a lovely change it makes to have a younger lad join us, James," she added. "I'll see you later, love," she continued. "Now might be a good time just to quickly remind you of one of our rules -- though as you'll have worked out, we don't have many!" She laughed softly at this point. I looked at her breasts, her mature face, and her fingers and hairy pussy still adorned with my mess. My expression must have shown a look of concern, but she beamed to reassure me. "Relax, James!" she murmured. "It's just this. Whatever we do, with whoever, is between those people and we don't talk about it later to our partners or to each other. In other words I won't tell Bill what we've just done, nor will you tell Anne. And I won't tell Bill or Jack or Caroline about you, your aunt and I in this room either. Agreed?" I nodded. I vaguely remembered her husband, Bill, explaining this earlier. It was a relief to think that my aunt would not ask me about what Lucy and I had got up to. On the other hand I wished I could discover in detail what Aunt Anne had done with Jack while I was with Lucy, or what she had got up to with Bill and Lucy while I was with Caroline and Jack. As I looked at Lucy's petite body beside me, I had to fight back a vision of her and Aunt Anne kissing and caressing each other while Bill looked on or joined in. "We all trust our partners to keep to certain bounds. But it seems a shame to share intimacy with someone else and then blab about it afterwards. And our rule is that if we catch each other doing so, they don't come to our parties again. Okay?" I nodded again stupidly. "Fine by me," was all I could manage. It felt oddly stimulating that this mature, married temptress was privy to my shameful secret. I felt somehow that I was in her power. Maybe it was just because by now my mind and my hormones were reeling. She turned. I gazed at her short, slim frame, her narrow back, shoulders and waist, her slender legs and firm backside as, still naked, she walked softly to the door, opened it and closed it quietly behind her. I strained my ears for any further sound. Several moments later I heard the bathroom door open, and a soft giggle escaped from Lucy. She said something quietly, but I could not catch her words and heard no other voice, so there was no way of knowing whom she had encountered on her naked creep back upstairs. I felt ashamed as I thought of the spectacle of her encountering someone, standing with my mess blobbed and strung in her luxuriant pubes. I blushed hotly as I considered the possible candidates: Caroline, Jack, worse still, her own husband, Bill, or even -- my blush and temperature increased at the awful thought -- my Aunt Anne. No clue was forthcoming, however. Perhaps it was as well, though curiosity and acute embarrassment gripped me. I lay on my back with my hands behind my head. It was surreal, but as I looked around the room there were enough little details to confirm that it had all indeed taken place. _________________________ I waited half an hour or so to avoid returning upstairs too soon after Lucy, then wrapped a sheet loosely around myself and stole as softly as I could back to the room that had been assigned to me, but in which I had spent little of the night! I dozed off lightly, then when I heard sounds and movements I got dressed and went downstairs to join the others. Aunt Anne was entering the dining room with a plate of toast. She was wearing the tight, red dress she had worn to the "party". She looked stunning. I struggled not to ogle her so as not to betray that our relationship had taken an unexpected and taboo twist in the last few hours. She smiled at me a little coyly and greeted me with a soft "Morning, James!" Bill was seated at the table eating some cereal. He smiled at me and beckoned me to join him. Jack stepped into the room with a pot of coffee, and I could hear Lucy's and Caroline's voices in the kitchen. Caroline was wearing the similarly tight dress over her busty figure that she had worn the previous evening. It was easier not to eye her up; the presence of her partner, Jack, restrained me. Nevertheless I recalled the sight of her fabulous breasts that had wrapped around my erection. I though too of her small, jaunty tuft of long blond hair above her pussy, and the way she had straddled me and bobbed her shaved pussy lips against my protruding tongue. Lucy was wearing cropped trousers and a modest tee shirt. I found it harder to resist looking at her, though managed to avoid ogling her body over-much. But each time she licked her lips or drew her lower one under her upper one I was reminded of kissing her lips, and of seeing them close round my erection. The sight of her hands reminded me of our illicit creep downstairs in the early hours -- her leading me along the landing by my erection and only swapping to my hand as we reached the stairs -- for a conspired rendezvous (unguessed by me) with my naked aunt. I thought too of how she had shamelessly masturbated before Aunt Anne, and of my taking my aunt before Lucy's very eyes and jerking body. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 06 As had happened the previous evening the conversation was inane and without any reference at all to the activities of the previous evening and night. It was all very odd, but nobody else seemed to find it so. My stomach began to churn a little at the prospect of the journey home with Aunt Anne. I had very mixed feelings about being alone with her, fearing recrimination and shame, yet craving the opportunity to have sex with her again soon. Caroline and Jack left first. I watched them go, and, much as I had enjoyed being with them both, wished I had had chance to be alone with Caroline. Aunt Anne and I hung around for a while longer, then my aunt said that we too needed to head home. We stepped out of the door and down the drive. A lady in her late fifties was pruning a rose bush in her front garden. She smiled to Lucy and they exchanged pleasantries. Aunt Anne and I stood awkwardly, wanting to go but wanting to say goodbye first to our hosts. Lucy and the neighbour did not speak long, but as Lucy turned to rejoin us I heard her neighbour call out. "Gerald and I were a bit concerned that first time we saw some cars arrive, I must admit," she said. "We were afraid it would turn out to be rowdy till goodness-knows what time. It was a lovely surprise that you make no noise and cause no trouble. Such a relief to know we had such nice, respectable neighbours!" I had to turn away and pretend I was coughing to hide my embarrassed chortle. Amazingly Lucy kept her composure. "Thank you, Yvonne," she replied. "We do try to be considerate. And, er, respectable, too, though we don't always manage!" she added light-heartedly. She gave a sidelong glance to myself and Aunt Anne. I looked away. It was no surprise that the respectable pretence to the neighbours was successful, but it was delicious to overhear the evidence of it and to be confronted so potently with the double lives that Lucy and Bill, and we, their guests, were now leading. I thought of the contrast between the Lucy talking over the fence to her nice neighbour and the Lucy who had initiated me in performing anal sex, and who had conspired to bring about the consummation of my and my aunt's growing desire for each other. I thought again of this "respectable" lady who had pleasured herself until spent to the sight of my aunt and I having sex. And thought of her creeping upstairs, her soft dark pussy hairs bejewelled by my creamy cum. I felt a stirring in my trousers, and tried to position my arm to mask it. Aunt Anne and I got into the car. I tried not to look at her too much, though it was hard not to. She was wearing the flame red, tight dress she had worn the previous evening. I was almost painfully conscious of her closeness to me as she started the engine and pulled away. We waved goodbye. On the way back we talked about the weather, the decor of Lucy and Bill's house, the countryside we were passing through, anything but the dreadful yet delicious thing that had happened in Bill and Lucy's lounge. I felt terribly tense, and hot, but Aunt Anne seemed fully relaxed. It was a confusing journey. And my troubled mind was further disturbed by fleeting images that my imagination conjured up: Caroline, Jack, Bill, and Aunt Anne all in their respective places of work with nobody ever guessing their secret. A recurring image came to me of Lucy chatting to her neighbour who was utterly convinced of her respectability, with no hint to the contrary. And Aunt Anne -- and I -- had the biggest and naughtiest secret of all, of course, perhaps speculated upon by the others, but unknown to them all except Lucy. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 07 1 Thanks for the positive feedback -- I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint those who have enjoyed the earlier ones. However... 2 This chapter is a teasing lead-in to the next. It was impossible to combine James' anticipation of the way things developed with a description of the events themselves in sufficient detail for a single chapter. If you don't like this sort of approach, I have forewarned you so please bear this in mind if you read and especially if posting a comment. If you haven't read any other chapters you should at least read chapter one. _________________________ Despite my best efforts, it was hard not to gaze at Aunt Anne as she drove us both home that momentous Saturday morning. It had been difficult enough on the journey to her friends' home the previous evening (hard to imagine it had been less than twenty hours ago given all that had happened!) but now it was harder still. Her flame-red dress was itself eye-catching; as well as the colour, its figure-hugging fit caused it to stretch and crease deliciously. The previous evening I had tried to imagine her naked body. Now I had seen it -- and touched, kissed, and even entered it. Then my desire for her had seemed an unattainable aspiration, a pipedream. Now, that desire had been consummated -- but fuelled further and not extinguished. An accusing voice in my head reminded me that this woman was my own dad's sister. I felt depraved as I recalled our passion on the sofa-bed, watched by our female host and accompanied by her self-pleasuring. A louder voice in my head shouted in protest that this had been entirely consensual on my aunt's part, and in fact she had initiated it. One big question kept recurring through the journey. Had it just been a one-off, or would she be willing to have sex with me again, in the privacy of her home and away from her hedonistic friends? Other questions flooded my mind in the wake of that one. How should I behave towards her? Pretend nothing had happened, and wait for her to make the first move? What if she didn't? Would this indicate that she didn't want to repeat our performance? Or just that she was as eager as I was, but was confused how to act and was waiting to see if I took the lead? What if both of us wanted to, but waited in vain for the other to start things off? The tension -- and my mixed emotions of guilt, happiness and doubt -- caused perspiration to break out on my brow. A few times Aunt Anne seemed to catch me gazing at her lap or at her little breasts. Reassuringly, she smiled and made no protest at my doing so. But she gave no evidence of welcoming my glances, either. "Are you okay, James?" she asked as we were neared the outskirts of her hometown. "Yes," I replied (though it was barely true). "Yes, thanks, Auntie. Why?" "You just seem... a bit... quiet..." she added. "Er, no... just, er, a little... tired," I replied. I gave a little laugh, and wished I hadn't. It had just been nerves, but I feared that it might have sounded smutty. But my aunt smiled back. "Me too, love. Me too. Listen.... I... I'm really sorry about springing last night on you. I know it must have been a hell of a shock. I... I just hope it wasn't TOO bad a shock? And I thought, having caught you with that DVD... of older women, that is, that..." Earlier that week she had gone to bed early and come down for something, and surprised me watching a porn movie in the lounge, in the early stages of jacking off to it. Her mention of the incident unsettled me. It's difficult to know whether speaking about what had happened was more awkward to deal with than pretending that nothing had. I resolved to answer slowly, thoughtfully, in case I should inadvertently spoil everything. "And I... I'm sorry about you catching me out with that DVD," I replied, scared about how best to proceed. "But you like older women?" "I... well I've never... until last night... but... yes!" I changed the subject from being caught masturbating and back to the situation in which she had played such a prominent part. I suppose in part it was a way of offsetting her naughtiness against mine. "You're not kidding when you say that last night was a shock though, Auntie. I couldn't believe it was happening. I mean, Lucy and Jack, and Caroline, and..." "And...?" she questioned. "And... and you, of course, Aunt Anne. That was the biggest shock of all. But... but it WAS also the nicest..." I added lamely. I was amazed how nervous and coy I felt given that we had had sex less than twelve hours earlier and slept naked together for several hours afterwards. "James?" Her voice tremored slightly. "What we did... it was very wrong. It should never, EVER have happened. Should it?" My heart sank. My worst fears were being confirmed. "I know, Aunt Anne. I must admit, I feel really bad about it. Ashamed and... well, kind of dirty, to be honest," I said, trying to sound steady. "Me too, love," she replied. "And... and we damn well SHOULD feel like that, too. But..." My heart skipped a beat. A ray of hope was piercing my gathering gloom. I was anxious to play it cool, though, and not put pressure on her. "Go on, Auntie..." I tried to sound fairly calm, as I glanced at her little breasts, with the red fabric clinging to them, and to the alluring stretches and creases of her dress over her midriff and lap. I thought of her puffy nipples, her tattoo of the butterfly and flower, her hairless pussy, and the feel of being on top of her and inside her. I was half-hard and getting harder by the moment. I looked at her mouth and yearned to kiss her as I had done in the night, ardently and eagerly as I spent myself inside her. I looked into her eyes. She averted them back to the road ahead. "I... if you wanted, James... I mean, if you don't, I understand, I shouldn't have made advances on you, but if you DID want to... you know... again, while you're with me... I'd be very happy to let you... if..." Her faltering encouraged me. It made me feel less stupid, but also it was clear that, like me, Aunt Anne was being pulled both ways. Most satisfying of all, though, was that, also like me, she seemed drawn more firmly to having sex with me again than to rebuffing me. And she was becoming increasingly nervous and reticent. I had to intervene. "I... I DO, Auntie. I was... hoping you would... want to..." I stumbled. And, becoming bolder, I placed my hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle stroke through the warm, thin fabric of her dress. A swell of assent surged inside my jeans. Her eyes dropped to my lap, she gave a soft sigh, and, to my delight, left my hand where it was. I had no intention of overdoing my caresses whilst Aunt Anne was driving, but contented myself with allowing my hand to remain fairly still, and every few minutes just gave it the lightest squeeze or stroke. The tension was broken. Although one or other of us (I can't remember which) changed the direction of the conversation to everyday matters ("At least that rain has stopped -- did you hear it in the night?"), we relaxed, and laughed naturally and spontaneously. We also exchanged eye contact and hearty smiles. With a shudder it occurred to me that we were acting almost like lovers, and not even just as aunt and nephew who had stumbled into having sex. _________________________ When we arrived home I helped her unload the carrier bags that contained what she had taken to the "party". In the top of one was the white doctor's coat and the stethoscope that had belonged to her late father. I felt a twinge of delight as I recalled the brief sight of my aunt from the "room with a view's" spy-hole. She had been wearing that coat and had examined Jack's erection in a feigned medical way. And in those fateful moments I had seen the coat opened and had been treated to my first view of my own aunt's naked little breasts and her pink, cone-like nipples. At the top of another bag were my pyjama trousers. Aunt Anne had secretly planned the whole trip, including the overnight stay at her swinging friends' house. And she had allowed me to spy on her and Jack, even if just for a few minutes. Then hours later, she and our host Lucy had conspired for me to be led downstairs in the middle of the night to find my aunt waiting, naked, for me. An image came back to my mind: she was lying on the sofa bed, naked except for a sheet that was draped, not over her breasts or crotch, but ridiculously and seductively just over her midriff. My heart was pounding with desire at the memory and with longing to see her naked again, but I was determined to treat my aunt considerately and respectfully, and not to make a move right away, whether sudden or subtle. My eyes locked onto the sensual stretching and creasing of her dress as she walked ahead of me to open the front door. I stared at her shapely bum and at her long, well toned legs below her modest hem. I followed her into the hall. I confess I couldn't take my eyes off the slinky stretching and creasing of her dress, nor off her legs and bum as I followed her into the kitchen. Part of me felt thoroughly ashamed of myself. But a greater part of me wanted her again. Desperately. She smiled as I put the carrier bags down, and caressed my neck. She leaned her face to mine and kissed me, but after a few delicious seconds she withdrew. "There are things I need to do today, love. I really MUST start sorting out the garage. When I moved I dumped far too much stuff in there instead of putting it away properly," she said softly. Seeing my disappointment she broke into a big grin, kissed me again, and added, "Besides, you must be near-spent..." I watched, spellbound, as her hand reached to my crotch. She squeezed my rising erection and balls gently. "Down here I mean. You'll function better and it will feel more intense on two full tanks rather than on near-empty..." I stared down at the hand of my dad's sister as it kneaded my genitals. "Two full tanks and a big hard pump to empty them -- that's what you need!" she murmured, still fondling me. "It'll take a few hours, so you'll be able to help me... and then..." Her crude suggestiveness and the momentary, suspenseful pause excited me. She kissed me, then placed her mouth to my ear. "And then tonight, love, we'll have sex. As many times as we like. You can spend the whole night in Auntie's bed. And this time there will be just the two of us to explore each other, learn what we each like, without the distraction of a voyeur..." Although we were alone, she whispered these words into my ear. It lent a very illicit, secret feel to what she said, though to hear such words form my own aunt was itself more than illicit and arousing enough. _________________________ Aunt Anne changed into a loose-fitting cream vest top and a pair of denim shorts. To my slight disappointment she did so upstairs and in private, and when she came back down she was clearly wearing a bra under her top, though it was nice to see a hint of her very shallow cleft. As if to compensate, the gap between her shorts and her thighs held some promise of little glimpses up and inside. Besides, I had to admit that as we would probably be going in and out of the house several times, we did need to be discreet and not draw attention to ourselves should any neighbours see us. We spent the rest of the morning in the garage sorting through boxes of stuff. We went in through the solid wooden side door and made our way to the boxes at the rear. There was a small, very opaque window in one side wall, but it was partly screened outside by a tall evergreen bush. Aunt Anne pulled the door until it was almost closed, then stood and faced me. I watched her hands go behind her back and realised that she was unclipping her bra through her vest top. She slid each strap off her arms slowly and teasingly, and finally tugged her unhooked bra out through one armhole of her top. She draped it over a box of books. My pulse raced. She stepped back to the door and wedged it open again I re-lived her hoarsely-whispered taboo promise, "you can spend the whole night in Auntie's bed... just the two of us to explore each other and learn what we each like, without the distraction of a voyeur..." My thoughts drifted to Lucy, and to Caroline, and to the new boundaries I had crossed in the last fifteen or twenty hours. But my thoughts -- and my eager gaze -- turned back to Aunt Anne, the forbidden sex and the intimacy of sleeping side by side afterwards, and the naughty delights that still lay in store. Of course, there were frequent and fleeting -- but deliberately offered -- views of my aunt's naked little breasts and enthralling, cone-like nipples inside her top as she leaned forward and squatted on her haunches. There were spellbinding views of the slight swaying of her little breasts under her top as she moved around. I was mesmerised. I had never found small breasts appealing. But I did now. Maybe it was because they were my aunt's and the taboo was itself a major force. Aunt Anne also presented me with some lovely, teasing views up her shorts of her creamy thighs. I thought of her hairless pussy inside and longed to see and touch it again. Our eyes often met, and we exchanged beams and smiles; my aunt was clearly enjoying her lusty nephew's attention. Her eyes frequently ran up and down me, too, though I am pretty average in height and build, and certainly no muscle-bound gym fanatic. The eagerness and overtness of her gaze aroused me greatly. No doubt the illicitness of our desire made us both seem sexier to each other. Once she had decided which boxes to take inside, she pulled the garage door closed once more and pulled off her top. I stood gawping stupidly at her naked breasts and puffy pink nipples, but she smiled, put on her bra and pulled on the vest top again. Now presentable again to any neighbours who might see us, she opened the side door of the garage once more and we traipsed to the house and back several times with boxes of her clutter. _________________________ I did a few odd jobs around the house in the afternoon while she continued to sort through her boxes, then I showered, and we ate. I tried not to keep looking at my watch. It wasn't easy. Any anticipation I ever had as a child awaiting my birthday or Christmas morning paled into insignificance compared to this day. Never had time dragged so slowly either. She had changed her clothes while I was in the shower. She now wore a slightly closer fitting (though not tight) vest top. And she was not wearing a bra again. The shape and size of her breasts were half-discernible and half to be guessed at. It was just as enticing as if her top hugged them closely. And instead of shorts she was wearing a knee-length loose-fitting skirt. It was made of cotton and had a bold floral print design. We chit-chatted easily enough and I kept shooting glances at her breasts as we ate. She caught me looking several times and smiled approvingly. As we washed the pots I was longing to touch her or kiss her, but refrained. We watched a film on DVD for part of the evening. Although the sun was getting lower in the sky, its light fell across our faces. Aunt Anne got up and pulled the vertical blinds closed. I tried to make out the share of her backside through her skirt, but couldn't. Her legs looked lovely below her hem, though. The closing of the blinds had another advantage than shielding our faces from the sun, however. When my aunt sat beside me again she took my arm, placed it over her shoulder and snuggled up against me. She allowed me to caress her shoulder -- naked save for the thin strap of her top -- and the top of her bare arm. Her skin was smooth and warm. I tried to caress the top of her little breast through her soft, cotton vest top, but she nudged my hand away, giving a soft laugh and a "Not yet, love!" I felt as if I was on a second date at the cinema, trying to suss out how to make a move on some shy girl my age. The dreadful reality hit me hard, almost with a physical jerk. I wasn't at the cinema hoping to make out with a girl my own age. I was anticipating sex with a woman old enough to be my mother. Worse still, she was my aunt. And she was anything but shy. The movie contained some erotic (as opposed to pornographic) scenes, and Aunt Anne made suggestive faces to me when they occurred. Several times her gaze rested on my groin. She studied the bulge in my jeans and it rose in greeting involuntarily. She gave a soft chuckle. At last the closing credits began to roll and Aunt Anne kissed me. We exchanged a few slow, lingering kisses. Then she broke away gently. "I think we both need an early night, James," she said softly. I glanced at my watch. It was just after nine forty five. It had been a long time since I had gone to bed at that time on a Saturday night. But my habit wouldn't be hard to break tonight. "I'm going to have a bath. Maybe you could just wash the few pots and swill out the cafetiere before you come up..." she said. She stood up and added, a little tentatively, "Do you like a bit of role-play, love?" I shrugged my shoulders trying to imply "I'd love to if that's what you want", but in fact I dreaded having to dress up or act out some corny part. "Oh, I don't mean anything over the top, James," she replied. I just mean do you fancy a little scenario -- just to get us going? You know, kind of break the ice. After all, it's our first time alone together. Last night we had Lucy to help us over our embarrassment -- and feelings of guilt..." "Yes, fine, Auntie," I responded. I watched her get up and go into the kitchen. I removed the DVD and put it away. I heard Aunt Anne leave the kitchen and head upstairs. I went through to wash our coffee mugs. I could hear the sound of the bath water being run above me. I tried to picture her stripping off to get into the water and wished I was there to see her, and to join her or at least assist as she bathed herself. Then I noticed three cards on the worksurface. They were roughly bout postcard sized and bore typed text. I picked them up, intrigued. I guessed that they were used at Bill and Lucy's "parties". They each contained an outline scenario for sex. I was relieved to see that they didn't contain a script to follow, or anything, just a few lines of a suggested scenario and the beginnings of a plot -- which, presumably, could then head in whatever direction the participants wished. I shook my head in disbelief as I thought of my aunt, whom I had always considered conservative and respectable, indulging in this kind of fantasy. I preferred the suggestion on the second card, and headed up the stairs. The sound of water gently swishing and splashing came from the bathroom. I gave my erection a rub through my trousers. Aunt Anne would know from my footsteps and from where I headed which I had opted for. The bathroom door was ajar and I peered through the crack, then sank to my knees on the landing carpet... TO BE CONTINUED Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 08 The bathroom door was ajar and I peered through the crack, then sank to my knees on the landing carpet... The bathroom was quite wide, with the bath to the left of the door, so the angle at which I was peering offered a reasonably good view. I half-wished that the door was open an inch wider, but the restricted view between the edge of the door and its frame was a key element of the secret voyeur scenario. Aunt Anne was sitting in the bath with her back toward me. Her knees jutted up and well clear of the bubbles that peppered the water. She was soaping her shoulders and her long arms. The evening light in the room was soft, and a roller blind covered just the top third or so of the window. I craned and twisted my neck. I gazed hungrily at her small right breast. Aunt Anne reached forward for the sponge, baring more of her back. It was fairly narrow, (I recalled from my secret examination of her clothes that she was a dress size 14) and her wet, shiny skin looked look very soft and enticing. Her shoulder blades stood out against her pale, damp skin. She sat up straight once more and squeezed the sponge gently against each of her shoulders. Rivulets of water snaked lazily down her back and over her breast, caressing her skin. Her puffy nipple was very pink and looked soft and enticing. Her breast was mounted high and barely sagged. She dropped the sponge back into the bath and soaped her hands, then rubbed her palms over her breasts. I could only see the right one, but its smallness meant that it moved slightly and understatedly to her tender touch. The tone of her pale skin and the pinkness of her cone-like nipple contrasted subtly with the film of soap and bubbles that adorned her. Although the whole scene had been set up, my supposedly secret peeping thrilled me immensely. I rubbed my hardness through my jeans. And, of course, adding to the arousal was the doubly illicit element that the woman whom I was spying on was my father's sister. Aunt Anne rinsed her gorgeous little breast with water from the sponge and I watched the sensual trickles of water running over her, tracing their path downwards on a journey that I hoped my fingers and tongue would soon follow. She raised her long, wet legs and rested her feet one on each side of the bath taps. I twisted my neck to take in a series of confined, partial views. Her legs had doubtless once been shapelier, but they were fleshy rather than skinny, and well toned rather than fat. I guessed that it was partly down to her hobby of horse riding. I watched, spellbound, as my aunt soaped her glistening long legs and rinsed them with gentle streams of water from the sponge. Her thigh muscles tautened and relaxed as she leaned forward to wash her ankles and calves, then she straightened a little more to wash her knees and firm, shiny thighs. My erection was straining against my jeans. I tried to imagine her tattoo and her hairless pussy, hidden from my view by her facing away from me, and by the rim of the bath. I had seen them the previous night, but my desire for her had been kindled to a flame that I knew sooner or later and somehow would have to be extinguished. But not yet. Not till it had run its full course. I rubbed myself again. My heartbeat quickened with anticipation. I had read the role-play card and had a fair idea what was to happen next. Aunt Anne stood slowly up. Her back was still towards me and remained so, despite my will beating upon her and urging her to turn and expose her front to me, her lust-lorn nephew. Her bum was delightfully curved, and a crease in her flesh punctuated the undercurve of each, as if underlining it for emphasis. The water trickled sensuously down her back, her buttocks, and the backs of her thighs. I twisted my neck to optimise the view. She leaned down and sideways to reach for a white towel on the floor, and her little breast swung slightly forward into a near-pyramid shape. I realised that what she had picked up was in fact a towelling dressing robe. With her back still to me she slid it over her shoulders, tugged it into place and the movement of her hands showed that she was tying its belt. She knew full well that I was there watching her, of course, but it was fun to pretend otherwise. Aunt Anne stepped out of the bath. The door now hid her from sight. Moments passed. I was becoming impatient. Then a foot appeared on the edge of the bath and I saw the muscle of her leg flex where her robe slid open. Her face came into view as she leaned forward to examine her toenails. She exchanged the position of her feet and examined her other foot. I sensed the eagerly anticipated moment was imminent, and felt oddly nervous as well as excited. She spoke while still looking at her feet. "I hope you've been enjoying spying on your aunt, James!" Her tone was aloof and sardonic. I said nothing. It wasn't as if we were following a set script. It was simply that role-play was uncharted territory for me. "Keep quiet if you wish!" she called out in a chiding tone. "I know you're bloody well there -- and I know full well you've been peeping at me! Now get yourself in here!" She did not raise her voice, but her tone was commanding. I rose to my feet and stepped around the open door and into the bathroom. The soft, late-evening light and the steam in the air gave a slightly unreal, soft-focus appearance to the room -- and to my sexy aunt. She was still standing with one foot on the edge of the bath, but she turned her head to face me. Her towelling robe was parted and I could see her creamy, soft-looking inner thigh. At the neckline of her robe I could just make out the top of her shallow cleft. She ran her eyes up and down me. "So -- as I asked before -- did you enjoy spying on your aunt, James?" she asked, gazing straight into my eyes. "I... I'm sorry, Auntie... I didn't mean..." I blustered, eager to go along with the role-play. "I didn't ask if you were sorry!" she snapped. Then her tone softened. "I asked whether you'd enjoyed it." "Yes," I muttered. "I see. And if I asked you to dry me off -- I suppose you'd enjoy that, too?" she asked in a calm but firm voice. "Ye-yes, Auntie." I saw her fingers playing with the bow in her towelling belt. Her movements were intended to look like a nervous playing with it, but I knew it was a sham. "What -- you would stand there shamelessly towelling down your own aunt and getting an eyeful of her?" she accused. "N-not shamelessly, Aunt Anne. No, I w-would feel very ashamed as I did it..." I stuttered, trying to think of a suitable response. I was warming to the role-play. "But... but you wouldn't be ashamed enough to decline?" she persisted. "No. Not... not if my auntie felt shameless enough to ask..." I countered. I was pleased to have thought up this assertive response. "I see. I SEE..." she replied. And her hands moved, and the belt slid open, and so did her white towelling robe. Slowly it parted, still covering her breasts. But her navel was revealed, and so was her pussy, unashamedly hairless, as if imploring attention. I stared at the pouting mound and pinkish labia. As I did so I saw the robe slide from her arms and nestle around her ankles on the bathroom carpet. "You'd better do it then, hadn't you?" she gasped. I turned to the towel rail and picked up the lemon bath towel. It was very soft and deep-piled. I stepped towards my aunt. She had pulled the roller blind right down now, hiding from any potential observer outside that we were both in the bathroom together. She braced herself subtly as I held a corner of the towel. She was trembling slightly. So was I. I stroked her prominent collarbone and her shoulders with the towel. I gently rubbed the soft cotton fabric over her skin. I inched down to her breasts and dabbed the towel against each in turn, pressing down against her small orbs and feeling for her puffy nipples. I caressed them through the cotton. I slid the towel underneath and pushed her breasts up, watching the slight and subtle rise of her modest flesh. I ran the towel lightly over her belly and her sides, fixing my eyes on her tattoo, the flower and butterfly above and to one side of her pussy. I rubbed the towel lightly over her outer thighs and their fronts, but avoided her sensitive inner thighs for now. I knelt and stared at her pale, wet legs and, as I ran the towel down the sides of her legs and gently rubbed it against the backs of her calves I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her left thigh just above her knee. She tensed and gave a sharp intake of breath. For an anxious moment I thought that even now she might change her mind and pull away. I brushed my lips against her soft inner thigh. I could taste traces of soap on her skin. I felt her fingers on the back of my neck. She caressed me. I rubbed the towel against her bum cheeks and, reassured now of her wishes, I fondled them through the fluffy cotton. I stood up and rubbed the towel over her back. She almost matched my height and our lips met. I dropped the towel on the floor and we kissed. She pressed her soft, yielding crotch against my erection through my trousers. I caressed her back as we continued to kiss, snogging and smooching. To her soft whimpers of pleasure I added grunts of delight. Her hand slid up my tee shirt and stroked my back with her soft fingertips and with her nails. I cupped her right breast with my left hand and rolled it tenderly, I cupped her left bum cheek with my right hand and rolled that, too. And still we smooched, moulding our lips against each other's. Her soft lips parted. Tentatively and briefly our tongues met, and parted, and returned for another little but slightly longer meeting until they were pushing and swirling together. Aunt Anne turned slowly round. Stepping awkwardly backwards and still embracing and kissing me, she led me out of the bathroom and into her room. She felt behind her for the bed and sat down on its edge. She had prepared the room already. The curtains were closed and on the bedside cabinet was the now familiar condom pack. One lay unwrapped but still seated on its foil cover. The bedside lamp was on. It was on the side of the bed closest to the window so would not cast any shadows to betray our intimate and taboo secret. The radio was on for background noise -- presumably to prevent our being overheard by the neighbours. Obviously, as she lived alone, it would not do for any neighbour to overhear any other voice than hers from her room at night. The need to be quiet and secretive was even more deliciously taboo than at Bill and Lucy's; it was an actual, nor pretended need, with huge and long-term risks if not maintained. I sat beside her, hardly breaking our ardent kissing. My mind went back twenty-four hours or so and I thought of the kissing that I had shared with Lucy. But this was in a different league altogether. When Lucy and I had kissed and snogged, it was as two strangers brought together for no-strings, swinging sex. Now I was kissing a woman whom I had known all my life, of whom I was genuinely fond, yet whom I had just discovered sexually. It was a heady mix of familiarity and uncertainty, of guilt, shame and the defiance to go ahead despite the protests of conscience fuelled our kissing. The fact that she was my aunt and that, whilst not illegal, what we were doing was most certainly taboo was, I freely admit, a potent element in the strength of our ardour. Aunt Anne tugged my tee shirt and I obligingly removed it. She swept her lithe fingers over my chest then caressed my back as we continued to mould our lips together. I kissed her neck and throat and planted kisses on her collarbone. Traces of soap still coated her skin, and I savoured the taste and the sweet fragrance. My aunt's fingertips and nails grazed my back. I kissed her on the mouth once more. For a few more delicious minutes we contented ourselves with lip kissing. Then Aunt Anne parted her lips and our tongues met briefly, withdrew, and rejoined, each time playing with its companion a little longer. We were both sighing and groaning softly. I tried to caress her back with the same touch as hers on mine. She whimpered with pleasure. Our tongues were now pushing and pressing against each other. Then I inched my mouth over her chin and kissed her throat and inched slowly lower. My mouth followed the small crease that separated her breasts and I ran my lips across to tease the top of each in turn. I pressed my mouth against them, thrilling in their smallness, their firmness, the slight yieldingness. Aunt Anne gave a nervous laugh. "I sometimes wish they were a bit bigger, love..." she apologised. I looked up into her face. Her gaze was intense yet tender. "Don't say that, Auntie. I love them..." I replied. And I meant it. Until now I had only ever liked breasts of at least B-cup size, but my aunt's breasts -- a mere A-cup -- and nipples captivated me. Their shape and size, their consistency and the slight way in which they moved were a new and delightful discovery to me. And I had never seen nipples like hers for real -- the areola and the point all merged into one cone-like, pink, round-tipped point. I kissed and stroked them. As with her collarbone, they were subtly but sweetly scented from the soap, and I relished its residual taste. I planted a kiss on her puffy nipple and stretched her breast away, then released it. I planted a succession of little kisses around the cone-like tip. "They're so firm... and so in proportion to your tall, slim frame, Auntie..." Despite the radio I was still conscious of the need to keep my voice low. I continued to kiss one little breast and cupped my hand over her other, then swapped over. Then I knelt on the floor before her. I nudged her statuesque legs slightly apart, and stared at her tattoo and shaved pussy. I rested my other hand on her thigh. It was warm and firm to my touch. I fixed my gaze on her breasts again and renewed my pleasuring of them with my mouth and hand. I heard Aunt Anne coo with pleasure and she caressed the back of my neck. The tenderness of her touch aroused me greatly. She murmured how nice a touch I had, how nice my kisses and caresses felt. She raised her knees and rested the backs of them on my shoulders as I continued to kiss and toy with her little, protruding breasts. The backs of her legs were still moist from her bath and felt soft on my back. She braced one hand on the bed. Her ankles tapped against my back as she did so. I drew her breast into my mouth, feeling its softness and the now tauter consistency of her nipple. It thrilled me to be able to take her entire orb into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her nipple as my mouth engulfed it, and sucked slowly and gently, more firmly, then more softly once more. Aunt Anne gave a low moan. So did I. And, very gently but with a slow, definite rhythm, she squeezed her strong thighs against my neck. I grunted with delight and, taking her cue, she squeezed my neck a little harder and a little faster. The backs of her legs and her ankles felt sensual against my back. I ran my hand over her thigh, savouring the softness of her skin and the firmness of her flesh. I sucked her breasts harder. She crooned her pleasure. All the time I was painfully aware that the breasts I was sucking and the thighs clasping my neck belonged to my aunt. I blushed with shame and guilt, but the illicitness of what we were doing inflamed my passion rather than quenched it. I stared down at her thigh. I withdrew my face from her little breasts and angled my cheek and face to her thigh that she was still working against my neck. I looked back up at my aunt's face; her eyes were half-closed in her bliss. I looked at her breasts. They glistened lewdly a little with a film of her nephew's saliva. I kissed her thigh slowly and softly, slowly drawing my lips away. It gave a low slurping sound. I licked her soft skin gently, then more firmly. And I dug my hand under her fleshy thigh. Encouraged by my aunt's whimpers and croons I kissed her inner thigh, again taking in the slight soapy taste of her still-moist skin. I looked up at Aunt Anne's face again. Her eyes were still half-closed but she was looking down at me and smiling blissfully. Her little breasts surged subtly as she continued to pump my neck with her fabulous thighs. She leaned back, reclining half upright, propped up by her elbows. She parted her thighs wider, giving me a clear view of her hairless mound and of her pouting lips. "Kiss Auntie's pussy, James!" she murmured softly. "Let Auntie feel your hard, wet tongue on her shaved twat and her juicy slit!" My aunt's unaccustomed coarseness excited me. I groaned at the words and at the enthralling sight before me. I could make out the scent of her arousal. I wanted her badly but this was our first time alone together and I wanted both of us to savour every moment and was anxious to prolong things as long as I could. Still kneeling before her, I worked along one inner thigh, working gently up and down, and alternately licking and kissing her sensitive skin, then, as I neared her pussy, I moved instead to her other thigh. I swept my lips and tongue around the edge of her slit, then swept my tongue lightly along its folds. Aunt Anne gasped and again hooked her legs over my shoulders. I pushed my tongue slowly and firmly from side to side and watched her spongy flesh give way to it. She tasted sweetly musky. I chewed on her lips and stretched them away from her, then let them go again, watching them retract back into shape. Then I sucked on her hood and rubbed my tongue against her hard, sticky button. Aunt Anne groaned softly. I felt her fingers massaging my scalp. After a few minutes she shuffled away and reclined higher up the bed. "I think you need to take the rest of your clothes off, young man!" she murmured. "It's time for you to get your hard young cock out for Auntie!" I stood up and pulled off my socks first, then my jeans and boxers. I saw my aunt's hungry gaze latch onto my erection. I clambered onto the bed beside her. We kissed again, eagerly and passionately. With one hand I fondled her little breasts and with the other I stroked her shaved pussy. Her slit was now moist. I watched her hand -- my own aunt's hand -- engage my throbbing length, watched and felt her encircle it and squeeze it gently. She let go and made gentle but rapid scratching movements of her fingertips against my balls. And still we kissed, our tongues dancing and swirling against each other. Aunt Anne began to rock her hand up and down my shaft but after a few moments I had to nudge her hand away. For several more minutes I ensured that it did not come into contact with her hand or her thigh, as I was concerned that I would come immediately if it did. I felt the peak of my arousal subside a little, but I did not want to wait too much longer now. My aunt either sensed it or felt the same way herself. She gently rolled me onto my back. "Me on top this time, I think!" she whispered. I lay passively and watched as she knelt up. Although she was slim she was not skinny, and an alluring crease appeared across her belly. She took the condom from the cupboard and slid it onto me. She swung one leg and straddled me, facing me. Her little, pink-cone tipped breasts swung slightly as she did so. She reached down and took my pulsing erection in her hand and, to my delight, she slapped it gently against her slit. It made a lewd sound, and her turgid flesh quivered in response. She pressed my tip against her pouting lips and rubbed it against them. I looked into her face, but she was gazing down at the swollen manhood -- her nephew's -- that was throbbing in her hand and rubbing her dank gash. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 08 Then, holding my erection firmly in her hand she eased herself onto it. I gasped as I saw it slide inside her. I groaned -- and so did she -- as she began to rise and fall with it inside her. She took the pace slowly and gently to begin with. She alternated riding up and down with gyrating her pelvis slowly and with pushing back and forth. Her inner tightness clasped me as she pushed and pulled against me and thrust lightly up and down. We said nothing apart from brief "Oh yes, that's nice" or "Oh yes, James!" or "Oh Auntie!" She swept her hands over my chest and nipples and quickened her pace a little. Her little breasts flicked and bounced modestly in time with her thrusts. I reached up and pressed may hands over them, kneading and squeezing them and gently squeezing her firm, puffy nipples. I gazed at the nasty sight of my erection entering and part-withdrawing from her. Again the realisation that this was my aunt that was taking me in and out of her body sent a shudder of naughty delight through me. Aunt Anne leaned forward and braced her hands on the headboard. Her breasts were in my face as she began to thrust harder. The she stopped her thrusts. "Your turn now, James, love! Suck me and fuck me, love!" I drew her left breast into my mouth and sucked hard on it. I clasped her to me with my left hand and pawed her left breast with my right hand as I ground up into her. I had broken into a sweat now, and drove deeper and harder into her, sucking her breast harder. I came, accompanied by a long low gasp as I emptied myself inside my aunt for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. I felt her pace begin to quicken, then she was thrusting and driving against me once again until she, too, was spent. She rolled off me and we kissed slowly and luxuriously as our heartbeats slowed. She handed me a tissue and pointed to my wilting, condom-clad manhood. I wrapped the tissue around it and slid the condom off, and stepped across to her waste bin. I looked round. Aunt Anne was beaming at me. Again a little crease punctuated her belly. I feasted my eyes on her kindly but slightly lined face, her breasts and nipples, her flattish belly and her tattoo. I gazed at her pouting pussy and long, strong legs, then back into her face again. She flashed her eyebrows and grinned. "Wow! Pheeew, James!" she puffed, and chuckled self-consciously. I chuckled in return. "That was fabulous, love!" she added. "Naughty, very naughty, but fabulous!" she repeated. I began to walk back to her but to my surprise she raised her hand. "What are you doing?" she asked softly. I was confused. "I... I was coming back to bed with you, Auntie. You said earlier..." She put her finger over her lips as a sign to keep my voice down. "I know I did, love. But I think you should get dressed and go back to your own room, don't you?" My heart sank. "O... okay, Aunt Anne, if you say so. But..." "Sorry, James, but I do." My mind was in a whirl and I turned, crestfallen and naked, to pick up my clothes. To my surprise, though, Aunt Anne laughed and shuffled, naked, down the bed. She ran her hand up and down my back. "You have to get dressed and return to your own room, silly -- to pull the curtains closed and to put on your light so nobody spots that only one bedroom is being used tonight or that our lights go out at the same time. When you've done that you can come back to Auntie's bed for the rest of the night -- if you want to! But you'll have to get up in about an hour and switch your light off -- for the sake of appearance -- and our reputations, of course!" She chuckled again. I laughed, too, then grimaced in fun and made a mock strangling gesture at her, still shaken by her joke but elated that she was not going back on her taboo promise. I pulled just my tee shirt and jeans on, padded to my room and switched on the bedroom light. I went to the window and made a show of pulling the curtains. It seemed immodest and presumptuous to sleep naked with her unless invited, so for courtesy I picked up my pyjama trousers. I went to the bathroom to empty my bladder and to wash my face and brush my teeth, too. Then I returned to Aunt Anne's room -- and to Aunt Anne in her bed. She was lying on her side wearing that ivory nightdress which had first awakened me to her. She pulled the bedcovers down and gestured me to join her. I looked at the bedside lamp. "Leave it for a little while longer, James," she said. "We don't want one light going on and the other off at the same time. Give it ten minutes or so, then another ten or fifteen before you go to switch off your bedroom light." I nodded my assent and cuddled up to her. She was soft and warm in her satin nightdress, and she swung one leg and arm over me, pulling me in closer. At the allotted times I switched off my bedroom light and later, hers. She pulled me close and we kissed goodnight. I drifted off to sleep almost right away. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 09 Many thanks for the feedback, it is much appreciated and gratifying. This is nearly the final chapter before we all get bored with the characters and scenarios. Maybe the final chapter will see a reunion of the friends. For now, though, it seems good for James and Aunt Anne to enjoy some more quality time on their own, with an additional element in their imaginations... ***** I wish I could say that Aunt Anne and I had sex several times that night. But I can't. To be fair though, neither of us had had much sleep the previous night, and the intense but ambivalent emotions that had enveloped us after having sex in her bed just hours ago probably added to our blissful fatigue. I awoke gradually, conscious of a woman beside me. I was almost surprised to see that it was my dad's sister. Her body, clad in her ivory nightdress, was the proof I almost needed to reassure me that the events of the past thirty-six hours were real and not a dream. MY DAD'S SISTER! Again the forbidden nature of my consummated desire swept over me, and again I felt physical pangs of guilt and depravity. But as I ran my gaze over her, that desire for her was reaffirmed, and the taboo that we had broken beckoned to be broken once more. It was a Sunday morning in July. The sun was shining outside and although the curtains were not too thin, they allowed the sunlight to bathe my aunt's bedroom. It lent a soft, warm glow to her pale skin and mellowed the ivory hue of her nightdress. As far as I was aware, Aunt Anne had not been in a serious relationship for three or four years, and her possession of a double bed intrigued me. In view of her interest in swinging I wondered whether this bed had played host to sex partners rather than lovers. The thought revolted me yet thrilled me at one and the same time. That nightdress! How strange it seemed that a garment that was not even particularly provocative was the root of all my shame. Maybe the circumstances when I had first seen her in it (my aunt had come downstairs and caught me with my hand in my trousers as I watched a porn movie) had something to do with it. But mostly it was the way that for the first time I had been aware of the size and shape of her breasts, whose smallness she usually tried to mask with loosely fitting garments. Until then I had found little appeal in small breasts, preferring B-cup at least. But seeing Aunt Anne's under her nightdress -- THAT nightdress -- had changed things. There was something very appealing about her little breasts -- the size, the shape, the high-mountedness and relative pertness. That nightdress, too, had shimmered and moved alluringly. It had shown off her bum beautifully, half showing and half suggesting its lovely contours. It had kindled my desire for my aunt. It was at one and the same time the root of my shame and my bliss! I cast my mind back over the previous hours. It hardly seemed real. My horizons had been well and truly broadened. The "party" to which my aunt had taken me had turned out to be a swingers' party. Apart from me, all the others had been in their forties. I had long fantasised about sex with an older woman, and Lucy, my host had fulfilled it -- or rather, exceeded it. Not only had I had sex with her, she had initiated me into giving anal sex. Moreover, I had done so while my aunt was having sex with Jack, one of their friends, in the adjoining room. I had in fact even been persuaded by Lucy to spy on them while they had foreplay. And there, I had seen, for the first time, a sight that had captivated me and that I would never forget -- my aunt's naked little breasts and puffy, cone-like nipples. They had no distinct flattened areola from which the rubbery tip arose; the whole nipple merged with her breast, a pink cone that tipped it. And, as Lucy and I and Jack and my aunt were having sex upstairs, Lucy's husband Bill and Jack's busty partner, Caroline, were doing the same downstairs. Later I had joined up with Caroline and her partner Jack. My fantasy of a threesome would really be for myself to partner two females. However it had been quite something to join Jack in pleasuring, and being pleasured by, his busty, common-law wife. But again and again even as I did so my thoughts had turned to Aunt Anne. The brief but intense images of her to which I had been treated through the spy holes in the wall had fuelled my lust for her. And even as I thrilled in Caroline's ripe, ample breasts, images of my aunt's little one, tipped by her big puffy nipples, had flitted through my mind. Now as I gazed upon Aunt Anne's serene, sleeping face, I thought back to the early hours of the night we had spent at the party. I recalled my stealthy journey downstairs led by the hand of the naked Lucy. I had assumed that Lucy and I were to have a secret rendezvous as we had crept softly to the lounge, but there to my shock I had found Aunt Anne, completely naked save for a bedsheet wrapped around her midriff. And the nightdress -- THE nightdress! -- had been lying crumpled and discarded on the floor. Then, disturbingly yet deliciously, I had taken kissed, caressed and explored her while Lucy egged me on. Then, as I followed her cue, Lucy had pulled up a stool and masturbated to our illicit consummation It was little wonder that I found it hard to believe it had all happened. Then the following morning, the previous one to this, having slept beside my naked aunt for what remained of the night I had watched her slide the nightdress over her statuesque body and veil it once more. This satin garment had almost become a potent symbol for my newly kindled and consummated desire. And Lucy had given me the relief I had desperately needed. ____________________ But now I was hard again. Aunt Anne whimpered in her sleep and rolled over with her back to me. I wanted her, and needed her, and with a surge of arousal I knew that, notwithstanding last night's role-play, she would welcome my advances. I gently lifted the bedsheet and ran my gaze over my satin-clad aunt. The deep V-cut in the back of the nightdress was made of fine mesh, which itself was embellished with swirled patterns. Aunt Anne's arms were well toned and pale, and the straps of her nightdress were flimsy. They were fashioned with a little ring and adjustable buckle like those of a bra. I watched the sensual rise and fall of her shoulders and listened to her soft breathing. My erection gave a little twitch. The sensuality derived, I suppose, from her being asleep and oblivious to my hungry gaze. I became conscious of other sounds. At some point in the night my aunt must have opened the window slightly. I could hear the intermittent sound of traffic on the main road a hundred and fifty yards or so away. There wasn't much traffic, though. It was just turned eight o'clock and it was Sunday morning. A few birds were chirping and a dog barked from a garden a few doors away. I lightly kissed the soft, warm skin of my aunt's shoulder, and planted gentle kisses on her shoulder blade. I ran her dishevelled, straw-coloured hair through my fingers, savouring its softness. I brushed my lips over the mesh trim of the back of her nightdress. It felt slightly scratchy. I placed my hand on her waist, thrilling in the warm slipperiness of the satin and in her lightly yielding body through it. Aunt Anne stirred with a low murmur. She craned her neck and smiled over her shoulder at me. Her arm snaked round and I felt her hand caress my naked buttock. She snuggled back against me, resting her backside against my erection. The feel of her satin nightdress against me was very alluring. She drew up her knees a little and I moulded myself against her spoon-like posture. I ran my hand along her side to her hip and her flank. She was fairly slender and her body was quite firm but soft enough to be womanly. I loved the feel of her nightdress. Her hand stroked my bare outer thigh and bum cheek. Her touch was light and arousing. I groaned and kissed her hair and the back of her neck. She wiggled her backside, gently pressing it against my hardness then pulling away again. I slid my hand from her waist to her flattish stomach, still relishing the warm silkiness of her nightdress under my fingers. My thumb brushed the little mound that was her left breast. I cupped it and kneaded its firm form. Through the window from next door's garden came the subdued but slightly agitated voices of a man and a woman. Aunt Anne had briefly introduced me to them earlier that week. They were in their late sixties. The wife, Liz, said, a little harshly and scathingly that "OF COURSE" it was too early in the day to cut the lawn. A few moments later I heard what sounded to be like digging or hoeing. Aunt Anne rolled onto her back and we kissed. She clasped my hand harder over her little breast and I squeezed it and played with her nipple. A shudder of delight ran through me. There could hardly be a greater contrast between the respectable Sunday morning suburbia outside Aunt Anne's bedroom window and the illicitness of what was transpiring inside as aunt and nephew savoured each other's bodies for the third time in twenty four hours. A sense of defiant satisfaction fed my desire. I traced my hand all over my aunt's nightdress, that symbol of my newly found shame and delight. I slid my fingertips lightly over her body in wandering courses. I ran the palm of my hand over her, sometimes lightly, sometimes with a little more pressure. Although there was no real risk of being overheard, the presence of neighbours potentially within earshot was very squishy, the more so because I had met them and could picture their faces. Aunt Anne must have been conscious of her neighbour doing his gardening, too, because she reduced her voice to a whisper as she told me how nice this or that felt. At the same time she caressed me with her lithe fingers. I confined my caresses to my aunt's bare arms, and to her satin-clad sides, belly and the fronts of her lower thighs, eager to explore, to please, and to take my time. As we had done on this very bed the previous night, we kissed. Slowly and teasingly, then more intensely. After several minutes of fondling her non-erogenous zones I spiralled my hand slowly around each of her small breasts, sweeping my hand away as it neared her puffy nipples. They were pressing against her nightdress and I gazed at their outline, content for now to recall and imagine their cone-like form and their pinkness. Aunt Anne gasped softly and I whispered how gorgeous she was and how the feel of her body excited me. We kissed again, slowly and ardently, first with our mouths and then with our tongues, and exchanged stifled moans and grunts and soft sighs of forbidden delight. It was more akin to love-making than to sex. The only missing element -- and we both knew that it must remain so -- was the expression and exchange of fond endearments and declarations of love. I stroked the soft skin of her shoulders and fingered the strap of her nightdress. Then I slid it off her shoulder and part way down her upper arm in order to free my prize. For a moment or two I gazed, entranced once more, by the sight of her little orb and the rounded pink tip that was her nipple. Aunt Anne reached up and caressed the back of my neck. A tingle of pleasure ran through me, and I gazed into her eyes. Her expression was tender yet eager. Her fingers pressed harder on my neck, guiding my eager mouth to her bare breast. It was reassuring and gratifying that she wanted me as badly as I needed her. My lips met her nipple and I nuzzled it. "Take it in your mouth, James. Be greedy and suck it, love!" she whispered. Again she could easily have spoken the words quietly rather than whisper, and still not be overheard outside, of course. But her whispering made the risk seem greater, as if her neighbour was craning his neck to catch the sounds that betrayed the boundary that Aunt Anne and I we were crossing right then. I swirled my tongue around her cone-like nipple and flicked it against the firm, pink, rounded tip. Then I engulfed her entire small breast with my mouth and began to suck greedily and noisily. Again there was no risk of being heard outside, but the lewd sound nevertheless seemed daring and exciting. I moved my mouth to her other breast and gave that my full attention. Aunt Anne was teasing my sensitive back. We carried on like this for several minutes, relishing each sensual kiss and caress. I rubbed my naked chest against her satin-clad belly, enjoying the feel of the soft warm fabric against my skin. The neighbour -- I suddenly remembered that his name was Frank -- must either have obtained his wife's permission or else had decided to risk her anger, as I heard the sound of shears being wielded. I realised he must be trimming the privet hedge. I was surprised but glad that he was using shears rather than a powered hedge-trimmer. The subtle, rhythmical snipping sound added an inexplicable ambience to Aunt Anne's and my foreplay. An electric trimmer would have been a distraction, and its sound would have shattered any squishy illusion that our voices might be audible. I shuffled a little lower down Aunt Anne's bed and rubbed my chest gently against her satin-covered crotch. Aunt Anne cooed softly, and I added my own low grunt of pleasure at the sensation. I heard footsteps on the pavement outside, accompanied by the jingling of a dog's collar and address disc. The shearing paused. A lady's well-spoken voice wished Frank good morning and said that, yes, she was taking Louis for a walk round the block and to the newsagent's shop. Aunt Anne sniggered at the sound of the voice and pulled a mock snobbish expression. The woman, Jane, was perhaps a little older than Frank and his wife, and was rather snooty. Aunt Anne had a habit of giving nicknames to people who annoyed her, and referred to this woman as "Lady Jane Grey". The "grey" came from the colour of her hair, and the "Lady" was a reference to her airs and graces. I had to admit that her posh voice sounded rather contrived. And she even pronounced her poodle's name "Louis" in a French accent. I thought of "Lady Jane's" supercilious expression as I sucked Aunt Anne's breast harder, trying to imagine the horrified look on her face if she could see us. I looked into my aunt's face and reciprocated her impression of a snobbish face. I smirked. Aunt Anne grinned back and chuckled softly. At the risk of sounding pathetic or puerile, although I knew that we were safe from being discovered, I tried to imagine Frank beckoning "Lady Jane" closer. In my mind's eye I pictured him, with whispered words, mimes and knowing nods at Aunt Anne's window, as he disclosed our dreadful secret. I imagined the snooty woman's blushes and intakes of breath, her tuts and head-shakes of shock, outrage, and disbelief. With such images in my mind I ran my mouth over Aunt Anne's soft mound. I drew in the sweetly musky scent of her arousal through the soft ivory satin. My mouth located her slit and I pressed my tongue into it and rubbed it. Through her slippery nightdress I kissed the tiny, narrow patch of stubbly hair above her hood. The wiry texture through the soft satin felt exquisite to my sensitive lips. I inhaled her musk again. I shuffled lower down the bed and kissed my aunt's bony shin. Then I lifted the hem of her nightdress and slid my head up inside. I thought again of the respectable, suburban life outside, and the taboo that Aunt Anne and I were defying. She caressed my scalp and neck through the fabric. The light filtered softly through the nightdress. My aunt's face and breasts were hidden from my sight but I cupped her right breast with my left hand, kneading it through the warm, silky satin. My fingers brushed the top of her little orb through the fine mesh trim. With my right hand I eased open her soft, hairless labia. Entranced, I stared at the pink inner flesh for a moment. Then I began to chew and tug with my lips, to lick, to lap, to suck. Aunt Anne's whimpers and croons encouraged me and excited me further. I tried to picture Lady Jane and Frank's expressions if they could only see us, and thought of the frantic telephone calls they would make to tell others, "not for the sake of gossip", of course, but because "I genuinely thought you should know." All this was just fantasy, of course -- Aunt Anne and I weren't stupid enough to betray what we were doing by letting ourselves be heard. But it was a juicy fantasy. And the more I thought of the shock and disapproval that our actions would provoke, the more aroused I became. I gazed at my aunt's stubbly pussy hair, trimmed to a narrow landing strip. I rested my eyes on her tattoo, the flower and the butterfly. But my gaze fixed on the alluring sight of her puffy pussy lips and the folds of her hood. I shifted my mouth to my aunt's firm thigh and kissed and licked it, then returned to her pussy, the pussy I should by rights never even seen, far less pleasured -- let alone entered. Aunt Anne wriggled a little and sat up. I emerged from under her nightdress. I stared at her attractive, eager face and at her breasts, one bared and the other still veiled in ivory satin. Her hair, usually smart and well groomed, hung untidily on each side of her face. She eased both straps free of her arms altogether and guided both my hands to her high-mounted little breasts. I stared at them as I rolled them gently with my palms, pressed them flat, then let them rise again to their natural smallness and shape. Aunt Anne pulled my face to hers and we kissed. I was very conscious that my mouth must have tasted of her sweet inner juice, and it was deliciously naughty that she was tasting herself from me. Our tongues met, and danced and pushed against each other. Still Lady Grey's posh voice and that of Frank, my aunt's neighbour continued outside, but I was listening to my aunt's groans and whimpers and not to the neighbours' conversation -- though I was conscious of it. Aunt Anne withdrew her mouth from mine. "Lie down James, love, and let Auntie taste your cock!" she whispered. My stomach churned at her explicit coarseness. She normally only used mild expletives, and even these she spoke quite infrequently. My heart was also pounding with anticipation at the prospect. I respected her too much to ask her to do this, but she was offering and I was more than happy to accede. She knelt between my knees. She held my gaze as she lowered her face slowly, slowly down. It was terribly wrong to see the mouth of my dad's sister approaching my seeping, purplish tip, but of course that was part of the illicit appeal. I stared, perspiring with anticipation, guilt and lust as Aunt Anne parted her lips, and I lay spellbound and helpless as she took my tip -- the tip of her brother's son -- into her mouth. I watched her lips wrap around it and stared as she eased her mouth down until the top half of my erection was in her mouth. I groaned at the spectacle and sensation of my aunt's soft, warm mouth around me. Then, still gazing at me fixedly and wantonly, she began to work her head slowly up and down. The noise was soft but lewd, and although I knew they could not hear, fleetingly I again imagined Frank and Lady Jane outside, gasping with shock. Aunt Anne's soft hair brushed my thighs and I caressed the soft skin of her back and the protruding hardness of her spine as she looked lewdly into my strained face. Her cheeks -- my aunt's cheeks -- dimpled and relaxed as she began to suck. She almost seemed to guess what I wanted, because, still with her mouth around my manhood, she moved round so that she was kneeling at ninety degrees to me across the bed at allow me to fondle her better. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 09 Her little breasts patted my thighs rhythmically. I stared at the enthralling sight, and savoured the soft sound and feel of her nipples and breasts gently slapping my skin. Then I cupped the nearer one and kneaded it rhythmically in sync with the bobbing up and down of her head. She wrapped her fingers round my erection and gently shafted it as she worked her mouth up and down. She raised her head higher and I watched as my tip emerged from her mouth. A bead of saliva stretched lewdly between my throbbing end and her lips. Aunt Anne gazed intently back into my face again and played her tongue over my end, swirling it around my foreskin and poking the tip of her tongue into my dribbling slit. I groaned. She turned her head to one side and ran her tongue up and down my length. As she did so she slid her fingers under my balls and made little tickling movements. I gazed at her face and at the sight of my erection, glistening with her saliva and my own pre-cum. She slid her mouth to the base of my erection and sucked my hairy balls into her mouth. I had seen it in porn movies, but had never experienced it. She played with them, rolling them around with her tongue, and sucking them, tugging them away from my body and letting them go back again. Frank and Lady Jane's voices outside had ceased now, and the sound of hedge clipping resumed. With a shudder I realised that Frank must now be doing the section almost under Aunt Anne's bedroom window. She went down on me again and increased the pace, her head rocking up and down more quickly. Although she was far from obese, her stomach sagged a little, and I watched the slight, alluring plumpness quiver in time with her head. I still held one little breast in my hand and toyed with it. The other slapped lightly and alluringly against my thigh. I gazed at her statuesque body, at her shapely strong legs and thighs, her bum, then back to her face and her rudely-moving mouth. I was near the edge. "Auntie, I... I'm going to come if you keep doing that..." I gasped, afraid to come in her mouth. She looked at me and grinned. "I know you are! And Auntie Anne wants to feel her nephew's hot sticky seed fill her mouth -- and then she's going to swallow it down, love!" she hissed. And that's what happened. To the sounds of my aunt's sucking and slurping, and (though not in synch with her head movements) of the clip-clipping sound of her neighbour's hedge trimming, I felt my balls harden. I mauled Aunt Anne's swaying little breast vigorously but not roughly, staring, transfixed, at its little surging movements. Gasping, I braced myself and, aided by my aunt's stimulation with hand and mouth, emptied myself into her mouth -- my aunt's mouth, defiled by my squirting cum! Aunt Anne remained still for a moment until she was certain I was spent. Then she raised her head and gazed into my sated face. She parted her lips just a little and to my shock and shame I glimpsed my creamy seed on her tongue. But my shock and shame were mingled with delight as I watched her mouth and throat move and realised that she had kept her word. My dad's sister had not only made me come in her mouth; she had also swallowed my nasty load. She laughed almost silently and I gazed at her as, still accompanied by the neighbour's hedge clipping, she lowered her head once more, and, as Lucy had done, licked me clean with her tongue. Then she slid onto her back beside me. In a sudden, wanton move she hiked up her nightdress to her waist. I gazed at the pale narrow strip of close-cropped hair above her hood, and at her pouting, puffy lips. To my surprise and delight she ran her hand over her stomach and began to play with her lips, stroking and rubbing them. The spongy flesh gave way erotically to her fingers. Her little breasts quivered slightly and subtly. "My turn to come now, James!" she whispered. "Go down on Auntie, love. Slip a finger up Auntie's wet little pussy and work your tongue on it at the same time!" She pointed to her tattoo. "Be like Auntie's butterfly, James -- get your long tongue inside her petals and sip her sweet nectar!" I fleetingly wondered whether this crude figure of speech was coincidental or whether it actually lay behind her choice of tattoo design, and each use of the term "Auntie" was like a bell tolling out our guilt and shame. Driven by her words, I knelt on all fours between her pale, well toned thighs. She draped them over my shoulders, and her heels rubbed my back. I lowered my mouth to my aunt's slit. It was slick and sweet with her arousal. I eased one finger into Aunt Anne's warm, wet, welcoming hole, then another. Through the open window I heard Frank's wife tell him that she had made him a cup of tea. Frank thanked her meekly and assured her he would be along in just a few minutes. I rocked my fingers gently in and out, enjoying the wet clasping tightness, and worked my lips and tongue on my aunt's sweet-tasting slit, her hood and her hard, sticky clit. My conscience remonstrated with me. I drowned it out with my eager licking and sucking. Then, accompanied still by the sound of Frank's shears almost directly below the open window, Aunt Anne began to gasp. Her heels gently butted against me. I felt her body give a few twitches against my face and felt her brace herself against the mattress. I felt her fingers on the back of my head. And I felt her come, mashing herself with abandon against my face. We lay side by side, kissing and caressing tenderly for a good few minutes, then Aunt Anne got up to go to the bathroom. She paused in the doorway and stood naked facing me. "Best go to your room now, love. And best to stay there for half an hour or so before you pull back your curtains. We don't want it to be obvious that we've both got up at the same time..." After she had gone I got up and went to my room. Although I was spent, the cloak-and-dagger element was very squishy, this keeping up an air of respectability in the most contradictory and outrageous of circumstances. I heard her return to her own room and after a few minutes I heard her open her bedroom curtains. After she had gone downstairs I went to the bathroom myself, then went to lie on my bed until the appointed time. My mind was in overdrive as I recalled the sordid details the events of the last thirty-six hours or so. Then, after nearly half an hour, I got dressed, pulled back my curtains and opened the window, and went downstairs to join my aunt. Through the kitchen window I saw her in the back garden talking to Frank as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. She smiled at me. I blushed and made a mug of coffee and a couple of slices of toast. A few minutes later Aunt Anne joined me in the dining room. She was wearing a lemon vest top. With them she wore the shorts she had worn the previous day. She went upstairs and I heard her mobile ring in the kitchen. When she came back down I told her she had missed a call. She retrieved her phone and chuckled. She showed me the text: Hi Anne how r u n James fixed 4 another party next Sat? Jack n Caroline r ok 2 meet up 2! Lucy n Bill I laughed, too, and to my aunt's questioning gaze I nodded enthusiastically but with a blush. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 10 Previous chapters have been in the incest/taboo category. The next chapter will be the final one, but having set the scene for another party it needed one further chapter before the grand finale. I had several ideas for role-play but they would have borrowed too heavily from other stories I've written or intend to. In the end I decided that in any case a group of swingers into role play probably wouldn't worry unduly about how realistic (or not) it was! So, strangely although the role-play scenario described lacks some credibility, it is probably quite realistic as the kind of thing that people might choose to act out. Thanks for your patience and kind comments/feedback so far. I will try to complete the final chapter before too long, but please be patient –I only have limited time available and each chapter takes quite a few hours from first draft to final edit and submission! _________________________ The next few days I spent on a high. Aunt Anne and I didn't have sex every night, but she did invite me to share her bed each night, and we had sex a couple of evenings and one morning. One evening we shared a shower, with the window and blind closed for safety, which was delightful. The shower gel made our hands and bodies slippery and sensual, and it was fun to wash and caress each other at the same time. Despite one or two slight hitches (it was my first time in the shower!) we managed to consummate our passion standing under the jetting water. Another morning she felt sorry for me in my horny state and before setting off for work she relieved me with her hand as I fondled her little breasts through her smart work blouse. She then quickly kissed me goodbye, washed her hands, and dashed off. The hurriedness of it all made it seem very tawdry and squishy. Each morning and evening we were careful to open and close the curtains and to switch on and off the lights of each bedroom at separate times to maintain the illusion of sleeping separately. As I did a few odd jobs around her new house and garden it was hard not to imagine her at her workplace. I felt the accustomed twinges of shame as I thought about our naughty secret and imagined her trying to sound non-committal at her desk as others asked how her nephew's visit was going – and about whether she had had a nice weekend! My phone call home during that week was tricky. Talking to my dad on the phone in the knowledge that in a few hours' time I would be sleeping beside his naked sister was especially shame-inducing, and I was in no mood for sex with Aunt Anne that night. But the following morning we indulged. It was fairly rushed because it was a weekday and Aunt Anne had to go to work. But the relative brevity of our sex – which by now was more like making love – was nevertheless intense. As I have mentioned before, my shame and guilt troubled me greatly, but at the same time they added to the heady excitement. Aunt Anne clearly felt the same way. And, as well as enjoying each other, we had the prospect of another party at Bill and Lucy's that next Saturday. "You must have made quite an impression, James – we only usually meet once a month!" Aunt Anne chuckled. She had also received another text suggesting that she bring along her role-play suggestion cards. It was even more exciting than the previous time, of course. The previous weekend only Lucy had been aware of my desire for my aunt, and she had in fact helped to engineer its resolution, and had even pleasured herself to climax as she spectated. Aunt Anne assured me that Lucy would have adhered to the "rules" of their little swingers' club, and would not have mentioned our secret even to her husband, Bill. This all meant that, although we didn't talk about it, Aunt Anne and I would find ourselves in an even greater predicament this time. We would have to decide whether to strive to keep the secret of our mutual desire and of its fulfilment, whether to let them guess, or even – and the prospect both terrified and thrilled me – to come clean about the illicitness of our relationship and maybe even agree to partner each other. The more I thought about it the more difficult it became to decide for myself which I would rather do. And, as I say, I didn't feel able to talk about it to Aunt Anne. _________________________ The big night arrived, and Aunt Anne took a little longer to get ready than the previous time, and arrived downstairs with an overnight case instead of just the previous week's carrier bag. She must have seen my puzzled expression, as she grinned and said that as role-play was on the agenda she wanted to take some additional clothes. My stomach gave a churn of intrigued delight. She was wearing a blue and green floral print sundress with buttons at the front from top to bottom. She left the bottom two open, which gave modest glimpses of her long, well toned legs. Her dress looked very feminine and pretty, and although its fit was modest, the size and shape of her little breasts were evident. I gazed too at her strong looking legs below the knee-length hem, and to the way the slightly loose fit swung against them and flapped open just slightly and teasingly to her lower thigh. We both seemed to feel a little tense on the outward journey, and spoke little. Perhaps like me my aunt was considering the dilemma of the turn in our relationship and how to handle it at the party. She invited me to rest my hand on her thigh as she drove, though, on the condition that I didn't overdo it. So I placed my perspiring hand there, keeping it mainly still but from time to time stroking it and kneading it gently. A car pulled alongside at traffic lights and, knowing that they could not see, I inched my hand mid way up her thigh and slid my finger between two of her dress buttons. Her skin was warm and deliciously soft. Glancing at the oblivion of the adjacent driver I rubbed my finger against her skin. It felt deliciously naughty to be doing this secretly yet publicly – especially as the lady in question was my dad's sister. Aunt Anne caught me glancing at the other car. She grinned, and parted her legs a little further, then took my hand and placed it right at the top of her thigh. "Give Auntie's pussy a little rub then, James!" she murmured. "You know they can't see or even guess!" I blushed with excitement, and unfastened the button nearest to my target. We masked what we were doing by not looking down, and by looking instead straight ahead or glancing around as we waited for the light to change. She gave a little gasp as my fingers touched her slit through her lacy panties. The traffic lights changed soon after. She pulled away, and I withdrew my hand. I nonchalantly raised my fingers to my nose, as if scratching it, but in reality it was to inhale her scent. I placed my hand on her thigh once more and contented myself with sporadic caresses and kneadings. I was hard, and we hadn't even arrived at the party! We were welcomed by Bill, and stepped inside. I felt more nervous – but more excited, too – than on our previous visit. On that occasion the true nature of the party was sprung upon me after our arrival. Now I knew what to expect. Aunt Anne and I headed upstairs with our overnight things. We were to use the same bedrooms –separate of course – as we had the previous week. We then headed downstairs to join the others. Aunt Anne had in her hand a handful of small cards. I recognised them as the role-play scenarios. Half were pale blue; the others were pale green. My stomach gave a little churn of excitement and nerves. It was a warm evening and we all sat outside for a while. A few doors away a family was having a barbecue. Their children laughed, talked loudly and argued. We sat chatting about trivia, but our purpose and enjoyment were far from innocent. We shamelessly ran our eyes over each other. Caroline was wearing a pink tee shirt that showed off an inch of deep cleavage in her pale skin. Her breasts seemed to fill her tee shirt, and I gazed as they rose and fell under the pink cotton. Over it, under her midriff, she wore a thick black belt that emphasised her waist and ripe bust. She was also wearing a fairly smart navy blue skirt with a modest slit in the back. It flared out a little to its hem. When she crossed her leg she made no attempt to pull her skirt hem forward. I could only see half way up her thighs, but her willingness to show them off to us all was very thrilling. Caroline was wearing a calf-length, loose fitting floral skirt, mainly yellow and brown. I would have preferred her in a shorter one, but she was wearing a canary yellow wrap-around top that tied in a bow over her belly. She was evidently not wearing a bra, and although her breasts were only a modest B-cup, they were slightly soft and pendulous, and quivered with each move she made. It may have been coincidental though, more likely, it was planned, but Lucy sat sideways-on to the sun. Coincidental or deliberate, the sun back-lit the shape of her bra-less breasts, shining through the loose cotton under them but leaving her orbs themselves in shadow so that their shape was illuminated. It was a spellbinding view, and once or twice I thought I could make out her nipple-ring through her top. I had to resist the urge to gaze on my Aunt Anne in her blue button-through sundress, and fought back the memory of my fingers poking between those very buttons on the journey down. Bill was wearing cotton drill trousers and a short sleeved tailored shirt. Jack wore a polo shirt and fawn chinos. I was wearing a white, large-check shirt and navy chinos. After half an hour or so we headed inside. My heart was thumping with anticipation. The vertical blinds of the lounge were open, presumably to avoid arousing undue neighbourly suspicion, and also presumably indicating that nothing much would be happening in the lounge for a while. There were a few cans of beer and a bottle of wine on the coffee table. Bill loaded a different softcore movie than the previous week's on the DVD player, with the sound turned down. Again the two dice and small sheets of paper were on the coffee table to determine who would partner whom. Lucy kept beaming at me and running her gaze over me to the point of embarrassment, and her nervous mannerisms of licking her lip and of drawing her lower lip under her upper one caught my eye. I knew that they were simply habits of hers, but again to me they seemed very suggestive and erotic. After a few minutes I was invited to shake the dice. I've already explained how this worked, so won't go into detail. Suffice to say that after some initial deliberation and a statement that Aunt Anne and I could not be together "of course" (at which point Lucy shot my aunt and I a fleeting but knowing look) the shaking of the dice decreed two groups, one group of four and a pair. Aunt Anne was to partner Jack for the first session and the rest of us – Bill, Lucy, Caroline and I – were to form a foursome. Aunt Anne shuffled the green role-play cards and held them out to Lucy. I guessed that the green cards were for groups and the blue for pairs. Lucy drew her lower lip under her top one as she studied the card's instructions. Her pale eyes were big with excitement. She passed it to Caroline, who pulled a light-hearted grimace to indicate her sexy approval, and she in turn passed it to me, but put her finger over her mouth as a sign not to read it aloud. Aunt Anne and Jack were also looking together at the card they had drawn. I watched them as they headed out of the door and up the stairs. I felt almost like a cheated lover as I watched my aunt lead the way and saw Jack's hungry gaze settle on her backside. At the same time I was nervous and excited at the prospect that awaited me. It was a bizarre cocktail of emotions. I felt another shudder at the awareness that I too had sated my desire with Aunt Anne, as Jack was about to do, and felt a surge of illicit pleasure at the secret known only to the two of us and to Lucy. I looked at the card that we had drawn again. I hoped it wouldn't seem too corny, but was gratified that when Aunt Anne and I had used one, it had simply turned out to be simply a fun scenario, not a script to be adhered to rigidly. Tonight's role-play was to prove not to be very realistic. But I didn't care, and I dare say you wouldn't have if you had been one of the participants. And, to be fair, it was only intended to add some initial spice to get things started. Anyway, Lucy walked across the room and stood before me. I watched her jiggling breasts and gazed at her thin lips and dilated, piercing blue eyes, then back to her breasts again, thinking of the nipple piercing with which I had played those few days earlier. She placed her hands on her hips, and rested the sole of her foot on the sofa. Her bare slender leg looked very enticing. I blushed to see her husband Bill looking at it – and he was also taking in my hungry gaze upon his wife's leg. It clearly gave him a buzz. "Well, she said, beaming at me then looking round at her husband and at Caroline. "We might as well go into the dining room. Unless anyone feels the need to get changed?" I followed the cue of the others and shook my head. We were all dressed smart-casual anyway. Lucy led the way. Her husband Bill gestured for me to follow her, and he fell in behind the busty Caroline. I sensed that he enjoyed having his wife ogled. It wasn't really necessary given that they were far more accustomed to this than I was, but the first thing I did upon entering the room was to check that the blinds were closed. Caroline, Bill and I sat down, and Lucy stepped into the kitchen. Bill produced a laptop. Carol sat in front of it; Bill sat on her left and I on her right. Once we were ensconced he called out to Lucy in the kitchen. "We shouldn't be too long, love. We just need to get our heads round these figures and to finalise our report for tomorrow's meeting." Lucy stepped back to the open doorway and leaned against the frame. I found my eyes drawn to the neckline of her yellow blouse and to the half-evident form of her breasts under it. My gaze ran down to the tied bow over her midriff that alone kept them covered. One deft move of the hand, or two, and they would be bared. My manhood began to awaken. "Okay, love," she replied to her husband. I'll leave the three of you to it. I'll load the dishwasher and make up the cafetiere." As she turned her back I called out. "Thanks for the meal, Mrs... er... Lucy. It was lovely." She beamed back at me and ran her tongue over her lips. Her piercing blue eyes seemed big. She was clearly pleased with my improvisation in the role play – she, the apparently dutiful wife hosting dinner for a male and female colleague of her husband's prior to their talking business for a while afterwards while she apparently busied herself with her housewife thing. "You're welcome, James," she replied softly. After booting up the computer and loading some spreadsheet, Bill swivelled and rotated his neck slowly as if it was sore or stiff. Caroline put on a concerned expression and rose from her chair to stand behind him. She started to knead his shoulders with her hands. Bill swivelled and rotated his neck slowly in response, and although well restrained by her bra, Caroline's ample breasts rippled subtly under her pink tee shirt. They rested briefly against the back of his head, and I stared at the way his head pressed into her and partly flattened the one nearest me. Despite the sound of footsteps and of mugs rattling on a tray that announced Lucy's arrival, Caroline continued her massage. He smiled fondly at Lucy, who petted his shoulder. "I always say laptops are no good!" she said to Caroline and I. "They just encourage bad posture!" "I know, I know," Bill added. "It's not just the posture, though. I'm a bit tense about tomorrow's meeting. It will have to be handled really carefully if we're to convince the directors about the merger. James is quite tense, too, aren't you James? It's his first presentation..." I nodded. "Caroline dear, why don't you give James one of your massages – give his shoulder and neck a little workout and drive out some of that tension?" Lucy said softly. "Good idea, Lucy", Caroline replied. I watched the delicious little surge of her ripe breasts as she stepped away from Bill to stand behind me and felt her hands on my collarbone and she began to work her fingers on me, then inched to my shoulders and the base of my neck. It felt relaxing yet stimulating. She laughed softly. "Keep your head nice and straight, and don't slouch!" she teased. Then it happened, as I had been expecting, but it still thrilled me all the same. Her breasts rested against the back of my head. And, as she gently massaged me, they pressed and brushed against me. I saw Lucy doing the same to her husband, Bill. The difference was that although her breasts were smaller, she was not wearing a bra under her top, and her orbs moved and moulded more freely and enticingly. She crooned softly to him. "Is that better, love?" "A bit," he replied, but he had a twinkle in his eye as he smiled at me. "How about you James?" Caroline asked. "The same. I feel a bit better thanks," I replied. Like Bill I began to move my head from side to side a little, seemingly innocently but in truth to avail myself – though in apparent innocence – of the feel of Caroline's adequate breasts. I saw Lucy's hand slide down over Bill's chest and down over his check shirt to caress his slightly podgy belly. "I think... I think I know what's causing the problem, love," she confided. She stepped to one side and ran her hands over his crutch. "Uh-huh... yes, there's more than one tension that needs some relief, I fear!" she said. "How about James, Caroline?" she asked. I thrilled to see Caroline too step to one side and slide her hand down and brush my rising erection through my trousers. "Yes, Lucy. Yes, he's very stiff and tense – and in need of some relief..." Summoning my will power I pushed her hand away. I was supposedly the shy young man who was taken aback by the turn that events were taking. "Don't, Caroline! What... what the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, even though the answer was very obvious. I quite liked the idea of playing my role as a stimulating starter to having sex. "Sorry," she replied. "I thought... it's one of the tasks Bill asks me to do. At work and so on. It... it was part of the job description when I applied to be his P.A. – but I was more than happy with the terms. I thought perhaps if you were feeling tense or... DISTRACTED... and needed some relief to help you concentrate on tomorrow's agenda... I... I'm sorry if I embarrassed you..." I know it doesn't exactly sound very convincing role-play, and it wasn't. But in its own way it was fun, and novel. I watched in feigned embarrassment and indecision as she raised her hands to my shoulders again and began to roll her fingers over them. I saw Lucy slide her hand inside Bill's trousers, and his trousers tented and ballooned, making it quite clear what she was up to. I heard footsteps above and realised that Aunt Anne and Jack, Caroline's partner were in the back bedroom that was right over the dining room where I was now ensconced with Bill, his wife Lucy, and Caroline. But even thoughts of my aunt were banished from my mind for now as I saw Caroline's hand mimic Lucy's, seeking my zip and pushing her hand inside. "Oooh, you're REALLY hard!" Caroline said softly. No way will you be able to think about tomorrow's meeting until I sort this out..." I groaned as I felt her hand squeezing my balls and my hard length through my boxers. I pushed her hand away but she just giggled and squirmed it back in again. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 10 "Please..." I said in fake protest. "I... each to their own, but I think you have misjudged me... In fact..." I stood up, as if to leave the room. Lucy raised her eyebrows. Then she smiled as she realised that I was indeed faking. "I... this is too kinky for meeee... oh shit... oh no, please, NO..." Lucy was now facing me and tugging open the ties of her yellow top. It glided open. I stared at her naked B-cup breasts, modest and firm still for her age, and at the gold ring that pierced her nipple. "Oh YES!" James, she hissed, and licked her lip. "I think you mean 'Oh shit, yessss!'" She pushed past Carol and stood, glaring with her hands on her hips. She put on a mock scolding tone. "You know, you really shouldn't be so bloody ungrateful, James! My husband gives you a good job and fast-tracks your promotion. He invites you round to our home for a dinner party where I spend hours preparing a fucking meal. You even eye me up half the time you're here – yes, even under my husband's nose, and give yourself a hard-on so you can concentrate on tomorrow's key meeting – on which a lot is at stake, NOT LEAST for my husband, may I remind you! And to cap it all when Caroline and I offer to help with your problem – your BIG, HARD, THROBBING problem – you insult our hospitality!" "It... it's not that, Mrs... Lucy... it's just... oh hell, no, please!" Lucy's eyes were big with excitement, though I guess mine were, too. Bill also was watching keenly as his wife took my hands in hers. "Oh hell, yesss!" Lucy hissed. One of my hands she pressed against her own naked, flaccid breast. Caroline was standing close now, and Lucy pushed my other hand inside Caroline's tee shirt, up over the soft warm skin of her midriff and up, up, until it met the soft fabric of her bra. Lucy squeezed my hand against the big orb. Caroline's bra held it quite firmly but nevertheless it gave way a little to my touch. I think I gasped. "Now sit down!" Lucy ordered, though with a half-smile. I sat down and gazed, spellbound, as she hiked up her loose-fitting floral skirt and sat astride my lap facing me. Although lightly built (a UK dress size 12), her weight pressing on my thighs felt delicious. She pulled my head to her breasts and told me to kiss them and suck them. I've never been a great one for domination but it was fun to pretend to resist her advances and to be overruled. Despite the coursing of my testosterone, I managed to protest feebly that it wasn't right and that she mustn't make me. My protest egged her on – and her eagerness in turn fuelled me, too. She leaned back but thrust her breasts in my face. Her face was a grimace of austerity and desire, and even though I knew it was a mere act, it was very arousing. Bill was still watching with eager interest as, still feigning reticence, I began to kiss his wife's breasts, then Caroline returned to his side. But Caroline half-turned to me and gazed into my face as she unbuckled the belt around her waist, then pulled up her tee shirt and pulled it off her head. I remember groaning as I watched. Her bra was made of white fabric with pink hearts dotted on it. Its style was otherwise plain, one of those bras designed to be hard to see under a tee shirt. It enclosed most of each breast, but her cleft was deep and alluring On each side of it her skin was slightly dry and little spidery lines ran out from it. I found this more enthralling than off-putting; it underlined her maturity and somehow made her behaviour seem more wanton. I saw Bill's hand rise to her back and watched, entranced, as her bra straps slackened, the two heart-patterned cups opened out, and her big, mature breasts flop out and down as he swept her bra off her arms. Her breasts sagged a little, but they were natural, and to me their slight loss of shape spoke less of excess age than of experience, of who-knows how many times of being kissed, caressed and sucked. Lucy reached a hand across and rocked one of Caroline's breasts up and down. "Look at that! Look at its size, its shape – then look me in the eye and tell me you don't want us to relieve your stress and your tension!" Lucy hissed, though her eyes were bright. And, of course, I could do the first, but not the second. It was very arousing and very wanton to see Lucy's ring-adorned hand playing with her friend's ripe, juicy orb, and to do so under her husband's watchful eye. I recalled how the previous week I had partnered Caroline and her own partner, Jack, while Aunt Anne had joined Bill and Lucy. With a shudder of revulsion yet lustful curiosity I briefly envisaged Lucy's ringed hand playing with my aunt's little breasts – and my aunt's hands playing with Lucy's slightly larger ones and with her nipple piercing. "Bring that nice big juicy tit over to him and let him have a little nibble while I play with his cock!" Lucy encouraged her friend. She was rocking back and forth on my thighs but sat upright as Caroline approached. Caroline stepped to the other side of Bill's chair with her back to his side and facing me. Her perfume was light but sweet. She cupped her D-cup breasts in her hands, compressing them a little. Their generous size made them overhang her hands. Although I forced myself to pull my face back a little in my continued pretended reluctance, she swung gently from side to side against me, lightly slapping my cheeks with her lovely, hand-held orbs. I protested "No, please don't!" which made her smile; she was clearly enjoying the role of seductress as much as I was savouring being seduced. Lucy, who was still sitting astride my lap, giggled. "Don't listen to him, Caroline! We all know how tense he is – especially how tense his balls and his cock are – and how badly he wants relief!" she said aloofly. "SHHHH! There you go, James, there you go!" Caroline said as if to reassure me. "Don't be shy – I know you've been wanting to do this for ages. I've seen you looking secretly across the office at these big juicy boobies! I've seen you looking down my blouse when I've bent down, trying to get a good eyeful! So enjoy them. You know you've been dying to for ages. Give them a good kiss and a good hard suck! Besides, we have to discuss tomorrow's meeting to discuss in a little while. We have to build your tension and then release it so you have a clear mind..." "Oh Caroline, Lucy, please don't make me..." I whined. She giggled. "Oh yes, I think so, James, I think so. We're teasing you up and then when your tension gets too great it will ALLLLL come shooting out and you will feel nice and relaxed and able to concentrate on tomorrow's meeting...." Caroline purred. Lucy was caressing Caroline's breast with her hand. I watched her wedding-ring-adorned finger moving around her friend's nipple. So did Bill. Despite my (unconvincing) protests I nuzzled Caroline's delicious orbs, savouring their squashy warmth, pressing my face into their softness, and playing with her nipple with my tongue and my lips. She still stood close to Bill but with her back towards him. I could see his hand moving and guessed that he was playing with her bum either through or inside the slit in her navy blue skirt. I thought of her pussy, shaved except for that small crest of blond, untrimmed hair above it. I tugged on her nipple with my lips, thrilling in the way the surrounding flesh stretched away from her. Then Caroline withdrew and sank to her knees in front of Bill. He stood up. Caroline unzipped his trousers and tugged them down, followed by his boxers. I was too embarrassed to look much at his erection but I saw her kiss it and lick it. Then she took it in her mouth and began to suck it slowly. Bill groaned and sank back onto the dining chair. She expertly unfastened the buttons of his check shirt and swept her hands over his tubby belly. Lucy, meanwhile, leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I was struggling to pretend reluctance any longer, but tried; there was no denying that it was enjoyable to play at being seduced, and she and the others clearly relished their roles. Lucy took my hands and clamped them over her breasts. She kissed me harder, playing her tongue along my lip and, as soon as I parted it a fraction, she was seeking entrance, flickering her tongue over my lips and teeth. She found my tongue and pushed and probed against it. Bill was watching very eagerly as his wife and I snogged like eager lovers – or something similar. Lucy pulled away. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said soothingly. "Now suck those tits. Hard. Greedily... NOW!" I sucked each orb in turn into my mouth and played with her nipple and with her piercing. As I sucked harder the lewd sound seemed embarrassingly loud, but Lucy nodded approvingly. So did her husband, Bill. She was now thrusting her crotch against my trouser-clad crutch, pressing down on it and rubbing against it in little circles. "Hmmm, you're very hard, and very eager. I can feel your big hard cock pressing against me. We'll soon have that 'TENSION' spurting out – every drop of it – but not yet, not yet..." There was no mistaking her double-entendre. She leaned forward and kissed me. Her lips and her tongue began to work unceremoniously again. I glanced at Bill, who tore his gaze away from Caroline's head as it slid back and forth to suck his erection. His face was slightly twisted with excitement. I noticed Caroline and Lucy exchange glances and before I realised what was happening, Lucy was sliding off my lap. Then she and Caroline exchanged positions, except that Lucy hiked her skirt up to her waist as she stood astride her husband's thighs. She was not wearing any panties, and I gazed at her pussy, surrounded by her luxuriant brown hair. It seemed very lewd for her to have been like this, though unguessed, since Aunt Anne and I arrived, to have sat bare-crotched under her skirt as we all exchanged small talk in the garden within sight and earshot of her neighbours, all the time anticipating and preparing for this moment! Aunt Anne... again I found my thought briefly straying and wondering just what she and Caroline's partner were doing in the room above this one. I wondered too what acts she had undertaken the previous week when she had partnered Bill and Lucy together. Caroline knelt before me and beamed up at me. She was attractive in a woman-next-door way and had a kindly face. A clip at the back of her head held her hair up. Her face almost had an innocence about it; an innocence betrayed by her being knelt, topless, before me, with her squashy, ample breasts swaying as she got into position. Her apparent innocence was shattered too by her explicit, though softly spoken words and by her gesturing at my groin. "I think you should get it out and let your randy, mature colleague lick and suck it, James," she murmured. "I bet when you get home from work you close your eyes and try to imagine me doing it don't you, hmmmm? Well don't close your eyes now – your obliging colleague wants to see you watching your big hard prick slide in and out of her naughty mouth..." I stood up, trying to avoid looking at Bill as I unfastened my trousers and shoved them, and my boxers, down to my knees before sitting down again, feeling very self conscious about being exposed in front of another bloke. I watched as Caroline leaned forward over my hardness. She poked her tongue out as far as she could and dragged it slowly up and down my length. I felt it give a salute of approval but I also shuddered with revulsion at the consciousness that just moments earlier her tongue had been pleasuring Bill's manhood. She gazed up into my face as she did so. Then she raised her head and pursed her lips. To my shock I saw a bead of saliva drip down onto my bare tip. It was like a scene straight from a porn movie. Yet it was being enacted upon me in the dining room of one of my aunt's friends by another friend of hers – while my aunt herself was having sex upstairs! I groaned, transfixed by the sight of her serene, slightly lined face as she wanked me. Her expression was at complete odds with her actions. Caroline looked up into my face saucily and started to shaft me more firmly, but slowly. My length and her fingers glistened with her nasty saliva, and as I watched, a dribble of pre-cum seeped down and onto her lithe, shafting fingers. Her large, rather saggy breasts slapped rudely against my legs. The sound and sensation sent a shiver of delight through me. My pulse raced as Caroline parted her mouth and, still staring into my eyes, engulfed my erection. She began to suck it noisily and played with my balls with her fingers as she did so. The noise attracted Bill's and Lucy's attention. I groaned, transfixed by the sight of Caroline's serene, slightly lined face as she wanked and sucked me at the same time; the intense interest of Lucy and her husband Bill fired my arousal further. Lucy was now standing facing him. She was still wearing her top, though it hung open, and she was holding her skirt up as he played with her hairy pussy. It somehow seemed ruder than if she had been naked. She then turned a little and looked across at Caroline and I, giving us a view of the raw pinkness of her slit amidst her verdant pubes, and of Bill rubbing her clit while she pumped his erection. The whole thing was at one and the same time surreal, almost unbearably shocking and shamefully embarrassing, yet lewdly arousing, too. Lucy's fine hairs twined around her husband's fingers. With his other hand he kneaded her bum, and I watched it flatten and return to its normal shape again. She held her blouse to one side as Bill licked her nipple and bit on the gold piercing. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye, clearly relishing being seen taking his pleasure with his wife and watching me take mine with their friend. I looked away from his face back to the movements of his hands, then fleetingly looked at hers as she played with his manhood. I thought of the previous week when her cuckolding hand had been pumping my erection as it was now pumping his. I gazed down at Caroline as she pushed the tip of her tongue into my slit and licked my oozing pre-cum off my throbbing tip. Then she stood up and straddled my knees as I remained seated on the dining chair. She stooped to kiss me and I was slightly repulsed yet also aroused to taste my own juice mixed with her saliva. I fondled her bum through her skirt and, encouraged by her grunts of approval, slid my hand inside the slit of her skirt to stroke the backs of her thighs and her fleshy bum cheeks. She straightened up and I pressed my head into her lightly perspiring cleavage, kneading and rolling each orb that nestled against my face. My fingers found her nipples and gently pinched them and shook her ripe breasts by them. I withdrew my face and gazed, transfixed, at the surging, swaying flesh. She whimpered with delight. Bill and Caroline were sighing and grunting their pleasure, too. The sounds all seemed to blend together into one subtle but erotic backdrop of sound. Caroline turned her back to me, and leaned over the smart oak dining table and parted her legs, causing the slit in the back of her navy blue skirt to slide open. Its colour contrasted gorgeously with the paleness of her smooth-looking skin. She ran her hands over her thrust-back bum, then, pressing her skirt against herself for friction, slid it up. Her legs, though a little less shapely than Aunt Anne's, were fleshy rather than skinny. Her panties matched her bra, white cotton with small pink hearts dotted on them. They were neither tiny nor big, and showed a nice amount of bum flesh. "Lean forward and pull my knickers down, James..." Caroline crooned over her shoulder. "Kiss my bum and stroke my pussy at the same time. She's wet already but when she's REALLY wet, stick two fingers up and get me REALLY fucking excited!" I leaned forward and dragged her panties down. They were soft and warm. I left them strung between her parted knees; I didn't want to delay any further, and in any case she looked ruder that way. I planted kisses on her pale, fleshy bum cheeks, caressing them at the same time, thrilling in the warm softness of her skin and the yielding of her flesh. Then, as she had ordered, I slid my hand up the front of her skirt. I groaned as I felt the small but long tuft of Caroline's silky hair above her hood, and ran my fingers through it. Still kissing her bum cheeks and staring at them I stroked her hood and her nub, thrilled to find that they were indeed already slightly sticky. I caressed her pouting lips and her hood. Then as I felt her moistness increase I gently eased two fingers into her and gently rocked them in and out. She was slick, warm and quite tight. Caroline whimpered and gyrated her hips slowly, and made gentle thrusting movements against my probing fingers. "Look at that! Look at that!" I heard Lucy gasp to Bill. She stepped between me and him, and whispered in my ear. "Give me your fingers and let me have a little taste!" she wheezed. I blushed at her sordid request but complied, withdrawing my fingers from her friend's hole. I stared as Lucy leaned forward, her breasts hanging down deliciously. I watched her open her mouth and poke out her tongue to lick her friend's inner juice from my fingers. "Again, James..." she whispered. A few creaks and groans came from the bed upstairs where my aunt and Caroline's partner, Jack were taking their pleasure. I shuddered at the reminder and with curiosity as to exactly what they were doing. I continued to feed Caroline's juices to Lucy for a few minutes. Lucy's hand encircled my erection and rocked slowly up and down, her wedding ring pressing against it as she pleasured me. Bill stood up and, still clad in his open shirt, bent down to remove his trousers and boxers from around his ankles. Then, to my shock, he lined himself up behind Lucy and, holding up her skirt, entered her. Lucy braced one hand on the table and the other on the seat of my chair as she continued to feast on Caroline's juice from my fingers as her husband thrust into her with a slow but steady slapping noise. The rhythmic little forward jerks of her body were very erotic, and caused her breasts to flick against my thighs. Caroline looked over her shoulder – I was still fondling her lovely bum – and she grinned at the obscene spectacle. I didn't think I would be capable of much blushing by now, but I was wrong. My face reddened as Lucy lowered her head and took my erection into her mouth, lashing my throbbing tip with her tongue and sliding her head up and down, taking about half of me into her warm soft mouth as her husband drove slowly but firmly into her. I was glad I had taken some viagra earlier. I had never had any problems with my prowess, but wasn't sure whether embarrassment in the presence of others might cause such a difficulty. Right now, despite my shock and embarrassment I remained hard. Lucy's teeth lightly grazed my skin, then she withdrew from me and pulled away from Bill, too. "I think YOU should fuck me now, James..." she whispered seductively, though I was well past pretending to need encouraging. She stood up, and so did Caroline. Swiftly Caroline unfastened her own skirt and kicked it off, and pulled down her panties, too. She removed the clip from her hair, pointing out that she didn't want to scratch the table, and clambered onto her back on the solid dining table. Bill stood by Caroline's head. She turned her face to him and began to suck him loudly and noisily. Her big breasts surged delightfully with the movements of her head, and Bill groped them, slightly roughly, with one hand. With his other hand he gently rubbed her pouting pussy lips and her clit. Lucy walked to the sideboard and from a drawer she took out a condom and opened its foil wrapper. She then stepped to the other side of the table and leaned over it, bracing her hands against it, facing Caroline's side. I eased on the condom – I was more than content to do so. Then I yanked up Lucy's floral skirt and guided myself into her enveloping, clasping warmth. I cupped her slightly flaccid breast, and squeezed and kneaded it, and tugged on her nipple ring. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 10 Bill was glancing rapidly from his wife's face to Caroline's face and body. He withdrew his erection from Caroline's mouth and I heard a soft rhythmic flapping sound. With combined revulsion and arousal I realised that he was jacking off, with his erection held near Caroline's breast. She closed her eyes and I saw her fingers snake down to her pussy. She started to caress herself, stroking her lips then rubbing her clit. The lewd sight and soft sound of her fingers on her turgid flesh thrilled me immensely. The sound of me thrusting into his wife seemed to drive Bill, and although I did not look, the rude sounds made it clear that he was now shafting himself harder and faster. I gazed at Caroline's self-pleasuring hands and at the surging of her breasts, assisted by Bill's other hand. I blushed as I heard his breathing increasing in tempo, then he was gasping. As I glanced, while still thrusting into his wife, I saw the inevitable strings of thick creamy come spurt obscenely across Caroline's breast. One nipple was coated almost entirely and blobs and streaks adorned her orbs. Their swaying made it dribble down her. My own pace was quickening and was hastened further by Lucy. She leaned forward and scooped her husband's seed off her friend's breasts with her fingers and licked them clean, repeating the process several times until the only trace left were several slight moist trails on her skin. Bill continued to drag his tip over Caroline, seeking to give her every last drop and trace of his nasty goo. I pounded deeper and harder into his wife as she did so, and, and squeezed her breasts harder. She came at the same time as me, thrusting back against me and looking lewdly and fixedly at Bill as she bucked and jerked in her ecstasy. Caroline was still pleasuring herself, but, when Lucy had finished cleaning her with her fingers, she leaned further forward and dragged her tongue over Caroline's breast, licking it clean. Soon I saw Caroline's legs go rigid, then she began to writhe gently before the other three of us. As Caroline climaxed, Lucy leaned further forward and, drawing Caroline's nipple and part of her big squashy orb into her mouth, sucked it greedily and noisily. Another groan from the bed above us reminded me of Aunt Anne and Jack, and I wondered whether she and Lucy or she and Caroline ever sucked each other's breasts. It was a sight I would love to see. We all chuckled nervously and puffed out several "Wow"s or "whew"s then began to get ourselves sorted out. We stopped in our tracks a few moments later. From the room above our heads came a regular, rhythmical sound of creaking bed springs. The sound increased in pace and became almost frantic, then ceased, apart from a few groans from the bed as Aunt Anne and Jack's ecstasy lapsed. Although they must have known in advance when choosing the back bedroom, that the creaking bedsprings would be audible to us, our embarrassment was nevertheless real. None of us quite knew what to say and, slightly abashed, we got dressed. It was Lucy who broke the ice. "Well, it appears that my other dinner guests must have been under stress but gave found the same way to relieve it that we found. I'm going to retire to the lounge now - I'll leave the three of you to resume your chat about tomorrow's meeting!" We all laughed. Lucy headed for the lounge and we followed her to await the arrival of Aunt Anne and Jack - and to see what else lay in store. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 11 Sorry for the HUGE delay in submitting this final chapter. This was due to a number of reasons that I won't bore you with. Thanks to those who have submitted feedback and have enquired about the final chapter. Next time I write a story I'll try to write the whole thing and submit it a chapter at a time rather than try to write a chapter at a time as I submit the previous one. Hope you like this anyway. *************** Although I hadn't drunk much alcohol the previous evening, I had enjoyed a few drinks. It had taken me a while to get to sleep, too. It was hardly surprising. I mean, I'd never before slept beside a married woman, let alone one whose husband was dozing on the other side of her on the king-sized bed! I had partnered Lucy and Bill, with the raunchy Lucy sharing her favours and attentions between us. I was now discovering the true naughty allure of swinging. It wasn't just about having different partners. It was all about the excitement and shame of being watched by the husband as you enjoyed his wife. But it was also about the sordid delight of watching - and joining, as the invited interloper - man and wife in what should be their most intimate and private act. To be truthful both elements were equally exciting. And equally shameful. That, along with the excitement of the last few hours, as well as the limited amount of sleep that I had recently had over several nights alone with my aunt in her bed, caused me to awaken slowly and gradually. The curtains softened the daylight that filled the room. I was lying on my side, and as I opened my eyes I saw before me the slender, naked back of a woman, her dishevelled chestnut hair veiling the nape of her neck and resting on her shoulders. My eyes followed the soft, smooth skin and the contours of Lucy's back, running down its hollow to where it disappeared under the bedsheet, which reached just above her waist. I recalled being vaguely aware of Bill getting off the bed at some point in the night, and, sure enough as I glanced across, he was lying asleep on a futon that faced the bed on which I was now lying next to his naked wife. The whole situation was surreal, and I blushed with embarrassment. I knew he had only done it so he could sleep more comfortably, but it almost seemed that he had bestowed his conjugal rights on me. He was breathing deeply. He had drunk quite a bit more than I had. I was getting hard as I studied the form of his wife Lucy, recollecting the feel of her body and skin, and the sensation of being inside her married, mature body. I also thought how just a few hours earlier she had alternated her favours between her husband and I. Despite all that had happened between us, I was too embarrassed now to take the initiative in Bill's presence. Instead I contented myself with gently lifting the lemon-coloured bedsheet that covered us both, to gaze on her better. Her hips were not broad but they did flare nicely from her waist. Similarly her backside was not big, but it was curvy and in good proportion to her slender frame. My eye was drawn to the cleft that separated her buttocks, and blushed as I thought of the occasion the previous week -on this very marital bed, in fact - when she had even invited me to have anal sex with her. As I glanced once more at her husband I blushed deeper, and at the recollection of how, at her insistence on that occasion, I had called her lewd names as I came inside her. It was only then that I was suddenly aware of another presence. On the bed, beside and behind me as I lay on my side. I have already mentioned that I awoke gradually. In addition, the sights and feelings I have just described all occurred within just a few moments and flooded my senses, making me oblivious to other details. I rolled slightly onto my back and twisted my neck round. Close to my face and near the headboard was a pair of feet. Attached to it was a pair of strong calves and long legs. There was no doubt whose they were, but instinctively I rolled further over and turned my head to check. Aunt Anne's pale pink chemise was almost entirely plain. It was made of satin, and reached just below her knees. Under it, her flattish stomach and little breasts rose and fell with her breathing. She was lying the opposite way to Lucy and I, with her head at the foot of the bed and her feet by the headboard, to take up less space beside us. The upper bedsheet was loosely bunched over me and did not cover her at all. Her face looked serene as she lay there asleep, her dark straw hair framing her face untidily yet naturally. She must have joined us on Bill and Lucy's bed some time after Bill had moved to the futon and when the three of us were asleep. The satin of her chemise gleamed a little in the soft daylight, which created subtle highlights and shadows on the fabric. The stretches, creases and looser folds in the satin where it hugged or draped over her seemed somehow very sensual and I watched the rise and fall of her stomach and little breasts under it with each breath she took. I rolled over onto my back and tilted my head to look up her hem. Her inner thighs were parted a little and were slightly shadowed inside the pink satin. Her posture hid her crotch from view but by now I well knew what it looked like, and imagined it as I gazed upon where the soft pink fabric covered it. I admired the half-discernible curve of her mound through it. I felt my erection begin to harden. I also felt acutely embarrassed, though. As far as I knew, only Lucy knew Aunt Anne's and my secret. There was no way of knowing whether her husband Bill would be outraged or turned on by it. I was shocked, too, that my aunt had created such a situation. As I seemed to be the only one who was awake, I contented myself with lying on my back and glancing from my aunt to Lucy and back again. Shame and apprehension had made my erection abate, but now it revived as I looked from one of them to the other and recalled the moments of illicit pleasure and ecstasy I had enjoyed - separately - with each of them. I felt Lucy stir and saw her hand fumble behind her back. I watched in half-horror as I saw it snake round and feel for my member. Irrationally, although Lucy had seen me having sex with Aunt Anne, I was acutely embarrassed at the prospect of Aunt Anne waking and watching me with her friend. Don't ask me to explain why being watched by my aunt seemed more taboo than having sex with her. I'm just stating my mixed up feelings about it all. Lucy rolled over and smiled at me, then flicked her tongue mischievously over her narrow lips. Her brown hair was quite dishevelled and fell forward, covering her cheeks. She gently straddled me and kissed me on the mouth and I felt her stomach press gently down against my erection. She brushed her breasts against my chest, then more firmly, then softer again. She began to thrust her belly lightly against me. My member began to harden with her weight and gentle but rhythmic rubbing. Her soft pubes rubbed my thigh. They were soft and silken. After a few minutes of humping and rubbing her hairy pussy against me I felt her dampness appear on my skin. It was very lewd and very erotic. She raised herself on her elbows and I gazed as she lowered her B-cup breasts to my face. They sagged a little, and I stared at her nipples and at her piercing. Her eyes were bright and intense, and I stroked her untidy brown hair. She caressed my cheeks and my mouth with her semi-soft orbs and rubbery nipples. I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. My embarrassment and shame were giving way to desire. Her nipple rested on my lips. I tugged on it gently and licked the hard gold piercing. She whimpered. I glanced anxiously at her husband, Bill, but he still seemed fast asleep. If he wasn't, I told myself, he was a good actor and plainly content with my pleasuring of his wife. I resumed tugging on her nipple with my lips and licking it, pressing it flat with my tongue and releasing it. It was now tautening in response. Lucy laughed softly and took my wrist in her hand. My gaze fell on her wedding ring. To my horror she edged my hand to Aunt Anne's leg stretched out beside us. I resisted, fearful at the prospect of Bill awaking and seeing, but Lucy licked her lips suggestively and nodded assertively. I watched, now almost powerless, as she inched my hand slowly, inexorably, to my aunt's shin. I stifled a gasp as my fingers touched her soft skin. I stiffened, not wanting to wake her, yet half-hoping I would, as Lucy guided my hand lightly up and down the soft skin of my aunt's calf. I'd touched and kissed her there several times already over the last few days, including in Lucy's presence and at her instigation. I'd also had sex with Lucy, of course. But Bill's sleeping and oblivious presence added a whole new taboo flavour to what was taking place now with his wife - and with my aunt. Aunt Anne began to stir. For a brief moment I got a glimpse up her pink chemise of her crotch, shaved except for a narrow vertical line of short-cropped sandy hair above it. Her chemise shimmered alluringly as she half sat up. Her dark-straw hair fell over her face and she brushed it aside. The undercurve of her little breasts was silhouetted through the pink satin against the daylight. The half-visibility of their shape was intensely arousing. One puffy nipple pressed slightly against the silky fabric, too. Aunt Anne looked down at my hand in her friend's as it caressed her. She half-sat up and looked into my face, then at Lucy's body as it rubbed against me. Aunt Anne raised her eyebrows and beamed approvingly at the sights and sensation. I felt my pre-cum seeping and lewdly lubricating the skin of Lucy's thigh and of my own as Lucy continued to hump against me. I blushed, too, as my aunt's gaze rested on my lips with Lucy's hardening nipple between them, and I let it go. I glanced at Bill, thankful that he still appeared to be asleep, yet a small part of me hoped that he would awaken and witness the lewd and illicit scene taking place a couple of yards from him on his own matrimonial bed. Lucy looked over her shoulder at my aunt and gave a few harder thrusts, as if to emphasise what she was doing to me - and as if there had been any doubt about it! I could just see the top of my aunt's shallow cleft inside her chemise. She shuffled forward and unbelievably - to me at least, though with a shudder I realised that this was almost certainly something she had done before - her hand stretched out to caress Lucy's back and bum cheeks with her long, lithe fingers. I stared, spellbound at the reflected image in the large mirror. Lucy was still rubbing her belly against my hardness, but more lightly now so as not to over-stimulate me. Her dank pussy and pubes continued to rub against my thigh. My skin was now moist with her juice - as was hers, with mine. Aunt Anne's expression was now as intense as Lucy's was. I watched her raise her arms and tug her chemise up and off her head. She reclined on her side beside me. I ran my gaze swiftly over her slender body, taking in her slightly lined neck, her little breasts and gorgeous puffy nipples. My eyes swept down to her stomach, taking in its relative flatness but also its few slight horizontal creases, then to the butterfly tattoo near her crotch. Aunt Anne smiled at me, enjoying my pleasure in her, and briefly she teased me by opening her legs and showing her pussy, hairless and smooth save for the thin strip of closely cropped, pale hair above it. Lucy raised herself a little higher, but was still straddling me. She and Aunt Anne exchanged glances then leaned in to kiss each other. It was clearly intended for my benefit, as the kiss was just brief and light. Aunt Anne sat more or less upright, and Lucy kissed her little breast. Aunt Anne gave a little shudder of delight and cupped her friend's medium sized breast, kneading it gently in her hand. I stared, shocked, embarrassed, yet with my testosterone pumping at the sight of my own aunt's hand pleasuring another woman. With a shudder of excitement I recalled that I had been secretly watching a porn movie of mature lesbians when Aunt Anne had inadvertently walked in on me. What I was seeing now was close to what I had been pleasuring myself to then. But right now it was for real. And I was not just a spectator of my aunt and her female friend, which would have been lewd enough, but a participant. The fact that it was only a show for my benefit made it somehow more arousing than if they were genuine lovers. Lucy's orb yielded and returned to its natural shape alternately and rhythmically in response to my aunt's light squeezes. And Lucy's lips drew on Aunt Anne's little breast, tugging it away from her, stretching the modest orb deliciously. They both sighed and crooned. And they both glanced repeatedly from each other to my face, and to my erection. Our glances also wandered to Bill's sleeping form, then back to each other again. Lucy and my aunt beamed with satisfaction once more at the effect their display - and of Bill's oblivious presence - were having on me. This was new territory to me, so although I longed to reach out and touch my aunt or Lucy, for some reason I felt unable to. I don't know whether she sensed my reserve or whether she just wanted to progress things, but Aunt Anne took my hand and cupped it over Lucy's other breast. I savoured the sight and the feel of the softish flesh in my hand, and in the mirror I watched her other orb's gentle but rhythmic palpation to my aunt's touch. Subconsciously I found my own kneading falling into synch with Aunt Anne's, and the sight of Lucy's two orbs in the mirror was delicious. Lucy gave a little whimper and rolled onto her back. I watched as she and Aunt Anne changed positions, with Lucy now kneading Aunt Anne's little breast and Aunt Anne kissing and nuzzling Lucy's. The sight of Lucy's ring-adorned hand on my aunt's breast was incredibly alluring. My aunt drew one of her friend's soft orbs into her mouth and began to suck. I heard her teeth bite Lucy's nipple ring. The sound seemed far louder than it was. It sent a shudder of delight through me. I glanced nervously to Bill and was reassured by his closed eyes and steady breathing. I felt suddenly chilled as I thought too of Jack and his partner, Caroline. I didn't know which room they were in, but hoped that they couldn't hear or guess the illicitness of what was taking place. Aunt Anne gazed at my pulsing erection. Her hair brushed Lucy's face, and she was clearly whispering to her. Lucy nodded and grinned teasingly. The intrigue was slightly disturbing, and annoying, but exciting too. Lucy gently pushed me over onto my back and ran her tongue down over my stomach. Her hair brushed my skin and her breasts swayed under her as she moved down to my erection. She turned to face me and licked her lips then closed her mouth around my throbbing member. I gasped. I blushed at Aunt Anne's eager watching. I wondered whether, like me, she was recalling how she herself had done what her friend was now doing, and whether the illicitness of it was being added to by sharing me with her friend. I sighed as I watched Lucy's mouth puckering and relaxing as she pleasured me, sucking gently then harder and teasing my slit with her tongue. I glanced at Aunt Anne's keen interest, then back at the rude working of her friend's mouth, watching my shaft disappear and partly re-emerge in a slow and lewd rhythm and accompanied by soft but rude sucking sounds. To my shock, Aunt Anne knelt on all fours close to her friend. Once more her hand cupped Lucy's modest breast and kneaded it, then scooped it up and down. She teased Lucy's nipple with her finger, and I watched the already half-taut button stiffen further. She clambered behind her and to my horror - and delight - she moved her mouth close to Lucy's. I stared at my aunt as, still playing with her friend's breast, she poked out her tongue and began to lick my balls. I half sat up and played with Lucy's other breast as I watched her and my aunt tease me with their mouths and tongues. Lucy gave a low chuckle and removed her mouth. A bead of my pre-cum still joined it to me and, staring at me, she drew the gooey string to her mouth with her fingers and licked her lips, then her fingers. Aunt Anne gazed at me, too, as she sat up and craned her neck forward to lick the remnants off Lucy's fingers herself. Aunt Anne tickled my hard balls with her long fingers. I nudged them away, sensing that I would not be able to hold back otherwise. Lucy giggled. Then it happened. It was only a matter of time. A low grunt came from the futon, and the three of us looked across. I froze. So did Aunt Anne. Only Lucy didn't. As Bill stirred and opened his eyes I had to gently push his wife's mouth away from my shrinking member. Bill gaped at the sight that confronted him. Then he gave a low chuckle and sat up. Having seen his reaction, Aunt Anne also chuckled. She swung her legs off the bed but before she walked over to where he was sitting she gave my flaccid member a few slow, firm jerks. I sensed Bill's gaze, and did not dare look at him. Lucy looked across at him and flickered her tongue across her lips provocatively, then, holding my soft member firmly in her hand, she swirled her hard tongue over my tip. She flicked her tongue lightly but swiftly against my sensitive end, and poked her tongue into my slit once more. She followed it by a few noisy sucks. I looked down at Lucy's tongue as she teased me. She looked alternately into my face and her husband's. I groaned softly and felt myself begin to harden again. Aunt Anne sat beside Bill on the futon. She swung one leg across his and bared her pussy. Her butterfly tattoo and the narrow strip of pale hair above her hood drew the eye to her half-open slit. She kissed Bill then drew his face to her little breasts. I half-watched, embarrassed yet aroused to see him kissing and sucking the orbs that I had begun to savour so recently - and illicitly. Aunt Anne looked over to me and our eyes met briefly. She raised and lowered her eyebrows and grinned. I managed a coy smile back and averted my eyes back to her body. She was cradling Bill's head to her and massaging the back of his scalp. Just as she had done to me. Bill's hand was running up and down my aunt's firm thigh that was draped over his, then his fingers began to stroke between her legs. I glanced just briefly at the slow but deliberate jerking movement of Aunt Anne's hand as she tugged on his erection. I blushed and looked down instead at his wife's cheeks as they dimpled and relaxed with her sucking on my hardness. Lucy's hand snaked between her own parted thighs and began to stroke and rub herself. Her long, silken hairs entwined her fingers as if in glad embrace. Lucy looked up into my face. Her hair fell forward around her face as if to emphasise her wantonness. "Fuck me, James! Fuck me hard like you did last night!" she hissed. She took a condom from the top of the bedside cabinet and tossed it onto the bed. Then, half to my delight and half to my horror, she knelt on her hands and knees facing across her bed towards her own husband and my Aunt Anne. The prospect of taking Lucy doggy-style facing my aunt filled me with foreboding. I tried to keep focussed instead on the sexy, mature body that was posed in invitation to me. Lucy rocked a little from side to side, causing her modest, slightly saggy breasts to sway alluringly. As I sat up to oblige her I gazed on her luxuriant brown pubes and at the smooth skin of her back, following the curve down its hollow and up again to her shapely, well-proportioned bum cheeks. I was terribly self-conscious of my erection before Aunt Anne and felt rather stupid as I tried to shuffle behind Lucy without showing it overmuch. I watched Lucy brace herself, but my embarrassment had diminished my hardness a little. Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 11 Lucy looked over her shoulder encouragingly. "Rub it against my bum if you like... I love that..." she purred. Taking her cue I rubbed myself against each of her bum cheeks, gazing at the lewd slimy trail that this created on her soft skin. Lucy's advice was very effective. I took the condom and eased it on, then Lucy she braced herself once more as I guided myself into her moist, hair-framed pussy. She began to thrust gently against me and I reached one hand forward to cup one surging breast. Aunt Anne stood up and stepped to the bed. She leaned forward over it facing Lucy and I. She looked over her shoulder to Bill. "And you, fuck ME, Bill!" she murmured. In the mirror I admired Lucy's intense stare and my Aunt's long legs and lovely bum as she stooped a little lower and placed her hands on the bed. I was shocked to see Lucy lean forward to nuzzle each of Aunt Anne's little orbs in turn, and lick her swollen, cone-like nipples. I began to thrust more rhythmically into Lucy. I saw Aunt Anne close her eyes as Bill entered her, and saw her little breast swaying too, almost just a flicking motion compared to the more abandoned swaying of Lucy's semi-flaccid B-cup ones. I stared at the naked backs and bums of the two women and listened to the sensual and gentle rhythmical slapping sounds of body against body. Still bracing herself on the bed with one hand, Aunt Anne raised the other and cupped Lucy's other breast. Our hands touched briefly and I found myself placing my hand over Aunt Anne's and kneading it against her friend's yielding flesh. I looked down at myself and watched my throbbing member half-emerge and disappear into Lucy's mature, married body, then gazed at Aunt Anne's body as it was gently but firmly rocked back and forth by Lucy's husband. He was clasping her hips as he drove into her, and Lucy was still nuzzling her little breasts. The scene was about as sordid as it could get. Or so I thought. Aunt Anne opened her eyes and looked back to Bill, then at to Lucy, and last of all to me. "I think we should swap partners," she murmured. Only Lucy seemed unshocked. It took me a moment or two to realise exactly what, she was saying, but Bill cottoned on immediately. He seemed surprised but by no means outraged. "You mean...?" he said with suppressed excitement, gesturing to himself and Lucy, then to Aunt Anne and I. Aunt Anne simply nodded. "Hell! Hell, yes!" he gasped. "I take it, you and James have already...?" She nodded again. Bill exhaled loudly. "That okay, James then?" he asked me tentatively. "I er... I guess - yes..." I stuttered. I slid off the bed, my face bright red and my eyes averted as Bill took my place behind his wife. Aunt Anne lay on her back on the bed and I lowered myself over her and eased into her. A greater wave of shame than before swept over me. As if having sex with my own aunt was not bad enough, I was now doing so in front of others, and just moments ago another man had been inside her. But, as before, the more shock and shame I felt, the more aroused I became. I knew that I wouldn't last long now, and lowered my head to Aunt Anne's little left breast as I increased my pace. I felt her thighs clasp my waist, and her arms embraced me, then, as I sucked on her gorgeous small breast I felt Lucy's hair brush my face. She began to kiss and suck Aunt Anne's other orb as her husband pumped harder and faster into her. I confess that I came very quickly, and Aunt Anne just moments after. I saw Bill's hand rubbing between his wife's legs, and Lucy too soon reached her climax. A few moments later Bill withdrew and, to my surprise her emptied himself over her bum cheeks. It was very sordid, and I was left with the impression that this was a regular thing for this husband and wife, and not just done for effect. I'd seen it in porn but never imagined seemingly respectable couples doing it for real. I felt like a tawdry voyeur, yet one who had been invited. After a few moments of looking around at each other I mumbled that I needed the bathroom and left them all. I showered, dressed, and went downstairs. The excitement had been lewd and intense but I didn't really know how to act afterwards. Caroline and Jack were already in the kitchen, and I blushed as I greeted them. Nothing in their behaviour led me to believe, though, that they suspected anything untoward between Aunt Anne and myself. It felt gratifying to feel that it was still a secret to which only Bill and Lucy were privy, and it was awful and yet exhilarating to think that, despite my relative youth, I had probably outdone Jack and Caroline's hedonism, at least in its degree if not frequency. As on the previous occasion, breakfast time was a somewhat surreal experience as we all made idle conversation before saying our goodbyes and heading home. *************** POSTSCRIPT A few months later, Aunt Anne moved away with her work, and although I visited her and slept with her on three further occasions, the distance from her swinging friends was too great for a further visit there. And just over a year later Aunt Anne met a guy with whom she ended up moving in. Maybe it was all just as well. To be honest, though, my penchant for older women remained with me, despite a number of relationships with girls my own age. After one of these broke down I found myself toying with the idea of an on-line adult dating site. I hesitated but decided to give it a try. To cut a long story short I searched a number of profiles and found three ladies in their forties who were tallish, slim and petite. Two were blonde, one was a brunette, named Sally. She didn't look particularly like Aunt Anne facially either. But we seemed to hit it off well by e-mail, and after exchanging a few tentative messages we spoke on the telephone. She had already been up-front about wanting a no-strings fun relationship. I was delighted to hear her say that she quite enjoyed role play. "I could be your professor, your mother, your boss or your secretary," Sally said, with a slightly nervous giggle. I tried to sound calm and collected, scarcely able to believe my luck. I wondered whether to risk it or not, but decided to. "That.. that sounds great. Mother... secretary... boss... or aunt?" I asked. She gave another giggle. "You bad lad!" she chuckled. "Yes... I could even be your aunt if you wanted. But I'd like to be some of those other things as well. Is that okay?" I assured her it was, and we arranged to meet. But that is another story. Aunt Annie's Anal Antics (youthful aunt introduces nephew to anal pleasures) (nephew drops in for a pleasant chat with his favorite aunt and finds that she is wanting a deeper and more penetrating encounter) * My mom had two sisters, but it was my dad's only sister, Annie, who was far and away my favorite aunt. My dad was the oldest of seven siblings and Annie was the youngest. She was six years old when I was born. My parents named me Timothy Jack in honor of my two grandfathers; it was little Annie who dubbed me TJ; it stuck. Growing up in the house with six older brothers it was destined that Annie would be a raging tomboy. When I was a youngster it was Annie who taught me to ride a bike, skate, fly a kite, and climb a tree, fish, whistle. and curse. As a teenager she took on the challenge of teaching me to drive. She always treated me more like a little brother than a nephew. Even as a young adult she never seemed to grow weary of having me hanging around. When I was going through puberty I had a tremendous crush on my young attractive aunt. Annie had attended law school in New York and at the age of twenty-nine, after marriage to a college classmate, that had failed after three years, she returned home to join my dad and two other brothers in the family law practice. I was twenty-three and completing my first year of law school at the state university which was located a couple of hundred miles from my hometown. When I visited Annie during my time home on breaks, I was pleased to learn that absence from each other had not dampened our close relationship. It was not unusual for me to drop by her townhouse uninvited and unannounced. She had not started dating again since her divorce, and although I went out occasionally, most of my time was devoted to my studies. When I visited, we would talk about the study and practice of law; we might have a couple of beers or a margarita;sometimes we would go out to eat or to a movie. We truly enjoyed each others company. When I dropped by to see her late last Saturday evening, Annie came to the door wearing a long button-up shirt and a pair of panties. I figured the shirt must have belonged to her ex. I noticed that the top two buttons were unfastened and that she was not wearing a bra. I saw in an instant that she had been drinking much more than what would be normal for her. She wasn't exactly plastered, but she was well on her way. She gave me a hug, a peck on the cheek and said, "Hey, come on in TJ, I was just having my own private party, enjoying a few margaritas, I just blended a fresh batch. You can party with me." In an excited voice I said, "Sounds fantastic!" After pouring the drinks she said, "Let's go into the den where we can get comfortable." I said, "Comfortable is always good" and followed her through the house. We sat next to each other on a large fluffy sofa. Annie tucked her feet up under her butt and I stretched my legs out and rested my legs on the coffee table, taking care not to knock over the drinks. With her speech just a bit slurred she said, "So, TJ fill me in on how things are going with you." I said, "Just enjoying my time away from the books and classes." She responded, "Yeah, I remember how hectic it was. There was a hell of a lot of pressure with the continuous reading, lectures, writing papers, and of course the exams. I thought the three years of law school would never end. I'm sure you feel the same way." I said, "My first year seemed like forever, but, like you and dad, I do enjoy the study of law." Our conversation shifted to family and friends. We told old stories about growing up and had a good laugh about some of the things we had done as children. She had to notice that my gaze would often be fixed on her bare breast peeking out from underneath her shirt instead of on her eyes. I was hoping she was not paying attention to the bulge that was growing inside my pants. She stood up on slightly wobbly legs and said, "Let's have another round." I said, "Yeah let's, but I'll fix them this time." She said, "No, no, you stay right here, and relax, I'll get them." I asked, "How many have you already had?" She answered, "I think this is number four, but whose counting?' "Not me!" I shouted after her. When Annie returned with the drinks, I saw that the third button on her shirt had been unfastened and that her nipples were hard and erect. As she sat there next to me she would casually place her hand inside of her shirt and rub on a nipple for a few seconds. I kept thinking that the increasingly growing bulge in my pants had to be obvious to her. I was taken by suprise when she asked, "TJ, are you getting any?" I repeated her question back to her, "getting any?" "Pussy, you know, pussy TJ?" I felt a flash of heat rush into my face and knew I had to be blushing blood red. I responded, "Well, not in a while. Nope, hadn't had any pussy lately." She asked, "But you do like pussy, right? You're not a virgin? You have had pussy before?" My initial embarrassment when she had turned the conversation to sex was quickly diminishing. Considering the state of her undress and the explicit questions about sex, I knew this was leading somewhere, and I was very willing to follow wherever it was going. I said, "Well, I can't say that I have a great deal of experience, but yeah I've had some pussy, and yeah I definetly like pussy. Fact is, I'm crazy about pussy" She responded, "That's great TJ. I thought so. You didn't mind me asking did you?" In an attempt at humor, I said, "No, not at all counselor. You can ask this witness anything. Just don't require me to take an oath on any answer I give." My attempt worked because she started laughing and spilt some of her drink down the open front of her shirt. She placed her hand inside her shirt and rubbed the liquid into her tits as if it were a lotion. She said, "That was funny. I had forgotten about your sarcastic sense of humor. I like it TJ. Turns me on!" Where I had been slowly sipping on my drink I found that I was now gulping. I went into the kitchen and fixed a third drink for myself and her fifth. I sure as hell wasn't counting. When I returned and handed the drink to her, I took my place beside her on the sofa, intentionally moving closer this time. She said, "I don't have to ask if you like tits TJ, since you haven't been able to take your eyes off of mine, and I can tell by the huge lump in your pants that they're doing something for you." When I didn't respond she once again placed her hand inside of her shirt and massaged one of her hard nipples. I agreed, "They are nice and you rubbing on them the way you are is playing a big part in causing my bulge to get bigger and harder." She said, "Yeah, I know!" She continued with her questios, "Let me ask you this TJ; are you anal? I again answered her question with a question, "Am I anal?" "Ass TJ," she said, as she reached down and gave herself a hard slap on the cheek of her ass. "Are you into ass?' I said, "Yeah, I'm always checking out women's asses. Don't most guys do that? It's pretty standard stuff, isn't it?" "That's not what I meant," she replied. Are you into putting your dick in a woman's ass? You know, ass fucking TJ?" Before answering, I drained my third margarita and Annie, who had not touched the one I had brought her, slid it across the coffee table toward me. "I said, "I've never given it any thought Annie, but I'm sure that I will think of it from now on when I'm checking out a nice firm ass." She laughed and said, "After tonight, I bet you will!" She said, "You know Larry and I had a lot of problems in our marriage but sex was not one of them. "My ex was a real ass man. We never once had sex that he did not finish by fucking me in my ass. That's where he wanted his dick to be when he would shoot his load." She continued, "Don't get me wrong TJ, he loved pussy and he knew what to do to get me hot and ready. He was a great kisser! He would put his wet tongue into my ear and drive me up the fucking wall; suck and bite on my nipples; suck my clit and tongue my pussy. I would cum two or three times before he was ready to get into my ass. The best and hardest orgasm I could have is when he unloaded deep into my ass. I thought the top of my head was going to explode. My ass muscles would squeeze every drop of cum out of him. I loved it TJ; loved it." She continued, "When he first asked me to lick and tongue his ass I told him that he was nuts. I told him he could smell, lick and tongue my ass all he wanted, but I was not going to do that to him. He was persittent and determined. he kept encouraging me and one night when I had had a few too many margaritas, just like I have tonight TJ, I said to myself, what the fuck, and told him to get on his hands and knees. I begin licking and tonguing his ass. The smell and taste and the pleasure he was experiencing was a huge turn on for me. I would jerk on his cock while eating his ass and when I felt him about to explode I would take his dick in my mouth and let him shoot his cum down my throat. It was great TJ. I would cum just having him shoot off in my mouth. Wasn't long before I became as much into his ass as he was into mine. I would strap on dildos and fuck his ass; use butt plugs, ass beads and vibrators on him. It was immense sexual pleasure for him and for me. He was a total jerk, but I really miss that part of our marriage TJ. My ass really misses it." Annie slowly unfastened the final two buttons on her shirt and let it fall from her shoulders onto the sofa. She moved close to me and offered her breast for me to massage and suck. We kissed and she ran her tongue round and round in my mouth. I responded by sliding my tongue in and out of hers. Our tongues flicked together and she sucked and bit down on the tip of mine. She pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it onto the floor and began kissing my nipples and belly, all the while rubbing on my throbbing hard cock. I rubbed my hand between her legs and felt the wetness from her soaked panties. I slipped a finger into her steaming hot pussy and massaged it. When I pulled my finger out it was dripping wet; she took my hand and sucked the creamy juices off of my finger. She slipped her panties off and mounted my lap, facing me. She took her soaking wet panties and began rubbing them all over my face. She demanded, "Smell my pussy and my ass in my panties TJ. Suck the juices out of them." She said, "Taste and smell are big part of sex you know?" I moaned a "Yes I know" in response, as I sucked on her panties and breathed in the smell of her. She rubbed her fingers through the crack of her ass and placed them under my nose, "Smell my ass TJ." She demanded. She stuck her fingers into my mouth and said, "Taste my ass TJ. Do you like that? Doesn't the smell and taste of my ass make your dick harder? You want to fuck me don't you TJ? I groaned an "Oh my God, Yes! Let me fuck you now." She gave me a soft gentle kiss and smiled. She said, "I think you just might prove to be a true master ass man TJ." I reached behind her shoving a finger into her ass and said, "I think you could be right about that." I placed my finger into her mouth and felt her begin to suck. She took my hand and placed it under her nose and took in a deep breath. Breathing heavily she said, "You're making me want to get into your ass TJ." Annie unfastened my belt; pulled my pants off and threw them across the room. She took a couple of pieces of ice from a glass put them into her mouth and then put her mouth around the head of my dick. The ice quickly deadened the nerve endings as Annie continued to suck and move up and down on the shaft of my cock. She released her mouths grip on my dick, stood up and said, "Come give me a hand with something TJ." I followed her into her bedroom. She flipped on the light and opened the doors to a walk in closet. She pulled a large box from the corner that had a shipping label on the side and was tightly sealed with heavy tape. Annie took a pair of scissors from a shelf and handed them to me, indicating that she wanted me to open the box. I lifted the box and placed it on Annie's king sized bed, cut through the tape and opened the lid. While I was working with the box she went to the bathroom and brought back a package of alcohol wipes. She returned to the closed and came back with a bed sheet which she spread out on the carpet. She smiled at me and said, "Like a good lawyer a good lover is always prepared TJ. I'm a damn good lawyer, but you will find out that I'm a much better lover." She moved the box on the floor, took a seat on the sheet and motioned for me to join her. She said, "Were going to need all the room on the bed in a few minutes." The box was crammed full of new, unwrapped sex toys. She took the scissors from me and began to remove the toys from their packaging. She handed me the box of alcohol wipes and instructed me to sterilize each toy. As I wiped the toys I examined them one-by-one. There were an assortment of butt plugs, butt beads, wands, vibrating-thrusting rabbits, strap-on dildos, cock-rings, leather handcuffs and ankle bracelets, and an assortment of flavored lubricants. Annie had a satisfied look on her face as she leaned over to kiss me and stroked my cock. She bent her head down, smelled and then licked on the head of my dick. She selected several toys, placed them on her bed, flicked off the lights, reached down, took my hand pulling me onto the bed and lay down beside me. We kissed passionately and gave each other tongue as I squeezed and rolled both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I moved down to lick and suck on her neck, then her nipples. She moaned and said, "You want to eat my pussy TJ?" Biting down hard on her nipple, I grunted, "Oh yes. I'm going to eat your pussy" She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me placing her pussy above my face. I stuck my tongue into her pussy, moving it slowly in and out. She started pushing her pussy against my face trying to get as much of my tongue inside her as possible. She handed me a four inch long vibrator and told me to shove it up her ass. When I gave it a hard push she began to moan and to push against the vibrator. She was yelling, "harder TJ, pump it faster! Suck on my clit, suck harder TJ, harder, harder!" I was sucking her clit and pumping the dildo into her ass trying to match her rhythm of pushing against my face and the vibrator. As she let out a deep groaning sound, I felt her body begin to shake violently; her legs were quivering and squeezing against the sides of my face. She yelled out, "Oh shit I'm cuming hard TJ. Keep sucking me!" When I felt her body begin to relax, I licked on her clit and gave it a final few gentle sucks and slid the vibrator from her ass. She collapsed onto the bed beside me. My face was flooded with her creamy pussy juices, they were running into my mouth, nostrils, ears, and streaming down my neck. She turned on her side, kissed me, and started licking and swallowing the creamy fluid from my face and neck. She said, "Oh my God baby what an explosive orgasm! That was amazing, wonderful!" She said, "Now it's my turn to do you big guy. "On your back again." She picked up the leather handcuffs and placed them around my wrist, stretched my arms above my head and secured them to the headboard. The leg bracelets went around my ankles and she pushed my legs up toward my head and used a leather strap to tie the bracelets to the headboard. She shoved a pillow under my hips so that I was staring down at the head of my swollen-throbbing cock. With my head elevated by two pillows and my ass sticking into the air I watched as Annie began licking on the shaft of my cock and sucking on its' head. I was moaning with pleasure as she shifted her attention to my balls, continuing her sucking action. She used her thumbs to spread open my ass and put her nose into my crack. She began sliding it in and out fucking my ass with her nose. She was licked my ass and shoved her tongue in and out. As she licked and tongued my ass my cock was getting even harder, if that was possible. The sensation she was giving me was mind blowing. I watched as she wiggled into a strap on dildo and grabbed a small bottle of lubricant squirting a generous amount of the slick liquid into the crack of my ass. She asked, "Never had a dick in your ass, right baby?" I told her, "Definite4ly no, I'm sure I would remember something like that." "No dildos or other anal toys," she asked. "Nope none of those either," I responded. She slapped the cheek of my ass and said, "I get to have the honor to be the one to fuck my nephews' virgin ass. How awesome is that?!" I smiled at her and said, "You will be gentle with me Annie." She giggled and said, "You don't want gentle honey, believe me you don't." I said, "I'm in no position to argue the point counselor." She responded, "Right, you're not are you." She placed the head of the dildo into the opening of my ass and said, "A little pain at first baby and then nothing but pure pleasure." She began to push the dildo into my ass; she was right abut the pain and I shouted, "Oh hell no, it's way too damn big." She ignored me and continued to push the dildo into my ass. She said, "Take deep breaths baby, it's nearly there." I did as I was told taking in deep breaths; suddenly the pain I had been experiencing was gone and all I felt was sensations of pleasure steaming through my entire body. With each in-and-out thrust the dildo was rubbing against a spot deep in my ass that made me yell out with pleasure. I kept repeating, "Fuck me harder Annie. Fuck my ass deep baby." She sensed when I was close to ejaculating and stopped the action. She would rub on my thighs and say, "Easy honey, take it slow and easy." Then she would start pumping the dildo into my ass while she furiously stroked the shaft of my cock. After repeating the process of starting and stopping several times, she pulled the dildo from my ass. I yelled at her, "Hell no, I want to shoot off, let me shoot off." She paid no attention to my pleading; picking up a strand of butt beads she began to feed them one-by-one into my ass. The beads were hitting the same spot as the dildo and I moaned with pleasure as each bead bumped over the hot spot. I watched as she grabbed a rabbit vibrator and shoved it into her pussy. She took a firm grip on the shaft of my cock and began stroking as her mouth encircled its head. She used one hand on me and the other to push the thrusting vibrator into her pussy. Her sucking and stroking on my cock became more vigorous to match the pumping of the vibrator into her pussy. I felt Annie's body begin to tremble and she yelled out, "Cum with me baby. Cum with me! Shoot your hot cum into my mouth." She reached down and began to pull the beads slowly out of my ass and I felt something like an electrical shock wave move through my entire body causing me to shake violently. My dick began to jerk as I squirted her mouth full of hot cum. We were both moaning with the pleasure of our release as I watched her swallow the thick creamy liquid, licking my cock dry. She unfastened the restraints on my wrist and ankles and left them dangling from the headboard. After we caught our breaths, I pulled Annie on top of me and we lay there in each others arms kissing tenderly. It was several minutes before a word was exchanged between us. I broke the silence by asking, "Well Annie, am I now officially an ass man?" She responded, "Not just yet TJ. Just one more activity and I will give you your ass man certification." I knew that she wanted me to fuck her ass; to give her that massive explosive orgasm that she had described earlier in the evening. Aunt Annie's Anal Antics She said, "Let's get a shower TJ, and I'll fix us a sandwich." We kissed and fondled each other while taking a hot shower. She stepped out first, wrapped a towel around herself and headed for the kitchen. I stayed in the shower a few more minutes, dried off, left the towel on the floor and joined Annie in the kitchen. She had prepared two ham sandwiches and poured a glass of milk for each of us. She was already seated at the table. I sat beside her and we chatted about movies we had seen recently, our old high school sports teams, about my plans after I graduated law school. We polished off the sandwiches and milk and she stood up, the towel which had been loosely wrapped around her fell to the floor. She stood in front of me and bent over with her hands on the cheeks of her ass. She spread her asshole and said, "Well let's go get you certified TJ." I gave her ass a quick lick; she took my hand and we headed back to her bedroom. I felt my semi-limp dick begin to jerk and knew that it would be ready for more action within a few minutes. She got up on all fours in the middle of the bed and I crawled up behind her. I picked up a bottle of lubricant and she said, "No, just use your mouth to get my ass wet. I like for there to be some resistance when you start pushing your cock into my asshole. Like I told you, a little pain leads to a whole fucking lot of pleasure." I began licking and tonguing her ass and felt my dick responding; regaining a full erection. Annie was rubbing on her clit and fingering her pussy. She said, "Now, big guy, I'm ready for you to get dep in my tight ass." I placed the head of my dick against the opening of her ass and began to gently push. Her muscles gave some resistance to my penetration but not as much as I had expected. She gave out a moan and flattened herself onto the bed; her ass tightening and squeezing on my cock. She was continuing to rub and finger her pussy as I reached under her and began to roll her nipples. I was furiously pumping my dick into her ass and she was meeting my every stroke. She said, "Oh baby, you're so deep in my ass, your dick feels so good. Fuck my ass hard baby. Get it as deep as you can. Make my ass cum hard." She took her fingers from her pussy and reaching over her shoulders placed them into my mouth. I began sucking the juices from her fingers. I ran my fingers through the crack of my ass and placed them under her nose. She began to breathe my smell into her nostrils and then started sucking on my fingers. She was yelling out, "harder baby harder. go deep baby, deeper" She removed her fingers from my mouth and returned them to her clit; rubbing and pounding her ass against my swollen cock. I knew that I would lose my load shortly so I began to slap her hard on the cheeks of her ass. Now I was the one yelling, "cum with me Annie! Cum with me! Squeeze my dick." As I started shooting my load deep into her ass, I felt her ass squeezing and tighteningaround my dick; as her body begin to twitch and shake violently. She was moaning and yelling, "Oh shit, Oh shit! Here it is baby, get ready! Here it comes! My cock was jerking and shooting off in her ass and she kept pushing against me. When I gave her my last push and squirt of cum, I felt a shiver go pass through her body as she relaxed under me. I lay there on top of her with my dick still planted in her ass as we both panted for breathe. When my dick slipped out of her ass I rolled over onto the bed beside her. She moved down on the bed and began to suck and lick the cum from my dick. She moved back up beside me and we kissed passionately and tongued each others mouths. She smiled at me and said, "That was fucking awesome! I can't believe that you have never fucked a woman's ass. Come on shoot straight with me TJ." I replied, "Nope, that was a first, but you're a great teacher and I am a quick learner. That was amazing!" She said, "What a great smell is all over us, dick, pussy, ass, and cum! And the taste of your delicious cum in my mouth, Oh, my God it's great!" Annie clicked on the bedside lamp and walked into the closet. She came back to the bed carrying a framed official looking document. She sat down beside me on the bed, positioning the documentwhere we could both see it. Printed in bold letters across the top of the document was the title: INTERNATIONAL ASS FUCKERS SOCIETY and on the next line in slightly smaller letters, CERTIGICATE OF MEMBERSHIP. Annie cleared her throat and in a solemn and official voice read: "By the power vested in me by the IAFS, I herby certify that TJ has demonstrated a level of performance in Ass Fucking that exceeds all of the required standards for certification as a Master Ass Fucker." Annie had signed the document as the IAFS Certifying Agent. This notice appeared at the bottom of the document: IMPORTANT NOTICE: Failure to demonstrate to the satisfaction of your certifying agent, through your performance no less than once per week, your continued mastery of ass fucking will result in revocation of your certificate and termination of your IAFS membership. I said, "Just to make sure I stay in good form, I think that should be twice a week." She said, "You could be right TJ. We should plan on twice a week." She handed me the framed certificate and said, "Congratulations TJ, now you're an official Master Ass Man." I responded, "I am humbled and honored to accept this certification and want to express my loving gratitude to my Aunt Annie, without whom this achievement would not have been possible." Annie and I lay there next to each other laughing uncontrollably. She said, "You get some rest TJ, because in the morning I want to see if you can do for my pussy the same things you have done for my ass tonight." I replied, "Early morning Annie." She said, "Crack of dawn baby." I said, "How about at the crack of Annie?" She laughed and said, "Cute TJ, I told you that turns me on. At the crack of Annie will be even better." After a brief silence, I said, "Tell me, do you open the door dressed in your panties and an unbuttoned shirt, exposing your beautiful tits to just anyone?" She giggled and answered, "I hate to destroy your little fantasy, but in fact I don't. I looked through the peep hole in the door and when I saw it was you I took off my jeans and tossed them into the hall closet. I started to take off my panties too but I wanted to tease and tantalize you a little bit. This is something I have thought about for quite a while TJ." I simply said, "Oh, I see!" I gave Annie, my favorite aunt, a tender kiss; wrapped my arms around her and lay there listening to her breathe. Aunt Audrey I had just turned 18, and driving around with my girlfriend, looking for something to do. I had a idea to visit Aunt Audrey in Berrington. Actually Aunt Aud was my Mom's best friend, she had recently bought a house out there and it had a great pool. We arrived at the house and as usual I entered without knocking. I called out but there was no answer. I left Diane at the door and went exploring calling to my Aunt as I went. I got halfway down the hall when I heard her call out "who's there". I let her know it was me and Diane. She called me to her room we exchanged family type hugs. She was glad to see me and asked what brought me way out to the boonies. I told her that if it was alright with her I and Di wanted to stir the water in the pool. She said with her usual good nature her pool was my pool, any time I wanted I was welcome and to bring my friends. People say things like that all the time hoping you wont take them up on it, but coming from her it was a genuine invite! I asked if she would join us , but she was lying down because of a headache, "maybe later". I returned to the living room Di was standing at the picture window looking out at the pool. She asked why it was built so far from the house. I had no answer for her. It was built 50 or 60 feet from the house, I'd have to ask Aud when she got up from her nap. Di and I made our way to the pool her in bra and panties me in my underwear. Let me stop here and tell you about Diane and my relationship. We professed love for one another but our love of SEX was glue! We had what I call a healthy relationship we sucked and fucked forty-five minutes out of every hour we spent together normal for 18year olds. We got to the pool before we started fooling around (just barely). My shorts were pulled off me with my first dive into the pool. I got to her and pulled her clothes off her. Her protests weak about getting caught. We swam and fondled each other for a while, when she pulled herself out of the pool and sat on the edge. I don't know for sure but I think she planed for the pool depth where she sat and my face to be level with her pussy. I was madly in love with her cunt, I kissed it every chance I got. I swam right in delighted with the chlorine flavored pussy! It wasn't long before my favorite flavor beat the chlorine down. Diane was one of those women who came with a flood of juice from deep inside I learned early to love the taste of pussy and hers was Great! She fell back spent from her climax. I tried to pull myself out of the pool. It was funny, but also very painful when my hard on caught on the edge of the pool and almost broke off. I was laughing so hard I almost drowned and Di couldn't help because she also was doubled over in laughter. When we calmed she invited me to use the steps at the shallow end. She greeted me with a kiss on the cock and a through inspection to make sure no harm had come to her dick. She called it hers {when hard} like I said horny girl. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft stopping only to suck each ball into her warm mouth. I was still standing on the pool steps she was sitting on the edge of the pool again. She was stroking my cock with her hand sucking more of me into her mouth with each stroke. My knees were getting weak and I told her so. I stepped out of the pool and lie down on my back. She hardly took a breath before she engulfed me again. She always gave best head but today's was better!!! She climbed on my prone body her pussy was soaking, my cock slid easily to the hilt she ground her onto my dick with a fervor. I was about to cum, my breathing and return humping gave me away. Diane jumped off me at the last second grabbing my cock with her hand pumping the cum out shooting into her open mouth and all over her face. She wiped her face and licked the cum from each finger. She made it look so good I wanted some myself but she wasn't sharing. We swam and sunned and kissed and fucked again, we were starting to burn, our after-noon had to end. We went back into the house dried and dressed. I tiptoed to the bedroom to see if Aunt Audrey needed anything. She was laying there with her arm over her face. I sat on the edge of the bed , asked if she was OK. She smiled up at me and said she was feeling much better. We hugged, something about her hug was different it lasted longer and she held me tighter. Well she wasn't feeling well, was she? We said goodbye, I wished her well and we left. My mother came to my room a couple nights latter and asked about my visit to Aunt Audrey's. She said Audrey called they had a nice chat. Audrey needed some help around the house. She asked if I would be willing to help over the week-end I could stay over Fri. if I wanted. Well the prospect of spending the weekend in the boonies wasn't all that attractive. I usually got laid 10 or 12 times over the week-end, I wasn't looking forward to missing that. I had mixed emotions, but I ended up doing the right thing and said I would help. After all it was a big house and I could masturbate when the NEED arose. (I was 18 - NEED is the proper word) In packed an overnight bag and Aunt Audrey picked me up after school on Fri. When we got to the house Audrey made dinner and we talked about what needed to be done the next day. I went to my room showered and put on my P. J. bottoms. I joined Audrey in the den. She was curled up on the couch with her knees under her. Audrey was 42 at the time an OLD woman to a 18 year old. Even though something about her that night was turning me on (18dirt turned me on). Maybe I realized I had no pussy and she did. Anyway I started fantasizing my cock grew hard tenting out my PJ's. I did my best to angle away from her to hid my excitement. Just than she got up and asked if I wanted a soda or some ice-cream. I said OK to the soda. As she passed in front of the TV I was able to look right through her nightgown, it was a knee length T shirt but made from a thinner material. It was evident she had no bra on and her nipples were hard and must have been an inch long. The site didn't help with my penis problem. I was trying to arrange my dick when I looked up, she was standing in the doorway watching. She smiled and asked if she could be any help. I was so embarrassed I could have crawled under the couch. She noticed my discomfort and sat next to me, she set down the sodas. She put her hand on mine and pushed it down onto my hard-on, as she tried to ease my nervousness, she was making it worse. She asked what I was thinking about that made me hard. I could barely speak she was rubbing my hand in turn rubbing my dick. I managed to get out I got excited when I saw her pass in front of the TV and I could see her breasts through her shirt. She said she felt flattered a woman her age could turn on a young man like that, but now she felt responsible. She asked if it would be alright with me if she relieved the pressure under my hand. As she was talking I was melting, she picked my hand off my dick and unsnapped the three snaps holding my hardness back. She bent her head I think I came when she breathed on me, more embarrassment! That didn't stop her she bent to the task, gulped down that load, and engulfed my cock to my balls. She had a truly sensuous mouth, I felt my cock hardening within moments. She had certainly done this before!!!! I never would have guessed what a sexy woman my Aunt Audrey was. I grew up with her daughter Gale she was a few years older than me we had done a little Dr. Nrs. Now here was her mother giving me the best head ever. As she sucked me I pulled her shirt up her back so I could touch her skin. I ran my hand down her spine to the crack of her ass. I realized she wore no panties. She got up to her knees and pulled her shirt off. I was right about her tits her nipples stood like little penises. They screamed to be sucked, I needed to suck them. She had a very hairy pussy I could smell that it to needed some attention. It dawned on me this was gonna be a good week-end, if this was a sign of things to cum. She stood in front of me. And for the first time in my life I saw my Moms friend for the woman she was. It was a great transformation from Aunt to Temptress! She held out her hand I took it and stood my PJ's dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. She led me to her bedroom, and she lay down. She looked up at me and told me to lick her like I did my girl friend last week I must have looked shocked cause she said she would explain latter but NOW she needed to feel my tongue on her. I snapped out of my trance and knelt over her on the bed. I bent to her tits but she pushed me right to her pussy. I understood because I had the same need a short time ago!! She NEEDED to CUM!!!! I've never seen a clitoris stand up like hers. Like her tits it stood and demanded attention I bent to the job and started licking and sucking like it was her cock and I would be rewarded with a mouthful of cum. I wasn't far from wrong because she arched her hips and moaned and shook, and cried and laughed , and came and came and came!!!! She pulled me up to her and pulled my cock into her. We fucked slowly and deliberate as we moved she told of how wonderful it felt. I had to agree her cunt was soft and silken. Our union reached crescendo half hour later pounding 'sweating and moaning, we came in unison. We rested a short time and I asked about how she knew about Diane and I. She told me she had gotten up for an aspirin and looked to the pool. She couldn't see very well so she got her movie camera with the zoom lens and filmed the whole afternoons fun! She admitted the ruse to get me out the house. Because she needed to feel what she had been masturbating to all week. As she told the story my cock was getting hard once again. She said she would like to spend the weekend right here in bed. As she said this she kissed her way to my cock and took me in her mouth. She moved to the bottom of the bed and pushed my legs up, she moved between my legs my legs hooked on her shoulders. She sucked and licked my balls, pushing my legs higher she forced her tongue into my ass!!! That was never done to me before, and I want you to know it felt wonderful, I relaxed and tried to get her deeper. As she reamed me she reached around and stroked my cock. I came and my ass almost snapped her tongue off. She licked and sucked me with a passion that to this day many years and women later I'm still looking for that feeling. I guess you can only be a virgin once (-: This was not the end of the weekend. We sucked and fucked each other DRY and RAW. We watched the home movie of Di and I. Audrey and I agree Diane looked as if she knew we were being watched. We were going to find out next week I was to invite Diane out for a swim. Aud and I were going to set her up with the camera, to see if she performs again. And maybe invite her into the big bed. I could hardly wait!!! Please let me know if you like my story, or if you don't. * * * * * Next: Menage at Audrey's... Aunt Barbara is a Slut Ch. 01 My name is Jay. I’m 37 years old, married to my childhood sweetheart Lauren. We live in a small town in Virginia. I have always been infatuated with Lauren’s aunt, Barbara. Lauren, her mother Sue and Sue’s sister Barbara all favor each other very much. Same facial shape, hair color, eyes, etc. Sue has been kind of middle aged dumpy for as long as I can remember. Lauren used to have a great body- nice tits, well rounded ass, but twenty years and a couple of kids have taken their toll. She hasn’t let herself completely go, but that fine ass has become a big butt, and her breasts are no longer pert and perky. Barbara, on the other hand, looks as good as she did 20 years ago. She never had kids, works out regularly, and has always had a certain sexy and sophisticated personality. Her ass has always been her greatest feature, and it is still round, firm, and enticing. She lives in Atlanta, and is just more glamorous than the women I’m used to around here. Even though Barbara is in her mid-fifties, she is by far the hottest of the three. She is sexy in a subtle and indirect way. She has never given me any come-ons or suggestive behavior, but I still fantasized about her being a hot sexual being. Barbara and her husband Ron came to visit us recently. Lauren’s parents, Sue and Jake, were visiting also, so we had a full house. For a couple of days I watched Barbara sashay around the house, usually wearing shorts and tank tops. She always had on sexy bras, colorful, and lacy. It seems like there was always a red bra strap visible, or a full look at her bra encased tits when she leaned over. One pair of shorts had extra wide leg openings, and as she sat I could see purple panties that looked like they matched her bra. I have always been turned on by sexy lingerie, but Lauren has taken to wearing plain cotton bras and panties. The peeks at Barbara’s sexy things were tantalizing, and kept me semi-hard. On Wednesday night of their visit, I was walking past Barbara and Ron’s guest bedroom on my way to bed. I could distinctly hear noise through the door that sounded like the slurping sound of cock sucking. I stood at the door listening. I heard a low moan and the sound of bedsprings, then silence. Moments later, I could hear someone get up from the bed and turn out the light. I hurried into our master bath and took out my cock and began to stroke it. I visualized Barbara sucking Ron’s cock, and in my mind replaced his cock with mine in her mouth. Stimulated by what I had heard and my fantasy, I quickly came, shooting into the toilet. I quickly dressed for bed and slipped in beside an already sleeping Lauren. I tossed and turned for a while, thinking of Barbara and her hot underwear and what I thought I heard of her sucking cock. I decided I had to get into her sexy under things, and maybe even get to jerk off on her bra or panties. My chance came the next day. The kids had a soccer game in the evening that every one was going to, except Barbara. She was going to visit a friend about 50 miles away, and would be back in time to join us for dinner about 7:30. I arranged to get back home from a hard day of sales calls right at 6:00 as everybody else was leaving for the soccer game. I begged off joining them, saying that I was exhausted and need to shower and rest before dinner. The kids were disappointed, but I had my opportunity! As soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, I bounded upstairs to the guest bedroom. I was tingling with excitement and my cock was stirring as I opened the door. It didn’t take long to find what I was looking for; right on the bed was the matching black bra and panties Barbara had worn earlier in the day. The panties were full cut briefs, but soft nylon and lace trimmed. I picked up the panties, and put the cotton gusset to my nose. I sucked in a breath as the sweet pussy smell of Barbara hit my nostrils. It was all that I had imagined. Looking around the room, I saw her open suitcase. I quickly rifled through it, checking out several pairs of panties and half a dozen bras. She seemed to have a different bra for each day, and all were sexy. I quickly pulled off my pants, and selected a pair of plain white panties to put on. I figured if I came in them, it wouldn’t show like it would on the black ones. As turned back toward the bed, I glimpsed a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. Visible near the top were the purple panties I had caught a peek at yesterday! I grabbed them and put them to my face. There was the same sweet pussy smell, fainter than on the black one worn today, but still intoxicating. I quickly pulled the purple panties on, and rubbed my cock through the silky feeling nylon. I loved the feel of the nylon, and quickly became rock hard. I laid down on the bed, pulling the black panties to my face, and clutching her bra in my left hand. I slid my right hand into the panties and began to jerk my cock. I quickly became lost in my fantasy of Aunt Barbara sucking me off, as I had heard her suck Ron last night. It seemed that the more excited I got, the stronger the smell from the crotch of her panties pressed to my nose. I closed my eyes and jerked myself faster. I could feel a great orgasm welling up in my balls. I had to decide whether to cum with my cock still encased in her panties or pull my cock out, but I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. Just as I was ready to come, I heard a sound from the doorway. I half opened my eyes and was stunned to see Barbara standing there. “Oh my God” I gasped, but at that instant I started to cum. There was no stopping it, and my cock squirted out at least seven huge gobs of cum in what on one level seemed to be second, but at another level seemed to last minutes. My cum squirted through and thoroughly soaked the front of her panties and left my cock and balls a sticky mess inside the panties. After I finished cumming, the room was suddenly deathly quiet. I could hear my own heartbeat and breathing, and I swear I could hear Barbara’s as well. I had shut my eyes tight after seeing her, and before I even opened them I said “Oh my God, Barbara I am so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to do this”. There was no answer from her, so I slowly opened my eyes, to see if she was even still there. She was still in the doorway, leaning against the door, and I could see that she was rubbing her crotch through her dress. My eyes met hers, and they locked into each other. She had a glazed, lusty look, and I could see that she was breathing heavily. It seemed like an eternity before she spoke. “Oh Jay, watching you made me so hot, you’ve got to help me get off” Barbara half spoke, half moaned. “I’m so horny, I’ve got to come”. As she spoke, she was already taking off her dress. She was left in a full slip, pale blue, with a lacy bodice and 4 inches of lace at the hem. It was obviously an older slip, as I knew enough about lingerie to know that they don’t make them like that anymore. She was incredibly sexy in it, and although I had just come, I could feel my cock stirring at the sight. As I was drinking in the sexy sight of Barbara in her slip, she quickly moved to the bed. She kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue into my throat. Just as quickly she moved her head down to my crotch, and began licking the cum off the outside of her panties. She slid the panties down and proceeded to lick the inside of the panties, my cock, and my balls. As she did, she was twitching, still rubbing crotch, and moaning. I pulled her around so that I could get to her pussy, pushed up her slip, pulled aside her panties and plunged my tongue in as deep as I could. I pulled out and easily found her engorged clit and started licking and kissing it. She really started moaning, gyrating, and pressing her crotch into my face. She quit licking and sucking my cock, which was a good thing, as I was afraid she would bite it off, she was so wild. As I worked on her clit with my mouth, I used both hands to spread her pussy lips. I inserted two fingers into her, and was amazed at how tight she was. Her pussy closed tight around my fingers. She was a veritable gusher of pussy juice, and it wasn’t long before I felt her pussy begin to tremble around my fingers. She began bucking as she was racked with wave after of orgasm, and flooded my face with the juice of her sex. Finally she calmed down and lay quietly, still lying with her pussy at my face. After only a minute or so, she moved around and gobbled my cock into her mouth. She proceeded to give me the best blow job I’ve ever had. She took me all the way into her throat, with her nose buried in my balls, then would pull off me and lick my balls. Then back into her throat. It was heaven. Even though it was only minutes since I had cum, I felt the cum gathering in my balls again. As I felt myself getting close, I warned her “I’m getting close to cumming”. I thought maybe she would pull off, but she increased the franticness of her sucking, and began a low moan from her gut, as if she were trying to call out my cum. I couldn’t hold out long, and in minutes shot several spurts of cum deep into her throat. As I came, she moaned and rocked back and forth; I swear she was having another orgasm just from me cumming down her throat. She effortlessly swallowed my cum, and kept my dick in her mouth as it receded. After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, she let my limp cock slip from her mouth, and moved around to kiss me on the face. I could smell my own cum on her breath, but I felt strangely turned on by it, and kissed her on the lips, and then thrust my tongue into her throat. It was a strange sensation tasting my own cum in her mouth, but I have to admit it turned me on. My deep french kissing turned her on too, and she started to moan and coo again. “Damn Jay, my pussy hasn’t been this wet in years” she huskily said. “I’ve got to have you prick in me”. I was all in favor of that, but my cock was at half-staff, and I really didn’t know if I had another round in me. Barbara was stroking it, but realized that it would take more to bring it back to life. She moved back around and started licking and sucking my balls, first one, then the other, while continuing to jerk me off. It didn’t take too much of this before I started to grow hard again. In a few minutes, I was rock hard and ready to go . I was still lying on my back, and Barbara quickly switched positions again, poising with her pussy over my cock, which was sticking straight up. She still had on her slip, although somewhere along the way her panties had been jettisoned. She pulled the slip up to her waist, and slowly lowered herself on my dick. Although she was very wet, she was still very tight, and it took a while for her to get me deep in her. When she did, she bucked and thrashed around like a wild woman. Probably because I had already cum twice I was able to keep it up without cumming for a long time. We switched positions, going to “doggie style”, with her on all fours and me into her from behind. This really drove her wild, and she was chanting, “fuck me, fuck me” while grinding her ass into me. We fucked for nearly 30 minutes, which for me was probably a record. Finally, I felt myself nearing orgasm. Barbara sensed it too, for she asked me “are you close?”. I managed to say “yea’, and she responded with “I want you to pull out and cum on my tits”. That was music to my ears, and I pulled out of her pussy (with a big “plop”), and quickly tried to position myself to be able to cum on her tits. But as I moved and she moved and as my cum started to spurt, it turned out that her face was in the line of fire. As I realized what was happening, I pointed my cock at her face, as that was where I wanted to cum all along. Since this was my third cum in about an hour and a half, I didn’t have a lot left. I did have enough to get her face good and gooey, and some even got in her hair. As I finished cumming, I collapsed beside her. Neither of spoke (or could speak) for several minutes. Our bodies just happened to touch at several points, but we made no effort to purposefully touch. We were both overwhelmed at what had just happened. Barbara spoke first: “Wow, that was incredible’. I could only say “yea”. We lay there for a few minutes before we both looked at the clock at almost the same time and saw that it was 7:30, time for the others to be back from the soccer game. I jumped off the bed almost simultaneously with the sound of the garage door opening, signifying the return of our spouses and my kids ands. I barely made it to my bedroom before the explosion of sound that signified the children’s return. Dinner was uneventful, given what had transpired. Lauren was pissed that I hadn’t done anything to prepare for the meal, but I made some excuses. Nobody seemed to notice that Barbara and I were both in the shower when they got home. I avoided eye contact with Barbara during the evening. The only thing that happened was that once, when passing each other in the hall, she reached out and squeezed my dick as she went by. I looked back at her, but she didn’t even look back. Other than that, there was no recognition of the events that had changed our lives. I don’t know whether my randiness showed through, but after she had put the kids to bed, Lauren came up to me in the kitchen and said, “I hope you come to bed soon, maybe we could have some fun”. I knew what she meant, but I immediately was apprehensive. I had already cum three times, and I doubted I could even get it up. A short time later, Lauren went to bed, giving me a big smile as she left. I decide that I needed to stay downstairs as long as possible to avoid a performance problem and the attendant questions. One by one, everybody else turned in for the night, until only Ron and were left up. Being alone with a guy whose wife I had fucked a few hours earlier made me nervous, but I knew he was a night owl and didn’t think too much about his still being up. Once we were alone, Ron turned directly to me and asked “so what did you do this evening while we were at the game”. I could feel myself flush, and I stammered a bit as I said “oh, just some paperwork from work and paying some household bills.” Ron looked at me coldly. “No, I mean after Barbara got home” he said flatly. I tried hard to keep a straight look on my face, but I don’t doubt that guilt was written all over it. I tried to give an even response. “What do you mean?” I asked. Ron looked back at me with an even colder look. “Cut the bullshit. I know what you did. I found Barbara’s panties with cum all over them, and I knew it wasn’t mine. I also noticed cum in her hair. So don’t play dumb.” My throat was totally dry, and if I had been able to think of anything to say, I don’t think I could have gotten it out. I just sat there with what I know was a very dumb look on my face. After a few moments of awkward silence, Ron finally spoke. “Don’t worry, I’m OK with it. The fact is that Barbara has trouble getting wet and turned on since she had menopause. She is a great cocksucker, but she is so dry most of the time she can’t enjoy getting sex. She said she was wetter and came more than she has in years. After I got home and found out what had happened, she gave me one of the best Bjs ever. And as good a cocksucker as she is, that is saying something”. I was speechless, trying to process Ron’s words. After a while, he spoke again. “My only regret is that I wasn’t here to watch. I’ve always wanted to see Barbara with another guy, but it has never happened. I’d still really like to do so. She would love a command performance with you. We’re leaving tomorrow, but what are the chances of you being able to get together with us before we leave?” After the shock wore off, it only took us a few minutes to concoct a plan. Sue and Jake were leaving tomorrow also, and so it would be easy enough for Barbara and Ron to be the last to leave, and for me to leave for work first thing in the morning and then come back after Sue and Jake had left. Lauren would be at work, and the kids would be at school, so the three of us would have the house to ourselves. I went to bed with my head swimming. Luckily Lauren had gone to sleep, and wasn’t waiting for me to service her. I tossed and turned as I processed the day’s events. I had cum three time, highly unusual for me, I had gotten into my sexy aunts underwear, cum on/in it, gotten sucked by her, cum deep down her throat, fucked her, and cum on her face. And now her husband wants to have a threesome tomorrow. Needless to say, sleep was sporadic, and my cock was hard most of the night. TO BE CONTINUED Aunt Barbara is a Slut Ch. 02 In the first part of this story, I wrote about Aunt Barbara catching me wearing her panties and jerking off in them, and our hot sex session following that. Her husband Ron found out what had happened, but instead of being pissed off, he wanted me to have another session with her the next day, with him present. I readily agreed, and so we devised a plan for me to come back home after everyone else had left the house. I woke up the next morning from a dream about Aunt Barbara. My cock was rock hard, which didn't happen that much these days. It used to happen a lot, and if Lauren woke up first and saw that I had a hard-on, she would usually suck me awake. But she hadn't done that in years. This morning, she was already up and no doubt downstairs fixing breakfast for the kids and our guests. I had overslept a little bit, so I quickly jumped out of bed and hurried to the shower. I got ready and dressed for work as usual. As I was heading down the stairs, Ron was heading up. As we passed, he greeted me and simply said, "we'll call you a little later." When I got to the kitchen, Lauren was hustling the kids out the door; she was running late herself to get them to two different schools and herself to work. We barely had time for a peck on the lips and an exchange of "have a good day, see you tonight" before she was out the door. I settled down for a cup of coffee with Lauren's parents, Sue and Jake. They were heading back home that morning, but they didn't seem in any great hurry. I worried that they might dawdle for a good part of the day, and ruin our plans. I spent a little time with them, then made a big deal of how I was I running late and needed to get going. I was hoping that I could stir a sense of urgency to get moving in them as well, but I left them at the kitchen table nursing two new cups of coffee. As I pulled away from the house, it dawned on me that it really didn't make sense to go to the office. Barbara and Ron were going to call me on my cell phone, and hopefully they would be calling in about an hour, two at the most. I called my secretary and told her I would be making some sales calls, and wouldn't be in until after lunch. As I drove around, I was totally preoccupied with thoughts of Barbara. I was horny as hell, and it suddenly came to me that the logical place to kill some time was the adult bookstore. My subconscious mind must have already been way ahead of me, because when I had that brilliant flash, I realized I had less than half a mile away. I pulled into the parking lot and noted that there were only three other cars in the lot. That made sense, given that it was a workday morning, and it was good, because I really didn't want to risk running into anyone I knew. I was supposed to be working, after all. I entered the store and spent a few minutes looking at videos and DVDs. The ones with threesomes of two males and a female caught my eye, and there was actually one with an older woman that somewhat resembled Barbara on the cover with two young studs. After a while, I got some tokens from the clerk and headed back to the video booths. There wasn't anybody else around, for which I was grateful. The few times I had been in the past there were some nervous looking "lurkers" just standing around staring at every guy that came along. That always gave the place a certain seedy feel that I didn't like. I settled into a booth that had only a strong disinfectant smell (as opposed to a fresh cum smell like I often encountered in the booths). After making sure the chair was clean and dry, I sat down and fed a few tokens into the player, and started flipping through the 24 channels of films. I was looking for a threesome, and after checking out six or seven channels, the next one came up with a blond woman on her hands and knees, with one guy fucking her from behind and another with his cock in her mouth. None of the actors were attractive, and the sex was pretty mechanical, so I quickly checked out a few other channels to see what else was available. There weren't any other threesomes or moresomes, so I went back to the blond. It was still the same on pounding at both ends, but the guy in her mouth was really fucking her mouth harder now, and was holding her head tight to his crotch. I slipped my zipper down, pulled out my cock and began to stroke it lightly. I was dripping with pre-cum juices, but I wanted to be careful and not cum. I wanted to save all my cum for Barbara. In a minute or two the guy on the screen pulled out of the blonde's mouth and came on her face. I was a little shocked when he quickly went down and kissed her mouth, licking up all the cum off her face. I was more shocked a few minutes later when the guy in her pussy pulled out and started cumming and the first guy got down and took his cum shots on his face and sucked the last drops off his dick. I had seen a few gay films in clicking through the channels in the video booths, but I had never seen a guy take a cum shot. I found it arousing, and I wasn't sure what to make of that. I still had my cock out as I clicked through the channels to see if there was anything interesting. There wasn't, so I let my tokens run out watching a girl-girl video. I willed my cock down to a half-hard state so I could get in back in pants, zipped up, and walked back into the main part of the store. I was mulling over whether to get more tokens or leave when my cell phone rang. It was Ron, and he simply said "ok, everyone is gone now except us." I hurried out to my car and headed for home. I was getting hard again, and I could feel the dampness in my drawers from my excitement. I got home in about 10 minutes. There was nobody downstairs, so I bounded up the stairs. Ron was in the upstairs hallway, and when I turned toward the guest bedroom, he stopped me. "No, we need to use your bedroom" he said. I was concerned about that. "Lauren's made the bed, I'll have to explain if it's messed up" I replied. Ron said "Don't worry, Barbara will help straighten up, but we need the king size bed in there. It's only a double in our room." That made sense to me, so I followed him into our master bedroom. Barbara was already in the bed, under the covers. As I entered, she sat up on the side of the bed. She was wearing matching black bra and panties, and if I hadn't already been hard for the past 2 hours that would have done the trick. She stood up and kissed me long and deep, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as if she were doing a tonsil probe. I returned her kiss, swirling my tongue in her mouth in turn. "Let's get you out of these clothes" she said huskily, already tugging at my shirt and belt buckle simultaneously. She slid my pants down, and said "oh my" when she saw my silk boxers. I had forgotten that I had put on my silk boxers for this special occasion. Barbara rubbed my ass and my cock through the boxers, which felt good to me, too. "Wow, Ron, you need to get you some silk underwear," she said. She took out my cock and started to lick it. After she had sucked me for a while, she pulled from me, looked me in the eye and said, "will you eat my pussy?" Instead of answering, I dropped to the floor, pushed her panties aside and locked my mouth on her crotch. I quickly found her clit, and started licking and chewing on it. I took my hands and opened her up as much as I could, and tried to put two fingers inside her pussy. She was still pretty dry, so I started sticking my tongue up her and slobbering. She was grinding her crotch into my face and starting to bounce up and down on the bed. When I came up for air, I noticed that Ron had moved up on the bed and put his cock in Barbara's mouth. She was sucking him hard, bobbing her head up and down on him. She was moaning deeply, and in a few minutes she suddenly froze and squeezed my head between her thighs. I could tell she was coming, and I could feel her juices flowing into my mouth. She moved her mouth off of Ron's cock with a loud "plop," and lay back on the bed, pulling me down with her. She maneuvered me beside her, and quickly moved down to my cock. She rubbed my cock over her tits, and then put it in the nape of her neck. She licked and sucked on my balls as she squeezed my cock between her neck and shoulder. My cock felt harder and bigger than it ever had, and I had to concentrate to keep from getting close to cumming. Abruptly, Barbara stopped sucking me. Without speaking, she moved me around to a sitting position on the side of the bed, with my legs handing over the side. She climbed into my lap, and lowered herself onto my cock. She was now plenty wet, and initially I slid into her easily. Only a few inches in, however, I felt great resistance, and couldn't push in any further. It was as though her muscles were tightened to keep me out. I slowed down, and began trying to move forward into her a tiny milometer at a time. Barbara was facing me, and was smothering me with kisses, again sticking her tongue further into my throat than I thought possible. I noticed Ron sitting in the easy chair, watching us intently and stroking himself. After a few minutes of patiently working my cock deeper into Barbara, it finally popped through, and her muscles relaxed and she accepted me all the way in. I began to fuck her in earnest, and she was moving with me. I closed my eyes for a few moments as we fucked, but opened them as I felt the bed rock. Ron had moved onto the bed, and was crouching beside us with his dick at Barbara's face. She began to lick the head and shaft greedily, and began moaning louder. Ron's cock was only inches from my face, and I couldn't help but notice that it was a little shorter than mine, although perhaps a little thicker. But the head seemed very big, bright purple, and was oozing pre-cum. This was the closest I had ever been to another guy's cock, and I have to admit I was fascinated to see one being sucked right in front of me. Barbara moved from sucking the head Ron's dick to licking down the shaft, and finally aggressively began licking and sucking his balls, as she had done to mine. She jerked him as she licked his balls, and the head of his cock moved closer and closer to my face. Suddenly, she was rubbing his cock against my face. The head swept across my lips, and I could feel the moisture of his pre-cum. At first, I thought it was an accident, but then it became clear that Barbara was forcing his cock toward my mouth. I kept my mouth closed tight, but with one hand she was holding his cock at my mouth, while her other hand was on the back of my head, pressing forward. She lowered her face to mine, and kissed me deeply, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Somehow, and I don't know how, she forced Ron's dick against my lips as she kissed me. She pulled back, and by reflex I parted my lips, allowing her to rub his cock along my lips. The sensation was overwhelming, and as if it had a mind of it's own, my tongue snaked out to lick the head of his cock. I was amazed that it felt hard and soft at the same time, and I reveled in the rush to my senses of the feel, taste, and smell of it. I didn't take it all the way into my mouth, but I certainly licked it. I was aroused beyond all reason, and began pounding into Barbara's pussy as hard as I could. Her moans had become screams, as she was having multiple orgasms. Ron had pulled back to watch us, which was fine with me, as I was suffering sensory overload. I could feel I was close to cumming, and told Barbara "I'm going to cum!" She started chanting "cum in my pussy, cum in my pussy" like a mantra. I didn't need to be told twice, and at that point I don't think I had the brain/dick coordination to do anything else. In moments I froze as I pumped one, two, three, four, and then a fifth squirt of cum deep into her pussy. She literally squealed as she felt my cum hit her, and I assumed she was orgasming herself. I was spent, but still hard enough to be buried deep in her. I became aware that Ron was back in her mouth, inches from my face. She was sucking him all the way to his balls, giving him a blow job the rival of anything I had ever seen in a porno flick. In mere moments, I could tell he was cumming. Luckily, he came deep in her throat. I was worried that he would pull out to cum on her face and get some on me. Barbara kept Ron's dick in her mouth, draining out the last of his cum. Suddenly, without warning, she moved from his cock to my mouth, giving me a wet kiss and forcing my mouth open with her tongue. Before I knew what was happening, she was swirling Ron's cum into my mouth from hers. At first I was repulsed and tried to pull away, but she held my head in place with her hand, and pressed her face to mine; it was as if her whole face was in my mouth. The cum mixed with her saliva had a salty but sweet taste, and I had to admit it was not unpleasant. Barbara finally moved away from me, pulling off my cock with a loud "splush" as our juices separated. I moved to a reclined position on the bed, with Barbara beside me and Ron beside her. We all just laid there as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I could hear Barbara and Ron breathing slowly, as if near sleep. I felt like my breathing was labored, almost at hyperventaling. My mind was racing through what had just happened. I hadn't sucked Ron's cock, but I had licked it. And I had tasted his cum from Barbara. Combined with my reaction to the bi-sexual porno I had watched at the bookstore, it was a weird leap into a new realm that left me troubled. Meanwhile, Barbara and Ron seemed quite contented. Barbara had Ron's cock in one hand, and mine in the other. She really wasn't jerking it, just holding it tight enough to keep me pretty hard. After a while, she leaned over and started to suck me. As she warmed to the task, she went down and licked my balls again. This drove me crazy. I had never had my balls licked at all, much less with the passion with which Barbara attacked them. Lauren would never even get close to them with her mouth, no matter how I begged or tried to maneuver her toward them. But Barbara genuinely seemed to love ball sucking. It didn't take long for me to be fully hard again. As Barbara began to seriously suck me, I rose to the occasion and began to thrust vigorously into her mouth. She started to moan and bob her head even quicker, matching my thrusts with her own. At some point I became aware that Ron had roused from his hibernation, and was fucking her from behind. Her sucking became more frenzied, and soon pushed me over the edge. "I'm going to cum again" I cried out, to which she just moaned louder. I pushed as deep as I could into her throat and let loose a burst of cum that seemed pretty impressive given that it was my fifth cum in less than 24 hours. Barbara simply moaned more and swallowed it all down without ever releasing my dick from the tight grasp of her mouth. I swear, once again it seemed she was cumming just from having cum shot down her throat. Barbara leaned over and kissed Ron hard, and I could tell she was reversing the process, pushing my cum into his mouth. He had no reaction, just continuing to thrust in and out of her. Barbara was still licking my cock and balls, and I felt like I was just drifting out of my body. I did hear Ron pull out of her pussy with a plop, and I felt him getting off the bed. I heard him moving around the room, and the next thing I knew, I saw him standing over the bed with one of Lauren's bras slung over his shoulder and a pair of her panties over his dick as he jerked off. "Since you came in my wife's panties, I only think it fair I cum in hers, too" he said. He just happened to have her, and my, favorite pair, one of the few nylon pairs she had left. She wore them on "special occasions," like when we were planning to have sex. In no time, he was cumming on the crotch of Lauren's panties. Before he was through, he wiped some of his cum in each of the cups of the bra that he had dug out of her drawer. As his final gesture, he took his wet dick and rubbed it on the pillowcase on Lauren's side of the bed. He could tell that I was horrified, but he just laughed and said, "since Lauren couldn't be here, at least she can get a feel, or a smell, of what happened." Barbara laughed and pulled off my cock. She climbed over me and got out of bed, dragging her dripping pussy over the sheets as she went. There was a trail of cum and pussy juice from where she had exited the bed, and I looked over and saw a puddle of my cum where she had been lying that had leaked out of her pussy. I lay back in the bed and pondered what had just happened, and worried about how we would get the mess cleaned up. I was only vaguely aware that Ron and Barbara were out of the room, but in only minutes, they were back in the doorway, dressed and carrying their suitcases. "Sorry to fuck and run, but we've got a long way to go" Ron said. Barbara came over and kissed me, and Ron shook my hand. They both said something like "thanks for everything," but I really wasn't hearing. All I could think to say was "So you're going to leave me with this mess?" Ron just smiled and said "yeah, but I don't think you should clean the cum off Lauren's things. I'd love to think that she's sleeping with her head on my cum stains." I just stared at them as they shrugged and turned and walked out the door. After they had left, I decided that Ron was right; it would be exciting to know that Lauren would be laying her head on pillow and wearing a bra and panties marked with another man's cum. I got out Lauren's hair dryer and dried the sheets, but left the pillow to dry naturally and put her bra and panties away still wet, figuring they would be dry by the time Lauren got home. Aunt Beth Ch. 01 To be continued with part 2 soon I so upset that summer morning. My mom was making me go to my Aunts for the day. My younger brother was sick in bed with the measles and I couldn't get near him. My mom was so worried I was going to get it that she thought I better go to Aunt Beth's. Aunt Beth was my mom's older sister. My Aunt had a pool at her house so at least I could go swimming. I really didn't need to swim because I was in great shape but a tan I could use. I went to my room packed a few things I would need and headed downstairs. My mom was already in the car outside so I grabbed my sunglasses and headed out the door. It was already noon time and it was so hot outside already. I was wearing a black t shirt and just the walk from the house to the car I was sweating. I took my shirt off and threw it on the back seat in the car. I was surprised when I opened the passenger door to see my mom was going to drive in a bikini. "Mom you aren't going to drive like that are you?" I asked her. "Honey you know the air conditioner doesn't work in my car." She replied. With that said I got in and shut the door. I couldn't believe how good my mom's legs looked while she drove. I couldn't help but keep looking from the corner of my eye. As we drove through town one of the streets up ahead was being worked on. The road was being repaved so only one lane could pass. I was really upset because I knew the road workers would notice my mom. As we approached slowly you could see the men at work. "Wow look at that buff guy." My mom said admiring one. My mom was divorced from my dad now for 10 years but did have a bf. He was an older man that she met through a dating site. So I was surprised she was looking. "Oh my god he is really buff." My mom said as we got closer. I couldn't believe how my mom was staring at this one road worker. He had to have been maybe 30 really jacked and working with an open neon vest on. The sweat was dripping down his shaved chest. As we pulled to the flagger he motioned us to slow. "Why the hell is he making us stop?" I asked my mom in rage. "Relax honey I'm sure they have a good reason." My mom replied. As the flagger motioned us to stop they backed out a bigger truck. Just as the flagger walked away the buff guy walked up to my mom's window. My mom saw him and rolled the window totally down. "Thanks for stopping for us." He said while looking down at my mom sitting in her seat. "No trouble at all, I feel bad for you working in this heat." My mom said to him. The buff guy put both his hands on the window sill of my mom's car and leaned in. His arms got so big as he flexed for her. He commented on her bikini telling her how it looked great on her. He told my mom that it be just a few more minutes while they moved trucks. She tilted the steering wheel up on the car. She did so because she needed room to lift her right leg up and put her foot on the seat. He saw my mom's foot and told her how he liked her painted toes. Mom went to take her seat belt off and it was stuck. I went to press the button for my mom but it wouldn't budge. "Would you like me to open that for you Miss?" The buff guy asked laughing at us. "Could you please." Mom said helplessly. The buff guy opened my mom's car door. I looked out the windshield and saw all the men at work were watching my mom. He reached over my mom's chest with his arms to get to her seatbelt buckle. The seatbelt strap was right between her tits. This guy's built body with muscles bulging everywhere was hung right over mom. When he pushed the button in the seatbelt retracted. He was staring right at mom's bikini bottom. "You know to deal with this heat; I drink a lot of cold water to keep cool." He remarked. "Would you like a cold bottle of water while you wait miss?" The buff guy asked mom. "Sure." She replied. As the road worker went to get the water my mom started fixing her hair in the car mirror. I could tell she was flattered that the young buff guy was talking to her. "Honey could you get my shoes on the backseat for me?" Mom asked me. I couldn't believe it when she wanted to get out of the car to get the water. I wasn't going to get her shoes so she could get out here. I know I would have been so embarrassed because my mom was no skinny Minnie. She has 36 DD tits and really toned legs for a woman in her 40's. My mom everyday would religiously use her stair master for an hour so her ass was really tight. And the last thing I wanted her to do was get out of the car. "I'll get them myself then." My mom said as she got out her side door. As she got out one guy whistled. My mom was now standing bare foot on the side of the road in her bikini. The buff guy started walking towards her with the water. I decided to get out as well now. I walked around to the other side of the car and saw mom standing there with her back to me talking to the buff guy. Her bottom was barely covering her ass. I looked at my mom's curvy body next to the buff guy and couldn't believe how hot she looked. A few other workers walked over too near mom. Mom was now standing with the workers around her in a circle. As I was standing behind them my mom she asked me to get back in the car. I got back in even though I could still hear what they were saying. This guy was really hitting on my mom now and my mom must have known. Cars were now honking as traffic starts to get impatient. As my mom got up to her door she leaned over her seat to grab her phone in the center console. I looked at the buff guy behind her and he adjusted his hard on in his jeans. He didn't even care I saw. My mom sat down and this guy gave her his number. As I tried to believe what just happened we finally got moving. I didn't even say anything to her the rest of the way to my aunts. As we pulled up to her house my mom asked if I saw Aunt Beth to not mention anything to her about what just had happened. I agreed and we pulled into Aunt Beth's house. "Honey I am not staying, I am just dropping you off." Mom said to me. This was really weird because she was in her bikini to swim but she insisted she had to get back home. I think mom was so turned on by that guy she had her mind on him. I asked her when she would be back to pick me up and she didn't answer. "Mom does this have anything to do with that construction worker?" I asked her "Of course not honey." She said still acting funny." I looked over at my mom in her bikini bare foot behind the wheel thinking how sexy she did look. Her bikini was white and I could now notice a wet spot in the front. I knew it; she was totally horned up for that stud. I had my sun glasses on so mom had no clue I was looking. Her nipples were piercing through her top. Her bikini was a string bikini. My mom had always picked the sexiest clothes for everything. I hated it, but it was true. The ties on the sides of her bottom were loose. I guess that happened as we drove. "Ok I did want to drive by him again." Mom finally admitted. I knew it by the way she was acting. "Look honey I am still a women even though I am your mom." She said. "Ok hurry then and come back, ok?" I asked her. "I will." She said excited As mom backed out of the driveway I started to walk down to the pool. No one was there. Aunt Beth was at work and she lived alone. Her house was big and her backyard was very secluded. I jumped in the pool to cool off. I swam a few laps then I got out and sat in a lounge chair. I guess 20 minutes must have past when I saw my mom's car return. I was so glad she was back as quick as she promised. As the car got closer I got so mad because my mom wasn't alone. As the car stopped I noticed she wasn't driving either. It was the buff guy from the road work site. He got out first still in his tight jeans and neon vest. He walked around to my mom's door and opened it for her. My mom got out with the help of his hand. He reached into the backseat and got my mom's heels for her. As my mom leaned on the hood of the car the buff guy grabbed each ankle of her and put her heels on. He took my mom by the hand and they started walking toward me. "Jim this is my son." My mom said "Honey this is Jim, he is on his lunch break so he was going to take a swim to cool off before I take him back" She said to me. As Jim and my mom entered the pool area I notice Jim was a lot younger than I thought earlier. I was eighteen and he was probably more like 20. He was just so buff and muscled up he looked a lot older. Next to him I was so slim. I was really mad now because this meathead was totally after one thing. They walked past me on my chair holding hands as my mom sat down across from me. As she sat back on the lounge chair Jim grabbed her ankles and lifted them and removed her heels. As he tilted her legs up I could see her bikini bottom tighten. Her camel toe was totally showing. He then held my mom's one ankle up while he put her white painted toes to his mouth. This guy Jim was sucking my mom's toes right across from me. My mom saw my face and pulled her toe away. "Jim why don't you take a swim before you have to leave" Mom said breathing heavy. Jim then standing right in front of my mom opened his belt and took off his jeans. He had on tight jockey shorts that were showing the outline of his hard dick. The way my mom looked at him I don't know how he didn't make her suck him. This guy obviously had been with many girls and knew what to do. He was teasing her so good I think she forgot I was there. His cock was showing so well through his shorts I could even tell it was cut. My mom leaned back in her chair looking at Jim and bent both her knees so her feet were flat on the chair. She had her legs apart showing Jim her camel toe. My cock was now stiff from what I was watching. I was so worried my mom would see so I jumped in the pool. I swam around the pool then to the steps that were closer to them. Jim and mom were now standing up by the chairs. Jim's big arms were wrapped around mom's waist. With a side view of them I watched from the pool. Jim was holding my mom so close that his cock was pressed against her bikini bottom. I was stunned so I got out of the pool and approached Jim. But I was no threat to him as he didn't even acknowledge I was there. My mom had both hands on Jim's chest rubbing over his nipples. She never even looked over at me while I stood there next to them. She just kept looking down at Jim's cock and rubbing his muscles all over. "Mom what the fuck are you doing with this guy?" I yelled at her. "She is busy, get lost man!" Jim told me. I looked at my mom in Jims arms as she caressed his body thinking how turned on she must have been. Her tits were busting out of her top right in Jims face. She was wearing her heels again so she was closer to Jim's height. Looking at her in those 5 inch heels next to him looked really hot. My mom really knew how to turn guys on. That's when I saw Jim grab my mom's hand and put it on his cock. "Oh my god stud, you are so fucking hot." Mom said to Jim. "Are you going to fuck me right here in front of my son? Mom asked Jim. I couldn't believe she was asking him that. "Get over here man." Jim said to me Jim made me remove my shorts. My cock was so hard from mom. I could see Jim's cock head sticking out the top of his waistband as mom stroked him through his shorts. Jim's cock looked so big. "Kneel in front of us right here." Jim told me as he pointed to the deck. I kneeled as Jim told me for he was so intimidating. I looked over at mom thinking she would say something but she just kind of smiled at me devilishly. Jim told mom to sit. He then turned to face me kneeling. His swollen cockhead was poking out the top of his shorts. It was so close to my face. "Take my shorts off stick boy" Jim said to me. I reached up his built waist and grabbed the waistband on his tight jockey shorts. As I pulled his shorts down his legs mom got a good look. His pretty cock sprung straight up in the air. His balls were big and tight. I had played with my mom's dildo before without her knowing. I had sneaked it in with me in the shower a few times before so I kind of new how to suck cock. Actually I thought I was great at it. I had learned from my mistakes quick. Plus I knew what I liked. Jim turned his hips so mom had a perfect side view of his cock. Jim turned my shoulders so I faced his cock. Jim grabbed his hard dick and pushed his big cockhead in my mouth. I tasted his precum off the wet head. Jim had to have been about 8" and my mom's dildo was 10" so I was eager to see how I do. I saw mom was getting so turned on from this she started rubbing her pussy through her bikini. I started to swirl my tongue around Jim's cock head. I started to suck it tighter around his base as I went down slow. The taste of his cock was great. The smell from his cock was even better. As I took more cock I was now all the way down to his sweaty balls. "Holy shit man!" Jim moaned out as I took all of his cock. Jim looked down and saw how hard I still was. As I sucked his cock with my lips tight I started to feel it throb. His cock jumped in my mouth when a big load of precum spilled out the head. I swallowed it all down as mom didn't even know. Jim placed his hands on his hips and rocked them back and forth. Jim was fucking my mouth. After a few minutes I took his cock out of my mouth and held it up. His balls looked so good shaved. I went in to lick his balls and I could really smell it. His man sex smell was so strong. I was really drawn to it. I was sucking his balls as my nose was pinned to it. I kissed up his shaft to his swollen head. I opened my mouth to take the head. I sucked as tight as I could around the head. I watched my spit drip down his cock to his balls. His cock was so rigid around my lips now. I rubbed my tongue slow and hard over his pee slit while I sucked the head. I felt his legs weaken when he shot his load in my mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could but hot cum still dripped out my mouth. I looked over at mom and she was shocked but I could also tell she loved watching it. I still was so horny. Jim was a total stud. "Stand up for me sexy." Jim called over to my mom. Without answering him mom stood up on her heels. Jim repositioned mom so she was standing right in front of me. With moms bikini wedgie right in my face now Jim begins to open the tied bows on her bottoms. Mom's bikini bottom falls to the floor. Her naked ass was right in front of my face. Jim saw it and made her turn around. As my mom turned her ass her pussy was now in my face. I was eye level with her pussy. I looked up at mom and she was looking at my hard dick. Jim put both hands on mom's waist and made her step back away from me. "I bet you loved the smell of that wet pussy near your nose." Jim said to me. Jim saw my cock was throbbing too now. Jim opened mom's bra and threw it off into the pool. Now my mom was just in her heels. Jim positioned mom back in front of me. As they kissed they stepped back till my mom's ass was in my face again. He told her to bend forward a little. Mom's asshole was right there. "Eat her ass out." Jim told me. I leaned forward and stuck my hot wet tongue in my mom's ass. I couldn't believe how lovely she tasted. Her cute little asshole looked tight. I grabbed mom by her hips and pulled her closer. I started eating her slow and soft. Jim watched as he sat down on a chair. My mom was moaning so loud while I rimmed her. I could smell her pussy. I started to lick down to it. Her pussy was as wet as I licked it. Jim continued to watch us. I started to think he wanted me because he was looking at my dick a lot. With moms pussy so wet she widened her hips. I looked down at her toned legs and her cute painted toes in her heels as I licked her. She was looking so hot standing there getting her muff ate. As I tried to get my tongue in her pussy deeper Jim stood up and walked over to us. "Can you bend over and hold your ankles with your hands baby?" Jim had asked mom. "I think so." Mom replied As mom bent to touch her ankles, her pussy slit was now completely available to me. Jim really knew what to do. Her heels had her ass really bent over. I was in bliss over how sexy my mom's slit looked. "Can you stay like that baby, he is doing a good job." Jim asked my mom. My mom nodded her head as I ran my tongue up and down her slit. Jim sat back down and continued to watch. As I put my tongue deep in her pussy I couldn't help but start feeling up her legs. I started kissing her inner thighs to see how she reacts. I noticed that while bent over like that she was looking right at my hard dick. I let myself shoot some precum out and it ran all over my cock. As mom saw that I was kissing down her inner thighs. I took my index finger and started rubbing her pussy slit as she stood up. "I can't look at your big throbbing hard dick anymore honey." Mom said Before I could answer mom kneeled down and was licking all the precum from my balls. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it while she sucked the head. I was trying so hard not to cum. She was kissing all down my cock and so passionately. She kept sucking my cock down to my balls and holding it there. I think she wanted me to know she could take all of me. I moaned each time louder as she kept doing it. I saw Jim stand up as he walked toward the outside shower. "Come over by the shower you two love birds." Jim said to us as he started to run the shower. All three of us now were standing naked except mom's heels and Jim's vest outside by the pool shower. Jim was as hard I was. He told me and mom to get under the running shower. The water was warm. Mom reached for my hard cock and started stroking me under the shower. I was trying so hard not to cum from her doing that. I didn't see Aunt Beth's car pull up. Mom and Jim had their backs to it so they didn't see it. "Oh no!" I said so surprised. "What is it?" Mom replied still calm. "Aunt Beth's car just pulled up." I answered her. Mom kept stroking me as we remained in the shower. Jim was stroking his hard cock as he watched Aunt Beth's car intently. Aunt Beth: The Sleeping Beauty It was a hot July day, about 1pm, when my mother yelled to me. "Dave," she said, "Aunt Beth is coming over for the week. Make sure your room is clean, that's where she's sleeping." As upset as I was to have to clean my room, I was far happier that aunt Beth was coming over. I had had a crush on aunt Beth since I was about 11. I know it's weird. I thought there was something wrong with me for a while, but I couldn't resist her sexual appeal. She was a brunette and had a classically pretty face. She had huge tits. A shapely body for a 40-year-old. And a larger then average ass that suited her (and me) just fine. I'd always dreamed of smothering myself in her tits. That was all I could think of when it came to her. Soon it was tomorrow, and Aunt Beth was pulling in the drive way. She didn't come empty handed. She had brought me a 24 pack of beer. "Dave," she said, "I've never had a drink with you. Now that you're 21, we need to get trashed." It was sentiment I could gladly agree with. I had just turned 21 and I was a good looking guy. Just under 5'10", about 150lbs, and in good shape. I had brown hair and a brown goatee. I think I grew the goatee simply because I could. That night, around 9pm, me and my aunt started to pound away at the beer. My parents sat out as they both had work in the morning. I in reality was no match for my aunt. I had just 4 beers before I felt really good. My aunt, however, dropped down about 12. Before it could get any worse, my mother told me to help my aunt Beth to my room. My room was in the finished basement of our one story house; and while aunt Beth slept in their, I was going to sleep on the couch in living room next door. I escorted my aunt to my room and told her to make sure she changed out of her jeans and t-shirt that she had been wearing. With that, I left her and went back upstairs, and started drinking some more. A couple of hours later, around 1am, I decided in a drunken stupor that it was time to go to bed. Being drunk, I had forgotten that my aunt was in my room. I went down to my room and turned on my desk lamp which wasn't all that bright. I stumbled to my dresser to find some sweats to sleep in. I found a pair and began to get changed. While stripping down to my boxers, I noticed something on my bed. I turned and realized that it was aunt Beth, half naked, passed out. She had taken my advice to change, but she never quite got redressed. She was laying their in her blue bra and panties. It was incredible. I had dreamed of seeing her tits this well for years. Now on another night(involving less beer), I would've left immediately. But I was feeling brave, so I walked over to the bed. I starred for about a minute and then noticed I was becoming hard. With that, I had an urge to touch her breasts. Knowing that my aunt was out cold, I reached my right hand to her left breast and slowly began to massage it. It felt great, but I wanted more. Fortunately for me, her bra unhooked in the front, and with the swipe of a finger, their they were. They were huge and still shapely, although, they did sag just a bit. Her nipples were a good size; not to big, nor to small. I was in a daze for what seemed like an eternity. After my daze, I reached back down with my right hand and continued to fondle, this time massaging both breasts. My arousal grew and I quickly needed more. I decided to get on the bed with her. Carefully I climbed in, straddling her stomach with my knees. I now used both hands to fondle each breast, as I became harder and harder. I grew braver, and began licking her nipples which aroused a moan from my aunt. I pulled my head back to make sure she was still asleep. After reassuring myself she was, I realized that I need to release in the worst way. I started to exit the bed, when I realized..... I didn't need to leave. Instead, I decided that my nightly fun time was going to include a target - my aunt's breasts. I continues to rub her breasts with my left hand and pulled my penis out of my boxers with my right. As I began to stroke myself, I could feel the explosion coming. I continued rubbling her breasts when all of sudden.... "ugh, ugh, ohhh." I came all over my aunt's breasts. I watched as my cum ran down the sides of her breasts and down the middle of her stomach into her belly button. I quickly reattached her bra and fled the scene. Aunt Beth never woke up during the whole debacle and I never felt better. Morning came and I was greeted by my aunt with a smile as she awoke from her slumber. I had awoken a little while before and was watching TV. "Morning Dave," she said. "Morning aunt Beth. How did you sleep." "Pretty well! But I feel all itchy this morning. Maybe I'm allergic to those sheets or something." The day wore on and quickly aunt Beth and I were in full drinking mode again. This time we started at around 5pm. By 8pm, my aunt was a wreck. I wasn't that much better. I grabbed my aunt, who was passed out at the kitchen table, and carried her downstairs. I brought her to my room and laid her down on my bed. I was upset that I couldn't play with her tits the way I did last night because if I took off her clothes, she may find out that something had happened. None the less, I wanted to get off. Before I left, I decided to do just that. I pulled down my pants and boxers, and again straddled my aunt on the bed. This time, however, I was much higher up on her body. I began to masturbate with my penis just hanging over her chin. While doing this, I kept thinking about her tits and great they felt when I played with them last night. I reached down with my left hand, and began fondling her tits again. Before I could go any further, I felt an explosion through my groin. *Splat* I looked down to see my aunt's face covered in my own sperm. Cum just kept splattering and splashing all over her face and trickled from her hair to her chin. Some laid right on her lips, giving me an idea for tomorrow night. I turned my aunt over, hoping that she'd think her itchy feeling on her face would have to do with the pillow. The next day, my aunt awoke very late. "Hey," I said, "how was your sleep?" "eh, I feel icky and itchy. The materials on your bed suck, just kidding. But seriously, I think my hair is covered in my own drool. It all hard, yuck." "Cut back on the liquor," I laughed. "Nah, I can deal with this. It's a small price to pay." "I agree." Once more it was evening, and aunt Beth and I were trashed by 10pm. I was too drunk to bring her down to my room, so I just hit my couch and passed out. I assume somebody else took her to my room, because when I came to at about 2 am, she was laying in my bed, sound asleep. I wasted no time and stripped down to nothing. I straddled her like I had the night before and saw that her mouth was wide open as drool poured from it. I began to masturbate and found myself on the brink of orgasm in a heartbeat. As I was about to cum, I aimed straight for the back of my aunts throat. As the explosion came, a stream of hot cum shot right into my aunt's throat. *Gargle* I then heard a gag, I feared my aunt might choke to death on my sperm. However, my fears were put to rest when I heard the greatest sound in the world. "Gulp." Oh, that sound got me hot as I saw my aunt, in her sleep, had swallowed all my cum. I didn't want to leave, I wanted more. Within minutes, I was hard again and changed my positioning. Now I straddled her head, facing towards her feet. With her mouth still wide open. I slid my penis right down her throat. I started to gently hump her face. My balls sweeping her nose. As it went on, I began humping faster and harder as my penis went deeper. I started grabbing my aunts tits, and kept pounding her face faster and deeper. Soon, I started to hear... *Gargle, Gargle.* Followed by choking. I then felt my aunts hands grab my waist and start pushing upward. I looked ahead and so my aunt's feet kicking and slamming against the bed. I looked down and saw saliva and mucus spewing from my aunts mouth. I didn't care. I kept going, harder, faster, and deeper. I was in a trance. My balls now slapped my aunts nose. She began to hit me, but her blows were weak. I soon found myself on the edge of orgasm. As I was about to cum, I grabbed the sides of the bed with both hands and pulled myself down as hard as I could onto my aunt's face. My balls stuffed her nose and my cock gagged her to a point of constant coughing. And then.... "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh my god." I came harder then I ever had before. I looked down and saw my cum, spewing from the sides of my aunt's mouth. I, slowly removed myself from that position and looked back at my aunt. She was in tears, continuing to cough, and covered in her own saliva. I released, realizing then what I had done. "I'm so sorry," I said. "Sorry?" she squeezed out. "I'm the one who's sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't able to swallow down your cum. It's all I ever wanted to do." I looked at her and laughed. "What's so funny?" she asked. "You did swallow my cum. You just weren't awake at the time." "That's not fair. If I'm gonna swallow you, I want to remember it. Get back over here." Aunt Betty Aunt Betty: 10/31/06 Edited: 2/19/02 * Her husbands "little white lie along with no dick." Everybody has an Aunt Betty some where in their family. She is not glamorous, nor does she possess a great body. Just a frumpy little person who has a pleasant personality, with a warm heart. This is a story about my Aunt Betty, and the asshole she was married to. Well not so very much about Uncle Harry. This man was a real winner believe me. Thank goodness she had just gotten rid of the son of a bitch. He would have sucked her dry, of her dad's money from the will. I had gone into my grand parents house, to help remove some of the old box's that were left in the basement, after they both had passed away very suddenly. My name is Mike, I am home from school to help out with the funeral. Plus I am very much my Aunt Betty's favorite nephew. Several times I have been able to rub her back, and her breasts from the side, when no one else is looking, she slaps my hands. Then gives me a sweet kiss, tells me I've been a naughty boy. She always is asking me for a back rub when I'm home from school. My Aunt Betty is such a sweet woman, I think Harry has to be a real asshole. When my grand parents died the whole family seemed in some kind of turmoil. The family was in shock, nobody had the answer for any of this. The Family Doctor said that it is not that unusual when one dies, the other grieves so much that they follow very quickly. This is what appears to have happened when my Grandmother Passed on. I knew grand dad loved her very much. "He just did not want to live with out her." I can remember catching them several times fucking out at the lake, I said to grand dad I hope I still can get it up at his age. Mike he tells me don't worry, by the time you're my age you'll probably won't even have to worry about it. Don't say nothing to your grand mom, she is a little shy about any body seeing her. It took me fifteen years to get her to let me fuck her up here at the lake, I don't want to spoil it. Grand dad your secret is safe with me. I just walked back to the house with a big smile on my face. Mom asked me if I had seen either one of my grand parents, I said that last time I saw them they were at the other end of the Lake. I knew that would give him enough time to finish. Well Aunt Betty and myself are the ones who have been stuck with cleaning out all of this stuff they have been saving for over fifty years. We have been going through box after box, found old photographs in black and white and quite a few in color. Then I hear Aunt Betty gasp, I walked over to where she was looking into a small plastic box, which had some video tapes plus more photos of naked men and women. I said Aunt Betty don't tell me you have never seen photo's of naked people before. She looked at me and said yes, "but not of my mother and father." I looked at the photos, sure enough it was my grandparents, god I started laughing and said, "Aunt Betty this is really hot." Are you crazy she says to me, this is my parents. I said so don't you think they ever fucked, she said "No." Aunt Betty if they didn't fuck, how did they get you, the stork I said to her, and she looked at me. God woman I caught them fucking at the lake several times, grand dad bribed me to stay quiet. Mike she says to me, I just can not believe it. Finally I said to her Betty, look at the photographs, don't they look like they are enjoying themselves. Betty keep peering at the photos, it slowly seem to sink into her that they were having a good time. Come on Betty, haven't you and Harry ever taken a hot bath together, or a long shower where you could play with each others bodies. I can not believe mom and dad are with another couple, let alone naked with each other. Mike I never saw another cock until I saw those pictures. Harry always said he had a big cock, but dad and that other guy put him to shame. Betty, Dad doesn't even have a big cock, Harry's isn't that big, what a loser. Talking about all this sex is making me hungry. Why don't we have some lunch, we can get back to cleaning up this mess afterwards. Aunt Betty seemed OK with that, it gave me a chance to let her settle down. I didn't want her to scared before I put on the video tapes, I'm hoping Granddad did a good job on them. I went in and made some sandwiches, I decided to open a bottle of Rose. Aunt Betty sat there chewing on her sandwich and potato chips with her wine as we talk about the family. The good times, some of the bad as well. She still could not get over the photos in that plastic box. All I did was smile and say to her that is part of living Aunt Betty. We venture back to the basement to continue going through the boxes of material, to see what should be kept, or needs to be discarded. There was an old TV and VCR so I turned them on to see if they worked. Since they did, I put one of grand dads tapes into the VCR to see what was on it, was I surprised at the action that came up on the screen. Aunt Betty asked how could her mom and dad do such a thing? I looked at her, said Aunt Betty it feels good, just do it. Haven't you ever done anything like that with Harry? No, he only had me lay on my back with my legs up in the air. His cock wasn't as big as dads, and you said dad wasn't big. Aunt Betty grand dad was only a bout 6 & ½ inches. That's just a little bigger than normal. It is a good size to do everything with though. Harry never put his face in between my legs or let me suck on his dick. It was only twice a month, that may be the reason we never had any children. Who is the other couple with them, I can't believe mom is sucking on his cock, while dad is fucking her. Mom was always so prim and proper. That shows you what goes on behind closed doors. That is why we do not judge a book by it's cover. All those old sayings have a purpose. The tape goes from the family, to a porn tape of two men and a woman. Aunt Betty is sitting there looking at the screen, as I walk up behind her wrap my arms around her. Grabbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She starts breathing heavy, her nipples now have become hard. Michael we can't do this it's wrong. We are family for Christ sake, besides I'm an old lady. Aunt Betty you are a lovely person and were always treated like shit by Harry. He screwed you every way but the right way, tried to take your home and money, "Fuck Him." Betty the house is empty, there is nobody but us here, I think we should take a shower. We have been down here all day, we need to get clean, what do you say. Mike I don't know, I'm not sure, I've never been with another man other than Harry. Plus you are so young and my nephew, what would people say. I'm not going to tell anybody are you. No she says, I grab her arm, we head upstairs toward the master bathroom. It had a shower built for two, it was something grand dad just had installed several months before he passed away. Aunt betty took her clothes off, then I took off my own, she looks at me and says my god Michael. Betty never calls me Michael, as she looks at my manhood, says Harry you motherfucker you don't know what a big dick is. I just said Betty I'm only 7 inches there are guys out there a hell of a lot bigger than I am. Betty says damn I hope I get to see a couple of them if you are not big. Into the shower we went and I was really surprised when I saw Aunt Betty's wild ass bush. I swear that you would need a lawn mower to cut the hair on that cunt. We washed each others bodies, Betty had her first chance to explore a mans cock other than Harry's. I had my hand in the crack of her pussy, she was starting to get very wet. I rubbed her back with my dick and got my hard on in the crack of her ass. Oh Mike she said that is really turning me on, like those tapes of mom sucking those cocks. Would you teach me how to suck a cock, how to fuck like mom did. I told her that not only would I teach her how. I would suck her pussy for her, also fuck her nice fat ass as well. We played around for a few minutes more than we decided to leave the shower, towel off and go into the master bedroom. Once on the bed I had Aunt Betty lay back, I started to kiss her on her ears, and worked around her neck. Then I kissed her lips, she almost had her first orgasm when she swallowed my tongue as I French kissed her. This was her first such kiss. I then went down to her tits, they were sagging and had nipples like the end of my fingers. "Those nipples got hard, they became very sensitive to the touch." I sucked on each nipple then ran my tongue down to her belly button. Down toward her pussy, through her lips and over her large clitoris. "My tongue moved across her pussy lips I could feel her body shake, she moaned, cried out Oh my god, for this was the first orgasm of hers with a tongue." Betty started to moan and her body jerked up and down again, I pushed one finger into her pussy, as it was getting wetter I then pushed a second. Starting a sawing motion that soon found Betty's G-spot, "Betty started to Cumm and her pussy was letting her juice's flow." This was Betty's first full Orgasmic action. "She was crying, Oh Mike, Oh Mike, Oh Mike, I can't cumm any more." "Mike you are driving me crazy, please stop, Oh Mike please." Betty fell off the bed and was breathing heavily she grabbed me and kissed me and said, I have never experienced anything like this in my life before. Well now you know what Harry was not giving you. Now I'm going to teach you what he never let you do. I had her sit back up on the bed. I put her hand around my cock and had her slowly stroke it. I let her feel the smoothness of the head, the slipperiness of the pre cum. Betty ran her tongue over the head, she tasted the pre cum. She said it had a salty and musky taste but was not that bad. Betty move her mouth over the head, then moved her head up and down on the shaft of my cock. Betty sucked on my cock with passion. She seemed to really enjoy sucking on it. I had to remind her not to use her teeth as she sucked on my cock. I was squeezing her nipples and fingering her pussy while she sucked on it. I told Betty I was going to Cumm and before she could react, my cock exploded and caught her by surprise. As she pulled it from her mouth I came over her face and neck, tits, and down the middle of her chest. Betty said she did swallow some of my Cumm and it does feel a little sticky also. She is now playing with the Cumm on her tits and giggling like a school girl. Betty turns around and notices that my cock is still hard, she asks is that for me. I said Aunt Betty get over here and get on your knees. I told her we are going to fuck doggy style and she asks what is that. I said Betty you will find out shortly. She was on all fours and I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, to make sure it was well lubricated. I then pushed into her pussy and she was as tight as any cunt I have ever been in. I hear Aunt betty say, "Oh my God Mike, you are going to split me in two" I stop pushing and believe it or not I only was 2/3ds of the way in. Betty is saying I have never been this full before. Harry could of used his three times and not done this. "God what a wonderful feeling this is." Now I slowly started to pump my cock into her. I let her pussy get use to the fullness of me. Betty was slowly beginning to move her hips with mine as we started to pick up a rhythm together. She was moaning and saying something I could not make out. I really started to pick up the pace as my balls tighten up, I knew it would not be to much longer before I blew my load into betty's tight pussy. Then she started screaming at me "Fuck me Michael, Fill my Cunt with your Cumm." "Fuck Me, ride me like the Bitch that I am." I could not believe this was coming out of my Aunt Betty's mouth. This just got me more excited, as I started pumping like a piston engine with a full head of steam. I was fucking that woman so hard we both almost went off the bed head first. She started Cumming some where around forth or fifth fuck me Michael, and was still going when I blew my load. This had to be the biggest load I had ever had up to this point in my young life. Man I swear I came a real half of pint of Cumm in Aunt Betty's pussy. I do not know what possessed her to do this, but after I had stop Cumming Betty just turned around, started sucking my cock and balls clean. I had not said a word to her. When I asked her about this later on, she said it just seemed the natural thing to do. Aunt Betty laid next to me on the bed, she was crying, I asked her what was wrong. She kept sobbing into the pillow, I rolled her over toward me she had a lovely smile on her face. Aunt Betty said Mike, these are tears of joy, for I've never experienced anything this good in my life. "Mike you are fantastic." When I see Harry again I'm going to kill that Mother Fucker, I mean it. All these years I could have had orgasms, had my pussy sucked and had some cock to chew on, "No" little dick the bug fucker had to lie to me, fuck me over. Well no more, thanks to you my loving nephew, I now know what a real man is like. Also how good it is to get fucked by one. Aunt Betty would you like to sit on my lap for a while. She sees my cock has risen again to the task. Betty got up, goes to the bathroom, then comes back with a warm damp cloth and towel. She washes my cock and balls, then tells me to sit on the edge of the bed. I sit there waiting for Betty to crawl over onto my lap. She comes and slides down me, rubbing he tits on me, holding her nipples up as they get hard from this action. Betty then feels the head of my cock at her pussy lips, she gives a little moan, then she looks me in the eyes and smiles and says "I love you Michael." I kissed her gently on the lips, held her there then let her slide down onto my rigid member. I let Betty go at her own pace as she wanted to enjoy this experience from start to finish. I had long since learned how to hold off from Cumming too quickly, I did this for Aunt Betty so she could enjoy her ride. I grabbed one of her tits and was squeezing and sucking on it ."I kept the big nipple in my mouth and nipped it several times just to hear her squeal a little bit." It must have been a good half hour ride when Betty started going "Oh god, Oh god I 'm Cumming" this went on for about 30 seconds. Then she tensed in my arms squeezed the hell out of me and screamed, "Yesssssssssssssssssssss" loud enough to wake the dead. I then rolled her over onto the bed and laid between her legs, pumped like hell and shot my load into her cunt. I was so excited by her orgasm that I needed release. Man that was good, I hope Aunt Betty really enjoyed it. Both of us fell a sleep after that session we were tired. I got up early the next morning, showered, then started breakfast, I had to wake Aunt Betty, she was still asleep. Betty I said there is coffee, breakfast will be ready in a ½ hour. Take your shower OK. Betty said she would be right down. After breakfast we cleaned up and had some more coffee. Talked about grand dad and grand mom. Also what needed to be done. Aunt Betty what would you like to do today, she responded with I'm to sore for fucking, so lets finish the basement and tomorrow well take care of the good stuff. I just laughed and said OK Betty I'll give you a brake. Now lets get to work on that basement. We had two more beautiful days together then I had to be on my way back to school. "Aunt betty went home with a sore throat, pussy and ass." She sent me an E-mail at school, said "I' m still a naughty boy." Epilog A year later I was back from college when my Mom told me my Aunt Betty had gotten herself locked up. I asked how did that happed, she said one word "Harry." I asked Mom if Aunt Betty was still in jail, Mom said no she had a woman judge. Harry never had a chance after Betty told the Judge her story, in the court room, in public. God Mom I wish I could have been there. The best part was when she was in the bar with Harry. She started calling him needle dick the bug fucker, pencil dick. She told every body in the bar his dick was so small that they used it to model for Ken of the Barbie Dolls. Man I wish I had been there. Plus by the time the police got there she had beat the hell out of him with a two by four. He got no sympathy from the men in the bar, and his girl friend walk out on him. Then they both get locked up, had to go before this woman Judge. Mom says Mike, Harry would have rather been run over by a cement truck than face that Judge. When Betty was done telling the Judge her story, you could she the anger in the Judges eyes. There was nothing he could say, she was found not guilty. Harry was found guilty. Plus it cost Harry two thousand dollars for fines and costs. And my sister said, any time you are home from school you are to give her a call, any time at all. Mom goes Mike, what are you and Aunt Betty doing? Mom, you know I have always been Aunt Betty's Favorite Nephew!! Aunt Betty's Kitchen Fifty one year old Betty Foreman had her back to the sink, having made a couple of backward steps as her nephew inched closer to her. She couldn't believe what he had just said and done to her, and her heart was racing as she found herself with nowhere to go. Kenny had been sent over by Betty's sister to help her get the house ready for winter, taking advantage of the balmy fall day to put in screens and such. It was a man's job and since Betty's husband had divorced her a couple of years ago there had been no man around. Kenny had been so helpful all day, doing everything so willingly even though like most 18 year old boys probably had better things to do. He had been looking at his Aunt a little oddly though, but Betty hadn't though much about it since he often looked at her strangely, always teasing her and telling her how pretty she was. Kenny had been only kidding, of course, or so his Aunt Betty had thought up until a moment ago but out of the blue he managed to set the mature woman on her heels. "I don't know what I would have done without you Kenny," Betty had said while trying to put some bills in her nephew's hand and when he refused, pushing it into his jeans pocket. "Ooh!" Kenny sighed as he felt his Aunt's hand in his pocket. "Kenny!" Betty scolded playfully but then Kenny stopped smiling back. "The real reward was getting to see you all day," Kenny said as he put his hand on his Aunt's bare arm and slid it down the smooth slender limb. "If you were trying to drive me crazy... it worked." "What?" Betty had asked. "Look down," Kenny said, and when she didn't catch what he wanted her to see he pointed at the bulge that was near the pocket she had put her hand in. "See?" "I don't understand," Betty said. "Spending all day staring at your armpits while we worked," Kenny said as he held her wrist. "You had to notice me staring. Figured that was why you had your arms raised most of the time we were working. Maybe that was why you wore the top too." "Kenny," Betty said as she stepped back while Kenny tried to lift her arm. "Let me get a nice look," Kenny asked as he moved toward you. "I had no idea you didn't shave anymore. You always had nice pits but before they were either shaved or just had some peach fuzz. Looks like you haven't shaved in quite a while. Let me see." "Kenny please stop fooling around," Betty said as her back hit the sink. "I'm not kidding Aunt Betty. You really turn me on. Now let me see," Kenny said, and when he raised her wrist he only struggled a bit before letting him lift her hand up to the cabinet over them. "There." "Happy now that you've embarrassed me?" Betty said as she blushed. "Why be embarrassed, Aunt Betty?" Kenny asked and then told her to grab the handle her hand was on while his eyes feasted on the dark brown spray of hair that fanned out with the raising of her arm. "Nice. I had no idea you were this hairy. Did you let this grow this for me?" "Of course not," Betty said. "It's just that with. - you know - your Uncle Dick being gone and all." "Oh, I thought it was because you know I have a thing for girls with pit hair," Kenny said. "You remember at the picnic last year when my girlfriend went into the house. Remember? And then my Mom made a crack about Maggie's armpits being as hairy as a man's. She didn't like Maggie. Nobody's good enough for her little boy. You remember what I'm talking about?" "Yes," Betty said, "Remember Maggie?" Kenny asked. "Vaguely," Betty said, although she remembered the very hirsute young lady quite well, and Betty jumped when she felt her nephew exhale into her underarm. "Mom was right though. Maggie sure was hairy, hairier than you but your armpits are perfect," Kenny opined and Betty recoiled when she saw Kenny's hand move up and start toying with the long hairs. "Nice and soft too." Kenny let his fingers lightly rake through the auburn spray, and when Betty shuddered he asked her if she was ticklish she shook her head and mumbled, "Just sensitive." "Did Uncle Dick ever do this?" Kenny asked. "Dick? Lord no. I wasn't allowed to not shave. If he ever saw me like this he would kill me," Betty said. "Uncle Dick really was a dick, wasn't he?" Kenny joked. "Honey please. You've had your fun. Besides, I'm all sweaty." "You smell fine," Kenny said. "I'll bet you taste great too." "Omigod Kenny!" Betty gasped when Kenny leaned over and with a deliberate slowness let his tongue glide over the length of her armpit from her side all the up to the inside of her bicep, all the while looking at his Aunt Betty for her reaction. "Sweet," Kenny said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Just a hint of saltiness - washed away the metallic taste of your deodorant. Secret, isn't it?" "Kenny," Betty begged as Kenny buried his face in the rounded hollow of his aunt's underarm, kissing and licking and even chewing the furry grotto before straightening up. "Now let's be honest Aunt Betty," Kenny said with his impish grin intact. "You let your armpit hair grow for me, didn't you?" "No, I swear I didn't. Just - I don't know - it's just not worth the bother. Who looks under my arms?" "Me for one," Kenny snickered. "Okay, I'll buy that but what about the blouse?" "What about it?" Betty asked. "You wore that for my benefit, didn't you?" Kenny said, and when his aunt shook her head he tipped his a bit to the side and raised his eyebrow. "Come on. You can be honest." "I guess so," Betty admitted. "When I was getting dressed and I saw this blouse hanging there and I remembered your Mom saying something about your fetish..." "My fetish?" Kenny asked with an amused expression, and after he pressed his aunt for information she told him that her sister had found some porn DVD's he had hidden in a dresser drawer. "All of them with hairy women!" her sister had squawked after she had called Betty to tell her this. "That nosy..." Kenny mumbled as he gently pulled the long hairs outward. "Well, thank you for being honest about that. I'm flattered that you want me." "Want you? Kenny, I was just having fun." "You loved it," Kenny insisted. "You loved having me stare at your pits all day, just like you love what I'm doing now, or else you would have dropped your arm down a long time ago." "Well, enough of this," Betty said as she lowered her arm. "Never enough. You're as horny as hell," Kenny declared, and when Betty shook her head he nodded downward. "What big nipples you have, Aunt Betty. Little titties - are you still a 34A? - but big nipples. Kenny's aunt glanced down and saw her nipples which were clearly visible even through the blouse and bra, and then Kenny's hands were coming up and pinching the stubs lightly. "Honey," Betty sobbed, and the tear that trickled down her cheek was real. "Please." "Please what, Aunt Betty?" Kenny asked. "Please stop? Please leave?" "I don't know," Betty said as she raised her dewy eyes and looked at Kenny. "I don't know what's coming over me." "Give me your hand, Aunt Betty," Kenny asked, and after her took her sweaty palm he brought it down to the bulge in his jeans and pressed it against the lump which dragging it all the way over to wear it finally ended. "Well?" Kenny said as he watched his aunt look down in shock when she saw the snake-like tube she had just been forced to grope through the clothing. "What do you think Aunt Betty?" Kenny asked confidently. "I'm not a little boy anymore, am I?" "No," Betty mumbled. "So what next?" Kenny asked as his palms lightly grazed the swollen nipples through the fabric. "I can either leave or you can tell me to stay." "Then again," Kenny said after an awkward silence. "If you would rather not talk you could just point to the door, or just raise your other arm up and grab the cabinet." "Thought so," Kenny whispered as his aunt's face flushed while he lifted her other arm. "Now what do you want me to do?" "Whatever you want," Betty gasped as Kenny's fingers raked through her underarm. "Tell me," Kenny insisted. "Tell me what you want me to do to your armpit. Want me to kiss it? Suck it. Lick it?" "Yes," his aunt whispered. "Say it." "Want you to kiss my underarm." "Armpit. tell me you want me to suck on your armpit," Kenny corrected. "Tell me how much you liked having your hairy armpits licked." "I loved it," Betty sobbed as Kenny leaned forward. "Love you touching my armpits - licking my hairy armpits." "And when I get done you're going to take me into your bedroom where I'm going to fuck you, right?" "Yes." "Is your pussy hairy too?" Kenny asked, but his hand was already pushing under the waistband of her slacks and he got the answer he wanted. "It is hairy. Hairy and wet and just waiting for your nephew's long hard cock, isn't it?" "Yes, I want your big cock," Betty heard herself saying as she grabbed the back of Kenny's head and pushed it hard under her arm, almost fainting as her nephew devoured the sweaty hollow like an animal again, and then they were in the bedroom. *** "Kenny..." Betty purred as she struggled to pull her nephew's t-shirt out from under his jeans while Kenny watched with amusement. "Boy Aunt Betty, you want it as bad as I do, but just slow down," Kenny sighed, lifting his arms to allow his Mom's sister to pulled the shirt over his head, and after she threw the shirt aside he grabbed her wrists and put them on his smooth chest and told her to slow down. "You're almost hyperventilating." "Sorry," Aunt Betty gasped as she took a few deep breaths and let Kenny help slide her hands over his scrawny chest. "Play with my nipples," Kenny instructed his aunt while he undid his belt and let his jeans slide to the carpeting. "Pinch them. Twist them a little." "Never mind that," he playfully scolded when he saw her eyes go down to the bulge that was stretching his underwear out obscenely. "You'll get to that soon enough. Here, check this out Aunt Betty." Kenny lifted his arm and nodded over towards the little wisp of light brown hair that sprouted out of the center of the creamy hollow. "See? Your pits are way hairier than mine. Why don't you give mine a little loving, now that you know how good that feels," Kenny said but even before he finished talking his Aunt was already leaning over and kissing the sparse wisp of salty hairs, timidly at first but then licking and sucking just as enthusiastically as he had done to her. "Oh yeah," Kenny groaned as he held his aunt's face under his arm although she was doing what he wanted willingly, and after she pasted the hairs to his wet skin he moved her over to the other side. "There you go. Lick it good." After a minute Kenny pulled his aunt's face away and told her that he knew what she wanted, and like a shot the woman dropped to her knees and yanked his briefs down savagely, making his absurdly long and slender cock bounce around crazily until she grabbed it and brought it to her mouth. "Damn!" Kenny howled as his aunt's mouth went way down the sleek tube, gobbling down over half of the 9" prong before sliding her lips back up to the tip, but after her mouth made about a half dozen trips down his manhood he pulled her off and up to her feet. "Don't make me beg for it," Kenny's disheveled aunt said. "You'll get all right, but the way you were deep-throating me almost made me cum," Kenny chuckled. "Now why don't you take off your clothes for me? Nice and slow. Slower. That's it." Kenny watched as Aunt Betty peeled her blouse over her head and then reached back to unhook her bra. "Slower," Kenny repeated, and Betty took her time unhooking the harness, finally letting it slide off her shoulders and down to the floor and then cupping thee globes in her palms. "Put your hands down Aunt Betty,." Kenny insisted and then smiled at the banana boobs as they eased downward. "Nice. Love banana boobs. They're a little smaller than Mom's but bigger than I had thought they were. Squeeze them for me. Knead that soft flesh. Yeah. Now down with the slacks. Slowly. Nice legs. You always had nice legs. They look shaved." "No, I mean, I never had very hairy legs, and the hair doesn't grow any more now that I'm an old..." "Mature. You're a mature woman," Kenny interrupted as his aunt stepped out of her slacks and nervously shifted her weight from side to side. "Now you're going to take those panties down but slowly. So slow that I can hardly tell they're coming down." "That's it," Kenny said approvingly as she did what he asked. "Do you have a treasure trail, Aunt Betty?" "What's that?" It's hair that goes from under your belly button down to your bush," Kenny explained. "Um - a little," Betty mumbled. "So I see," Kenny noted as the little row of brown hairs came in view, and then as the panties came lower the timberline of her wide triangle of brown fur came into view. "Gorgeous. You've got big pussy lips too, don't you? I can see them even though you've got a hairy snatch. I'll bet they're wet too. Are they?" "Yes," Betty said as she stepped out of her panties. "You know they are. You know how wet I am - how bad I want it. Need it." "No. tell me more," Kenny chuckled as he kept his distance from his Aunt Betty, relishing the way she watched his cock swaying wildly as he shifted his weight slowly from foot to foot. "What? I already told you how bad I want it. I told you," Aunt Betty. "Why are you torturing me like this?" "It's called building up anticipation," Kenny said as he made his cock spring up and down, sending a rope of pre-cum off the tip and onto the carpet. "It will make it all the better when I do fuck you. First though, I want to hear about that day at the family picnic." "What about it?" Betty asked. "Play with your tits while we talk," Kenny directed, and although she exhaled and looked frustrated she did as he asked. "That day at the picnic. Out in the kitchen when I asked you if you recalled my old girlfriend Maggie, you said you remembered her - vaguely I think was the word you used." "Yes." "That wasn't exactly right though, was it Aunt Betty?" "What do you mean?" Betty asked as she cupped her doughy orbs in her palms. "You remember Maggie quite well, don't you?" Kenny asked with a salacious grin., and when she didn't respond his prodded more. "Come on - let's be honest." "Yes," Betty said. "I remember her." "She was right," Kenny said as he shook his head. "Maggie told me that you kept staring at her." "I wasn't..." "She asked me if you were a lesbian, not only because you kept checking her out but you engaged her in a conversation and the stuff you talked about? Damn." "I was just trying to be nice to the girl," Betty protested. "She looked so young and intimidated by my sister. Your mother was so mean to her and..." "Maybe. Maybe that's part of it," Kenny thought aloud. "I also thought about maybe part of it was you being jealous of Maggie because you wanted me too. Maybe you had wanted me for a while but were afraid to admit it." Betty's shoulders slumped as the two stared at each other before Kenny spoke. "Silence speaks louder than words sometimes, Aunt Betty." "Sorry," Betty whispered. "I know I'm sick." "Don't apologize Aunt Betty. You're going to get what you want - what we both want very soon but one more thing. Maggie said that not only did you spend a lot of time looking at her, but when you cornered her over by the keg she said she thought you were trying to look down her blouse at her breasts." "I..." "I laughed and told Maggie than she was crazy, or maybe you weren't looking at her tits but FOR them," Kenny chortled. "Boy, you've got kinda small tits but hers are even smaller and she doesn't have big nipples like you do. You know, when I would tie her wrists to the headboard and stretch her out her little titties just about disappeared and with those hairy armpits she looked a little like a guy." "Is that what you plan on doing to me?" Betty sniffed. "Use me and then mock me afterwards?" "I'm not mocking her. Hell, even when she did look androgynous that didn't keep me from getting hard, so what does that say about me?" Kenny noted. "I did like you taking her under her wing and being nice. Asking her such personal questions, like if she didn't shave just because that's what I wanted, and telling her that you thought she was really brave to be natural like that during this era." "Kenny..." "Telling her about how when you were young you didn't shave but caved in after a while because people teased you too much," Kenny said and then ended by asking, "Did you really ask Maggie if she had a lot of hair between her legs?" "Did she tell you that?" "Was she lying?" Kenny asked and then when no answer was forthcoming he said, "Didn't think so." "I'm sorry," Betty said contritely. "The truth will set you free, Aunt Betty, Kenny said as he came up to his aunt and embraced her, and as their bodies ground together he kissed her like he had always wanted and like she hadn't been in a long time." Betty's knees almost buckled as she nearly swooned when Kenny's tongue found her own and his erect cock was crushed between them, pointing upward as he slowly moved them back until the edge of the mattress was at her legs. "I'll probably cum fast the first time," Kenny informed his aunt as he eased down over her after her back hit the bedding. "Don't worry though, because I can keep it up all night. Now just relax." "Kenny honey," Betty started to babble. "Please be gentle. It's been years since - you know. And you're so..." "What am I, Aunt Betty? Big?" Kenny asked as the tip of his arching prong pushed into his aunt's wet sex, but she only answered with a howl as her nephew slid his cock into the tight and long-neglected pussy. "Yeah!" Kenny sighed as he kept easing his cock into his Aunt Betty's writhing body, savoring every second as she contorted beneath him, her eyes wide open and then rolling back in her head as Kenny's cock went where none had ever reached before. "Omigod!" Betty squealed as she looked up at Kenny who was suspended above her with his hands near the sides of her head. "No no no!" Kenny slowly retracted his cock from the fold that seemed too tight to belong to a woman of 51, all the way out and then slid himself all the way in once more. "Too big for you?" Kenny asked as he forced all 9" of throbbing cock into Betty, who answered with a violent shake of her head as she clawed at his arms. "You're going to cum, aren't you?" Kenny chuckled as he just began to get into a rhythm and saw his aunt arch her back while every vein in her neck bulged. His answer came in the form of Betty's pussy practically crush his member while she cried out, and as her sex kept contracting around his cock Kenny lost control, sending volley after volley of his hot seed deep into Betty. "Oh honey," Betty sobbed as Kenny eased down on top of her, his cock spent but still inside of her. "That was so good." "We haven't even started yet," Kenny assured his aunt as he rolled over onto his side and faced Betty. "Kenny honey, I'm all sweaty," she said after her nephew lifted her arm and gently kissed her. "Like a rain forest," Kenny said as he nibbled around the sweet and salty spray of hairs. "Get used to a little kinky Aunt Betty. Before I leave you'll have done things you never even dreamed of." As he spoke Kenny climbed up on his knees and worked his way over until he was straddling his aunt's face while facing her feet, his flaccid cock pointing down to her lips while his balls brushed her eyes. "Open wide," Kenny instructed, and as Betty parted her lips and her nephew dropped the long slender tube into her mouth he continued. "I can usually get it up again in 5 minutes for a round 2. That's it, suck it hard. Let it slip down your throat a little while I work on your tits." Aunt Betty's Kitchen Kenny grabbed Aunt Betty's breasts by the nipples and slowly raised them up, her body reacting but not fighting the rather rough handling. Betty kept sucking even though her breasts ached from being stretched upward, and when Kenny's grip twisted the pliant flesh her whole body twitched. "Yeah, we both like this, don't we?" Kenny asked as he kept roughing up Aunt Betty's tits, and when his cock got too engorged to stay in Betty's mouth in that position he pulled it out. "Suck my balls," he instructed as his prong bobbed over her neck, and smiled when he felt his left nut get taken in to the warm and wet orifice. Yeah!" "Work the right one," Kenny groaned as he lifted up a bit and shifted so she could suck on the other pungent ball, and after she had nursed on that on Kenny lifted himself up again. "Now stick your tongue out, Aunt Betty," Kenny said. "Right there in the spot under my balls. Now I'm going to get you have a taste. A bit of a snack, but don't worry. I'll let you have all you want later." Betty got out a word too muffled to understand as Kenny shifted hiss hips forward until her tongue in the crack of her nephew's ass and then rubbing on his puckered ring. "Fuck!" Kenny grunted. "Dip it in. Aww!" "Later for that," Kenny announced and climbed off of his aunt before arranging her onto her hands and knees and preparing to take her from behind. Kenny looked at his aunt's anus, the brown ring surrounded by dark brown hairs and wondered whether she had ever taken it up the ass, before tonight that is. Kenny knew he was going to take his aunt anally before he left, but for now he was going to enjoy some more of that tight pussy so he slid his cock into Betty from behind, making her gasp at being impaled from this different angle. "There we go," Kenny sighed as he hung over his aunt's back, her arms reaching around Betty so his hands could cup her hangers, kneading the doughy globes as he got into a steady rhythm and felt her respond in kind. "Sweet!" *** "Nice," Kenny declared as she looked at his Aunt Betty who was resting on her hip beside him, letting her tongue glide over the little wisp of hair under his arm. "Just as nice to give as it is receive, isn't it? See, I'm getting hard again." Betty glanced down at Kenny's cock and was not surprised to see that while not erect, the long snake was lengthening as he rested on his stomach. She let her hand slide down between her nephew legs so she could hold his balls, and as she rolled his nuts in her palm so wondered how many times could this boy perform in one night. "You can't get enough of it, can you?" Kenny asked, and Betty didn't know how to answer because she didn't really want more if the way her body felt was any measure. Her jaw ached from sucking on Kenny's cock, and her sex was sore as well, having taken three loads of Kenny's sap including a savage coupling that she was just as responsible for as the boy was. Betty had taken another orgasm down her throat as well, and her left arm was almost stuck to her side since Kenny had filled her armpit with semen after rubbing his cock in her pit hair. "How do you want it next time?" Kenny asked after lifting her face out from under her arm. "Let's just relax honey," Betty said, having become perfectly happy doing what she was doing, having become more than willing to indulge her nephew in his armpit fetish, although she was beginning to wonder whether she was indulging him or herself since she had grown fond of this herself. Such a man in many ways, Betty mused as she glanced down at his remarkable penis coming back to life before going back to licking Kenny's armpit, pasting the little cluster of hairs to his skin, yet so boyish in others. Odd that a young man could have so little body hair, Betty thought while nibbling under her nephew's arm, the salty skin oozing some kind of pheromone that she was finding irresistible. Was it different for Kenny when he licked and chewed on her much furrier hollows? What would that be like? What was it like when Kenny lavished affection in that girl Maggie's armpits, Betty wondered, the sight of those impossible bushy armpits still fresh in her mind. What would it be like to be doing this to her instead of Kenny? "Damn!" Betty said as the phone rang, and when she looked over at the number she groaned, "It's your mother." "Well, maybe your should let go of her son's balls long enough to talk to her. She is your sister." Betty rolled her eyes and reached over to grab the phone, wincing as the dried semen ripped apart under her arm. "Hello Ellen," Betty said in as normal a voice as she could manage, not easy when Kenny had his hand between her legs. "Oh yes, Kenny's been a doll. Such a help. You know, I think he's going to be too tired to drive home tonight, so you might want to suggest to him to stay here." "Let me go find him," Betty said after more idle chat. "He's busy somewhere." "She wants to talk to you," Betty said to Kenny while holding her hand over the receiver. "Okay, but first get on your back," Kenny said as he took the phone and held it tight in his palm while he got over his aunt's face. "I want that talented tongue of yours to rim me." "What's a rim?" Betty said as his balls rolled over her face. "Oh no - Kenny..." "Ssh! Get licking. I want to feel that tongue deep in my bowels," Kenny said, and only when he felt her tongue working in the crack did he start talking to his mother. "Hi Mom!" Kenny chirped while wiggling his butt into his aunt's face. "It's going great here. Aunt Betty? Oh, she's digging around somewhere. You know her. Busy as a beaver." Betty Foreman's tongue was aching, yet she found it impossible to refuse Kenny anything, even this vile act which both repulsed and excited her. Kenny kept talking while reaching down to grab her nipple to pull her breast up with, and the pain and pleasure was tough to separate. "Maggie called?" Kenny said loud enough for Betty to hear. "What did she want? Oh well. Look, I gotta go. Aunt Betty is going to make me eat something pretty soon. I'll stay. See you tomorrow." "Okay Aunt Betty," Kenny said after hanging up the phone, and as he pulled away from the flushed face of his aunt Kenny announced that it was his turn. "Lift that butt up," Kenny said as she pried Betty chubby butt cheeks apart. "Oh yeah, you have a nice halo of hair around that sweet little knot. Looks good enough to eat." "OH!" Betty cried out when she felt her nephew's tongue licking her anus. "You like it, don't you Aunt Betty?" "Yes," Betty said, her voice chattering. "Tell me," Kenny said as he spat into her crack. "Tell me what you want." "Want it," Betty groaned as her hands dug into the sheets. "Lick my anus. Eat my ass. OMIGOD!" Betty squealed as she felt her nephew's tongue burrow into the knot, and then she was squirming as Kenny dipped a finger into the hole. "Ow!" Betty cried out when Kenny entered another finger into her, and then when she felt him climbing behind her she pleaded, "No Kenny! Please. I can't!" "Don't tell me you never took it up the ass," Kenny snapped as he poked at the furry ring with the tip of his cock. "Once, but your uncle - he wasn't nearly as big as you are," Betty pleaded. "Uncle Dick had a little dick huh?" Kenny sneered just before pushing the cone of his tool into the orifice lubed only with spit. "Well, I'm not thick, so this won't hurt that much." Kenny leaned forward, and as he pushed his cock into the hot and steamy vice that was his aunt's rectum, she let out a scream before Kenny pushed her face into the bedding. "Oh fuck you're tight!" Kenny groaned as he probed the nearly virgin territory, and it was so snug that he came way faster than he wanted to. "Wasn't so bad, was it Aunt Betty?" Kenny whispered into her ear as his spent member slithered out of her anus. "Next time will be better." "It hurt honey," Betty sobbed as her nephew embraced her, her savaged orifice still throbbing although the sap drooling out of her sore ring was soothing. "Well, let's get some rest now," Kenny cooed. "Next weekend will be special too." "What do you mean?" "Mom said Maggie called. You remember Maggie - vaguely," Kenny said with a snicker. "I thought you broke up with her," Betty replied. "I did, but she still comes around looking for it," Kenny responded. "I told her that maybe the two of us could come over here next weekend and have fun with you." "Me? You want me and that girl..." "Woman," Kenny said. "She's 18 now." "I could never..." "You've never been with another girl?" Kenny asked. "Well - when I was young but..." "It's like riding a bike Aunt Betty. Just think, instead of straining your neck trying to look down her blouse you can see them right in front of you. You can feel them - so little - they're about the size of lemons, or maybe even limes," Kenny explained. "And wait until you see her bush!" Kenny continued. "You might think you've got a hairy pussy but Maggie? You won't believe it when you see it." "I think you have a warped view of me," Betty Foreman said in summing up the indignation she thought a 51 year old woman should have when a nephew barely more than a third her age started giving her orders. "And you also have a distorted view of what I'm going to do." "That so?" "Yes," Betty sniffed as she nestled her face into Kenny's neck. "What we did today? That was an aberration. You caught me at a vulnerable time." "Hmmm." "No matter how charming and persuasive you seem to think you are, I have the ability to say no," Betty added before trying to fall asleep. "I do." "Hmmm," Kenny said as his aunt snuggled up to him, her pussy pressed against his flaccid tube, his Cheshire cat smile clear if his Aunt Betty had opened her eyes. "Hmmm." **** thank you for reading Aunt Betty's Visit Ch. 01 Every once in a while something happens in life that really seems quite strange. That was the case with my cousin Brad when we were both about 20. I never thought I'd be sharing this story with anyone. Since he and I were pretty close at the time and to some degree still are, I don't want to do anything to hurt or embarrass him. And the chance of him reading this exact posting on Literotica is so slim that I don't think I will. Just in case, I'm not going to give out cities and I've changed a name or two. If you do happen to read this, Brad, please forgive me for revealing secrets even though it was over 20 years ago. The year was 1982. I was 19. It was just Mom and I and we lived in a rather comfortable, though somewhat small two bedroom apartment. When we walked in the front door our bedrooms were to the right and the living room, kitchen and a sliding door to a small deck to the left. We had our couch facing the sliding glass door with a chair on each side of it. You couldn't see the front of the couch from the kitchen. (I had taken advantage of this from time to time, too.) The TV was in a corner by the glass door. The bathroom was right in between the two bedrooms. Both bedrooms were the same size and each had a window, so Mom just took the first one when we moved in and I took the second. We rarely had overnight guests. On rare occasions when we did, it was usually family. Sometimes Mom and I would share a bed. Other times one of us would take the couch. It just depended on who was visiting and what accommodations they needed. Towards the end of summer Aunt Betty called and asked if we'd be interested in having company for about ten days. She and her son Brad, who was 22 at the time, had some time before he went back to college and were hoping to visit Mom and me. Mom and Aunt Betty hadn't had more than three hours at a time together in the last five years. And they were so close growing up that Mom agreed in a heartbeat. So the plans were made - Aunt Betty and Brad would drive up on Friday night and stay until a week from Sunday. Mom had some vacation time coming and arranged to take that time off work. The local community college I was attending was out for a while, too. So it would be the four of us all week. Brad and I had always gotten along well growing up. In our early years we lived very close to each other. We had played house as kids. We rode bikes together, played baseball sometimes. We played cards, shared ideas and dreams. We liked the same kinds of movies and TV shows. He was a lot like a brother to me. There were lots of times that one of us knew what the other was thinking before it was spoken. But that was to end. I was twelve when Mom and I had to move. Since then Brad and I had kept in touch, but had grown apart. We just weren't near as close as before. And of course there's the puberty thing - he became interested in girls for more than an outfielder and I had become interested in boys for more than a pretend husband playing house. With them coming to visit, I had hopes of rekindling the friendship from our childhood, of once again being very close to my cousin. Mom and I cleaned all week. We wanted to be rested so we could sit up and visit if everyone wanted when the time came. And though it seemed so long, Friday was finally here. We really didn't expect Aunt Betty and Brad before 8 or 9 that night, thinking that Aunt Betty had to work all day. Aunt Betty had managed to get off work three hours early, though. It was right at 5 p.m. when they knocked on our door. Everyone was so excited, so happy. There were lots of hugs. I didn't think Aunt Betty was going to let go of me. Brad seemed to hold me long and snug for quite some time too. At one point Mom and Aunt Betty were both teary-eyed. Reality was here - Aunt Betty and Brad were going to be with us nearly ten days and nine nights! Aunt Betty told Brad to go get their luggage and I volunteered to walk out with him in case I could help. Brad was accepting. I probably talked his ear off the entire walk, so anxious to 'catch up' on things. How was the trip? How's everyone back home? How was school? Did he have a girl friend? And dozens of other questions. Brad answered the questions but seemed quieter than I remembered. We had a simple dinner that evening. I don't remember what it was, but I do remember that we visited the whole time we prepared and ate dinner. And as Mom and I anticipated, we all sat up visiting well into the evening. It was just about midnight when Brad asked about sleeping arrangements. Mom spoke up right away. "Your mom and I will sleep in my room. Sheila has her own room. Brad, I hope you don't mind the couch too terribly. If so, maybe you can arm-wrestle Sheila for her bed." Brad smiled while the rest of us laughed at the comment. We all took Brad's question as a signal to wind it down for the evening. Aunt Betty and Mom went into her room and closed the door. I told Brad good night and told him again how glad I was that they were visiting, then went to my room. As I was drifting off to sleep I could hear the TV on. But I was wondering what all we might do in the coming week. Being an early riser, I was up around 7 even after being up well past 1 a.m. Mom came out of her room just about the same time. She was never very shy, so it didn't surprise me when Mom went to the kitchen to make coffee in just a very thin, short nightie. I walked to the front of the couch in my baby-doll and matching robe to wake Brad up and that woke me up a bit. He was lying on his back with only a sheet covering him. And the tent in the sheet told me he didn't have anything else on either. I decided to have a bit of fun. I leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Hey, sexy. Are you dreaming about me?" He stirred a bit. Until now I'd never had erotic feelings towards Brad. But that seemed to change almost suddenly. I kissed him on the cheek to try to wake him up a bit more. Just as I stood up from that Aunt Betty came out of Mom's room in a somewhat heavy robe. I decided to cool it and shook his shoulder gently. "Come on sleepy head." Brad suddenly woke up some and realized where he was. When he saw me standing there he thrust his hands over his groin hiding what I'd already seen. His face turned deep red. I mouthed the words "I'm sorry" and turned and went to the kitchen. Brad wrapped the sheet around him and practically ran to the bathroom to get dressed. There was enough commotion that Mom asked what was going on. Aunt Betty commented that Brad sometimes slept real hard and wouldn't remember where he was when he woke up; that I'd probably startled him. I thought to myself "Yes, I startled him, but not like that!" None of us women bothered to get dressed before breakfast. Over breakfast we talked about the news and lots of trivial things. We discussed possibilities for the day. Finally Aunt Betty and Mom decided they wanted to check out a newer mall in the next town. I was game for that. When we asked Brad, though, he said he wanted to just stay put that day. He said he wasn't feeling on top of the world and that if he got to feeling better, he might go for a swim. I was afraid I had embarrassed him so bad he didn't want to be around me. Though Aunt Betty and Mom tried to change his mind, I just stayed out of it. The three of us got dressed and told Brad we'd see him that evening, that it was an hour and a half drive to the mall and not to worry about us. Mom told him where to find everything he needed to fix himself lunch. Then we were off. On the way out of the neighborhood Aunt Betty spotted a garage sale. We ended up not going to the mall, but rather to garage sale after garage sale for the next couple of hours. We found a few bargains and had a lot of fun. I hadn't seen Mom that relaxed and happy in years. As the morning neared an end we decided to go back to the apartment for lunch instead of eating out. Well, that was the event that changed everything - for the day and for the week, and in some ways the rest of our lives. As polite as Mom is, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, then let Aunt Betty go in first with me following. We stopped in our tracks facing the sliding glass door. I think all three of us let our jaws hit the ground for a second or two. Brad was just coming in the sliding door - wearing one of my dresses with obvious signs of a bra and hose under it as well as a pair of my heels. His face turned the darkest shade of red I think I've ever seen. Aunt Betty started to yell, but Mom managed to stop her. Mom always has been pretty level headed, and I have to say I thought she handled the situation magnificently. "Betty, please take your things to my room, then come back in and sit down. Sheila, please fix us all an ice tea, then sit on the couch. Brad, please sit down on in the chair so we can all four talk." Brad hung his head and asked to go change first, but Mom would hear nothing of it. She told him that we could all talk while he was dressed as he was, that there were several things bothering her. She went on to say that she suspected there were things bothering him and Aunt Betty, too. Brad started to argue, but Mom just pointed to the chair. I knew better than to say anything then - when Mom pointed, she had taken all she was going to take. Brad must have sensed that, too, because he went and sat down. Aunt Betty came out of the bedroom just as he sat down. She went over and sat on the couch. I took the ice tea over and set it on the coffee table, then took my seat on the couch about the same time Mom sat down in the other chair. I studied Brad while I put some sweetener in my tea. Brad was a pretty fair size man. But then he came from a "healthy" family. Mom and Aunt Betty are both rather large ladies. And even at 19, it looked like I'd be at least as big as they were if I didn't eat another bite. Now it seemed that Brad took advantage of at least one of our sizes. He had on an older pair of my dress heels and a pair of panty-hose, though I had no idea if they were mine, Mom's or Aunt Betty's. It was very obvious he had a bra on, all stuffed up. And he had chosen to try one of my favorite dresses - a rather thin but not quite transparent one that buttoned in the back from the waist up. There was a hint of my perfume in the air, too. Maybe I stared at him some, but he avoided all eye contact with all three of us. "Brad, I'm very disappointed in you. But I want to see if you can tell me why." There was a long, awkward silence. You could have heard a pin drop. The Brad, in a bit more than a whisper and still facing the floor said "Because I'm a pervert." There was another pause before Mom spoke. "No Brad. And unfortunately you just gave me another reason to be disappointed. Sheila, what's my number requirement in this house?" Hearing my name snapped me out of my watching (staring at?) Brad. But I didn't have to hesitate "It's trust and respect, Mom." "That's right. Brad, you broke our trust. Sheila and I live by a couple of rules, a couple that we thought you and your mother lived by, too. One of them is that you always ask permission before using something of someone else. When you don't, that breaks the trust, the trust that even your own things will be save. I know your mother was raised that way and I'm sure she at least tried to raise you that way. I know this is going to sound crazy to you right now, but I'll bet if you would have asked that Sheila would have let you borrow almost anything in her room you wanted. But now I know I'm going to have a hard time trusting you and I imagine that Sheila is too. And your mother may have the hardest time of all. "The second rule I've always had is that whenever Sheila or any of her friends want to try something out of the ordinary in my home they have to ask permission. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that it has been rare that I've said no. My goal is her and her friends' safety. And I feel the same way about you. You called yourself a 'pervert'. That's the violation of the respect issue. You don't respect yourself or your own desires when you talk like that. Just because you want to try something different doesn't make you a pervert. "Well, enough of a lecture. Now I want some answers. First, what made you want to dress in Sheila's clothes or whoever else's' you might have on?" No one spoke for nearly two minutes. "Brad, none of us are doing anything else until you answer all of my questions. Now, what made you want to dress as a lady?" Brad spoke very softly "I like the feel of the clothes." Silence "And it makes me feel more care free." "So this isn't the first time you've 'borrowed' someone else's clothes without asking?" "No Ma'am." "Brad, I know this is hard to talk about in front of your mother, but when did you start trying on women's clothes?" "When I was 14." "Whose clothes?" "Mom's." "Go on, tell me more." Brad looked up with tears in his eyes, the expression on his face saying "Do I have too?" But he continued when my Mom nodded. "On the days when Mom went to work and left the laundry for me to do, I'd wear her things around the house all day. Sometimes I'd even get a dress out of her closet or a nightie out of her drawer." Suddenly he looked directly into Aunt Betty's face and burst into tears. "I'm sorry Momma." With that, my Mom walked over to him and put her arms around him, giving him one of those hugs that had comforted me so many times. It was as if she was saying to him "It's OK, Brad. You have nothing to be sorry for now. You're forgiven. And we all love you." Mom held him like that for several minutes. When he had calmed down Mom sat back down and the conversation continued. "So, Brad, do you like wearing women's clothes?" In a calmer, more normal voice Brad answered "Yes." "Do you do it for sexual excitement?" Brad started blushing again. "What?" "Do you jerk off when you're dressed up?" Brad looked at my mom, then his, then at me and then back at my mom. In a very quiet voice he answered "sometimes." "Have you today?" "No." "What do you dream of when you do? Brad hung his head a little and kind of mumbled. "I wonder what it would be like to be able to wear panties and bras and hose every day. Maybe even ladies blouses and skirts or slacks. And heels." "Is that all, Brad? And please speak so we don't have to strain our ears to hear you." Brad hesitated. "No Aunt Jenny." "Well, go on then." "I fantasize about having breasts." "So that's what you're thinking about when you get off. Hmmmm." There was a silence, though not as awkward as a while earlier when Mom was waiting on Brad's answer. Then she seemed to change the subject. "Brad, I'm still really troubled with the fact that you took something of someone else's for your own use with out asking. But I admire your honesty. It takes a special male to sit in front of his mother, aunt and cousin and admit the things you just have. What would you do if you had a chance to wear only women's clothes for a week? What would you be willing to give up?" Brad looked up in disbelief, probably at being asked this question. His tone perked a bit as he answered "Anything I have to - I'd give anything to try it!" Mom looked directly at Aunt Betty. "Betty, would you be OK if we allow Brad to dress your entire stay here?" Aunt Betty looked a bit shell shocked. I wasn't sure I'd heard right-Mom asked about Brad wearing women's clothes for over a week? It surprised me that it didn't take Aunt Betty long to agree. Mom looked back at Brad and began laying out the rules. "Brad, I'm sure your mother, my sister will agree with me on everything I have to say. We're going to treat you like 'one of the girls' the rest of your stay. We're not going to try to make you look 'passable', though we'll play with some make up. You'll just have to be content to have a boyish face. We will allow you to dress like a woman all week. But there are going to be just a very few rules for you to follow. You may write down them down if you like, but they are going to be rather simple. First, you must ask permission before borrowing each piece of clothing. The only exception is if something is offered to you. Otherwise we'll expect to hear your request to borrow very specific items. 'Sheila, may I wear your tan sweater today?' Or 'Aunt Jenny, may I wear your purple panties with the lace trim?' "Second, you are not allowed to be alone anywhere the rest of your stay here. You've proved to us that we cannot trust you. So one of us will always be with you...." Brad basically interrupted Mom right there. "But what about when I need to use the bathroom or shower? Or changing clothes?" Mom continued: "You should have thought of that this morning. And if you're thinking 'how will I be able to jack off', you may ask permission if you really, really believe you have to. You may or may not be given permission. And again, at least one of us will be in the room with you." (The look on Brad's face at that moment was priceless!! I've never before or since seen a man's eyes so wide and face so red.) "Rule three - we're not going to change any plans. You will just go through with all the plans wearing whatever clothes you have available. You will be in public places at times. You will have to make the best of it. "And finally, there will be no 'safety net'. If you really want to go through with this, you'll pack up every male item you have. Then your mother and I will help make sure none of it is accessible to you. "Brad, are you willing to give all of this up to dress up for the week?" Brad nodded his head yes. "Sheila, please go get a pair of your jeans, a rather plain blouse and a pair of tennis shoes for Brad. Brad, while Sheila is doing that, put all of your own things in your suitcase and close it up. Both of you get right back here then." We both went and did what we were told and were back in the living room within a minute or two. "Brad, take Sheila's dress off and put her jeans and blouse on." Brad started to go to the bathroom to change. "No. Right here. In front of us. And you might as well get used to it, because you will be changing in front of at least one of us every time you change." That got my attention. Maybe I'd get more views of what I saw this morning! I wondered about sleeping arrangements at that point but didn't want to say anything. The three of us watched Brad take my dress off and hang it up properly on a hanger. He stood there in hose, heels and one of my bras, stuffed somewhat full. He started to take the stuffing out but Mom stopped him. "Brad, you said you fantasize about having breasts. You're going to have them this week. Leave the stuffing alone." Brad suddenly didn't look quite as enthusiastic. "Get dressed - we have places to go!" Brad pulled my jeans on. I picked a powder blue blouse from my closet for him. I had forgotten that it had some embroidered flowers and a bit of lace on the front until he held it up to look at it. I started to reach for it to get a different one, but Mom sensed what I was doing and motioned for me to be still. Brad slowly put it on, then sat down and took off my heels and put on the tennis shoes. Mom looked around at all of us, smiled real big and asked Brad if he had packed all of his male things. He answered yes, and she told him to get his suitcase and let's go then! Brad seemed nervous, but this was his dream, wasn't it!? We all got in the car and Mom headed out of the apartment complex. I think I had a silly grin on my face, sitting across the back seat from my cousin and seeing him in my clothes was so odd. The conversation in the car was a bit more relaxed than it had been in the apartment. But Mom and Aunt Betty agreed that if Brad was to be 'one of the girls' for the week that he needed a feminine name. They both started tossing out names: Lee, his middle name; Brenda, a name sounding similar to his own; Bobbie, one of his cousin's names that could be male or female. That got us going with "Kim", "Gerry", "Sam" and several others. Then Aunt Betty declared that it should be an obviously feminine name, not something gender-neutral. That surprised me coming from his mother, but I could understand her point. It was pretty obvious, too, that she and Mom would make the decision. They discussed it more while we "youngsters" listened. Soon it was decided that for now Brad would be "Leeann". Lee was his middle name and Ann his mother's. And this seemed pretty feminine. Aunt Betty's Visit Ch. 01 I hadn't paid much attention to where we were during the conversation until now. Mom was pulling into the biggest full-service grocery store in the county. We didn't usually shop here and I wondered why we would be getting groceries now since we weren't going home anytime soon. But Mom would answer that soon enough. "Leeann, there's one more thing you have to do before your mother and I are going to believe that you really want to go through with this. If you have anything other than a driver's license with you, put it in your suitcase. That includes your wallet. This is the only place in the area I know of that you can ship a package on Saturday. If you really, truly want to be treated like a sissy, like one of the girls, here is what you do. Choose one of us to go into the store with you. You will personally ask to ship your suitcase back to your home address. Be sure to address it to 'Leeann'. After you've answered all the questions and fill out all the paperwork, you'll ask the one of us with you to borrow enough money to ship it. We'll give you the money and you will complete the transaction. When you walk back to the car without your suitcase, we'll all know you're 100% committed to this." Brad, or should I say Leeann was speechless. We all sat there in silence for quite some time. Then Aunt Betty suggested we give him 2 more minutes to decide. When he heard that, he quietly asked for the key to the trunk and if Aunt Betty would go inside with him. Both got out of the car, he got the suitcase and we watched them walk towards the door. "Mom, do you think he'll really do it? And what ever gave you the idea to punish him like this? That had to be embarrassing for him to sit there in front of his own mother and talk about masturbating! I remember how hard it was for me to talk to you about it and we're even the same sex." "Sheila, we'll find out soon if he'll do it. And I doubt if he considers this punishment. I'll bet he's asking to masturbate by the end of tomorrow." Knowing Mom couldn't see the back seat well at all I was rubbing myself somewhat hard through my clothes, imagining hearing Brad ask to masturbate and that just possibly I would be able to watch him. I hadn't been in fantasy land very long before we saw Aunt Betty and Leeann walk out of the store. I say Leeann because there was no suitcase to be seen. Aunt Betty told us that Leeann did just as he had been told. Aunt Betty said that she even checked the shipping labels to be sure they said "Leeann". When Mom asked her if there were any reactions to Leeann's appearance, Aunt Betty volunteered that several people looked twice at him and that one or two pointed. She said the most obvious, though, was the person in line in front of them: when she turned around, she bumped into Leeann. When the lady saw his face, she looked a second time at his chest and didn't try to keep quiet when she said "I wish my boobs were as big as yours, boy!" Mom and I laughed at that. I kind of felt bad for Brad in a way, but I was starting to realize that he had brought this upon himself. Mom headed for the open highway for us to go to the next city. Our conversations the next hour plus were nothing remarkable, just every day chit-chat. Every once in a while I'd have to grin as I looked at Leeann, wondering how well he was going to handle whatever else Mom and Aunt Betty had in mind. Rather than go straight to the mall Mom suggested we stop and get gas first and she pulled into the first station she found. Leeann (it was strange getting used to calling Brad that!) said that was good because he had to go to the bathroom. As soon as he said it he got this funny look on his face, so I asked him what was wrong. Aunt Betty didn't give him a chance to answer. "Yes, son, you'll be going to the bathroom with one of us. No, you won't be allowed to even close the stall door. We can't chance you jacking off, now can we?" Leeann's face turned red at Aunt Betty's comments. He rather dutifully got out of the car and while Mom started pumping the gas the rest of us walked into the station. The attendant smiled real big when he saw us, or should I saw when he saw Leeann. Aunt Betty led us right past him and right into the ladies room. I had to kind of push Leeann when we reached the door, but he knew better than to resist too much. I went into a stall to take care of business. I heard Aunt Betty tell Leeann that he had to sit down, that since he wanted to be feminine this week he had to do things as a woman would do them. I finished and stepped out to wash my hands. It appeared Aunt Betty was true to her word - she was standing there with the stall door open watching Leeann struggle to pull up his hose. Aunt Betty told us to wait in the store, that she'd be out in a minute. I couldn't tell where Leeann was more uncomfortable - in the Ladies' room or in the store. The clerk watched him real close. Leeann was obviously trying not to make eye contact with him. In some ways it was really cute! Mom came in just as Aunt Betty came out of the ladies' room. Mom told Leann and me to go on to the car, that they'd be out soon. Leeann walked briskly out and towards the car only for us to both find it locked. I tried to make small talk with him to take his mind off of the situation. Looking back I think that deep inside this must have been what he wanted. It was three or four minutes before everyone got back in the car and Mom headed toward the mall. I was a bit surprised when we drove past it, but Mom explained. She had a good friend, Linda, that visited us every couple of months. I knew Linda and Mom had been friends since their teens, but what I didn't know was that Linda owned and operated a full service beauty salon. With Aunt Betty's full approval, we were on our way there for Leann to get a body wax. I giggled out loud and asked playfully if we'd all be able to watch while I watched the expression on Leeann's face change. Once at Linda's shop it seemed we were going to have to drag Leeann inside. But Linda made a fuss over how cute he was already. The older ladies stood and visited a few minutes while Leeann and I sat down. I assured him that it only hurt for a little while, that he'd be fine. Then Linda came over to us, had Leeann stand up and explained that she had a new lady she was training that would be doing Leeann's wax. Then Linda asked which two of us would be observing. I think my jaw dropped that time and dropped farther when Mom said that it should be Aunt Betty and me! With that settled so quickly, Linda led the three of us to a large room on the side of the building where the new girl (I don't remember her name) was waiting. There were stools for Aunt Betty and me to sit on. Linda told Leeann to go ahead and undress. His fingers were trembling as he undressed. The smile on Linda's and her assistant's faces were priceless. Soon Leeann was naked and laying face down on the table. I'll spare you all the details of the actual waxing, but I do want to tell you that I've not yet seen as stiff of an erection as when Leeann turned over onto his back. Once the waxing was complete, Linda stepped out of the room and left her assistant there. Leeann asked about getting dressed, but was told not to yet, that Linda might want to inspect once more. So there lay my cousin with a rock hard erection in front of his mother, me and a salon employee. When Linda finally came back in she was carrying something I didn't recognize. She started talking more to me than to Leeann, asking if I remembered her and her son visiting our house last Halloween. How could I forget - her son was dressed as a very ugly but big breasted hooker. Linda went on to explain that she had helped her son with his costume due to his own curiosity and that Leeann was going to benefit--Leeann was going to have rather large breasts attached to his body so he wouldn't have to stuff his bra all the time. Linda applied what I later learned was a special glue to Leeann's chest, then carefully placed the false breasts in place. I might add that the nipples on these were at least as big, dark and erect as Mom's, mine or anyone else's' I had seen when they were aroused. Linda told him to lay very still for fifteen more minutes, but as a reward for being so brave that she'd arrange a pedicure and a manicure. To our surprise, and even more to Leeann's, when Linda stepped out of the room another employee came in and the two started on him right there. Mom came into the now crowded room with Linda standing at the door. Linda explained to the three of us about caring for Leeann's new appendages (the glue weakened in steam, wear a bra or support so they stay in place better, etc.) and what to do if Leeann's they needed reattached. Before Linda left the room, Aunt Betty told Brad (Leeann) "Well, son, you got your wish. You have your own breasts now." We all laughed at that line. Aunt Betty and I started to leave the room but the employees stopped us, saying that it protected both Leeann and them if family members or friends were in the room until the patron was fully dressed. So we sat back down. I'm pretty sure I stared at Leeann's groin a couple of times; and at his boobs. It looked so strange. I know my crotch was damp. I came to my senses some, though, when it was time for Leeann to get dressed. At Linda's earlier suggestion he started to put my bra on first. I say started because now it was really too small. My male cousin now had bigger boobs than mine! I snickered watching him struggle to fasten it. And then I heard words I'd never heard before: a man asking for someone to help him him fasten his bra! And watching him with his panties and hose was fun, too. He was so careful about touching his cock, as though it was taboo for him to touch it. Or maybe it was that he was afraid he'd have an orgasm if he did. I hated to see that go out of sight. It had been fun watching him naked. But it was time to move on. And there would be plenty more excitement that same day at the shopping center as well as elsewhere as the week wore on. Aunt Betty and Mom were both smiling as we left the salon. Brad/Leeann seemed to be walking a bit funny, probably because of the combination of his erection and his boobs. The shopping mall was our next stop. I'd seen enough surprises in the last four or five hours that I didn't even want to guess what to expect next. And I'm glad I didn't try. Leann had no way to even begin to hide his boobs as we walked into the center court of the mall. Aunt Betty and Mom set the pace - a leisurely, relaxed one. Leeann seemed especially anxious to go into a store, probably just to get out of the potential line of sight of so many people. Instead of going into a store, we "window shopped" clear to one end of the mall and half way back. That's when Leeann and I were led into (can you guess?) a women's clothing store. The four of us browsed for a few minutes before a clerk came over to offer assistance. That's when Aunt Betty proved that she was backing this 100%. She authoritatively told the clerk that her son (and she emphasized "son") needed at least 2 bra and panty sets, a nightie, and a nice pantsuit or nice slacks/blouse combination, but that we didn't know what size. Leeann was standing right there and basically just looked down at the ground when he heard his mother speaking. The clerk led Leeann toward the sales counter at the back of the store, got out a tape measure and started to measure him. Aunt Betty interrupted and explained that he had on one of "his cousin's" bras and it seemed much too tight. She suggested measuring him topless. As you well know, stores want to make sales so they try to keep the person with the money happy. So Leeann was led into a fitting room with Aunt Betty and Mom standing just outside the door, keeping the door open enough for them to see in. Leeann dutifully took off MY blouse and bra to be measured. The clerk had a noticeable smile on her face as she turned and announced "46DD" to the three of us. I very distinctly remember this, since I thought I was big at the time wearing a 44D. (I've put on a lot of weight since then, too.) I knew Brad/Leeann was stocky and that the falsies were sizable, but this surprised me. The clerk gathered five or six different bras for Leeann to try. Aunt Betty made him come out of the fitting room in every one of them, too, but wouldn't allow the door to be closed as he changed. She reminded him that there would be no privacy because he couldn't be trusted. She and Mom basically chose the bras for Leeann, then asked for matching panties. The clerk indicated that she wasn't sure just what size due to Leeann's build, but did offer that he could try them on over his own underwear. Again Aunt Betty proved her dedication by looking directly at Leeann and telling him while the clerk was standing there that he could try them on over the panties and hose he had taken from my room. The clerk turned her back to the two of them and was basically facing me, trying to stifle her laughter. I smiled at her real big. Again, the fitting room door was never completely closed, but Leeann was never on blatant display either. Once sizes and styles were established, Mom asked the clerk if Leeann could change into these now to try on other clothes. The clerk took Mom's credit card to the register as insurance. And when the clerk said "OK," Aunt Betty asked her for a pair of hose for Leeann and a bag to put my clothes in. And even though Leeann would be naked from the waist down, the door never went completely closed! Mom and Aunt Betty stood where one would have had to strain to see in and watched him change, then bagged up all of my clothes. Aunt Betty turned to me then and asked me to sit my bag of clothes by the sales counter. I complied and walked back over to her. She then asked me to stand by the door but to keep it open. She wanted to look for slacks and blouses. Again I did as asked. Aunt Betty seemed to be shopping for a long time, so I tried to engage Leeann in conversation. Was this at all what he expected? What was going through his mind? He admitted that he never dreamed anyone would push him this far and that he was scared. He said he was scared of someone he knew well finding out about this and of people making fun of him. I tried to comfort him the only way I could think of. I reminded him I'd been fat my whole life and that you learn to ignore people making fun of you. Then he confessed something I've never told Mom or Aunt Betty: he lied about dressing up for sexual gratification. That was one of the primary purposes - to "get my rocks off" I believe were his words. (Mom and Aunt Betty pieced it together later, but I never told based on a promise I made to Brad.) Aunt Betty brought three or four outfits over for Leeann/Brad to try on. Each one had some part of it very obviously feminine in its own way, things like strategically placed lace or colors and patterns. He had to try each one on and walk out into the store to find Mom. He knew that there were several other shoppers in the store, but also knew he'd best do exactly as expected. Aunt Betty was choosing outfits as he tried them on, but wasn't showing him which ones she chose. He was trying on the last one she had for him when Mom came over smiling. Mom wanted Leeann to try on a dress and a skirt/blouse outfit "just for fun". Brad argued that he should be allowed to close the door to try these on, but was shown no mercy. In fact, I think Mom and Aunt Betty purposely moved nearer the entrance of the store because of this. I "had to" keep the door open and make sure he didn't play with himself (read as "I had the privilege of seeing his erection through his panties and hose"). After evaluating each outfit, Leeann had to come back to the fitting room and wait for anything else. Once he was out of the skirt and blouse, I stood with the door open while we waited for our mothers to pay out. Leeann was still in only a bra, panties and hose, waiting to see what he'd be wearing. Aunt Betty brought over one of the pairs of slacks he'd tried on - one that seemed very snug and had no pockets - and an very transparent white blouse, short sleeve, low cut in the front with not really a lace, but a very nice feminine trim up the front. As soon as I saw it I knew there would be no hiding his bra in the front or back! I thought I saw tears in his eyes while he was dressing. He asked what to do about his drivers license and change to which Aunt Betty responded that he'd have to carry them for now and we'd try to find him a handbag soon. She told him to get dressed and they'd meet us at the food court for a cold drink. As Leeann and I walked out of the store and toward the food court I noticed that rather than going way ahead of us that Aunt Betty and Mom were watching from a distance - watching both Leeann's actions and peoples' reactions. As you might expect, there were lots of people looking towards us with lots of different reactions. And there were a lot of people that didn't even notice. Leeann walked faster than when all four of us were together. I lagged behind a time or two so I could see what his ass looked like in those snug slacks - and it was cute. Near the food court I had opportunity to turn and look at him. He was a sight! From the neck up he looked like a teenage male with his boyish face and wavy brown hair. Below the neck to just below his waist he looked womanly with noticeable nipples (even though they were false) capping off very large breasts in a very stylish bra visible under a nearly transparent blouse neatly tucked into a pair of snug slacks. That's where the sight took a strange turn - his erect penis was very well outlined in spite of (or because of?) his hose and very snug slacks. I may have even licked my lips when I saw that! Mom seemed to just appear behind me and I'm sure she saw it too, but she looked Leeann in the face and just said "looking good!" We got a soda, found a table, sat down and just visited for a while. We visited long enough it seemed Leeann had forgotten about his situation. Mom volunteered for she and I to take all the packages to the car. It was during that walk that Mom shared with me that she had suspected Brad of trying her lingerie the last time he stayed with us. She told me about how her drawer had been rifled trough some and how there were unusual stains on one of her favorite pairs of panties. Mom also started talking about sex some. She and I have always had a very open relationship, but I wasn't sure I was ready for what I heard. She told me that one reason she looked so forward to Aunt Betty's visits was the great sex. I almost dropped the bags I was carrying. Mom and Aunt Betty!? Up to that point I'd experimented some with other girls, but this I had trouble imagining. Mom said something to the effect that Aunt Betty ate her better than any man ever has and twice as good as most. Then she added that Aunt Betty had a bit of a kinky side to her, too. We got to the car about that time and at least on some level I was very thankful that we were able to change the subject. Maybe it was because I was getting awfully turned on at this idea. While Mom had been telling me these things my imagination had even wandered to the point of me being in bed with one or both of them. The walk back to the mall wasn't as intense. Aunt Betty and Brad/Leeann were still sitting there calmly talking. We joined them and everyone seemed care-free for a while. That ended when Mom said something about finding Leeann a handbag and shoes. Leeann went from calm to very shy, maybe even nervous in half a second. But he stood and followed when Mom took the lead. We all started through the other half of the mall. I'll spare you many of the details about Brad/Leeann shopping for shoes. But I do want you to know that he tried on lots of them in all shapes, sizes and styles. And that it seemed with every pair that the bulge in the front of his slacks grew bigger. I did notice, too, in the last store he tried shoes on that a rather large wet spot appeared at the tip of his erection. I asked him in a whisper if he came. He said no, but that every time the sales lady knelt down in front of him he could see down her blouse and even see her nipples. This happened to be the store where Aunt Betty chose a basic black pump for Leeann and found a matching purse. But this time she made Leeann ask if he could wear the shoes out of the store. "Poor guy" I thought to myself! Aunt Betty's Visit Ch. 01 Now that Leeann had a few things of his own to wear Mom and Aunt Betty just wanted to browse around. I suggested that he might want to go to a sporting goods or electronics store. But Leeann insisted on staying right with the us. I bet we browsed another couple of hours in the mall before Aunt Betty suggested we go to dinner. And all the while Leeann was right with us, looking about as sexy from the neck down as I could hope for. I bet he was embarrassed by his erection though. You could tell he tried to hide it a few times with the way he carried things. While we were walking towards the restaurants, Mom said she needed to use the ladies room and suggested we should all go. There was the panicked look again! Mom took his arm and told him he had to make a choice - he could go in the ladies room with us or one of us could go into the men's room with him. He just stared straight ahead with a dumb look on his face. So Mom made the decision. We had made our way into a major store where the restrooms wouldn't be near as busy. Aunt Betty was a few steps ahead, opened the door, looked back and nodded. That was Mom's cue to take Leeann right on into the ladies room. Since Aunt Betty nodded, I was sure the facility was empty but learned otherwise upon entering--Two of the five stalls were occupied! Mom led Leeann into the first empty stall and stood there with the door open. When he first stood facing the stool, Mom grabbed his shoulder to remind him to turn around and sit down. Aunt Betty and I took care of business. I had my hands washed first so I went over to stand in Mom's place. I smiled at Leeann, who was just ready to stand up. This made the second time I was able to watch him struggle to try to position himself for comfort, get his pantyhose straight, and so on. I could so enjoy this! Aunt Betty snapped me out of my fantasies when she told Leeann to hurry up so he could wash his hands. I think a horrified look crossed Leeann's and my faces at the same time. Aunt Betty used the male pronouns and there were still other ladies in here! Leeann stepped out of the stall and to the sinks to wash. Another lady was standing there and looked very oddly at Brad/Leeann. Aunt Betty looked at her and smiled. To my amazement nothing was said. I later learned that had anything been said, Aunt Betty was going to claim that Leeann was mentally retarded and that some days the only way to keep him calm was to dress him like his Aunt. There were a couple of nice restaurants in the mall, so we decided to just eat there. Except for a few stares and the waiter looking hard at Leeann (basically trying to look down his blouse) dinner was uneventful. Dinner conversation was very relaxed and didn't focus on the events of the day. We all even had desert. And it was during desert that someone mentioned sleeping arrangements. Mom smiled real big - a smile that others might not recognize as mischievous. But I did. Then she told us that she thought she had that figured out, but it would be better to discuss it on the drive home. After hearing that I was anxious to leave. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long. We were parked on the opposite end of the mall, so Leeann had the chance to walk all the way through it one more time - this time all the way through in his own ladies shoes and carrying a purse! Leeann got his share of looks, stares, grins and giggles walking back through the mall. And we didn't go straight to the car, either. We stopped and browsed in several stores. Neither Mom nor Aunt Betty were shy about holding up dresses or nighties to Leeann even when several people were near by. As we finally exited the mall Leeann let out an audible sigh. Mom asked him if he was OK and he just said that his feet were killing him, that he was really looking forward to sitting down. We all laughed at him over that, knowing that he was in just a pump. We started joking some about what he'd be like in a spike heel. Once in the car and headed home we talked about several events of the day. It was almost as though we were tiptoeing around the sleeping arrangement discussion. We were within ten minutes of home when Leeann got brave soul enough to ask. Everyone was silent for a bit, waiting for the wiser, older sister (Mom) to speak. "Our biggest concern with Leeann is can we trust him? Leeann, you betrayed our trust by, in your words, borrowing things. You say you don't do this for sexual pleasure, yet your cock's been hard almost all afternoon. I don't think we should trust you not to masturbate in bed. I'm a very light sleeper but I also believe that you can probably be very quiet when you're masturbating. So, Betty, I want you and Sheila to take her room. It's every bit as big as mine with the same size bed. Leeann, you're going to sleep with me in my bed. And in case you have some other crazed ideas, I do mean sleep. "I think we can all use a good nights sleep after today's events Now it's getting late, so when we get home we'll all get changed into our nightgowns and have a snack. Then its off to bed." We rode silently the rest of the way home. Once there, everyone pitched in to carry all the packages inside. Mom cleared out one of her drawers and made Leeann remove the tags and fold most of his newly acquired things. I say most because she and Aunt Betty had saved a couple of surprises for him. Once things were put away, Mom announced that we should all get ready for bed. With that, Aunt Betty got her suitcase and moved it into my room. We heard Leeann ask what he was supposed to sleep in. Mom told him he could borrow one of her gowns or that he could ask me. With that she showed him two of hers he could use - a pink one that was so short it would barely cover his ass standing up and a white very transparent one. So he asked if he could see what I had that he might borrow. I offered a black translucent knee-length with slits in the front and back and lots of lace and a see-through teddy with snaps in the crotch. Mom was standing in the doorway and saw Leeann reach for the black nightgown. She cleared her throat. "Remember the rules? I didn't hear you ask." Leeann blushed a little when he asked "Sheila, may I borrow your black night gown, the one you just showed to me?" I couldn't help but smile as started to hand it to him. I looked at Mom before he had it in his grasp. "Mom, shouldn't he have to change into it in front of all of us?" Mom thought for a minute - actually I think she was just trying to make Leeann squirm. Then she answered "He doesn't have to change in front of all of us unless everyone is willing to put on the same show. But he will not be left alone - one of us will be watching when he changes. Brad...I mean Leeann...come back to our bedroom." I handed him the gown and they both went to Mom's room. We could hear Mom telling him to put things away as he took them off. I could picture what was going on when Mom asked if he was going to take his panties off. Then she told him that no one else in the house would have panties on under their nightgowns so he wouldn't either. I looked at Aunt Betty and she looked at me and we both just grinned real big. I picked up my nightie and started to go to the bathroom to change. Aunt Betty looked at me with a question in her eyes. She spoke very softly and asked me if we could both just change in my room. After Mom telling me about the two of them I think I was a bit nervous but said sure, why not. She undressed rather quickly and was standing naked when I got down to my bra and panties. She told me to turn around and, when I did, she gently unhooked my bra. She slid her hands to the front of my body as she took it off of me. It felt good!! I turned back around hoping to feel her hands on me more but she had stepped back and was pulling her gown on. I pushed my panties down and stood there in front of her for a prolonged second, then reached for my nightie. As I was pulling it on she stepped into the living room. Little did I know how much fun this week was going to be. I was the last one into the living room, but I realized immediately how sexually charged the air was. Leeann couldn't hide his hard-on. He could keep it covered while standing up, but the slit in my gown was just right that when he sat down his penis stuck out through the opening. And Mom wouldn't let him keep it covered with his hands - it was too much like playing with it. But Leeann had reason to have a hard-on. Mom's gown was cut so low that it barely covered her nipples and so thin that they were very visible through it. Aunt Betty's nightie was more substantial, but so short her pubic hair peeked out when she sat down. And I had decided to wear the teddy that Leeann had turned down. It was almost as low cut as Mom's gown but not quite as thin. And it was a bit snug and kept trying to pull up into my pussy. The atmosphere was sexually charged. Though we were allegedly watching the news, I don't know if any of us could have told anyone else what was newsworthy that day. As soon as it went off the air, Mom spoke up saying we should all get a good nights sleep. Well... that was a great way to get us all into our respective bedrooms, but I don't believe much sleeping was going on. I'll have to tell you about the night and more about the week in the next installment!!!! (To Be Continued) Aunt Billie Ch. 01 My aunt Billie Jean and I were not particularly close. That is, not until this summer. We aren't directly related, she married my uncle Jim three years ago. He's much younger than my parents, and was only 14 when I was born. Billie Jean however is only 28, just 7 years older than me. It wasn't until recently until I was really turned onto her though. She is a very attractive woman, but for the few years that I've known her she was a bit overweight. However, she decided to go on that Atkin's diet for a few months and now she's about 5'8" tall and just about 130 lbs, with a magnificent figure. She had fairly large breasts, but not too large, just enough to fill my hands and a little more. Her beautiful brown hair grew long, almost reaching her tight, firm ass. Her deep blue eyes were mesmerizing, it's no wonder my uncle chose to settle down with such a fine woman. I guess it all started at a family picnic at my house on Memorial Day weekend. Most of my close family was over and wanted to see me since I just got back from college earlier in the month. We were out by the pool in the backyard, which was the usual gathering place for those sort of events. It was hot as hell out so instead of just lounging around everyone was jumping in and out of the pool, including my aunt Billie. This was the first time I got a chance to see her in a bikini since she lost all of that weight, and let me tell you I was shocked to see how beautiful my aunt really was. I tried to dismiss these thoughts at first, I though it was unnatural to lust for my aunt. But it was too hard to control, especially after she dove in and her top fell down. I got a shot of her breasts for only a split second, but it was enough to give me a full blown erection that wasn't going away any time soon. I had to look away for the most part so that my glances would not be noticed by my other family members. All I could think about for the rest of the day was how much I wanted to walk into my room to see my aunt on my bed in her bikini. I'd close my eyes for a few minutes to think of all the nasty things I wanted to do to her, how I wanted to stick my rock hard cock into her ass and make her scream. I knew this would never happen so I had to settle for waiting for everyone to leave so I could peacefully jack off looking at a picture I snapped of her with my camera phone. A few days went by and I still couldn't seem to get my mind off of my aunt. I rented some incest porn flicks to try to satisfy my desire but it really wasn't enough. I had to have her, but little did I know that I would actually be able to go through with it. I got a job as a pool cleaner for the summer, and on my first day I realized that one of the clients I had to take care of was actually my aunt and uncle. I knew they both worked during the day, so I didn't have any worries of running into anybody. I smoked a joint in my car on the way over to get ready for the work day and continued to on to my aunt's house to go clean the pool. I got my usual duties done, daydreaming about my aunt sunbathing topless next to her pool in the mean time. The thought of it alone gave me a hard-on, and I knew I had to satisfy the cravings before I left, otherwise I wouldn't be able to go on with the day with my head on straight, it was already fucked up enough on the weed. Figuring they wouldn't be home for a few more hours, I used the hidden key to get into the house and proceeded up to the bedroom. It took me no time to sniff out my aunt's panty drawer, and to my surprise I found mostly thongs. This discovery was almost too good to be true for me, I tried to catch a left over scent from some of the clean laundry but I knew I'd have to go down to the laundry room to get a good sniff of Billie Jean's underwear. Before I got a chance to turn around a voice scared the shit out of me. "So one taste wasn't good enough pool boy, you had to come back for more." It was my aunt, I turned around and her jaw dropped to the ground. I couldn't believe what was happening, I was scared shitless, caught red handed with a pink thong in my hand, and there was my aunt admitting that she had fucked their former pool boy. I didn't know what to do, I was afraid of my uncle's wrath if he ever found out, of having to leave the area because of the shame I'd have with my family. "Holy shit, what the fuck are you doing here you little pervert?" she scolded. I couldn't speak for a few moments. Then I responded, without thinking because my brain was far from being able to function properly. "Well Billie... I couldn't help but notice how hot you've become and I just couldn't really control..." "You really think I'm hot?" she interrupted. "This diet's really worked well for me, it's very flattering hearing that from a young guy, even if you are my nephew. I hope that doesn't sound weird at all." "No, no," my brain was starting to kick again. "Wait a minute, what did you mean when you said 'you had to come back for more?' Are you cheating on Jim with a fucking pool boy?! And why the hell aren't you at work?" "Whoa, hold on a minute," she said. "Don't go running your mouth off to your uncle now, I love him very much but our sex life just isn't the same any more. I've only been working nights now and that cute pool boy was asking for a tip the other day. I let him eat out my pussy... but that was it, it was a win win situation, I got a hot young guy to please me and I didn't have to open my wallet for that little punk. Besides, you're the one in here sniffing your aunt's panties. Are you fucking stupid anyway? You should've gone to the laundry room, maybe I wouldn't have even noticed you coming upstairs!" "Hey, I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just coming in to use the bathroom, you're the one that's fucking the pool boy!" I said. "Are you trying to black mail me?" she asked. She was right on the dot with that one. I had a little leverage on her, the status of her marriage, and I figured I could exploit it for all it was worth this time. She wasn't exactly pissed off at me, and my cock was still hard from picturing her naked. I had to go with it. "That depends, what do you have that could be use for me?" I asked. She knew what I had in mind, I was sniffing the woman's panties. "I'll do anything you want, just please don't tell Jim." She was practically begging me. I really didn't have the slightest clue where to go from there. I wasn't sure if she actually wanted me, or if I should really take advantage of a situation like that. My cock was getting even harder with anticipation. "I, I don't know... I mean, uh" I couldn't even talk, I had no idea what to do. "Well, let me just take a guess." She came closer to me, and before I even knew it her hand was working on my pants. "That might be a good start," I said, shaking. She pulled my pants down to my ankles and pulled my rock hard cock out of my boxers. She began to kiss my neck while stroking my 8" cock with her hand. I moaned. "Is that something you like? Well maybe you'll like this more." She dropped down to her knees and stopped stroking while she licked me from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock. She did this several times, teasing me more and more every time. It felt so good, but I just wanted to bury my cock in her mouth. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally went back to stroking my dick and sucking it while she was at it. She was an expert at giving head. She must have really loved to suck dick to do it as well as she did. With in second I couldn't hold back anymore. I moaned and shot my load right into her mouth without warning. She pulled away after the first shot but kept stroking, and I kept coming... all over her beautiful face. She pulled her head back as I looked down at her, she was cleaning the cum off of her face with her fingers and sucking them off in her mouth. The slut loved to drink cum, who would've believed it! "Your cock is huge, just like your uncle's. It must run in the family. You got the better end of the gene it looks like to me. "Yeah well, what can I say, you seemed to have helped it along. You're really good you know, that's the best head I've ever had." She looked at me and smiled. "Nothing turns me on like sucking a giant cock. I wish I could have it inside of me, but I think that might be too weird for us, I mean I'm your aunt and all." My cock was sore, I knew I couldn't get it back up right away otherwise I would've fucked her right then and there. Instead, I picked her up off her knees and threw her on to her bed. Within seconds I had her pants off, and I found my way down to her crotch. Her underwear were soaked, I'd never seen a pussy so wet in my life. I started to lick her underwear right above her pussy lips. I could taste the juice and feel her pussy quiver. I pulled away her underwear with my left hand and pulled her pussy lips open with my right. She was moaning loudly while I licked her wet pussy out. I loved eating pussy, nothing was better than getting a girl off with my tongue. I was all over her clit, and pumping my middle finger in and out of her crotch. My cock got hard again, and I knew I wanted to have my aunt. I slipped my finger out of her pussy and started rubbing her rosebud. I knew it was a brave mood, but she started pumping her hips like she wanted more. I penetrated her ass with my finger and she let out a gasp. I kept fucking her ass with my finger and licking her pussy. "Oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me hard in my pussy now. NOW!" I couldn't resist. I kept my finger fucking her ass and put my rock hard cock up to her pussy lips. I started to push the tip through the threshold, figuring I'd tease her just like she teased me. She kept screaming for more, and when I wouldn't give it to her she rolled over and the next thing I knew she was on top of me. "Now you'll fuck me like I want to be fucked! This isn't an excuse to stop fucking my ass with your finger either, get back to it!" I didn't know what to think, but to take two of my fingers and shove them straight up her asshole. She moaned while she was riding on my cock, screaming like a banshee. I couldn't believe that my aunt was so enthusiastic in fucking me. Now I knew why my uncle married her while she was overweight. I felt like I was fucking a super model. My cock pumped in and out of her pussy and we fucked for just over a minute before she let out what I thought was the grand finale. She quivered while she came, and then fell on top of me. "Oh my god that was so good, I haven't fucked like that in years. But you haven't come again, you want me to suck your dick off again or do you want to keep fucking my pussy?" I knew what I wanted, I didn't think even a blowjob from her would be enough and she was rather loose, she must get fucked a lot I figured. There was only one way to go for me, and that was into her ass. "Well aunt Billie, I'd really like to fuck you in the ass..." I replied. "Oh my, that wasn't one of your options. I've never done that before, and I'm afraid it'll hurt me too much having a cock so big in my ass." "The asshole is tighter and warmer than any girl's pussy, it's the ultimate pleasure, and besides, didn't you like having my finger in your ass?" "I guess so," she said. "Well alright, but just because you're going to be a good boy and not tell your uncle about anything that happened today." "Aunt Billie, I would never ruin this." I figured I could say more, but I was too busy throwing her face down on the bed. I moved up to the headboard and stuffed my dick into her mouth for lubrication, then in time I was all the way back down to her ass, trying to force my cock into it. It was a tight fit, but when I finally pushed through she moaned, almost in pain. I kept pumping in and out, flashing back to that time I dreamt about fucking my aunt in her ass. I was pumping in and out harder and harder while she screamed in pleasure as she fingered her own pussy. "Cum in my ass, I want to feel your cum in my..." Before she could even finish I unleashed my load into her asshole. "Mmmm, that felt so good. Jim has been asking me to let him do that for so long, I can't believe I let you be the first one to fuck me in the ass. Well, I suppose he'll be happy now too.... You know, on second thought, why don't we keep this our own little thing? You'll be the only one that can fuck me in the ass, it'll be something we share together. Besides, it'll be a long summer working as a pool boy." * Let me know what you think and if you want to see the second chapter. Aunt Blanche I had just completed my A-levels and I was waiting for the results. I knew I'd done OK in two but the other one worried me. Then, my parents wanted me to go away with them on holiday but I demurred that I was old enough to stay home alone, as I was now 18. And, the compromise was that I didn't have to travel with them but that I needed to get a summer job to keep me out of trouble. Well, I'd often thought about going into journalism after my degree and so I started applying. The best that I could find was an intern's job at a local newspaper in a town about 40 miles away. Now that's quite a distance on a bike, twice a day so my mother called her sister and arranged that she would give me a room for a few weeks. As far as I could remember, I'd never met Auntie Blanche but I needed the job experience to add to my resume and I needed the room and I didn't need 2 weeks in Cornwall with my parents. So one Sunday afternoon I packed my 2 saddlebags checked the tyres and set off. The first 20 miles went OK but then it started to drizzle which then turned into a steady rain. Which meant that, by the time I got to Auntie Blanche's, I was very wet and very tired.. The house was named, "The Laurels" and the front of the house said it all. The front garden was full of bushes, all of which were dripping wet and a little sooty when I arrived. Then I tried to remember where I'd been told to look for the key. Eventually, I found it but, as I was about to put the key into the lock, the door opened. And there was Auntie Blanche obviously going out and dressed for the weather. She looked me up and down, pointed me to my room and the bathroom, and said she'd be back and that I should help myself to food. I could not wait to get out of wet clothes, take a shower and unpack my meager teenage belongings. A teenage boy is either tired, hungry, or both. And Auntie Blanche's refrigerator was full of good stuff and stuff I didn't recognize. So I chose the recognizable, ate, went to my room and crashed. The next couple of days were filled with work because, as I learned very rapidly, newspapers work on weekends as well. But on Monday I was released in the middle of the afternoon from my endless chores of running copy from one desk to another and running shopping errands for anyone who was higher up in the pecking order than I. And, as I was at the bottom, that meant everybody. My Aunt's car was not in the drive when I got home so I knew I had the house to myself but, since I'd worked all weekend, I needed a nap. On my way to my room and, perhaps for the first time, I noticed the coats hanging in the hallway. One of them was a bottle-green ladies raincoat with an intriguing aroma. As I stroked it as it swung on its hanger, I felt an unfamiliar but welcome stirring. My watch said that Aunt Blanche would not be home for hours and so I swept it from the rack, buried my face in it and took it to with me. There, after I'd showered and toweled off, I picked up the coat only to discover that as I'd hoped, it was really a hooded cape made from some kind of rubber-lined material. It took only a moment to slip it on and poke my arms through the arm slits and even though I daren't look at my image in the mirror, the rubber felt so good against my skin. Lying on my bed in the cape, I could not resist stroking my penis as I drew up the hood around my face and inhaled its scent. I came very quickly as teenage boys will but I'd been smart enough to bring a towel from the bathroom for that very purpose. Then, as teenage boys do too, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew was the sound of an intrusive cough and when I opened my eyes there was Auntie Blanche standing at the foot of my bed, arms akimbo, with a look on her face that I could not interpret. She was wearing a black mackintosh with a hood but all I knew was that I was naked under a ladies rain cape which I hurriedly pulled over my lower body and waited for I knew not what. Without saying a word, she walked to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge. With one hand, she picked up the towel and sniffed it while with the other she swept the cape aside. "Well," she said, "Let's see if you can do it again. Can you?" I shook my head at which Auntie Blanche raised the hood on her own mackintosh, and with her left hand cupped my balls in the rubber lining of my cape while, with her leather gloved right hand, she started to masturbate me. All the time she never took her eyes from my face. "Put your hand inside my mackintosh and tell me what you feel," she ordered. "A rubber lining," I croaked because those were the first words I'd spoken since Auntie had caught me. "That's right," she said. "Because you really like rubber don't you Colin"? I nodded my assent as my penis was now thoroughly aroused as Auntie's hand moved faster over its whole length. And the increase in speed was accompanied by a growing crescendo of rustling from my cape and her satin mackintosh. "Now put your hand under my dress and tell me what you feel." I could feel a nylon-covered leg and said so. "Go higher," she demanded, "And tell me what you find." Gingerly my palm went up until I encountered the unmistakable feel of bare thigh crossed by taut suspender straps. "Count the straps and tell me what they're attached to," was her next command. There were four to each leg but I could not identify the garment except to know that it wasn't a suspender belt that I knew most of my girlfriends had worn from time to time even though a glimpse of them was very rare. "And it's rubber," she added. "More precisely it's latex. Now put your hand between my legs." I did so and encountered her sex but not surrounded by the pubic hair I had expected but rather a smooth mound with a slit, which was showing signs of increasing wetness. That did it for me and I said, "Auntie, I'll need the towel soon." "No you won't," she muttered and bent over and took my penis in her mouth and sucked as I exploded. She sucked and sucked for what seemed like ages. Then getting up from the edge of the bed, she leaned over and kissed me, passing some of my semen to me as she did so. "I have a dinner appointment," she said, "And you'll have to fend for yourself." As she reached the bedroom door she cinched the broad belt of her mackintosh after pulling down its skirt which highlighted her breasts. "Of course, you could decide to leave and go home before I get back but, if you are still here, and I think you will be, I have some plans for you over the next few weeks my boy. And I bet Uncle Sidney will too. I'll discuss those with her tonight. My mind whirled as I headed for the shower again and washed off the scarlet circle of her lipstick from my now-subsiding penis. Who was Uncle Sidney? Moreover, how could an uncle be a she? Should I leave and go home? How would I explain it to my parents? I couldn't tell them or anyone else the truth as they wouldn't believe me. And I still needed the job at the newspaper. And, besides there was this "rubber thing" that I really wanted to know more about. Thus it was that I embarked on an incredible experience that opened my eyes to a sexuality I had never imagined. I had been working for six days straight and I'd just had a sexual encounter with my Auntie. It was all too much for an 18 year-old, so I ate again and crashed into bed. As daylight dawned in my room and penetrated my eye lids, I pondered the day ahead and the night before. At the end of the bed, my bathrobe was gone and a garment I'd never seen before had replaced it while the green rain cape was still there. I knew I didn't have to be in the office until noon and I'd had all the sleep I could handle for a while. And I was hungry and the only source of food was in the kitchen. There was no way, I was going to wear last night's rain cape nor was I going into the kitchen in just a towel. So, I picked up the new garment which was a short bathrobe in crimson, rubberized satin and walked to the kitchen. Auntie had just poured a cup of tea as I walked in and, although I couldn't see the look on her face, I stammered out a quiet, "Good Morning Auntie". "From now on, you will address me as Aunt or Aunt Blanche but never, ever Auntie. Now come here", and she pointed to a spot directly in front of her. I obeyed and stood there as she stared into my eyes and reached inside my robe and gave my cock a couple of quick strokes. "I love the feel of a young cock in the morning," she said, "And I think it's time to tell you a couple of other things. First, I love rubber, especially rubber mackintoshes, and it's seems you share that family gene. Secondly, while you are in my house, there will be a couple of rules to which you will adhere. You had a chance to leave last night but you did not. So my house, my rules. You are wearing a rubber-lined garment now and that, and others like it, is what you will wear inside. Understood"? I nodded mutely as she went on, "Look outside and you will see that it's pouring down today and so, before you go to work, we shall go into town to buy you a proper mackintosh; Any questions?' "No Auntie," I whispered. She jerked my cock she still held and hissed, "Aunt Blanche, not Auntie. Now pour me another cup of tea and get one for yourself before I give you one more chore before we go into town." "Yes, Aunt Blanche," was all I could muster as I followed her directions. After my tea and toast, I asked permission to leave and shower prior to our shopping trip because, by this time, I knew she meant business and anyway I was fascinated. Again, she didn't say a word but simply gestured that I should stand in front of her. When I did, her hand slipped inside the rubber of my robe and her grip on my cock left me in no doubt that I was expected to kneel down. Aunt Blanche looked straight into my eyes as she slipped her hand inside her scarlet kimono and although I couldn't see what she was doing it became very clear, very soon. For a start, there was that rhythmic rustling of the garment's rubber lining as she stroked herself; first slowly and then with increasing intensity. And, even if I been deaf and stupid, the look on her face said it all. In a very few moments she flung back one hem of her kimono and pulled my head between her widespread legs. Her vagina was right there in front of me and she ordered me to lick and suck as she covered my head with the rubber lining of the kimono. She was very much in control as she held my head and directed my tongue with a stream of instructions. Soon she began to slide down in her chair as she thrust her soaking "pussy", as she called it, hard against my face. Next, as one hand rubbed her clitoris, she moaned and a flood of slippery liquid washed over my face. After a couple of seconds she stood and left me kneeling with my face shining from her orgasm. "One thing you will learn soon is that a rubber lining like this one is very easy to wipe and keep clean which is fortunate for you for, from now on, you'll be doing it. Now run my bath, then go, and get ready to go out. I'll ring this little bell whenever I want you to attend to my needs." About 30 minutes later, I'd shaved and showered and dressed in the best clothes I had with me as I knew that Aunt Blanche was always fastidious when she went out and would expect the same from me. As I was finishing putting on my shoes, the bell tinkled and, just like Pavlov's dogs, I obeyed it. Aunt Blanche was sitting in front of her dressing table completing her makeup. When she had finally blotted her lipstick to her satisfaction she stood up and removed the kimono with its characteristic swishing rustle to reveal that she was wearing a black bra, which was very pointed, and, which I learned eventually, was called a "bullet bra". However, it was not the bra that gained most of my attention but rather her suspender belt, which I counted, had no less than 7 straps for each leg. "I don't often wear this when I'm alone as it's a lot of work to fasten all the clips. But now it's your job," she declared triumphantly. With that she sat back down at her dressing table and drew on a pair of sheer black stockings with a seam running down the back of each. Then she stood and directed me to begin clipping the straps to the welt of the stocking. I was careful to follow her every instruction to ensure that the seams were laser-straight and that the straps were adjusted to the proper length and tautness so they would stay that way. She then stepped into a pair of latex French knickers, which she explained helped to make her pussy smell and taste of this magic material. A skirt and a fine cotton sweater completed her outfit as well as a pair black high-heeled shoes and the same black satin mackintosh that she had worn the day before. However, this time it was my duty to fasten all the buttons and the strap, which held it tight around her neck. Finally, I tightened the belt with the skirt pulled taut below it, which made her breasts thrust forward. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror and running her hands over her breasts and hips one last she was satisfied and we left the house. I had recently passed my driving test and gained my first license and so I offered to drive. The look from Aunt Blanche could have made Hell itself freeze over. "I'm in charge, young man wherever I am and not just at home." With that we were off on the 20 minute drive into the small market town and though it wasn't raining it was a, not atypical summer day in England, in other words, overcast with a blustery breeze blowing. Then, as if ordained, Aunt Blanche found a vacant parking space just across the street from a store whose sign proclaimed it"Weatherfords, Ladies and Gentleman's Outfitters" I opened the car door for my Aunt, which she didn't deign to acknowledge and then almost ran across the street to push open the door to the store for her to enter. Clearly, Aunt Blanche was well known as one assistant greeted her by name and, equally clearly, she knew her way around the place as, without hesitation, she headed for the rainwear department, which catered to both men and women. As a somewhat stern looking woman approached us, the first thing I noticed was the increasingly familiar aroma of the rubber linings. "We're looking for a mackintosh for my nephew here. "Certainly Madam," she demurred, "Let's just try this one for size." And with that, she helped me into a coat in a fawn fabric which seemed to fit me well and I fully expected Aunt Blanche to choose it. I should have known better. "No, that won't do at all," my Aunt protested. "That's double-textured and we want a single-textured mackintosh. You must have some". The assistant nodded and went off to bring the required garment. In the meantime, by looking at the coat I was wearing and comparing it to others scattered around the store I figured out what the interchange meant. Double texture meant that the rubber was sandwiched between two layers of cotton fabric and, as I came to this conclusion, Aunt Blanche, said," No you want single texture so the rubber lining is visible and, more importantly, you can feel it against your skin. And the sound it makes is better and so special." I knew by now that this was not a question but rather a statement of fact. Whatever Aunt Blanche said was what was going to happen. Then the assistant was back with two different styles of single-textured mackintosh. Before I even tried the first one on, I noticed another difference as well as the appearance and the noise it made and I said so. "Well," Aunt Blanche interrupted, "Its aroma is more distinctive and the sound even has a name which is 'susurrus'". I was about to ask what the word meant but thought better of it for the moment. But the first style was rejected also because it didn't have a belt while the second one did and Aunt Blanche pronounced herself satisfied after chiding me to tighten it. "Don't bother to wrap it as he'll wear it straightaway but, while I'm here, I may as well have a look around." With that she was combing through rack after rack of ladies garments. With a feeling of impending doom, I followed as she pounced first on a red rubber-lined cape, which came to her mid-calf. "For me, to replace the one you seem to have taken a liking to and I like the look of this one in shiny black rubber. But they only have your size so that will have to do" "Aunt Blanche," I protested, "That's a ladies mackintosh." "So it is," she replied. "And just perfect for what I have in mind and Uncle Sidney will love it too". Aunt Blanche dropped me off at work just as it was beginning to rain. As I entered the newsroom, a sub-editor spotted me still dressed in my new mackintosh. "Perfect," she exclaimed, "I was wondering who we could send to cover this funeral and you're the only one with a mac. Here's the address; just about 100 words will be enough. Be back by 3 so we can get it into the evening edition." And that was my first reporting assignment; not exactly a Fleet Street scoop but you have to start somewhere and all because Aunt Blanche insisted on dressing me in a mackintosh. I made it back from the cemetery just in time to file my story although when I went looking for my name on the by-line later, I found an older and usually intoxicated stringer in the office had replaced me. But, at least, I knew the truth. After the evening edition had been put to bed and before the night staff came in many members of the newsroom went for a drink before wending their way home and tonight, I decided to join them to celebrate the fact that my deathless prose was now in print. As I entered the pub and wiped the steam from my glasses, I saw some of my new colleagues laughing over something around a small table. Too small for me as it turned out but the sub-editor who'd given me my assignment saw me and joined me at the bar. I opened my mackintosh as she approached in order to retrieve my wallet but she insisted on doing the treating. "I do like the mac," she said, "Had it long"? I confessed that it was new and she responded by stroking the sleeve and raising it to her cheek. "I love the smell," she smiled. "It's so sexy." Now this woman, whose name was Jan had to be at least ten years older than I and I did wonder if she was coming onto me but I wasn't sure so I played it safe and didn't take the bait. After finishing just the one drink because I'd never been much of a drinker and I knew I should be getting back to Aunt Blanche as we were supposed to be having dinner together. Therefore, I took my leave and went out into what was turning into a downpour. Standing in a shop doorway, I buttoned my mackintosh all the way up, adjusted the wrist straps and tightened my belt before making a dash for it. The bus came in about five minutes and it soon deposited me at the end of the road whence stood "The Laurels." The rain had eased up a bit but even so, I jogged the rest of the way, listening to the way the rubber whispered and rustled and enjoying the heady scent as it warmed to my body. Entering the house, I debated going straight to my room but decided to report to Aunt Blanche first. She was sitting in the living room watching the evening news while she sipped on a glass of wine and smoked a cigarette. "Come here," she ordered in a voice that suggested the glass of wine was not her first. She was wearing the same scarlet kimono I'd seen earlier as I started to remove my mackintosh. "Leave it on," she commanded, "And come here." She opened her kimono and I saw to my surprise that she was still wearing the latex knickers over the black suspender belt. "You've been a good boy today, so now it's time for your treat." With that she rolled down the knickers and indicated that I should kneel before her again. "Smell my pussy and give it a lick," and when I did she quivered, "Can you smell and taste the rubber?" Aunt Blanche Well I certainly could and I made the most of it until she suddenly stood up. Now kneeling before me, she unbuttoned my mackintosh and my trousers and pulled out my cock which she cradled in the rubber lining. "Now it's my turn," she said and took my stiffening cock into her eager mouth. "Button your mackintosh around my head so I'm cocooned in rubber." The first time she'd taken me into her mouth it had just been before I exploded but this time was different. Now she really went to town on me taking me deep one minute and then licking the tip of my cock the next. "I want you to hold my head through the rubber and fuck my mouth." I was in no mood to disobey because, although it was not the first time I'd been on the receiving end of fellatio, I had never felt such a wanton and willing mouth. All too quickly, I felt the stirrings of an impending orgasm and said so. She responded with even more vigorous licking and sucking. When eventually I cried out, she took my cock as deep into her throat as was humanly possible and sucked it dry as if there was no tomorrow. Just as I thought my knees were going to give way, she came out from under the hem of my mackintosh, stood, and gave me another taste of myself. "We're going out for Chinese food," she announced, "But before we do you have to wash out my latex knickers and check the inside of your mackintosh too, just in case." "Yes, Aunt Blanche," I whispered. After all, what else was there to say? About 30 minutes later, I heard the sound of Aunt Blanche's bell and slipping into my mackintosh I reported for duty. She was wearing her new cape together with a pair of black high-heeled boots that I hadn't seen before. She tossed the car keys to me and, as it was obvious that she had enjoyed some more wine, I was very glad to accept the chore. We went out and I opened the door for Aunt Blanche and, as she climbed in, the bottom of her cape revealed that the boots came right up to her knees and, indeed, almost covered them. Then I went round to the driver's side but before I could adjust my seat belt, she instructed me to open the zip on my trousers and take out my cock. I obeyed even though I didn't understand why at first. After we'd backed out of the drive and started down the road, she slipped her hand between the buttons of my mackintosh and grasped my cock, rubbing it slowly. Soon I was aroused again as the tip came into contact with the rubber lining and, with the heat on and the fact that we were both wearing new mackintoshes, the car was soon filled with a heady scent of rubber and sex. However, Aunt Blanche did release her grip and, as I went round to her side to help her out, I was able to recapture my cock and imprison it inside my zip. Aunt Blanche had made a reservation and, before we were shown to our table, we handed off our mackintoshes that were hung up near the desk. As it happened, while Aunt Blanche's back was to the door, my seat allowed me to watch the owner of the restaurant rapturously stroking the rubberized lining of my Aunt's cape. Slowly but surely I was coming to realize that my attraction to this new material was not as rare as I had first thought and so, while we were over coffee, I broached the subject and asked her opinion. For once, she didn't tear my head off for questioning her and, mellowed by even more wine, she began to tell her view of the subject and what a fascinating tale it was. For a start I learned that she had once been married, a fact that my mother had left out, but that she had been divorced for more than ten years Apparently marital bliss had not lasted too long which could be the reason that my mother had not thought to mention the marriage. My Aunt clearly did not want to go into too many details of the events that led to the eventual breakup and so she glossed over that part of her life. However, what happened next was very revealing. When the soon-to-be ex-husband left the joint home, Aunt Blanche wasted no time in removing all traces of his presence. It was during this process that she came upon his collection of magazines and brochures. They covered many aspects of human sexuality and, before she shredded or discarded many she scanned through them. I could not help feeling that if her husband had been open about some of his inclinations, the partnership may have been very different but I kept my suspicions to myself. Aunt Blanche went on to explain that she was especially fascinated by the subject of exotic lingerie, leather and rubber clothing. So, these publications she did not discard but rather kept them, became curious, and eventually ordered from them. The first thing she bought was a classic riding mackintosh because she knew that, in the semi-rural area she lived, she could wear it without raising any eyebrows. And, so it proved but it wasn't long before she knew it was not enough. The swishing noise was there as well as the aroma but only to a limited extent and she wanted more. And then an ad in the local newspaper pointed her to Weatherford's, the store we'd visited together. There she found what she'd been seeking, a single-texture navy blue cotton mackintosh and she also found that the, then, manager of the outerwear department shared her fascination with rubber-lined rainwear. This knowledge blossomed first to a friendship and later to a relationship, the nature of which she did not elaborate upon. The extent of the store's rubber-featured merchandise began and ended with rainwear and that forced Aunt Blanche and her new found "friend" to resort to the mail order companies featured in the magazines which catered to this fringe market. The first thing she bought from these was a rubberized satin kimono similar to the one I had seen earlier and she talked about its arrival. Because receipt of the package required a signature and she worked every day, she had to go to the post office to retrieve it. She found, as she carried it out to her, car that it was so heavy that she wondered what could be in there. After reaching home, she poured a glass of wine and opened it up to find there was merely that which she had ordered; not more than one and no lead weights. Removing the kimono from its plastic bag, she gasped and buried her nose into the fabric and inhaled the wonderful scent of the rubber backing. Without bothering to go up to her bedroom or closing the curtains for privacy, she stripped off her clothes and slipped into the kimono and felt for the first time that which she had craved namely the feel of rubber against her naked body. Even though she gasped at the first shock of the cool lining, she tied the belt tightly and ran to the hall mirror. There she ran her hands over the rubberized satin covering her hips and then her substantial breasts. When she did so, she found that her nipples were amazingly erect due to the combination of the cold rubber and the sensuality the material engendered and she could not resist pinching them through the fabric as she watched herself in the mirror. Dropping one hand to her crotch while the other remained occupied with first one nipple and then the other, she began to stroke her clitoris with the rubber. Soon the stroking became a more vigorous fingering and soon she was consumed with an impending orgasm while, in the mirror, her eyes were half closed and from her lips came an almost feral growl of pleasure. By this point in the story, Aunt Blanche had moved on from wine and was drinking her second cognac. It was lucky for us that our table was separated some way from the other diners and so they were spared the details but also it gave me a chance to ask a question and so I did. "Who is Uncle Sidney?" "My best friend and lover," she whispered. "The manager of the rainwear department or at least she was, but she's moved up in the firm since then." "But why Uncle," I asked. "Because, she'd like to be a man; now let's go home," she slurred, I was tired, my mind was reeling, and so I nodded dumbly. She wanted me to wear her cape before we left the restaurant when I collected our mackintoshes but for, once, I prevailed. Maybe it was the brandy. However, not for long because on the way home she eschewed the seat belt and lay across me and sucked my cock as I drove. Not quite to orgasm because she fell asleep on the way and on arrival I helped her upstairs and tried my best to make her comfortable in her bed. On my way downstairs to my room, I could not stop myself from opening the door to the other bedroom, which I'd learned, was Uncle Sidney's room. It looked to be unremarkable until I opened the closet door and, at the front, the garments were all for a well-dressed modern male. Further back though, were rubber and latex equivalents and further back yet were all manner of constraints, masks and boots I did not look in the drawers of the chest, perhaps because I did not want to know what was in there. But, I imagined that I soon would know all about, intimately. Because the newspaper seemed to feel that I could now be trusted with actual reporting assignments, the next few days were a whirl of work and more work and sometimes drinks after in the pub and the only notable event outside work were other encounters with Jan, the sub-editor, in the pub. Not that anything had ever happened between us except one night when we left the pub and headed for an Indian restaurant, Jan couldn't wait to take my mackintoshed-covered arm and she hung onto it as long as she decently could. But still I hadn't connected the dots. Stupid, naïve me! Aunt Blanche, too, had been busy and had been away on a 2 week business trip which is what gave me the opportunity to go out after work as often as I had but she'd returned home late the previous night. The following day, I'd been asked by Jan to accompany her and a photographer on an assignment about 200 miles away. The assignment completed, we started the drive home under gloomy clouds and, having dropped the photographer back at the office, Jan volunteered to take me home. As we turned into the street, I spotted Aunt Blanche's car entering the driveway and Jan followed her in. As the raindrops began to fall I felt I had to introduce the two ladies and as soon as we all got out, Jan exclaimed, "Oh you've got a mackintosh as well." Aunt Blanche was indeed wearing the black rubberized satin coat and had the hood up protecting her hair from the raindrops. She was obviously pleased by the implied compliment and invited Jan into the house and commented that Jan should consider a similar garment for herself as her work took her out into the elements at times. She agreed but said she didn't know where to go or what to ask for. It was at that moment that the telephone rang and Aunt Blanche passed it to me after she'd answered it. It was my mother with the news of my exam results. As I'd feared, I'd only passed in two of the three but, according to the school, I could retake the one I'd missed in November. I really wasn't as unhappy as I'd assumed I would be because my time at the paper had made me rethink the degree I should take. "Colin, why don't you open a bottle of wine for our guest", said Aunt Blanche as she resumed her more usual role. "Now, tell me my dear, what kind of mackintosh attracts you?" "I honestly don't know what I'd like because I've never had one. I only know they do the job and I like the look, the sound they make and the scent", she replied. Aunt Blanche smiled, "But you're missing a few things and that is the way they feel and the way they make the wearer feel and the reactions of non-wearers when they greet you." "Anyway", she added, "Perhaps, the best thing would be to try a mackintosh. You're not quite my size but you're close enough. Do you want to choose or should I?" Jan took another swig from the wine glass I proffered and waved to indicate that my Aunt should choose. As the first bottle was now empty, I went in search of a replacement. While I was gone, I dropped off my mackintosh in my bedroom and noticed a package on my bed. Opening it, I found a pure latex rubber robe in coral-red but, before I could go further, Aunt Blanche's bell rang. Reporting for duty, as I'd come to think of it, I went to join the ladies. There was Jan wearing my Aunt's black satin mackintosh. She preened herself in front of the bedroom mirror and slid her hands down from armpits to hips as she reveled in the swish and the rustle. After a couple of twirls, she came to me and put her arms round my neck but pouted that I'd discarded my mackintosh. Remembering the new robe downstairs, I simply said, "Wait and see." Then Aunt Blanche came back into the room bearing the shiny black rubber mackintosh she'd bought for me and invited Jan to try it on. "I love the feel of the outside but it needs to be polished and I prefer to feel rubber next to my skin. "And you shall my dear," said Aunt Blanche and Jan did not even flinch at the sudden term of endearment. "Come with me," she added and gave me a look that brooked no dissent. "Put on your new robe." It was only later that I learned what had transpired while I was gone. It seems that my Aunt asked Jan if she was serious about feeling rubber next to her skin and she nodded. And so, Aunt Blanche ordered her to strip and handed her a shiny black rubber bra with keyhole cutouts for her nipples but my Aunt wasn't nearly done. Next came a matching rubber suspender belt and she assured Jan that I would be here soon to attach the stockings to it. This is when I walked in. There was one of my bosses standing in front of a mirror wearing only a black rubber peephole bra through which her nipples poked straight out as she brushed her fingertips over them. Then my Aunt waved a finger peremptorily to me to kneel at Jan's feet to hook up her stockings. "I hear you can buy rubber stockings?" asked Jan? My Aunt nodded but said that they might follow later as they needed a lot of care and practice to put on. Jan's pubic area was very different from my Aunt's. Where one was as smooth and naked as a young girl's, Jan's was a lush dark bush. This, however, was soon covered by a pair of thick rubber knickers with a built-in clitoral stimulator, which Aunt Blanche took great care and obvious delight in positioning. With its characteristic swish, my Aunt whisked a navy blue rubberized satin mackintosh from a hanger and encouraged Jan to slip her arms into it. She shivered as the cool, smooth lining slid up the bare skin of her arms and Aunt Blanche fastened all the buttons, cinched the broad belt and adjusted the wrist and throat straps after lifting the hood over Jan's head. Preening herself in the almost-ankle length mackintosh in front of a long mirror, she slipped her feet into her own heels and did a couple of twirls obviously relishing the swish and rustle of the precious material. During this action, I was sitting on a chair in the corner and my Aunt indicated that I should bare my cock through the opening of my new latex robe. I began to stroke it as Jan started to tease her erect nipples through the rubber of her mackintosh and Aunt Blanche slipped her hands into the pockets of Jan's mackintosh and began to massage the clitoral stimulator into her mound. The combination of her appearance in the mirror and the stimulus from her new rubber garments and my Aunt's incessant clitoral stimulation began to trigger the inevitable. Then Jan spotted me in the corner stroking myself. As her orgasm began to build, she cried out to me, "Wank it" and I did. "Faster" she almost shouted. "Wank it faster and harder". As my hand flew up and down my cock I was happy that I'd had the presence of mind to position a small towel to hand and I readied it receive my ejaculation. And, when it did, that did it for Jan and she cried out and thrust her hips forward against my Aunt's insistent fingers. "I love my rubber, I love my rubber. I love my rubber mackintosh," she repeated as she fell back into a chair. "That was incredible. But now I need my own." And she turned to my Aunt, "Will you go with me to help me choose?" Weatherford's was about to have a new patron of their rainwear department. Before that visit took place, Jan and I shared another car on another assignment. The atmosphere was at first strained, then purely professional and I wasn't going to mention the obvious. Eventually though, she did. "You have a beautiful cock," she said. I thanked her but then remained silent as I could tell there was more to come. "Apart from Blanche's influence, when did you get into rubber?" The real answer was, as I explained, that I didn't know. Yes, there were vague child hood memories of a six-week hospital stay when I'd contracted scarlet fever and there was a red-rubber sheet on the bed under me. Somehow, I could always find a way to squirm my way under the top sheet in order to find it. Then, I loved my wellington boots. They were black and shiny and rubber. And I loved the smell and the look and I loved rain so I could wear them and jump in puddles. On the other hand, Jan had no such recollections. She had no idea until, it seemed, I appeared in the newsroom wearing a rubber-lined mackintosh. Gradually, she explained what got to her. She liked the look, then the susurrus, then the scent and, finally when she took my arm on the way to a restaurant, the feel. And, so she had decided there and then that she had to have her own and she related what had transpired when she met Aunt Blanche at Weatherford's. Jan met Aunt Blanche for lunch and was surprised to see her already at a table talking with a woman dressed in a dark grey pants suit. Joining them, she was introduced to Cyd who, I later learned, was the now-notorious Uncle Sidney. Their food orders placed, Cyd asked Jan what she was looking to purchase and added that she would arrange for her purchase to reflect her employee discount. Jan explained that her job entailed about 30% of her time being out of the office and so a serviceable mackintosh was in order and that such a garment would not cause adverse comment from her colleagues. However, she added, that she loved the way the rubberized satin mackintosh looked and felt but that she doubted that it was suitable for work. "And I'd like a cape for evenings out and there are other things too which would have to be private." "Or, out of sight under our boring work dress. Even though my appearance right now appears very traditional and conservative, you'd be amazed, even shocked by that which you can't see; ask Blanche?" "And it's so exciting to know that nobody else knows. Try it?" Jan admitted that she might, but wanted to know if Weatherford's sold stuff like that. Cyd, shook her head and pointed out that her company was a traditional store and that many of their regular patrons would have a fit if they saw a gown-less evening strap let alone one made from latex, rubber or leather. Then, she reached into her briefcase and passed over a thick manila folder with a wink. At that point, the food arrived and after the "oohing and aahing," Cyd glanced towards my Aunt and said she wanted to ask a very personal question. "Are you gay?" she continued. Jan hesitated before replying, "I've wondered more than once about that. I'm 31 and I've never been married nor have I ever come close. I enjoy sex but until last week it's only been with a man or by myself. You should see my vibrators".... "It felt so good when Blanche was masturbating me but, at the same time, I don't think I could have come to orgasm unless I'd been able to watch Colin wanking in his latex robe." My Aunt and Uncle Sidney exchanged glances at that point. "Why don't we plan a little get together at my house soon? Let's invite Colin as well and we'll decide his role and his costume". Aunt Blanche With that decided, Cyd picked up the check and the three headed back to Weatherford's. Aunt Blanche and Jan headed straight for the outerwear department in the store and Cyd promised to join them as soon as she had checked in with her secretary. There was no assistant available as the two walked in but Aunt Blanche knew her way round and didn't need any help. The first display she inspected contained riding mackintoshes but remembering Jan's preferences as well her own, she steered her towards those of a single-texture, similar to the one that I wore. Jan pushed her arms into a fawn, belted mackintosh and luxuriated in the now-familiar experience of its welcome. My Aunt nodded her approval and, still wearing it, Jan moved on to more stylish garments. She tried on one mackintosh after another but eventually eliminated all but two. The first was red rubber coated cotton while the other was a black satin cape because Jan knew she wanted a hood and the red coat didn't have on. As a result, she opted for the cape. At this point, Cyd rejoined the two and added her approval of Jan's choices but the latter couldn't help giving a backward glance as they walked towards the cash register with their purchases. And Cyd, ever the sales person, picked up on it and guided her back to a shiny black rubber mackintosh. Cyd took it from its hanger and smoothed the surface with her hand as she reminded Jan that it would need to be polished to bring out its best and that it might attract adverse comments from some. Jan's only objection was the expense of the total outlay until Cyd pointed out the extent of her executive discount which did the trick. Jan left the store wearing the fawn coat as she still had to go back to work but with the other two mackintoshes in a couple of shopping bags. As the three parted, Jan was a little shocked at the kiss that Cyd planted on my aunt, tongue and all, and she fervently hoped that she would not receive the same. She didn't but her buttocks did get a little tweak instead which made her squeal with anticipated excitement. It was quite a distance from the store to the office and it was raining that fine drizzle which seemingly soaks one even more than an out-and-out downpour. Jan was therefore glad of her new mackintosh but, as it had no hood, she had to use a small foldable umbrella to protect her hair. Rather than take all her purchases into the office, she decided to stop in at the car park and leave the bags in her car. As she was about to insert the key into the lock, she heard a shout of greeting and turned to see me. "Nice mac," I said as I held the door of her car open. "So you went with my aunt then?" "Yes, and Cyd or rather Uncle Sidney", she grinned. "Well you've done better than I," I replied. "What's he or she like"? Jan said that she'd liked her and could see why Blanche was attracted. She then proceeded to give me a peek at her other purchases and I gasped when I saw the black rubber surfaced mackintosh but she went on to say that was only for non-work hours. That made a lot of sense for, since my initiation into Aunt Blanche's "scene", I'd done a little research and knew that a garment like that was regarded as frankly "kinky" not that I said this to Jan but I did offer to use the polishing spray I'd been given to turn the now dull surface into a captivating shine. "Can you come round this evening and do that as I'd like to wear it soon?" "And I can show you the brochures Cyd gave me." As Aunt Blanche was away overnight on another business trip, I agreed with alacrity and with that we walked together towards the office but Jan did not take my arm as that action might be looked on with disfavor by her colleagues. Instead she cavorted between the puddles, twirling the skirt of her mackintosh with obvious delight. "What you need," I said, "Is a pair of waterproof boots." "Do they make rubber boots with a heel," she asked. I had no idea and said so but I was willing to bet that Aunt Blanche or Uncle Sidney would. For the next few days, I was busy and so was Jan at another office. I still could not see why a woman who was a little over 15 years older than I, was seemingly, attracted to me. Later I would find out. Between the two of us, giving Jan's black rubber-surfaced mackintosh it's notorious sheen didn't take long. And, with the task done, Jan announced that she just had to wear it out. Fortunately, it was drizzling so that wearing a rainproof garment would not, by itself, provoke comment. My mackintosh never had but I was not so sure about, what was now, shiny black rubber and I voiced my concern. Jan, though, was insistent and so out we went. Our first stop was at a country pub about 10 miles away but, having just pulled into the car park, she drove back onto the road just as quickly and explained she recognized her boss's car and had "chickened out". Our next stop was at another pub, a mile or two away. There were only a few cars and so she decided that it was time. I held the door to the pub open for Jan to go ahead of me. In the room we had selected, there wasn't a soul in sight and so she sat while I headed to the bar to order. She opened the front buttons of her rubber mackintosh as I set our drinks down and joined her. Some 5 minutes later, I had to visit the men's room and, as I was rinsing my hands, a man standing next to me asked about "my mother's rubber mac." "She's not my Mom," I stammered. "In that case," said the man, "She's going to fuck your brains out later," and he left. When I returned the bar, Jan was re-buttoning her coat and she had the broadest smile on her face. I asked about her reaction and she said she'd tell me in the car. "I may even just show you," she added, as she pinched my mackintosh-covered backside. Once in the car, it didn't take long as she whispered. "Let's go back to my house and I'll tell you on the way." So I put the car in gear and drove and listened." As I did, she put her head back on the headrest and ran her palms along her rubber-covered thighs. And, as she did, she started to talk. "Ever since I can remember, I played with my pussy whenever I was alone or tired or bored." "Then, as I grew older, I remember having this dolly. She had a cute face and she was my constant companion. My brother had a teddy bear but I loved my dolly. I used its hand against my pussy sometimes because it felt good; not because I knew what I was doing. "Then she dozed off for a few minutes but awoke when I asked her to point out her street.. "They loved my mac," she smiled, and before I could ask, she added," The couple who came in while you were in the bathroom. I think that he spotted it first but then she came over and stroked the sleeve and said how her husband loved PVC. Jan had responded that it was actually a highly polished rubber mackintosh, at which she stroked it some more and said, "Even better." When we reached Jan's home, I followed her in and she raced for the downstairs bathroom. "Gotta go", she yelled. "I'll be back". And so I did while I prepared a question for her. "Why me and why rubber and why mackintoshes?", I asked myself but I didn't get to put the question to Jan as, after the bathroom break, she went upstairs and asked me to wait. Some 10 or 15 minutes later she called me from the top of the stairs. When I got up there everything was dark and Jan asked me to undress completely and then to button and belt my mackintosh. Intrigued, I did as she asked and then knocked on her bedroom door. The door opened and her hand drew me in. She put her arms around my rubber-covered body and kissed me long and deeply. Her tongue explored my mouth as my hands explored her body and I found she was wearing her long black satin rubberized cape and nothing else. As my eyes got used to the dim lighting, I could see that her hood was up as she drew me to the bed. Switching on the bedside lamp, she turned back the duvet to reveal black latex sheets that she said she had just bought but never yet used. By now, my erection was tenting the front of my mackintosh and I felt as if I might burst any minute. She knelt on the edge of the bed with her cheek against the cool rubber surface and asked me to take her from behind. I drew my cock from between the buttons of my mackintosh and she guided me into her soaking pussy and moaned. "Oh yes'" she groaned, "Start slowly and vary the depth as you go." I gripped her hips through the rubberized satin and began to thrust. In a minute or two, Jan's own movements became more urgent as with one hand I could tell she was fingering her clitoris. "Go faster," she hissed, "and go as deep as you can". I needed no more encouragement as my excitement grew and her groans and the slapping of our mackintoshes against slippery wet skin filled the bedroom. And the rubber aroma from the sheets added to our frenzy. With a throaty growl, Jan's neck arched back and she cried out, "Fuck me, like you've never fucked before." She came just 2 seconds later and I shot my cum deep inside her pussy as my cock jerked. She collapsed onto the rubber sheets and I was on top of her with my cock still inside as we both panted and gasped for air. After a little while, I carefully withdrew my now subsiding erection being careful to avoid getting any slipperiness on the fabrics of our mackintoshes. I knew there was no way I would prevent a little leakage onto the rubber lining but, as I knew from experience with my Aunt, that was easily cleaned up. And, by the time I had and come back upstairs, Jan had halfway shuffled out of her cape and was sleeping soundly. I crawled in beside her and pulled the latex sheet over me only to find that I'd inherited the wet spot. But, as it was the best sex I'd ever had, not that at 18 that meant a lot, but my questions persisted. Why me? Why rubber? Why mackintoshes? Or the compound question, why me in a rubber-lined mackintosh? However, because I had to be on the road early to return home to retake my A-level exam and because Jan had an early work assignment out of town, we had no time to talk the next day. But, we agreed to talk on the phone before I was due to return a week hence. I had grown so used to being away it seemed somewhat odd to be home. As I unpacked my meager belongings in my bedroom, I was surprised to see a couple of things I knew I hadn't packed. The first was an envelope that I soon saw contained a greeting card from Aunt Blanche and Uncle Sidney. It wished me luck with the exam and urged me to hurry back. "We'll have fun when you do," it ended. The increasingly cynical side of me should have asked who the "We" might be but I didn't. The other item was wrapped in tissue paper and opening it revealed a pair of black rubber briefs together with a note from all three ladies and with an enjoinder to wear the garment when I retook the exam. Just for luck they said. Now I wasn't sure about the practicality of wearing rubber briefs when I would be sweating from anxiety already but, a little white lie wouldn't hurt I figured. During the run-up to the exam when I spent my days revising, I would sometimes take a break by walking in the fresh air to clear my head and thanked Aunt Blanche for my rubberized mackintosh because, as November approached, the heavens had opened and it was getting colder too and windy. Thus, it was good to learn that the rubber made the mackintosh windproof as well as impervious to water. As I walked through and around my hometown, I was always surprised to see that I was one of the very few properly clothed to handle the elements. Yet, when I would sometimes go into a pub to grab a sandwich and a drink for lunch, it was common that another customer or the person behind the bar would comment favorably on my mackintosh; especially if the person happened to be female. And I mentioned this to Jan during one of our evening telephone conversations. She said that she'd noticed a similar reaction and had concluded that many people were attracted to rubberized mackintoshes but didn't feel brave enough to actually wear one themselves fearing adverse comment. I only brought up the difference in our ages just once. "You really don't know why?" My silence conveyed my answer. "It's because we like you but, the fact that you're young and slim and can be ready for more action so soon, makes us love you. So, after your exam, get plenty of rest because, when you get back here we've been making plans. Pleas for further explanation were greeted only by a quiet giggle. The day of the exam came and went and I could only hope that two out of the three essays I'd written would pull me through. Therefore, I spent my last two days at home getting some rest and spending time with my friends. Many of them wanted to know about my new life and work at the newspaper. I confessed my newly found addiction to journalism. However, I didn't voice the other. But one of them, Gary, brought it up. One lunchtime, actually the day before I was due to leave to go back to work, I sat down at the table to eat my sandwich and drink my soup. We talked about local stuff between mouthfuls of food and our drinks. "I never thought you were gay," he whispered as he stroked my mackintosh "All those years at school in the gym, at the sports field nor in the showers after did I dare to dream it." "I'm not," I spluttered through my soup. I grabbed my mackintosh and left the table at a run. "See you later," he pouted. Now, I'd already realized that some people might regard my mackintosh as being a little different but, 'gay'? And so, I called Jan. She claimed to be no expert on the gay scene but assured me that Gary's advances had nothing to do with my rainwear choices. She then went on to tell me that she had been busy with her new purchases and that my aunt had too. The she added that we were invited to visit "Uncle Sidney's" the next night and refusal was not an option. The one requirement was that my body hair be shaved and subsequently powdered smooth. The possibilities swirled around in my head as I went to the bathroom, took out my razor and complied. Then, an early night beckoned after I'd packed my few belongings and went to bed. Arriving back at Aunt Blanche's house, I found that I was alone. There was, however, a note. It advised me to get some rest and be ready to leave at 6pm. "Take a shower," it ordered, "And wear just your new shiny black rubber mackintosh and your rubber briefs; nothing else." I had never worn the SBR mackintosh because it was in a lady's style but as Jan was due to pick me up and therefore the chances of being seen were nil, I knew I'd comply. The implications and possibilities made my cock throb and, having taken care of that urgency, I took a nap. A little later, my shower completed, I put talc on my legs and pulled on the briefs. They were very tight and they were very brief to the extent that when erect, the tip of my cock would be sure to peek out. Then the doorbell rang and I looked out of the window and waved to Jan to come in as the door was unlocked. She was wearing her SBR mackintosh and matching boots with about a 3" heel but, as her mac was tightly belted, I couldn't see what was underneath. I picked up my ladies mackintosh and as I slipped my arms in Jan gave my rubber briefs an appreciative stroke. We're late," she grinned, "Or I'd do a lot more than that." Then she buttoned me in, cinched my rubber belt and adjusted the throat strap. It was dark as we pulled out of the driveway and I thought I was safe from prying eyes but we were forced to stop at a light. Another car pulled up beside us and whistles and catcalls showed that our garb had been spotted. As the light turned green and Jan pulled away, one of the girls in the other car rolled down the window, mouthed a kiss and yelled "Ooh kinky"! "You don't know the half of it," said Jan more to herself than to me. The rest of the journey was uneventful but the heat of the car brought out the heady scent of our rubber garments and I inhaled it gratefully as I pondered the evening ahead and wondered what Uncle Sidney would be like. Aunt Blanche's car was already there and we pulled in beside it. Climbing out, we adjusted our mackintoshes as the door opened and my Aunt ushered us in. She was wearing what appeared to be a high-necked taffeta caftan in an iridescent navy-blue but knowing my aunt, and noting the telltale rustle and swish, it was obvious it was a rubberized mackintosh material. She immediately slipped her hand in between my buttons and grasped my cock through the rubber briefs. "Good" she said, "Now follow me." In a small sitting room just off the hallway, she pointed out my clothing for the evening. First was a black rubber suspender belt with three straps for each leg and matching stockings. Next was a pair of ruffled tennis briefs in the purest white latex and it was only when I pulled them on that I realized that they were crotchless. Then to top it off was a black mini French maid's dress in polished black rubber with a white rubber apron to match. And, finally there was a floor length pure rubber cape in black. I gulped but Jan offered to help me with the unfamiliar garments and she unbuttoned her mackintosh to reveal she was dressed in an identical fashion except for the cape. No wonder the car's interior had the aroma I'd breathed in. It was a good job I had Jan's help because the stockings were a bitch to don. She showed me how to powder my legs with cornstarch and how to roll the rubber slowly up which I managed to do without tearing the thin material. "Think of it like a condom," she advised. I pointed out that they were usually lubricated and that made it easier. "Anyway, I don't think they are as tight as these stockings, I added but soon the job was done. I also needed Jan's help in securing the back clips of the suspender belt to the stockings but I was able to do the ones at the front and the side. "You should see me with one of mine that has 7 straps per leg," she quipped, "But you get used to it." I made a mental note to volunteer for that "chore" as soon as possible and I promised myself to linger. The very thought of sitting on her bedroom floor, fumbling with every suspender clip while my face grew ever closer to her pussy or her buttocks was turning me on. "Jan, I don't understand why I was ordered to wear those rubber briefs to come over here?" I asked, "When I'm now going to wear these," and I fingered the silky-soft white latex briefs. She grinned and replied, "To give your cock the scent and taste of rubber." "And, besides, it's not nice to go out without underwear is it?" So there I stood while Jan slipped the rubber maid's dress over my head and I shuddered as the cool rubber gave its initial kiss to my upper body and then warmed it. Then, with the white ruffled briefs and my apron in place and the cape over my arm, Jan and I went upstairs to a beautifully furnished living room. There was no one there but the room was tastefully lit and there was a Haydn symphony wafting through an unseen sound system. There was also a well-stocked cocktail cabinet and I elected for a very large Scotch. So did Jan! We figured that we'd probably need it before the night was over. "Colleen, put on your cape and show some respect to me and your Aunt." Jan nudged me and reminded me that was now my name while Blanche and Cyd were in control. And so, I drew up my black rubber cape and knelt in front of the pair. "Better," the imperious voice announced. "Now open the champagne and bring two glasses." Jan ran to the ice bucket as fast as her high heels would allow while I searched for the glasses. With its usual pop, the bottle was opened and the wine was poured. I put the glasses on a little tray and carried them to Aunt Blanche and Uncle Sidney. He sat in a large armchair while my aunt sprawled at his feet. I say he because he looked so masculine in his black rubber cat suit and a matching cape. He/she had short graying hair and wore no makeup. Aunt Blanche My aunt, on the other hand, was more heavily made up than I had ever seen and she was wearing red. A red rubber topless dress and red rubber stockings and red shoes with a platform sole and heels that must have been at least 5" tall. As I approached the two with Jan close behind me carrying napkins and canapés, Uncle Sidney appraised me from head to toe. As she rolled my aunt's nipples between her finger and thumb. she ordered her to reach below my cape and reveal my cock through the opening in my frilly latex knickers. I was only partially erect but Uncle Sidney clearly liked what she saw as she smiled slightly. "Promising, promising but it needs a little work before its ready for Blanche and me." And she waved at Jan to indicate that was her appointed task. Jan dropped to her knees and opened my cape, took my cock in hand and began to fellate me. "Cover her head with the cape," my Aunt ordered. My erotic costume, the insistent mouth around my cock and my youthful tumescence made the assignment a brief one and Jan emerged from beneath the cape while my now rigid cock tented the rubber in front of me. "Come here," Uncle Sidney said, "And lie on your back over here," and she pointed to large black rubber sheet. Then she rose from her chair, unzipped the zipper covering the crotch of her polished rubber cat suit, positioned her knees on either side of my head, and lowered her shaven pussy over my mouth. She didn't need to give any instructions as the movement of her hips said it all. Then I felt a warm pussy envelope my cock but at first I didn't know if it was Jan or my Aunt. It turned out to be the latter as Jan's voice directed me to, "Suck and Fuck." The next voice I heard was my aunt's as she hissed at Uncle Sidney to pinch and twist her nipples. I found it took quite a lot of concentration and coordination to comply with Jan's directive and this took my mind off my own arousal which was fortunate as my aunt's grinding on my cock became more urgent and she cried out with the onset of her orgasm. But not Uncle Sidney and as my aunt's climax subsided, he or she ordered a switch of positions. Next, my aunt's pussy, which was dripping wet, sank onto my mouth and she ordered me to lick and suck her out. At the same time, I expected Uncle Sidney to take my aunt's place over my cock and she did but not quite in the way I had anticipated. The first thing I felt was Jan anointing my cock with the slippery feel of some liquid or other. Uncle Sidney then announced that she was ready and ordered Jan to, "Guide it in!" And she ordered me to push. No pussy I'd ever felt had pushed back like this did but only for a second or two because next my cock was gripped tighter than even my hand. Sidney started to rock back and forth, at first slowly and shallowly, then increasingly deeper until my cock was buried to its full length in her anus. Jan then stood behind Sidney and grasped her tits through the rubber of her cat suit while Sidney's hand dropped to rub her clitoris. "Kiss me Blanche," growled Sidney as the movements of her hips reached a crescendo and she ordered me to, "Fuck hard! Shoot all your cum into my arse." I needed no encouragement and I shot three or four huge spurts deep inside her. Slowly we disentangled ourselves and I found that the whole "ménage a quatre" had been videotaped which we watched while my aunt and Cyd plotted we knew not what. Cyd and Aunt Blanche then disappeared for a while and Jan and I wondered about what came next. Suddenly the lights went out and were replaced by a spotlight which shone on a kind of large couch whose purpose we could not fathom. Then, out of the darkness, Cyd's amplified voice ordered Jan to remove her rubber bloomers which she did. My aunt and Uncle Sidney then reentered both wearing voluminous mackintosh capes. Blanche lay down on the couch and Cyd announced that it was now Jan's turn and that she should join my Aunt who was lying on her side. Throwing back their mackintosh capes, I could see that both were wearing strap-on rubber dildoes and it became obvious what was afoot. Blanche then slowly but deliberately pulled Jan's leg up and over her waist, inserted the dildo into Jan's expectant pussy, and began to fuck her. Next, Uncle Sidney approached Jan from behind and, despite her initial protests, lubricated her anus with her finger and slowly began to finger-fuck her. Clearly, this was a new experience for Jan but I could tell by her hip movements that she was starting to respond. That was all it took for Cyd to remove her finger and replace it with the tip of the dildo. "Pretend you are going to the bathroom," she ordered and when Jan did about 3 inches of the dildo disappeared inside her. Then I was ordered to stand in front of Jan's face and wank my cock until it had regained most of its recent stiffness. She opened her mouth willingly and took me deep inside while Blanche and Cyd coordinated their thrusts. All this stimulus and the fact that Cyd's hands were kneading and twisting Jan's tits through her rubber costume could only have one result and soon. I knew the signs as well as anybody and when she took my cock into her hand and began to wank it as she sucked its head, her orgasm was starting and I said so. At this, my aunt and Cyd redoubled their efforts and each pressed a bulb at the base of their dildoes which shot a stream of artificial cum deep inside Jan's pussy and arse. And that did it for both Jan and for I and my load went deep into her mouth and throat. It's been a little over 30 years since Uncle Sidney passed and Aunt Blanche lasted only a couple of years longer as she mourned her partner. And it's only been 3 days since my long-term partner, Jan, passed. Her casket was closed just after I placed her newest rubber mackintosh with her as I remembered her last words. "I love you and always remember it's a mackintosh never, ever just a raincoat." "So do I Jan. And I will." Aunt Brandy Initiates My Friends Ch. 01 Aunt Brandy answered the door wearing the hottest outfit I've ever seen. She wore a transparent black lacy lingerie, with super high heeled black pumps and a tiny lacy black g-string. One size too small, the lingerie barely concealed her godly voluptuous ass and tits, as her hard nipples dented the fabric. Already super tall, Aunt Brandy now towered at what I estimated 6'3" and was bursting out of that outfit with explosive sexuality!! " Hi Jimmy! You're early!...Is everyone here?" " Yes...." " You didn't bring any underage kids did you, did you!?" " No, no... they are all 18... but still virgins... just the way you wanted..." With a lewd smile Aunt Brandy quipped. " Ok!... I will have them cum thru my back door... better if the neighbor don't see a bunch of horny kids entering at once...." We went around and her back door was already gapping open. Aunt Brandy was standing in the leaving room, in a curvaceous pose with hands on her hips and legs slightly opened. I entered first and my friends followed me with gasps for air and involuntary exclamations. " Hi boys!" " Oh wow! " Said Todd. " Oh Moma! " Simon cried. " Oh shit... Check that ass! " Jerome slobbered. " Ooooo....My ass... yeah yeah.... Jimmy told me you horny pervs jerk off for my ass five times a day!.... Is that right?.... Huh? " Swaying her voluptuous body sensually like a belly dancer, Aunt Brandy removed her lingerie with slow dancing movement, revealing her 36DD rock hard natural breasts. " Let's see you perverts jerk off for this..." Aunt Brandy turned around swiveling and caressing her hips and ass with both hands. Bending over slightly, Aunt Brandy pulled her black g"string further up her ass, running her hands up and down her awesome butt cheeks, showcasing to us her marvelous back side framed by the tiny black g"string. Her high heels enchanced her long legs perfectly, and her big firm ass looked so smooth and inviting. " ... you horny teenies never thought you'd be seeing my ass this close... did you?...." Looking straight back at us, Aunt Brandy pulled the g-string to the side and smiled lewdly. Aunt Brandy opened her legs, bent bent her back cocking her ass to us, and slitly lifted the lower folds of her buns with both hands! " .... is that what you horny virgins jerk off for?... huh? ... do you dream of sticking your virgin cocks up my tight ass hole?.... yeah??.... " We got a glimpse of the most delicious shaved pussy and the sweetest, cleanest tight butt hole. Smiling back at us she continued teasing. " Well... wouldn't that be nice huh??..." Even I was surprised with Aunt Brandy's language and straight forwardness. She knew she was driving us crazy. Turning around Aunt Brandy cupped her big breasts and gently squeezed them together. " Now.... Are you perverts all 18 years old???.... all virgins?" The poor little bastards could only nod, as their eyes and mouth were trained onto Aunt Brandy's poking nipples. " Yes... Jerome, Simon and Todd are all 18 and still virgins." " Uhmm..... " In a sensual exclamation of approval, Aunt Brandy brought each big nipple to her puckered lips, sucking them generously moist. Aunt Brandy finally gently pulled both nipples with the tip of her fingers, bringing those big suckers out to full hard blossom! Moving her hips seductively, the show continued.... " Now... you all gonna pop your cherries fucking Jimmy's Aunt tonight... so....do you wanna fuck me slow and sweet?... tender missionary style?... huh...? " Nobody could utter an answer but we all rubbed our hard cocks in anticipation of whatever Aunt Brandy was going to do to us. " Oh... poor horny virgin boys! You all look like your're gonna cum in your shorts already!.. Ok... we'll play it by ear... now....let's see those virgin cocks of yours... who wants a blow job for starters, huh?" Moving to us, Aunt Brandy seductively pulled us by the back of our necks and french kissed us moistly. She rubbed the dick of each one of us, ending with Jerome. " You must be Jerome... Jimmy told me all about you... you're a big cock pervert aren't ya?" Aunt Brandy slowly crouched in front of him, ran her hand on his hardening cock and slowly pulled his shorts down. Looking up at him, her hands pulled Jerome's cock out of his briefs. " Yeah!!... There you go!!... Jimmy was right!" Holding by the base, Aunt Brandy opened her mouth wide and mouthed Jerome's big black cock at once without ceremony, stuffing his cock firmly down her throat. " Uhmm!... I doubt anyone will ever suck your cock so good like this!... Uhmm!... Enjoy my mouth you big cock teenager!!... Uhmm!" After mouth fucking in his cock several times, Aunt Brandy pulled back to pump and lick the big cock all over, and then put him back in her mouth, bulging her cheeks full and making herself gag to keep it all in. " Uhmm! Uhmm!... is this big teenie cock gonna cum in my mouth??... Uhmm! " After pumping her mouth and hands on Jerome's huge 10" cock, Aunt Brandy teasingly stopped just short of making Jerome explore his boiling cum in her mouth. Aunt Brandy turned for Todd's thick 8" cock, which he was pumping in a full erection. " Oh my!!...Wow.. what do we got here?? .... a fat cock!!... Uhmm!... Uhmm!... is it gonna cum good in my mouth too? huh?.... Uhmm!... Stuffing her mouth with Todd's thick cock, Aunt Brandy's lips puckered out with the girth of his fat boner. Aunt Brandy started to alternate mouthing Todd's thick 8' fatty and Jerome's 10" black monster. Aunt Brandy spat on both poles and suck them again, pumping one on each hand, making sure they were just about to cum. " Uhmm... Uhmm!... (Spit) ... I can't even wrap my hands around your teenage cocks!... Uhmm!... Uhmm!...(Spit)... you tell me when you gonna cum OK?... now watch me suck your cocks all the way in my mouth!!!...Uhmm!... Uhmm!...(Spit)... " I was almost cuming just by hearing her slutty talk. Simon and I surrounded Aunt Brandy in a circle of hard aching teenage cocks. This amazing statuesque woman, bounced her abundant tits and ass as she pumped Todd's and Jerome's hard cocks in her mouth. Her position was so hot, with long open legs and g-string disappearing under her big hard butt, while squatting on her high heels. Swiveling her voluptuous body around in this crouching position made us madly hot for her. " Uhmmm!... teenage perverts....Uhmmmm!... are you all gonna cum in Aunty's mouth? ... Uhmmmm!... I bet you never had your big cocks sucked like this before... huh?..... " " My.. my girlfriend sucks me but won't let me cum! Fucking princess bitch!.... She say she's saving for marriage!" Said frustrated Simon handling his small 5" pecker. " Uhmm! Uhmm!.... Poor horny virgin... " Swiveling to face Simon, Aunt Brandy handled and pumped his hard but tiny 5" circumcised little pecker." "... let's do this.... I'll show you what that little bitch gotta do and you shoot all that saved up cum in my mouth... OK?... would that be OK with you.... huh??...." Releasing his cock, Aunt Brandy grabbed Simon's buttocks and pushed his entire tiny dick in her open mouth. Simon trembled as Aunt Brandy swallowed his prick in one gulp. She pumped his hips aggressively, shoving this tiny cock in and out of her throat.... " Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!... little bitch can't fuck like this.... Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!... can she??.... would she make you cum in her mouth?...Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!... huh?..." Face fucking his dick hard, releasing to spit the juice and talk nasty, Aunt Brandy was as slutty as it gets. " Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!...(Spit).... virgin pervert... Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!... (Spit) .... fuck my mouth!... Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!... (Spit).... saving for that little bitch???.... huh?" Simon grabbed Aunt Brandy's hair pushing his cock hard down her throat. It was an amazing to watch face fuck. She was looking straight up at Simon, grabbing his buttocks and pumping his hips aggressively, deep fucking his cock down her throat, her tongue sticking out and drooling. He had his eyes closed and ready cum any second. " Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!...(Spit).... fuck it!... Aagh! Aagh! Aagh!....(Spit).... cum in my mouth you bastard!! " As soon as Aunt Brandy said that, Simon shot a huge stream of jism on the left side her forehead, spilling down her left cheek and side of her mouth. Aunt Brandy opened her mouth to catch the next stream which landed on the tip of her nose and dripped down her lips. Aunt Brandy closed her lips around his tiny cock and swallowed Simon's jism. Simon kept fucking Aunt Brandy's face and ejaculating his cock hard on Aunt Brandy's mouth. " Aagh! Aagh! Aagh! (Spit) " Aunt Brandy couldn't swallow all of Simon's cum, drooling out a large chunk that dripped down her chin and hard tits." " Uhmm! Uhmm!... So much cum Simon!! ... Uuhmm! " Licking her lips and swallowing cum, Aunt Brandy pulled off from Simon's still hard cock, face and mouth obscenely dripping fresh cum and ready for more... " Uhmm... That little bitch should learn a lesson!... Now... Who's next?... Jimmy... where is your cock baby? .... want Aunty to suck that big butt fucker of yours... huh?..." I fed Aunt Brandy my aching 9 incher as she swiveled to face me. With a lewd cum filled smile Aunt Brandy approvingly looked and pumped at my engorged cock. Aunt Brandy opened her cum dripping lips and mouthed my cock slowly. After only a few head pumps, Aunt Brandy added Jerome and Todd to her cock sucking circuit, alternating stuffing our big cocks down her throat only a couple of times each time around. " Uhmm!.. Goddamn big cock teenagers! Uhmm!... I've got so much cum on my face and still have three big ones to go!! Uhmm!! " Aunt Brandy kept sucking our cocks until, out of turn, Todd announced his orgasm: " I gonna cum, I gonna cum!! " Pulling off Jerome's black pole and turning her head swiftly, Aunt Brandy opened her mouth wide to receive Todd's load. " Right here in my mouth honey!" Todd's orgasm was like an avalanche of milk. It blasted on Aunt Brandy's nose, cheek and upper lip, spraying all over. Todd shot another jet right in her open mouth, which she swallowed down quickly, opening her mouth again for more. The third blast landed on her chin and lower lip. Aunt Brandy leaned forward, mouthing his fat cock head to deposit the last shot in her mouth. " Uhmmm.... Uhmmm! ... my goodness... you boys are drenching me in so much cum! Uhmmm! " She sucked him down several more times. " We didn't jerk off for three days saving for tonight! " I confessed our pact. With her face dripping, and her mouth cheeks bulging full of Todd's cum, Aunt Brandy turned back to Jerome and I and spat Todd's cum all over our cocks. " (Spit) (Spit) ... Fuck!.... Is that right??!! (Spit)... That explains all the nasty teenager cum in my face...! (Spit)..." After empting her mouth from Todd's cum, Aunt Brandy mouthed Jerome's huge cock, making Todd's cum disappear back into her sloppy mouth. She forced the big cock down her throat, drooling cum thru the sides of her pretty lips, while jerking him off with Todd's cum as lubricant. What a cock sucking slut! " (Spit) ... nasty black cock! Uhmm! Uhmm! (Spit) ... gonna cum all over my face too huh?!.... Uhmm! Uhmm! (Spit).... " Holding my cock with the other hand and now turning towards me, Aunt Brandy did the same thing to me! She spat all the cum and saliva collected in her mouth into my hard throbbing cock! " (Spit).... How about you my dear?... wanna cum all that saved up cum on Aunty's face too?... Uhmm! Uhmm! (Spit)..." Then Aunt Brandy began swapping between Jerome and I, spiting and sucking Todd's cum back and forth several times between us. " Uhmm! (Spit) ... big cock perverts!!... Uhmm! (Spit) ... I'll let you fuck me after y'all cum on my mouth... OK?... Uhmm! (Spit) ... huh?" She alternated sucking us hungrily down her throat while pumping our super hard cocks in her fists. Her face was a mess of two huge loads of cum, and she knew before long we too would be shooting our huge loads in her pretty face. Sensing our imminent orgasms Aunt Brandy decided to get kinkier... " Ummmh!... my horny virgin boys... let's move to the couch! " Aunt Brandy swung her statuesque figure and kneeled on the couch, leaning forward on the back rest. Facing Jerome and I, we could see how Aunt Brandy's face was so obscenely covered with cum. Specially around and on the corners of her mouth, where there were large portions still hardening. Spreading her knees and raising her awesome ass framed by the black g-string, Aunt Brandy offered her face for Jerome's and my cock and we alternated stuffing her pretty mouth with our hard cocks. " ... fucking perverts.... you gonna mess up my face with your cum....?... kinky virgin bastards ..." Todd and Simon, still reeling from their huge orgasm, moved to each side of Aunt Brandy's raised ass, each grabbing a hold of a butt cheek. Pleasantly surprised, Aunt Brandy exclaimed: " ...Oh!.... you kinky bastards!.... you just cum all over my face.... and now you gonna eat my pussy doggy style??!! .... you nasty virgins....!! " Pulling the g-string to the side and sticking his tongue out, Todd lowered his face and licked his toungue on Aunt Brandy's pussy and Simon followed next. They alternated licking the entire extend from clit to near her asshole. Aunt Brandy went crazy! " Aaaah Yeah! Yeah! ... fucking perverts... who taught you all this kinky stuff!!???.... aahh yeah!!... aaah yeah!!... lick my clit now... both together!! ... " Todd and Simon both flicked their tongues on Aunt Brandy's clit, trying in vain not to touch each other. " Ah Yeah! ....you perverts!.... that's good!!... Oh fuck...!!.... now one in my clit and the other inside.... go for it ...Ah Yeah!" Aunt Brandy leaned forward against the back of the couch, allowing Todd and Simon even better access to her back hole. With each forcing one butt cheek open with both hands, Aunt Brandy tight asshole was spread exposed. Todd and Simon took long swipes from inside Aunt Brandy's pussy all the way to her tight butt hole and proceeded to flick their wiggling tongues onto it, rimming her sphincter. Aunt Brandy was surprised with their naughtiness: " Oooohh!!... goddamn perverts!... you're gonna lick my ass now??!... Yeah??!!!... Oooohhh!!... I didn't know you gonna be such kinky perverts.... Oooohh!!" Todd and Simon alternated fucking Aunt Brandy's tight asshole with their hungry virgin tongues. They hardened theirs tongues and were using them as ramming little cocks into Aunt Brandy's distending sphincter. Simon and Todd started jerking their hard cocks while suffocating in Aunt Brandy's ass. " Oh jerk off perverts!!... You like that don't ya??... tongue fuck my ass and jerk off your virgin cocks!!... Huh??!... kinky teenagers!!!.... are gonna make me cum with your tongues in my ass!!..." Aunty Brandy all but forgot about Jerome and I. She was pushing the back of the couch onto Todd and Simon's faces, as they tongue fucked Aunt Brandy's asshole nice and hard. They had their faces engulfed in Aunt Brandy's big ass, and were licking for their life. " Yeah!!.. Yeah.... tounge my asshole!...!...Yeah!!.. Yeah!... just like that!! ...Yeah!!.. Yeah!... I'm gonna cum!!... " Aunt Brandy wiggled and rub her ample butt hard on their faces. Todd and Simon quickened the tongue fuck relay on Aunt Brandy's asshole, wriggling theirs faces to get as deep as their tongue could do, and getting a lot of juice from Aunt Brandy in return. " Aahh! Fuck!... lick my ass... Yeah!!.. Yeah!... I'm gonna cum you fucking perverts ... Yeah!!.. Yeah!!... kinky teenagers!! .... lick my ass... I'm gonna cum!!... Aaahh! Aaah!" Jerome shoved Aunt Brandy's mouth with his hard cock as she opened her mouth to scream her orgasm from Todd and Simon's tongue fucking her asshole. " Aahh!... Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!..... Aaahh!... I'm cuming... you perverts!!! ...Aaaaaaaaahh!!!..... Fuck!!!!! Aaaaaaaaahh!!... " Aunt Brandy ground her hips hard back at Todd and Simon's faces, as they both simultaneously shoved their tongues up her ass. She tensed and stopped moving for a couple of seconds with Jerome's cock in her mouth, and then shook like she was having a seizure, squirting backward a jet of cum and hitting both teenagers faces with the clear, sweet liquid." Prolonging her overwhelming orgasm, Aunt Brandy kept rocking back and forth between sucking Jerome's cock down her mouth and grinding Todd and Simon's tongues buried in her big hard buns. Realizing her insatiable sexual nature and overwhelmed from her hard butt grinding orgasm, Todd and Simon emerged from between Aunt Brandy's butt cheeks with his face red and drenched. In sheer kinkiness Simon slipped his middle finger inside her butt hole half way to the knuckle! Face distorted still in orgasm and dripping globs of cum, Aunt Brandy released Jerome's cock from her mouth, looked back and hissed at Simon: " Aaaah!!.... FUCK!!!... Goddamn pervert!! ... you gonna finger my ass now??!!... huh?!... Aaaah!!" Encouraged by Aunt Brandy's nasty treatment, Simon used one hand to spread her big ass bun aside, and inserted his middle finger all the way up Aunt Brandy's ass! " Aaah!!... Fuck!!.... kinky mother fucker!!!... you licked my asshole and made me cum!!... now you gonna finger my asshole!!??... Yeahh??... kinky bastards... you are all a bunch of kinky teenagers!!... fuck!!... Aaah!!.." Todd grabbed Aunt Brandy's g-string and ass cheeks and pulled them apart as Simon proceeded finger fucking Aunt Brandy's asshole deep with his middle finger... " Aaah!!... you kinky perverts!... feel how tight that ass is!!?.... Aahh!... finger my ass slow you bastard!... " Allowing Simon's to finger her asshole deep, Aunt Brandy enjoyed looking at the finger invading her tight asshole. Aunt Brandy was pushing on the back of the couch, rocking her voluptuous body back and forth, butt fucking Simon's finger with her ass buns spread wide open by Todd's hands. Looking back at Simon, Aunt Brandy offered him the grand prize... " ... goddamn teenage pervert.... you like butt fucking my ass with your finger?? .... huh? ... maybe you wanna put that little cock up my ass instead.... huh??.... yeah?... want it in my butt??... you kinky bastard... wanna loose your cherry up my ass now?... huh?" Simon couldn't believe his luck.... .... yeah?... fucking pervert!!... you wanna put that little pecker up my ass don't you... huh??.... yeah?!... you kinky bastard want to butt fuck me now??!!....yes??!!.... ok... you got it... get up on the couch and butt fuck that ass good.... you teenager pervert!!..." Simon immediately stood up on the couch, as Aunt Brandy lowered her head and raised up her ass even higher! Mounting Aunt Brandy like a mare in heat, Simon held his little hard dick down toward Aunt Brandy's tight anus. " .... lucky son of a bitch!... gonna loose your cherry corning my ass like this...huh?... kinky and nasty! ...butt fucking pervert!!" Todd moved behind them and pulled Aunt Brandy's buns forcefully down, spreading them wide apart for Simon's little dick. Aunt Brandy felt a pleasant cooling of her inner sphincter as the moist saliva inside got exposed to the air... " Aaww my god!!!...you perverts gonna butt fuck me in the ass kinky like that!!! huh?!....with your friend spreading my ass open for you!?... yeah??... kinky mother fucker ... butt fuck that pecker in my ass and enjoy it... GO SLOW!... goddamn teenagers...! " Simon stumbled inserting his dick down Aunt Brandy's butt-hole. Her hips were too high and wide for him to mount, and he kept missing. Half laughing and half impatient, Aunt Brandy reached back and pumped his little dick toward her glorious butt hole. " Right here...! ... now push that little dick right in the asshole!... Go for it! " As Aunt Brandy helped position Simon's little dick at the entrance of her sphincter, Simon finally popped his little dick head into Aunt Brandy's tight asshole. Aunt Brandy Initiates My Friends Ch. 01 " Aaaahhh!!.... There you go!... you got my ass!... Aaaahhh!! ..... yeah... now fuck it.... you pervert!..... go on and fuck your cherry up my ass .... " Leaning forward and holding onto the back of the couch, Simon squatted on top of Aunt Brandy's hips pushing the rest of his tiny dick into Aunt Brandy's still tight ass. His legs came clear off the couch as Simon was quite literally riding Aunt Brandy's ass. " Aaaahhh!!... That's it!.... You got it in my ass deep now you kinky bastard!!... Aah!.... " From his standing position on the floor, Todd had Aunt Brandy's tight pussy right leveled with his fat bastard cock. He moved his hard cock to the entrance, bending backward to see her pussy better and to avoid getting too close to Simon's squat open ass. Todd pushed the head of his fatty in her waiting pussy. " Aaaah!!... Fuck!.... fucking teenager perverts!!!... Aaaah!!... you gonna double fuck my ass and pussy now...??!!... kinky bastards!!....Aaaah!!" Even from thousands of hours watching porn on the Internet I couldn't have imagined such kinky double fucking scenario was possible! Goddamn, this woman was really something out of this world. Todd and Simon were really stepping up to the plate, inserting their hard cocks deep into Aunt Brandy's tight holes. " Aah yeah!!... kinky perverts....!!... you are the nastiest virgins I've fucked... Aahh!... Yeah!!... double fuck Aunty good... Fuck me good just like that...!!...." Todd and Simon pumped their cocks deep into Aunt Brandy's horny pussy and asshole.... " Aah yehh!!! ... Fuckers!!!... Aaaahh!!!... fuck that ass and pussy you teenager perverts!!...." Finding leverage holding the back of the couch, Simon started to swing on top of Aunt Brandy's ass, feet clear off the couch and his full wait on top of her. He started to ride her ass hard and fast, kind of a mix of a frog with a rabbit style. He was out of this world, eyes closed and riding his hips wildly. No class at all... " Aaahh!! Goddamn!!... gonna butt fucking my ass like that!!?? ... huh?? " Aunt Brandy said bouncing from Simon's hard rabbit style. " Aaahh!!... kinky mother fucker!!.... wanna butt fuck me hard up my ass!!?? Yeah!!??... " Simon went wild with Aunt Brandy's nasty talk. He started to shake wildly with his entire body. Aunt Brandy brought both hands to the couch to stabilize herself for the wild ride and hissed back at Simon... " Aawwh!!...my ass!!.... damn you fucking pervert!!... Aawwhh!!.. butt fucking me in the ass so hard.... Aawwhh!!" Meanwhile Todd pumped his thick cock into Aunt Brandy's delicious pussy and the action was all about Aunt Brandy shaking and thrashing... " Aawwh!!... you perverts both gonna loose you cherry at once!.... kinky bastards!!" Simon blew his wad in an earth shattering orgasms. Simon froze with his pecker buried inside Aunt Brandy's ass, and his legs stiff in a frog like position, in a not so hot hilarious cartoon position. " Aaff!!... nasty mother fucker!.... You fucked me ass so hard!!.... Aawww!!... Pulling his softening cock out, Simon dismounted Aunt Brandy as a river of watery cum oozed out of Aunt Brandy's butt"hole, splashing down onto Todd's cock and hands. " Goddamn it Simon! " Todd protested. We all laughed hard, and Simon ran out of the room without a word, embarrassed by his peculiar performance. " .... Awh! Did you leave your teenager cherry cum up my ass...?? ....huh?... was it good? Damn teenage perverts!... I didn't think you'd be so kinky... Are you OK back there Todd?... wanna go next?...." Aunt Brandy rocked back and pumped Todd's cock inside her tight pussy. " Now fuck that fat cock cherry up my tight pussy... OK? ... pussy fuck me doggy style and slap my ass hard... you'd love it, I promise..." While still pumping Todd's cock inside her pussy, Aunt Brandy slowly spread her knees real wide, lowering her hips all the way down almost flushing her legs on the seat. Like a striper in an amazingly flexible leg spread, Aunt Brandy looked back at Todd offering her awesome back side for his thick 8" cock. " Doggy fuck my pussy you pervert! ... Fuck Aunty deep and enjoy your first fuck!... go nice and slow...OK?" Todd was a lot more composed than Simon. Over her shoulder Aunt Brandy grabbed her ass buns open with one hand, while the other reached underneath to her pussy, opening her pussy lips for the fat cock entry. In that position Aunt Brandy set her buns up and pussy opened for fucking Todd's cock nice and sensually. What a hot Aunt I have!! Todd positioned his hard dick at the entrance of Aunt Brandy's waiting pussy and pushed the fat head inside... " Oooh! Fat cock pervert... enjoy my tight pussy... Yeah... Like that!... Here we go!..." Todd held Aunt Brandy's buns and pushed more fat cock inside... " Yeah!... Fuck!!.... nice thick cock my virgin boy.... Yeah!.... now slap my ass... Go for it... it's fun..." Slap! Todd layed his heavy hand timidly but firmly on Aunt Brandy's ass. " HARDER!! Spread it open and fuck your fat cock deep in that asshole... Yeah, yeah, yeah...." Slutty Aunt Brandy raised her messy face up and offered her mouth to our cocks. Bouncing from Todd's fat cock fucking, she alternatively mouthed our cocks for several minutes. Aunt Brandy fucking and sucking our cocks was a lot of fun. She was swinging, grinding, pushing onto Todd's fully inserted cock while pumping, liking our balls, sucking the cock heads, deep throating, gagging and forcing our whole cocks in her mouth and spiting cum and saliva. She even tried to suck them both at the same time, and laughed and giggle. Unable to resist the moist puckered asshole in front of him while man handling Aunt Brandy's ample ass, Todd brought his big finger to her butt-hole... Using Simon's semmen as lubricant, Todd caressed his middle finger around the sphincter hole and inserted it deep inside. " Uhmmm!!... Phuck...!!... uuhmm!" Aunt Brandy exclaimed with her mouth full of Jerome's black cock. Aunt Brandy seemed to be waiting for a reason to get kinkier. Looking back at him, Aunt Brandy backed her ass onto Todd's cock and finger.... " You pervert!!... You want it in my ass too huh?... You wanna loose you cheery butt fucking my ass kinky like your friend did... don't you pervert?... " Aunt Brandy said with a lewdly provoking face.... " I know you want it.....kinky bastards!!.... ya'll wanna butt fuck your cherries up my ass with your big virgin cocks..." Aunt Brandy went back to sucking Jerome's big cock... Todd inserted another finger up Aunt Brandy's shitter, and it slid tightly even with all of Simon's left over cum. " Aww yeah!.... that's good... fuck it in and out... alternate with fucking my pussy and ass... Yeah!!... virgin pervert...." Speeding up, Todd shoved his cock and fingers in Aunt Brandy's pussy and asshole. Not wanting him to cum in the wrong place, Aunt Brandy pulled her body and Todd's cock came out with a pop. Aunt Brandy turned around and mouthed Todd's thick cock holding and squeezing Todd's cock by the base. Her hand could not close around the entire fat cock. She deep throated and spat on his dick several times. " (Spit) Uuuummm!.... (Spit) Uuum!... want it in my ass now, huh??... Yeah?... kinky teenager pervert... " Still holding his cock firmly Aunt Brandy turned back around and raised her ass to him. She aimed his thick dick to her butt hole.... " Here we go... Goddamn fat cock... gonna stretch my ass wide open... You butt fuck my ass slow you fat cock pervert... you cock is too goddman thick to go in all at once... understand?" Aunt Brandy spread her ass cheeks centering her butt hole on the tip of Todd's cock, and slowly pushed back onto it. Todd's cock bent with the pressure. Aunt Brandy grabbed it and wiggle her hips backward, while rubbing and pushing the fat head onto her ass sphincter, forcing its way into her asshole. The fat cock kept slipping off the target. It was too thick... " GODDAMNIT!!... You wanna butt fuck me in the ass, didn't you?... So push that fat fucker up that goddamn asshole!!... fuck that fat virgin cock up my ass and enjoy it good...." With forceful hip work and wiggling, the fat cock head popped in her asshole. " Aaaaww!... There it goes!!.. aaaawww!!... your cock is up my ass!!... Aaaww fuck!!.... mother fucker!! Enjoy loosing your cheery up my ass you bastard!!... Aaawww!!" Aunt Brandy had barely put the cock head in her ass and they both looked like they were going to cum. Aunt Brandy loved a big cock up her ass just as much as Todd was going crazy with her tight ass grip in his fat cock. " Aaaw fuck!!... thick mother fucking cock up my ass!... Aaaw!... Slow down... you bastard!! Butt fuck the head in and out... like this..." Holding his cock in her hand, Aunt Brandy moved back and forth fucking Todd's thick cock head up her asshole. She wiggled while fucking her ass on his pole until her sphincter relaxed and opened up some more... " Yeah!.... Here we go... You are corning my ass good now you teenager pervert... Fuck that ass ... Yeahh!!.... Aaaww!.... Slow down you mother fucker..." Aunt Brandy finally had a real cock up her ass, and I could tell she was gonna cum. His fat cock was hardening and widening even more as it pumped her tight asshole. It was so fat that it squeezed narrowly as it entered her butt. Aunt Brandy pushed her big butt back and forth onto his thick cock until the entire fat pole disappeared inside her butt!! " Aaah! Fuck!!!!! Aaaahh! Fat cocked bastard!!!!! Is that what you wanna? Huh? Loose you cheery up my butt?? Huh?? Fucking pervert! Aah!! " As Aunt Brandy finally butt fucked Todd's entire 8" thick hard cock it swollen up deep inside her ass hole, like a dog's cock knot. Aunt Brandy enjoyed the pain.... " Aaaaww!! Fat cock virgin mother fucker! Butt fuck my ass good with that virgin fat fucker! Butt fuck my ass! " Todd force pumped and it seemed his cock knot would pop all the way out and back in with each back and forth movement. It was definetely a different composition and it made Aunt Brandy go crazy in pain and pleasure... " Aaaaww!! God!!! Yeah!! Fuck!! I'm gonna cum...." Without jerking off for 3 days, Jerome and I were going crazy with all this. Eyes closed and cum soaked face, Aunt Brandy mouthed Jerome's huge black cock down her throat, hands free, as she used both hands to try to spread her ass cheeks open for Todd's fat cock butt fucking. " Aaaaww!! Butt fuck my ass you virgin bastard!! I'm gonna cum with your fat cock up my ass!! Aaaww! " Aunt Brandy spread her ass as far as she could, and backed forcefully onto Todd's fat cock, taking it all in for her orgasm. They glued and ground her ass onto his cock as Todd and Aunt Brandy grunted and shrived with the onset of an intense orgasm with his engorged cock buried all the way to the limit up her tighten up ass hole. " Aaaaawww!!! Aaaaawww!!! " Aunt Brandy felt a hot stream of Todd's plentyful jism going up her ass. At the same time, sensing his incoming orgasm, Jerome forced his huge black cock further down Aunt Brandy's throat. Holding her head he shot a gallon of black cock cum straight down her stomach. " Aaaggghhh!! Aaaggghhh!! Aaaggghhh!! " Aunt Brandy grunted with Jerome's forced feeding black cum down her throat. Grounding her ass with Todd's entire fat cock cuming inside her boils, and shaking her head frantically to get Jerome's exploding cock deeper inside her throat, Aunt Brandy shook all up, taking a gallon of hot teenage cum on both ends of her digesting system for a long minute. It was the most intense orgasm I've seem. While Jerome was still cuming, Aunt Brandy's could not help but to instinctively expel the huge intruding pole in her throat and to regurgitate a mouth full of thick white spunk. " Aaaggghhh!! (Spit) (Cough, cough) (Spit)! Aaaggghhh!! " Aunt Brandy was trying to catch her breath from almost drowning in cum. Jerome kept hosing her face with thick spunk, landing heavily on her forehead. He finally found her coughing mouth wide opened and reincertedc his black pole right back in. " Aaaggghhh!! " Still shaking from Todd's butt fucking, Aunt Brandy swallowed down and face fucked Jerome's pole like a goddamn insatiable whore. Jerome drove another stream of hot cum down her throat again, enticing another gagging reflex and grasp for air. " (Spit) (Cough, cough) (Spit) Woaaaww!! Gee... Fucking A!! (Cough, cough) (Spit) You ain't fucking kidding huh? That black monster cum like a horse down my throat!! (Cough, cough) (Spit)..." Still with Todd's thick throbbing cock and hot cum deep up her ass, Aunt Brandy turned around to her back door assailant. " Goddamn you virgin ass fucker!!... I'm sure you will remember this butt fucking for life... Damn!!! My ass is burning with your hot cum!!...Did you like deep butt fucking my tight ass?... Wasn't it the best way to loose your fat cock's cherry? Huh?" Aunt Brandy pulled off and Todd's cock released like a huge crap coming out of her shiter. It was so thick and wet that we heard a pop and a flow of cum drenched down Aunt Brandy's legs! " GODDAMN butt fucker! You cum so much in my face and in my asshole! " Aunt Brandy commented while reaching back to check the damaged done by Todd's butt fucking her ass. Still spiting black cock cum, Aunt Brandy started subsiding from her earth shattering orgasm. " Aaauggh! (Spit, spit)... So much teen cum...!! That was a royal gang banging mouth and butt fuck I tell you boys!! You are the kinkiest, nastiest, big cock virgins mother fuckers I could ever imagined!!!" I was beside myself. Everyone has cum at least once, and here I was almost jerking off myself. " Jimmy.... My sweet big cock angel, you must be so horny!! " Rolling onto her back, Aunt Brandy raised and opened her legs high up in the air and held her shaved pussy lips opened with her fingers on a 'V' in a irresistible slutty invitation. Her ass was just off the seat of the couch and her gapping asshole was dripping cum on the carpet. " Poor horny pervert! Come here... My aching tight pussy needs that giant cock of yours!! " I was so happy to hear that! As I approached her, I could not believe the scene in front of me! Aunt Brandy looked so beautifully attractive, yet obsene beyond words! Her big blue eyes and bright smile punctuated her three times butt fucked asshole and mouth. Her asshole was as wide as a silver dollar, and it was oozing gooey cum in globs and rivers. It was swollen red, glistening with liquid and amazingly still throbbing in orgasm. But that was nothing compared with her pretty face. Aunt Brandy was flashing the most beautiful smile, and her perfect mouth and teeth were overwhelmed with cum. I could see overlaying texture from three different teenage cum. Starting from the corners of her mouth down, transparent white cum coated her pretty face all the way to her ears, neck and tits. So much cum glued the ending corners of her mouth shut. Her forehead, cheeks and nose sported globs and globs of hardening dripping cum. I lean on top of her knowing this was going to be so quick. Aunt Brandy held my super hard cock by the base, and I thought I was gonna cum right there." " Fuck that big mother fucker right here in my pussy dear nephew! " Aunt Brandy positioned and pull my cock eagerly toward her entrance. Trying to control myself, I slowly pressed my cock and invaded her warm tight snatch with deliberate slow speed, even though I knew it was going to be very short. As I slowly penetrated her warn pussy, Aunt Brandy arched her back in pleasure and pain. " Aahh! Yeah! Aunty needed your big cock in her pussy so much...!! Fuck Aunty good with that big cock my angel!! " Half way in I felt the incoming orgasm, I pulled back out just so I would get to pump her pussy at least once before I cum. As I pressed back into her tightness I felt the three days of self restrain flood into Aunt Brandy's uterus in hot exploring cum. I kept inserting to the wilt while still cuming. " Oh my God! Ohhh Jimmy! Cum on Aunty's pussy! Cum on me!! Cum...!!! " Aunt Brandy's orgasm was just like mine. This woman was a fucking machine, and her pussy had been neglected so far. My super hard 9 incher and hot cum hit her spot just right. I pumped in and out while still cuming. In fact, I fucked Aunt Brandy's pussy for a minute while cuming rivers of jism. Cum sprayed out of the sides of my cock when I pressed inside her tight pussy. Aunt Brandy's orgasm was just as long lasting. " Oh my big cock angel! You brought all your friends in here to butt fuck me, and now you give Aunty this huge orgasm!!! And you're so horny still! I love you so much!! Tell me what else you want my big cock lover... " Aunt Brandy could see the answer to that question right in my eager eyes and still throbbing cock in her pussy. " Wanna butt fuck my ass too, huh?.... Yeah?.... I know you want it in my butt .... you pervert.... if this is all that you horny bastards want... Ok ... " Reaching under her, Aunt Brandy pulled my cock out of her pussy and a river of cum flowed down her gapping asshole. " You just gonna have to share me with horny Jerome... OK? His got this boner ever since he saw my ass and I know he wants to loose his cheery butt fucking my ass with his big black cock." Aunt Brandy turned around again, into my most favorite position. She raised her ample ass and opened her knees wide, spreading her butt cheeks by arching her back and pulling one side open with her hand over her shoulder. " Ok Jerome... finally!!... You wanted in my ass??... so here you go... you big black cock virgin... Cum butt fuck that nasty black cock up my asshole ... " Jerome moved behind Aunt Brandy pumping his still rock hard black cock and pointed to her gapping sloppy asshole. Aunt Brandy twisted around to suck and spit on Jerome's black pole a couple of times. Still holding on his cock, Aunt Brandy went back on all fours and guided Jerome's cock to the entrance of her asshole: " Now you two take turns butt fucking my ass... OK? Be gentle and no hogging!!... all right... let's do this thing..." Aunt Brandy gently backed up and the huge black cock head popped in. " Aaaawww! There we go...! It's in my ass .... Good thing it's nice and lubricated... big cock bastard... Butt fuck my ass slowly you mother fucker!!" Holding Jerome's huge black pole in one hand, while opening her ass with the other, Aunt Brandy expertly prolonged the virgin's experience, fucking her distended ass onto his huge horny black cock with slow and deliberate movements. " Aw yeah... fuck your nigger cherry up that ass.... aaww....slow down... goddamn big cock virgin...." Aunt Brandy's cum soaked face distorted with pain and pleasure. Holding his cock back, Aunt Brandy butt fucked it back and forth. Jerome butt fucked Aunt Brandy's wide open ass as she directed. She knew he was about to blow his cum and wanted to teach to enjoy the experience. " There we go... you are butt fucking my ass good... Yeah... enjoy loosing your cherry in my ass... Yeah... Uuhmm... Yeah.... butt fuck me good............. ok.... now it's Jimmy's turn.... OK!! no hogging Aunt Brandy's ass.... let Jimmy butt fuck his Aunty...." Jerome reluctantly moved to the side as I took his position. " There's my ass Jimmy! Butt fuck it like you did last week. Slow down for now ok?" I pressed into her anus and fucked further then Jerome did. " Aaaahh Yeah!!.... you like butt fucking your Aunt don't you pervert.... huh? ... Good going Jimmy... Yeah! ... go deeper now.... Aaaww! That's good... that's good right there... now let Jerome have his turn...." We switched again, and Jerome pushed his huge cock even further than I did. " Aaawwh fuck!.... Nigger's butt fucking my ass deep now.... huh?... like corning my ass with your virgin black cock... huh?.... kinky pervert...." Aunt Brandy Initiates My Friends Ch. 01 Our butt fucking Aunt Brandy got Todd all worked up again, and he wanted more. He moved over to Jerome to take his turn. " Todd!!!?... you horny son of bitch!.... you cum on my face and corned my ass already!! .... sit here.... let's get everybody going... I'm sure y'all like this..." Straddling his lap, Aunt Brandy sat her cum filled pussy onto Todd's hard fat cock at once. Smiling lewdly back at me, Aunt Brandy opened both ass cheeks obscenely wide offering up her asshole for my entry. " .... now you pervert wanna butt fuck Aunty's asshole DP STYLE???" My dream has cum true! I placed my throbbing hard cock in her puckered asshole and pushed in. " Aawwh yeah! Aaaww! You like DPing your Aunty's ass... you pervert!! Aaww!" I could feel Todd's cock in the other side of a thin piece of skin. Our cocks competed for the same space, as we fucked Aunt Brandy mercilessly. " Aaaah!....you perverted nephew!!... butt fucking your cock deep in your Aunty's ass now... nasty butt fucker!... Aaah!... you like DP you mother's sister in the ass??.... huh? ... like DP Aunty up her big ass while you friend corn her pussy?.... Yeah???... " Aunt Brandy was perfectly sandwiched nicely between Todd and I. Standing over her raised up and widely spread open ass, I had a perfect angle and freedom of movement to drill down my entire cock in and out of her gaping asshole. Aunt Brandy forced spreading her buns with both hands and pushed back at my invading cock one final thrust. " Ok .... now let Jerome DP my ass too.... cum on Jerome... DP my ass with that virgin black monster of yours...." Jerome replaced my cock up Aunt Brandy's ass, as she held him back to control his entrance. I brought my cock up to her face and Aunt Brandy was glad I did. " Nasty kinky bastard! ... want me to suck my DP ass out of you cock, huh? Ok... Uhhmm! (Spit) Uhhmm! (Spit)... " Aunt Brandy sucked me all the way down her dirty mouth, making nasty slurping sounds while swallowing her ass juices. Aunt Brandy pulled back realizing her kinky dream.... " Ummh!... kinky bastards.... Ummh!... got your virgin nigger cock up my ass.... Ummh!... DP my nephew up my ass and suck his cock juice.... Ummh!... gang banging me like a slut... " Aunt Brandy went back to deep throating my almost exploding cock... After a few more head bobs, Aunt Brandy wanted to get kinky again... " Ummh!.... switch again.... Ummh!... butt fuck my ass and let this nigger feed my ass in my mouth...Ummh!..." Jerome and I switched quickly as I felt my incoming orgasm. Todd and I pushed our fat cocks all the way in Aunt Brandy's pussy and asshole. That was all I needed as I couldn't hold it anymore. We both immediately exploded into her ass and pussy at once, squeezing Aunt Brandy tight between our bodies. Aunt Brandy took it all in and had the most intense orgasm of the evening, so far.... " AAAHHH!! GODDAMN!!! AAAAHHH!! I'M CUMING ... AAAAHHH!!" The three of us shook intensively meshing into one unison orgasm. We kept double fucking Aunt Brandy for a long couple of minutes, depositing our cum in her throbbing fuck holes. " Aww!!!... Fuck!!!... kinky bastards!! Aahhh!.... you teenage DP me like a goddamn whore... " Aunt Brandy said, squeezing and sucking Jerome's cock in her hand and bending her head way back in pain and pleasure. " Awww!!... my ass!!... fucking teenage nephew DP fucker!!... Aww!!..." After several minutes subsiding from our intense orgasms, I pulled my cock out, and Aunt Brandy's asshole remained gapping and oozing rivers of white cum. Regaining her breath, Aunt Brandy looked over and saw Jerome jerking his enormous looking cock. " ....poor Jerome!... my virgin black pervert.... wanna loose that big cherry now... huh??...." Jerome's cock looked like it had grown a couple of inches out of amazed horniness with the scene he's just witnessed. " Goddamn!!... Look how big is that thing!!... you gonna butt fuck me in the ass with that monster cock.... huh!!??" Rolling off Todd's lap, and leaving a stream of cum flowing from her pussy, Aunt Brandy went down on Jerome's big fat and long cock with hunger. She sucked and spat on it, but didn't want to finish him off like that... " uhhhmm!! (spit) Don't cum in my mouth again ok?.... uhhhmm!! (spit)... You gonna butt fuck your cherry up my ass real good..." Aunt Brandy raised up and turned her back to Jerome. Aunt Brandy backed up onto Jerome's lap, 'cowgirl' style, placing a foot next to him on the couch. " You wanna it kinky in my butt don't you teenager pervert... all right then... how bout butt fucking that big cock cherry like this.... cowgirl style.... huh???... would that be fun...??... all ready... Hold that black fucker straight up...." Aiming her asshole onto his foot long cock, Aunt Brandy reached back and opened her buns and proceeded to lower her ass onto the rock hard monster. As his cock head touched her sphincter, Aunt Brandy wiggled down onto it, reaching back and holding his cock it in place. " Firm it... here we go.... " Aunt Brandy squatted on Jerome's rock hard black cock half way at once. The black skin was immediately sprayed with white cum drooling down her asshole, and it obscenely coated his black pole with multiple drips of white liquid. " Aaaaw! Fuck!! Aaaww! " Still holding his cock with one hand and opening her ass cheek with the other, Aunt Brandy expertly fucked the black pole up and down, butt fucking his huge cock up her distended sphincter. Crazy with excitement, Jerome held and lowered her waist down onto his cock while pushing his huge cock up, slowly but firmly impaling Aunt Brandy's godly body onto his dark cum covered cock. " Aaaww!... mother fucker!!! Aaaaww!!... are you gonna butt fuck that big cock all the way up my ass!!?? ... Aaawwwh!... is that what you gonna do???.... Aaaaww!!" Jerome's strong arms pumped Aunt Brandy body up and down his foot long pole. Aunt Brandy leg squats controlled his merciless butt fucking somewhat, but soon she was just an impaled rag doll on top of his massive pole. " Ayeaww!... fucking nigger!!!... your cock is all the way up my ass now...!!! Aaaewh!! " Aunt Brandy was impaled with the huge cock all the way in her asshole. She brought one hand to her clit, and started to massage it firmly. The other hand reached the back of the couch, stabilizing her body so Aunt Brandy could bring the other leg up to the seat, opening her legs and ass obcenely for Jerome's all out inverted cowgirl butt fucking. " Aaawwwhh!... you got my ass deep now!! ... you kinky teenage butt fucker... how you like that, huh??.... gonna fuck your cherry up my ass??? huh...?... fucking pervert.... corning my asshole with that virgin black cock!!... Aaawwwhh!..." Jerome started to explode. He drove his cock up, while pulling her down, noisily bang slapping his legs on her ass cheeks, in a clear sign that his foot long black cock was shoving hard all the way up her ass. Aunt Brandy met his thrusts by sitting hard in his lap every time he drove his cock up her ass. Bouncing up and down while masturbating her clit Aunt Brandy announced her orgasm. " Aaaawww! Fuck! My ass!! Awww .... I'm cumming on your black cock!! Aawww!!" Aunt Brandy wide open ass slapped on Jerome's lap loudly. She cowgirl butt fucked that huge cock up and down with complete abandon and intensity. Jerome kept pistoning up Aunt Brandy's ass as cum sprayed with every upward thrust as Aunt Brandy's sphincter contracted Jerome's cock and both exploded in a shattering anal orgasm. " Aaah! My ass!!! Butt fucking nigger!! My ass!!! Aahh!" In a final climax, Aunt Brandy sat all the way down onto the black pole, making it disappear completely from view. Leaning back onto Jerome, Aunt Brandy ground her ass onto his lap, stirring the foot long cock inside her boils, while frantically jerking off her engorged clit. When she came, Aunt Brandy's pussy squirted a stream of cum that rivaled our own teenage ejaculation, and we could see her sphicter contract and squeeze around Jerome's cock " Oooohh! Fuck! Wow!! That was the hardest butt fucking I had in my life! Did you enjoy it Mr.? Wasn't it the greatest way to loose you black cock cherry? I can't believe I let a huge black virgin cock butt fuck me cowgirl!!!" Cowgirl Aunt Brandy got up and dismounted Jerome's foot long pole. The amount of cum oozzing out of her ass onto Jerome's cock was incredibly obscene and nasty. " WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!!?? " Robin, Simon's princess bitch girlfriend was standing in the living room, as nobody had seen her come in thru the open back door. She was looking hot and delicious as usual.... (continues on Aunt Brandy Initiates My Friends " Part II) Aunt Brandy Initiates My Friends Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Aunt Brandy does Robin ...... " WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!!?? Where the fuck is Simon? " Robin, Simon's bitch princess girlfriend was standing in the living room, as nobody had seen her come in thru the open back door. She was looking hot and delicious as usual. Hands in her hips in her typical bitchy pose, she was wearing a hot light blue mini-dress, all the accessories, high heels and plenty of make up. She was quite petite, with small teenager tits, and a cute little ass to die for. " Who the fuck are you? " Aunt Brandy asked " This is Robin.. Simon's girlfriend... " I said. " Where is Simon? I followed him and saw you all come in her back door. Where the fuck is he? And what the fuck is going on? " S.. Simon left. " I lied. " What you mean? " He didn't want to stay.... " You mean he wasn't part of the roughing sheat goin down here? BTW, WADAFUC was all that? " We are loosing our virginity... Aunt Brandy is teaching us to have sex.... " Omagosh!!... NO WAY!.... HAHA!!... You're all loosing your cherry... just like... right now!!??... and I just like... walked in on you!!??... HA!... FUNNIE!! Dagang's towdally gonna rip 'bout that! " Actually we all just did loose our virginity. You just missed it. " Oooh, nooo, nooo, noooo!!!... I saw PLENTIEE... belieeeve meee!... Like.... I saw the nigger fuck her mouth and cum all over the slut's face!... Fucking A SCHLUT!!... then like... I saw you two double up butt fucking your Aunt tramp up that big ass of hers and her sucking her butt juice off your cock!!.... WUOW!!.. That was just like... towdaly sick?!... Oh, oh... and did you say she's your AUNT!!!?... Isn't this called... like... 'inbreeding' or 'incesting' or something like that!!... Now... this last DP fuck relay you did on her ass... and her butt fucking her fatass down the nigger's big n' nasty black cock...?! cowgirl style?!... that was... fucking hardcore rad sheatt!!... Look at that nasty black cock!!... just look at it ...so big...!!... an... and all the dirty cum and shit oozing out her gapping asshole... I say... SCHLUT!!" " Listen up you little bitch.... First of all, are you old enough to be out and about at this hour and talking trash like this!!??" " Sure I'm... I just turned 18 and know exactly what a slut you are..." " Are you sure you know what you talking about?... have you ever had a cock up your skinny princess ass?..." " Ha! No way Ho"zay!!" " ...ever sucked on a black cock?..." " ...'cooourse nnoootttt!!!" " ... french kissed any cock?...." " ... non..." " ... jerked off a cock til it cums?...." " ... nope..." " ... had that pussy fucked good?..." " ... lo...." " ... had a stud eat that virgin snatch?..." " ... naaa ..." " ... had that little white ass liked Greek style?..." " ... ohi ..." " ... had you tities licked and sucked?..." " .... er... no answer ....." " ... had you pussy licked by another girl?...." " .... plea the 5th!....." " Uhm!.... wanna me to eat your pussy good til you cum? huh?.... wanna hold a big hard cock in your hands?...." " .......!!" Eight minutes later.... " Aawww my asss! GODDAMNIT! Aaawwww!" After quite a bit of force, Robin cried as the fat head of the dildo popped in her cute skinny, milky virgin asshole. " AAAUUUHHH MY ASSS! FUCK! AAUUHH! " " Oh yeah!... There we go... My cock in your ass!!.... " " GODDAMN YOU BITCH! AAAUUHH!" " Oh yeah! Delish little ass... " " FUCK YOU BITCH! It hurts like hell!! AAAAAHHH! MY ASSS! AAAAAHHH!" Aunt Brandy had Robin pinned down. Robin had her knees open on the floor with her skinny little ass cocked right up. Her little perky tits smashed against the couch seat between Jerome's legs. Her head was on Jerome's lap, and her tiny hand could not close around the base of this thick black monster. Robin kept her eyes closed and refused to look at the colossal cock right in front of her face. " Aauh my ass!... AAUH MY ASS!!" Towering Aunt Brandy was a whole foot taller than Robin, besides her obvious weight advantage. Counting her high heels, Aunt Brandy was at 6'3" tall with a full body of ample 36DD hard tits and ass, while Robin was a petite 5'2" princess with a bitch attitude. " Goddamn you ass fucking whore! You're butt fucking my virgin ass!" Aunt Brandy was crouching over Robin, with her hands pushing on Robin's tiny waist, opening her smooth butt cheeks to force the rubber strapon cock into Robin' milky white, skinny virgin ass. " You wanna loose your butt cherry tonight, didn't you perverted bitch...??... so relax that asshole so I can butt fuck your skinny ass! " Little princess turned out to be a multi"orgasm bitch. Robin had the firsts 4 orgasms of her life in less then a minute. Aunt Brandy hadn't even removed Robin's tiny minidress, acessories or high heels. She just hiked the dress up and pulled the thin straps down, and voila, Robin was totally naked in front of all of us. Aunt Brandy just pushed Robin's tiny undie to the side and was having her way with all sexual parts of poor defenseless Robin. First, over her false protests, Aunt Brandy licked her virgin pussy for only a few seconds and Robin came yelping like a cat. Then Aunt Brandy rolled her over on all fours and spread her milky white buns open. Over Robin's squealing, Aunt Brandy made her cum again by driving a firm wiggling tongue hard and deep up the virgin's tight asshole. Robin came twice again when Aunt Brandy butt fucked her long finger up Robin's tongue stretched and lubricated virgin asshole, while sucking Robin's clit from behind. " Aaaah!... Yes I wanna!... but it's too fucking big!!... Aaaahh!... BUTT FUCK MY ASS SLOW!!.. Aaah! YOU GODDAMN BITCH!!" " I promise you get used to it.... Now open your pretty mouth and suck that black cock!" " NO! NO WAY! I ain't sucking no nigger's cock!... I said I'd jerk it off in my hand!... but ain't sucking this big nasty butt fucking nigger's cock! NO!" " I know you wanna! SUCK IT!" " FUCK NO! IT JUST CAME OUT OF YOUR ASS, YOU MOTHER FUCKING WHORE! I saw it! I saw all the gooey cum flowing out of your shitter when he pulled it out!!.. and it's all over his nasty black cock!!! NO WAY!! NO, NO, NO!!" Aunt Brandy pulled Robin by the hair to forced her to look at Jerome's dirty big black cock in front of her face. It looked enormous in front of her eyes and in her tiny hand. " Little princess bitch will suck the ass juices off that big black cock! By"the"way, it's got butt fucked cum from all four of your friends who gang banged my ass tonight!" We had all butt fucked Aunt Brandy's big ass in what was the nastiest scenes I've watched up until this point... but this was better. Aunt Brandy had Robin's virgin ass stuck with her flesh colored 6" strapon dildo, and was forcing Robin to suck on Jerome's 10" black cock that had just been butt fucking Aunt Brandy's asshole. " 4 OF MY FRIENDS???!! There's only 3 here! DID SIMON BUTT FUCKED YOUR BIG ASS TOO???!! You said he wasn't?!!" " Oh well... the truth comes out...sure he was here. The little pervert cum all over my face, and was the first to butt fuck my ass tonight! The little pecker butt fucker rabbit!" " Yes that's him! He's got this tinny pecker and fucks like a little rabbit! The little weasel BUTT FUCKED YOU IN THE ASS!??" " So you are NOT A VIRGIN! and Simon was not a virgin either!??" " No...no.. not exactly! I'm still a virgin I think!! He's rabbit fucked the head of his pecker in mouth and in my butt...but ...but I never let him cum!! So I'm still a virgin... right...?? I'm definitely still a pussy virgin, and a black cock virgin... I'm saving for my marriage..." " You lying bitch! You haven't sucked a dick if you've only sucked his little pecker... Now that's a dick in front of you. SUCK ON IT! Lying BITCH! SUCK IT!" Aunt Brandy pushed Robin's head down onto Jerome's glistering cock. Robin opened her eyes and puckered her lips to kiss the tip of Jerome's pole, which had globs of cum and ass juices. " NOooo! It's so big and nasty! And it's got that gooey shit all over it!" " Come on Jerome! Shove your cock in her mouth! " Jerome grabbed Robin's head and jaw and forced his cock down her mouth. " Aaauuuggghhh! FUCKING NASTY NIGGER COCK! Aaauuuggghhh!" " Yeaahh! Suck the nasty nigger cock... little bitch!" Robin lips puckered slightly... " Uuhhmm! Uuhhmm! Uuhhm! Aauugghh! Nasty dirty nigger cock!" " You like that don't ya? Yeah?! Here's more cock in that skinny bun!" " Aaaahhh!! MY ASS! YOU BITCH! BUTT FUCK MY ASS SLOW! Aaaaahhh! " Robin managed to lift her head from Jerome's massive cock and cry. " Keeping sucking that black cock!! You lying little bitch! You said you're a virgin, but you've sucked and butt fucked a tinny cock before." " B... but... that was not like this at all!! You are butt fucking my ass so much deeper... Aaahh! ... and this big black cock in my mouth... Aahh!!!! " Robing tried to explain before going down again on Jerome's cock!! Wow! It did seem that she did that voluntarily this time. " Yeah! Suck his cock clean you little bitch! I knew you're not what it seemed! OPEN WIDE AND TAKE IT ALL IN! OPEN WIDE!" Robin looked back at Aunt Brandy with a discussed face and a thick nasty string of scum triangulating between her upper and lower lips and Jerome's cock. " Goddamnit! This black cock tastes so fucking nasty!" " You'll get used to the taste! Suck it down further and you'll see what a real cock sucking feels like! Pump his cock to make it grow. Use both hands!" Robin pumped Jerome's cock base with both her tiny hands, looking intently to see it grow. She opened her mouth wider and went down again, filling more of Jerome's dirty cock into her mouth!! " Yeahhh! There you go!... suck up and down and pump the huge cock! YEAAAHHH! That's it! Good going!! SUCK IT DOWN! " Aunt Brandy said while steadily butt fucking Robin's ass deeper with the strapon dildo. Robin sucked Jerome's cock deeper in her throat as Aunt Brandy drilled the rubber cock down deeper. Feeling her asshole stretch wider Robin stopped sucking and looked back to curse again at Aunt Brandy. " Aaaahh!... my ass!... Goddamn bitch!... I'm sucking your ass off this nigger's cock!.... Aaaahh! ... you are butt fucking my ass with that big rubber cock! Aahh!... GODDAMN!! BUTT FUCK MY ASS SLOW YOU BITCH " Robin hissed back at the butt fucking Aunt Brandy was giving her. The pain in her face and dirty cursing mouth were so obscenely hot as Robin's open mouth revealed a crisscross mesh of cum and ass juice. Aunt Brandy leaned forward to see up close Robin's sucking Jerome's nasty black cock... " Stop complaining you lying bitch!... you like my cock butt fucking your virgin ass... now move your mouth and let me show you how to suck that nigger's dirty black cock!... keep jerking that nasty cock in my mouth and watch ...." On a pornographic display of slutty teamwork, Robin moved off Jerome's cock while continuing pumping the black monster pole with both her tiny hands. Aunt Brandy lowered her wide open mouth down, swallowing the wet black shaft half way up her throat at once. Aunt Brandy sucked Jerome's pole up and down with slow and deep head bobs, synchronously butt fucking her pupil's skinny milky ass with long up and down hip pumps. Aunt Brandy spat the juices back on Jerome's cock and sucked down again several times. Along with Robin's double hand pumping, Jerome's cock grew to monstrous proportions and was ready to blow on their faces. " Uummhh! (Spit) ... pump that cock harder!!... Uummhh! (Spit)" " Oh my gosh... it's swelling in my hands!!..." " Uummhh! (Spit)... he's gonna cum... Uummhh! (Spit) pump it...Uummhh! (Spit)" " You hogging nasty slut... gonna make him cum in your mouth again...!!" " Uummhh! (Spit) ...That's how you do it you little bitch!... now you do it... " Aunt Brandy backed off her mouth from the glistering cock, as drooling gooey ass juice and cum dripped onto Robin's face. " Oh..... Is it gonna cum in my mouth??!! " Robin said before opening her mouth wide to suck on Jerome's cock with real intent. From head down to the middle as much as she could muster, Robin strained to pump the thick cock with both tiny hands and deep suck it at the same time. She was turning out to be quite a nasty cock sucker!! " Yeah it is!... keep at it... now spit the cum back on it... YEAH!! you little black cock sucker!... now feed that cock to me... Uummhh! (Spit).... Uummhh! (Spit)... you go now... suck it down deeper!!!" Sensing Jerome's orgasm, Aunt Brandy looked at that milky little ass under her and pressed more cock into it. Robin felt the pain and turned back to protest again. " Skinny bitch's ass gonna take the whole cock in her asshole now!! " " PHUCK IT SCHLOW YOU GODDAMN VITCH! " Robin barely talked with so much cock and gooey cum oozing in her mouth. Robin had opened her mouth much wider now, and started to bob her head with force on Jerome's black dirty pole while synchronizing hand pumps on his thickening black monster. Her mouth was relaxed and distended, and her hands were gliding, turning and twisting in unison with her head bobbing. Robin took it as much as she could, gagged and spat like Aunt Brandy had just taught her. " Uuhmm! Uuhmm! (Spit)! PHUCKING NASHTY NIGGER COCSK! Uuhm! (Spit)!" Aunt Brandy released Robin's hair and opened Robin's cute bun cheeks with one hand. Holding the dildo firmly, Aunt Brandy pushed another inch inside. Robin did not complain and Aunt Brandy firmly pushed one last time, and her crotch made full contact with Robin's ass cheeks. " Ooouucchh! PHUCK!!!" " Yeah! You are taking it all in your ass now you little bitch! ... My pussy's gonna cum butt fucking his cute little ass.... Yeah!!" " PHUCK YOUTH! " Robin hissed looking back with a mouth full of goo, then going back to sucking Jerome's cock. They quicken the pace, with Robin going down on Jerome's dirty black cock and Aunt Brandy drilling down and butt fucking her strapon into Robin's ass. I couldn't resist my hot Aunt's inviting ass. The view was just amazing. Aunt Brandy's ass buns were so obscenely inviting... Her squatting position while wearing those 4" pumps made her asshole stand really high, wide and opened. The strap"on belt framed her waist, went down her ass crack and around the bottom of her buttocks, making her legs look even taller and squeezing her buttocks into a tight big ball of firm muscle and fat. The strap"on belt had a split in the crotch area, giving access to her asshole and pussy. I moved behind her and pumped my cock toward her open ass. - Goddamn pervert! You like it nasty don't you???... Gonna butt fuck your Aunt's ass again!!??" Aunt Brandy pulled the crotch split along with her ass cheek to the side, revealing the gapping gooey damage Jerome's cock had just made, incidentally the same way my 9" hard cock was gonna make into her shitter. I pushed the other ass cheek open and butt fucked her gooey ass hole with a firm stroke of my thick hard meat. " YEAAHH! That's it! Butt fuck that cock good in Aunty's asshole my boy!! " My cock squeezed out a lot of gooey cum from her asshole. I remembered Physics class in that surely those 3 huge loads of teenage cum had to go somewhere once my cock filled her asshole. " Schlutt!! " Robin uttered with Jerome's pole down her throat. " Oh YEAHHH! BUTT FUCK MY ASS ALL THE WAY IN YOU MOTHER FUCKER! " As I spread open and butt fucked her asshole with all my cock Aunt Brandy butt fucked Robin's little ass harder. It was like I was fucking both of them! " Uuhmm! Uuhmm!! Uuhmm! Uuhmm! " Robin cried with Jerome's cock in her mouth, every time we pumped her little ass together. The scene was unreal. There I was, butt fucking my Aunt's ass, while she corned Robin's cutest virgin ass with a rubber strapon. Robin was wolfing down the biggest black cock full of ass juices from my nasty Aunt, who was spreading her ass cheeks for me to butt fuck her gaping asshole! Aunt Brandy's lean down and forward to mouth Jerome's cock again, gving me even better entry into her ass. Next to Robin's mouthing Jerome's cock she wanted to share. " Now we gonna make this black fucker cum in our mouths... pump him in my mouth.... uuuhhhmm (spit)... now you suck it.... there you go you little tramp... now it's my turn.... uuuhhhmm (spit) " Robin held and pumped Jerome's cock for Aunt Brandy to deep throat. The big old and the little young nasty tramps alternated sharing Jerome's big dirty black cock deep in their cum filled mouths. They deep throated, licked his shaft, balls and cock head like two synchronized black cock sucking whores. With amazing physical agility, Aunt Brandy held both her ass cheeks open for me to butt fuck her gooey asshole, while bending down and deep throating Jerome's huge cock, all the while butt fucking Robin's little asshole with her strap on cock. Robin pumped and jerked Jerome's massive cock, while enjoying Aunt Brandy's butt fucking by pushing back her skyny milky white ass back entirely onto Aunt Brandy's 6" strapon dildo. I slaped Aunt Brandy's ass and drove my cock up her butt hole with long, firm strokes. Aunt Brandy started to cum evidenced by her moaning onto Jerome's cock, which added vibration to her expert cock sucking, adding to his impending orgasm and his cock growing in Robin's little hands. Needing to be part of the action Todd hurriedly squeezed under Robin's open legs and forced the head of his thick cock into her virgin pussy. The fat cock head popped into the poor virgin's tight pussy, making her the probable first in the world to loose both her ass and pussy cherries at once in a double penetration. That thought help take us all over the edge!! " Aawww! My pussy!!! Aawww! My ass!!! Goddamn Ahww!" Robin squealed goodbye to her little cherries. Robin tight little white butt and virgin pussy were sandwished by two big cocks and she was went wild. Robin squeezed and jerked Jerome's big monster harder and faster, which made his monster swell and cum into hers and Aunt Brandy's sucking mouths. Aunt Brandy and Robin shared in swallowing Jerome's massive ejaculation, shaking and tightening their butt holes in shattering orgasms. At that same time, Aunt Brandy drove her cock deep into Robins' little ass, driving Robin over the edge and making Robin's pussy even tighter for Todd's thick cock, making Todd deposit a huge load of cum into Robin's virgin little pussy. Robin's virgin pussy and ass exploded in a double orgasm that she'll never forget and will want it again. All that was an extremely intense communal multiple orgasm that made us all shake and tremble together for minutes. We're all out the this world for quite a long time... and I think this is a great beginning for this nasty kinky group of 18 year old sex perverts... Aunt Brandy Initiates Virgin Nephew I am a 18 years old swimmer with a very thick and horny virgin 9 inches dick. I fantasize about my Mom's younger sister, Aunt Brandy, every night. She is a astounding 36 years old, 5 foot 10 inches tall, blue-eyed blonde, with the firmest 36 D breasts and nicest, long legs and a hard round ass. My Dad always comments about how delicious my Mom's sister is, and how he would love to fuck her. She knows how we lust for her, because she seems to get extra exuberant when she is around us. Aunt Brandy really puts out a show when we are at the pool or watching a game. When Aunt Brandy is around my friends come over and we take turns in the bathroom jerking off for her. One night Aunt Brandy was baby-sitting my little siblings, and she wore a semi-transparent small summer dress with a white thong. After she put them to sleep, she came back to the TV room and started to check out some videos, bending over provocatively and making little talk with me. "Would you like to watch something for grown-ups Jimmy?" I couldn't help but get a big hard-on. I had to go excuse myself to my room to jerk off. Thinking of my Aunt Brandy' awesome body, I was sitting on my bed with my dick in my hand when Aunt Brandy walked in. "Jimmy! Oh my god! What are you doing?" She caught me with my pants down and she knew exactly what I was doing. She deliberately caused it anyway. I was so embarrassed, covering my big boner under the blanket: "Aunt...Aunt Brandy. I...I was just...." "Jimmy... That's Ok. This is very natural for a boy your age." "Wha.., what?" Aunt Brandy sat right next to me looking down at my lap. "Masturbation my dear. It's an important element in your sexual development. I just need to be sure that you are healthy and there is nothing to worry about OK? Now be honest with Auntie: What were you thinking of when you were masturbating just now? "Er... uhm, y...you. I was thinking of you Aunt Brandy... I was just..." "Oh Jimmy! That's nice! Don't be embarrassed. I like that you jerk off for me!" "Really?" "Yes, really! Wanna know a secret? I put this dress tonight thinking it would give you something to jerk off about! See? I know what boys like ... You want to go ahead and continue what you were doing? Huh? Come on, come on, jerk off and tell me what you fantasize when you do it. It will be fun." "Really?" I was so embarrassed and just managed to steal a few pumps at my dick. "That's it! Do it! Jerk off and tell me what you like about me... "My friends tell me what great tits and ass you have. I never fucked anyone... you are so hot! Ummm..." "Oh Jimmy! You and your friends are adorable teenagers full of hormones. Do your friends jerk off for me too?" "They come over just to see you and jerk off in the bathroom." "Oh my! I've got to have a talk to those boys too. Now don't stop pumping Jimmy. We don't want to loose your erection." "I won't loose it. I do it 5 times a day at least." "5 times! All for me?!" "Yes, pretty much..." "Oh boy, how nice! Ok so, come on, do it! Jerk off and let me see it." I pumped a couple of times and Aunt Brandy would not take her eyes off the blanket covering my hard dick. "Good Jimmy! Like that! Go for it! Now tell me what do you horny boys think about Aunt Brandy huh?" "I think of you on your hands and knees, your ass high up and opened. Just like the girls on the Internet." "Good lord! Ok...here... is this what you like...?" Aunt Brandy got up and turned around. She moved her hands over her waist and down to the side of her legs, then she caressed her ass." "Is this what you jerk off for Jimmy? You like my big ass?" "Oh my god! Aunt Brandy!" Moving her hands all over her firm ass, swinging her hips like a pro stripper, Aunt Brandy started to put up a show for me. She pulled up her dress to show off her big hot ass framed by a white lacy thong!" "There Jimmy! You like this ass don't you? You wanna touch it?" "Oh Aunt Brandy!" "You can touch my ass Jimmy. Pump your cock baby... let me see you jerk off for me." I touched her beautiful ass with one hand and held my dick with the other. Aunt Brandy opened the front of her dress and cupped out her awesome breasts and showed them to me! They were the nicest, biggest, firmest breasts I have ever seen. Her nice tits now hung over her summer dress. "Like my tits? Huh? Go on Jimmy! Pump for me..." I started to pump my dick a little faster under the blanket. Aunt Brandy thumbed her white lacy thong and with a lewd smile pulled it down ever so slowly, swinging her ass in my direction. "Here baby, how about this..." She turned around, opened her legs and put her hands over her bare ass, opening the cheeks so I could see her asshole and pussy. "Here's where you stick that hard dick baby! Wouldn't be good to stick your cock right in here, huh?" "Oh yeah!" She then turned around facing me. Her mouth half opened salivating toward my cock: "Your Mom... told me that your dick is the biggest she has ever seen!" Aunt Brandy ogled over my cock, while I was trying to pump it under the blanket. "So I thought I would baby sit tonight and maybe talk to you about... You know... how you fell about me... Err ... Do you really have a big cock Jimmy?" "Well, my friends seem to think I do..." "Let me see it!" "But, Aunt Bran..." "LET ME SEE!" Aunt Brandy seemed out of patience and aggressively pulled the blanket hiding my boner. "Oh my... oh my Jimmy! Your cock is huge! Oh dear nephew! Where have you been hiding this thing?" Aunt Brandy kneeled in front of me and grabbed my fat cock by the base, pumping it up and down several times. "My god! What a thick cock! Has any girl ever sucked it before Jimmy?" "N...no." "They don't know what they are missing..." Aunt Brandy opened her mouth wide and immediately mouthed the head of my cock at once. "Uhmmmmm! ... big cock ...! uhmmmmm! I can't even get my mouth around the head! Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm!" "Oh Aunt Brandy! Oh my god!" "Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm! Feels good? Huh? Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm!" "Oh yeah!!" "Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm! ... better than jerking off? Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm!" "Yes, yes..." " Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm! Your first blow job Jimmy! Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm!" "Oh, fuck!!" "Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm! Do you wanna cum in Auntie's mouth?" "Oh yes, yes..." "Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm! You kinky boy! Or do you wanna fuck Auntie from behind? Huh?" "Yes... yes...Oh!" "Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm! Oh poor horny baby! You can cum in my mouth now and fuck me doggy later... Ok?" "Oh...! I wanna fuck your ass ..." "My! Jimmy! Wanna butt fuck me with this monster! You kinky virgin boy!! uhmmm!" "Oh Aunt Brandy ..." "Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm! Oh Dear!.. it's getting bigger!" Aunt Brandy stopped sucking: "Don't cum in my mouth yet baby. Auntie wants to measure your cock for record keeping. Don't do anything, stay right here and I will be right back." She went to the kitchen, swinging her great ass under a half opened summer dress, tits bouncing, and came back with a tape measurer. Aunt Brandy kneeled in front of me again, grabbing my cock by the base, pumping, sucking and licking it from base to head to make sure it was fully erect, then she measured its length: "Good lord! 9 inches and growing... And so thick around too.... Uhmm! uhmm!" She stuffed my cock back in her mouth and squeezed the base of my cock to make it real thick. Then she measured my girth: "Holy cock! 4 and half inches around! My god Jimmy! Uhmmmmm! uhmmmmm!" Aunt Brandy opened her mouth wide, putting out her tongue and slurping up my cock like there was no tomorrow. "Uhmmm!... poor Jimmy! ... must be so horny with this big cock!! Uhmmm!" Aunt Brandy sucked my cock in every possible way, obviously enjoying every inch of my dick. She was very good at it but although she tried hard, couldn't fit even half of it in her mouth. She licked and sucked my balls, pumped my dick with both hands, twisting her head, moaning, trying to stuff it in her mouth, making slurping sounds, and fucking her mouth straight down on it. She would put as much in her mouth as she could, her lips stretched to the limit, then force it further down her throat, making loud gagging noises. She would pull out for air, her mouth and my dick dripping with spit, make a nasty comment, and then back to slurping it down: "Uhmmmmm!... nasty big dick ... Uhmmmmm! gonna cum in my mouth ... Uhmmmmm...!" Aunt Brandy was kneeling with her back to the mirror where I could see her awesome ass. She noticed and looked up at me and back to the mirror. She lifted up her dress and showed me her beautiful ass again, her thong mark showing the way to her asshole. "You really like my ass don't you Jimmy?" "Yeah it's awesome!" She raised herself on her knees and got her ass high up. She was propped on my lap, looking back watching herself caress her own butt and opened her legs wider and puckered up her butt for the mirror. Her pussy and asshole were now fully visible through the mirror. What a beauty! "There...you like my big ass? Wouldn't be good to fuck me like that? After you cum in my mouth I will show you how doggy fuck is the best!" "I wanna fuck your little asshole Aunt Brandy!" "Jimmy!! Here I am, your own Aunt, on my knees sucking your big cock... and I'm even gonna let you cum in my mouth! And you virgin pervert just wanna butt fuck me with this monster dick! First of all you first need to cum in my pussy. Can't loose your cheery in my ass...!" "Why not...?" "Because.... your dick is way too big! See how tight my asshole is! It's very tight..." Aunt Brandy enjoyed herself stuck her middle finger half way in her anus. I could see it perfectly through the mirror. "See... my ass is big but my butt hole is actually really tight... Now look how thick is this cock...Damn, that's the biggest cock I've seen... you gonna rip that little butt hole open!..." "Can we just try Aunt Brandy, please?" "Second... nephews are not supposed to butt fuck their Aunties!" "But you are sucking my cock already..." Aunt Brandy pushed the finger all the way in and out of her own ass and went back to sucking my dick... "Uhmmmmm! Oh Jimmy, do you really wanna butt fuck me with this monster?! ... Uhmmmmm! ...oh baby, it's so big..." "Oh Aunt Brandy..." She continue sucking my dick and fingering her ass. "... don't wanna cum on Auntie's mouth Jimmy? Huh? How about you watch I finger my ass in the mirror and fuck my mouth imagining you are fucking that tight ass? Wouldn't that be fun?" "Oh Yeah!" "Yeah? Ok then... watch my finger go... in... and out... Isn't that nice and tight?! " "Fuck yes!" "Yeah? Like that? Good! ... now fuck my mouth! Uhmmmmm...!" I held her head and pumped my dick down her throat as far as it went. She braced on the edge of the bed and took a pounding in her mouth. She loved face fucking my cock and it showed. Seeing Aunt Brandy finger her own asshole was to much and I was ready to explode in her mouth! "Cum on my face baby! Uhmmmmm...! Imagine fucking my big tight ass and spunk on my face! Come on! Uhmmmmm...!" I couldn't hold anymore, and Aunt Brandy forced the pace of her mouth and head pumping. My cum spurt on her mouth so plentifully that it bulged and spilled out of her cheeks with so much volume. "Uhmmmmm!!!!!! Gaw...gaw...!!!!!" Aunt Brandy swallowed 2 mouths full and her cheeks bulged and she gagged and couched, spiting up a mouth full of sperm back onto my lap. "Uhmmmmm!!!!!! Gaw...gaw...!!!!! Coughhhh! Coughhh!!! Oh!" I hosed the rest of my cum all over her face. Just then I noticed that she had another finger up her ass and was shaking along with my orgasm. After several spunks in her face, she put my dick back in her mouth and sucked it for another minute, swallowing more cum. "Oh god, Uhmmmmm...! Uhmmmmm...! Gulp..." She loved that. I came like a gallon for 30 seconds, and she had an awesome orgasm too. With her face completely covered with cum, her nasty mouth, lips and chin dripping and all spunked up, she said: "Jesus Jimmy, you had so much cum for me! Very nice start for a virgin." She sucked down on my dick some more, drinking the still oozing jizm. "Your teen cum tastes so sweet. Uhmmmmm...!" She rubbed my cock on her face and tits, scooping whatever cum she could eat off my cock. "Now lets have you taste my cum." Aunt Brandy got up, turned around and raised her dress sexily showing me her beautiful naked ass. She was putting out such a show. She laid on the bed running her hands over and spreading her legs, showing me her nicely shaved pussy, and opening her beautiful cunt lips exposing a her cute pink clit. "I shaved my pussy for you tonight Jimmy. Come here and let me teach you how to eat it." I kneeled on the floor and she immediately grabbed my head and guided me to her pussy. "This is my clit. Now put your tongue and lick it right here. Yeah, right there! Good boy! Go ahead, lick and suck on that! Yeah, yeah! You are a good boy. Lick it! That's it!" I proceeded to drink her cum. She continued to press my head on her crotch. She was so delicious. "Good boy! Lick Auntie's pussy harder. Oh Yeah! Suck on it! Yeah! Right there! Good boy!" I started to press my tongue hard, and noticed Aunt Brandy reaching under her body and grabbing her own ass cheek with one hand, while the other still held my head in place. "How do you like my pussy Jimmy? Taste good?" "Hum, hum..." She got her hand down to her butt and opened one cheek as far as she could: "Now stick your big finger in my pussy baby. Oh yeah, good lad! Get it nice and wet, deep inside. Good... good!" "Like this Auntie?" "Yes, yes! Now pull it out and stick it up my butt Jimmy. Right here! Yeah push it up my butt!!" I pushed my finger up her very tight butt hole. "Oh fuck yeah!! That's it! Don't stop licking! Finger my butt. Oh! Yes, yes!" I stuffed my finger all the way in her ass and Aunt Brandy was going crazy. She started thrashing and talking dirty. "Lick my clit harder you little punk! Finger my butt. Oh Yeah! Now, put another finger in! All the way in! Oh Shit! Yeah! Yeah! Lick my clit harder! I'm gonna cum! Yeah!" Aunt Brandy came again, this time with a huge tremble as she shook all over. It lasted for about 20 seconds and her great body was working over time. I kept pumping my 2 fingers in her bun, and licking her clit until her orgasm subsided and she pulled away. She looked at me with the most loving eyes, as if she weren't the dirty talking slut with 2 fingers up her asshole and a face caked with cum. "Oh Jimmy, that was so good! You are so precious! I will be so happy to pop the cherry off your monster dick!" Aunt Brandy told me to lay down and reached for my hardening cock. Aunt Brandy tried to stuff it in her mouth again and pump with both hands. "Oh boy! You are still hard! Uhmmmmm...! Uhmmmmm...!" Once Aunt Brandy was satisfied with my hardness, she pulled her dress over her head and stood over me. This was the first time I saw her fully naked – except for her high heels. What a woman! Big hard tits and ass, to put 20 year olds to shame. Flat stomach and fit arms, her whole body was tight... She was heavenly. "Are you ready for your first pussy my nephew boy?" Aunt Brandy mounted me with one foot and a knee down, allowing space to guide my 9 inches cock to her tight pussy. Holding my cock at the base with one hand, she reached down and opened her pussy lips, and sat down on the large pole. "Jesus Jimmy! Let's see how we manage this monster cock in my pussy. It feels I am loosing my virginity too." Slowly Aunt Brandy lowered herself onto my meat, pulling up then down further, always holding it at the base. "Oh! It's so big! Oh my god! These high school girls can't possibly appreciate your cock the way I can." Aunt Brandy pumped up and down several times, inching more of my cock into her every time. It was so good! It felt wet, warm and tight. Like a moist velvet vise. After some time she was able to lower the other knee on the floor and with one courageous push she sat on it all the way. It was heaven for both of us! "Oh my sweet nephew! What a delicious cock you have. Oh fuck! This is the best cock I've had in a while." Aunt Brandy started to ride my cock up and down with gyrating movements. She was a pro. "Move your hip up and down and pump that big fucker up my snatch. Fuck your Aunt's tight pussy real good! Come on boy! Yeah like that!" Aunt Brandy started to bounce up and down, slowly pulling off all 9 inches and back down on the walls of her very tight pussy. "Oh your cock is fucking me where no one has gone before. My pussy will never be the same." "Oh Aunt Brandy. You are so hot!" "Oh Jimmy! You are driving me crazy with this big cock ... Pump your hips harder baby." Aunt Brandy quickened her ride and our breathing got heavy. She reached back with one hand and opened her ass check, the other hand held her tits for my mouth. "Here, stick your finger up my ass... Ah! there we go! Ah yeah! ... now suck my tits baby...! Oh yeah!" Aunt Brandy held her 36 D tits with one arm for me to suck. Her tits were awesome! Her thigh ass ring around my finger felt great. God what a woman! She started to bounce up and down harder. She reached down and open her ass cheeks all the way, so I could finger her ass deeper. She was a bitch in heat riding on a 9 inches pole. "Finger my ass and pump your big cock up my pussy Jimmy! Yeah, that's it! Fuck Auntie good baby!" Her ass in my hands and her tits in my mouth felt like I was in heaven. She had such awesome hard body, and her skin was just velvet. Aunt Brandy started to grind her entire crotch area on me, and all of my 9 inches disappeared inside her. All of a sudden Aunt Brandy tensed up, shook, and had another huge orgasm. "Ahhh! My god! Aaah! I am cuming! I am cuming!" Her big breasts hardened and her nipples were straight up. It was such a sight to see this woman coming on top of me. I was on the verge of another orgasm when she came. She stayed still with my cock buried in her for a while and breathing hard. My cock was begging for action when she kissed my mouth and told me: "Did you cum baby?" "Almost..." "Let me make you cum really good now... I am sure you will like this ..." Aunt Brandy rose up, turned around mounted me facing my legs, grabbed my cock and sat back shoving all of it in at once. "Oh yeah!" After she was settled, Aunt Brandy reached back with both hands and opened her big ass cheeks wide for me, with my 9 inches buried deep in her cunt. Her clean and puckered asshole spread open in front of my face. Her big firm ass was so much bigger now, so close up and spread open like that, making the little tight brown hole in the middle even more attractive. Aunt Brandy started to ride me again, this time holding her ass cheeks wide open and slamming her big hard butt down on me. "There's my butt hole Jimmy! How do you like it my boy? Isn't it nice?" "Oh yeah Aunt Brandy! It is so beautiful!" "See how tight it is? Wouldn't be good to stick your big cock on that thigh hole? Huh?" "Oh yeah!" "You would love that, wouldn't you pervert? Ok... you can stick your finger up my butt again. Use your big finger! Go for it!" I reached down and shoved my big finger up Aunt Brandy's asshole at once. "Oh yeah! ... nice and deep. Now have a taste of it! Suck it in your mouth you pervert!" I stirred it in her asshole and pulled out. Aunt Brandy turned her face full of cum to see me suck on my finger straight out of her ass. She was still holding her ass cheeks open. "You nasty boy, I knew you would like it. Now put 2 fingers in there!!" Aunt Brandy Initiates Virgin Nephew I stuck my 2 long fingers in her asshole. I could feel my dick in the other side of a thin skin separating the two. "Oh fuck yeah! How do you like that Jimmy? Fucking my pussy and fingering my asshole... like that? " "Oh Aunt Brandy...!" "Now I want you to cum in Auntie's pussy! Ok? Finger my butt and cum on my pussy! You can spank my ass if you want...!" I lay my hand on her big firm ass cheek nice and hard. Aunt Brandy just went crazy, jumping up and down on my full length in her pussy and with her buns opened wide with my 2 fingers buried in her ass. "Oh I like this Jimmy! Fuck your fingers up my butt and spank it! Oh yeah! Harder!" Aunt Brandy was driving me crazy, riding my cock and opening her awesome ass for my fingers, all the while talking so dirty. I was slapping her bun and could feel how firm her buns are. I was about to blow my wad. "Cum for Auntie Jimmy...Cum in my pussy!" "Aunt Brandy I...I gonna cum!" "Yes! Give me your cherry baby! Cum in Auntie's pussy for your first time!" Aunt Brandy started to ride me even harder, still pulling her ass open for me. "Yeah baby! Cum for me. Enjoy it baby. Cum in your Auntie's pussy. I'm cumming too!" We both came like a hurricane. It was her 3rd and my 2nd orgasm so far, my first inside a woman. Aunt Brandy kept riding me for a good while, her ass pink from my spanking. Then, still grinding her ass at my still hard cock Aunt Brandy looked back: "How was that for the first fuck of your life little Jimmy? Did you like it?" "Oh yes! I am still cuming!" "It was good, wasn't it? I wanted to make it especially kinky for you. I thought you would enjoy spanking and fingering my ass while loosing your cherry. I am sure you will remember Auntie after tonight!" Still grinding her pussy on my cock and caressing her buns, Aunt Brandy asked: "Don't you think I have a nice ass for a 36 year old Jimmy?" "Aunt Brandy, you have the most awesome ass I've ever seen. It drives all my friends and me and Daddy crazy." "Oh, yeah?! I will take care of your friends and your Daddy later. Now... are you still up for fucking it baby?" "D...do you mean....." "My ass Jimmy! Do you still wanna butt fuck my big ass?" "Y... yes! Of course! Are you gonna give it to me?" "You're a kinky nasty boy! All right... I will let you butt fuck me because I love you and I want to make your first fuck one that you remember and tell all your friends about. But you will have to do what I say OK?" "Ok." Aunt Brandy pulled my 9 inches out of her pussy and backed over me in a 69 position. She raised her body, mounted my face and opened her big ass cheeks with both hands. She looked down at me with her lewd face still full of hardening cum. Cum juices free flowing down her stretched out pussy down on my face. I didn't know what to do. "Are you sure you wanna butt fuck my big ass Jimmy?" "Yes, yes..." "Ok...so... see my butt hole... right there....where that big hard dick is gonna go?" "Yeah..." "Be a good boy and lick your tongue around Auntie's asshole to make it wet and relaxed open for your cock." "W...what...?" "Well, if you wanna fuck it you gotta eat it my boy...!" "But Aunt Bran..." "Lick that ass Jimmy! You wanna butt fuck it don't you? So stick your tongue out and rim my asshole or forget about fucking it!" I immediately pulled her ass down to my mouth. She grabbed my head to make sure it was centered to meet her butt hole. "Yeah! Right there...!" I couldn't believe my nasty Aunt Brandy. I reached around her ass cheeks and open them to get some air. I stuck my tongue out and pushed it straight into her asshole and she moaned: "Oh Yeah! Good start! That's it! Boy, you really wanna fuck that ass don't you Jimmy?" "Huh... huh!" Aunt Brandy was rocking back and forth, riding my face with her big hard butt. "Yeah?! You wanna butt fuck me Jimmy? I didn't hear you..." "Huh... huh!" "I take that as a yes. Ok, lick that ass good and I'm gonna let you butt fuck it OK?!! Now stick your tongue in and out!" I stuck my tongue hard and drove it in and out of her bun. "Oh yeah! That's it boy! Yeah! Jam your tongue up my bun as far as you can! Yeah! Hungry virgin boy! That's it! Eat that ass good!" Aunt Brandy reached down and opened both cheeks farther and her sphincter gave away and my tongue went all the way up her ass. I could feel her asshole ring around my taste buds. "Oh! That's good! You are doing great! Oh yeah! Fuck that asshole with a thick tongue!" Aunt Brandy went down and stuffed my cock in her mouth and I let out a sigh. "Oh!" "Don't stop eating that asshole you little pervert! Now eat this..." She forced my own cum out her snatch and I couldn't help but mix it and swallow with my ass licking. "Yeah eat it! That's a good nasty boy! I know you like it.... just like your Daddy!" I licked and stuck my tongue up her asshole for a good 5 minutes. "You and your Daddy both like to butt fuck me and eat your own cum... big cock perverts!" Aunt Brandy was barking at me to lick harder while grinding her ass down onto my face and sucking my cock. "Uuuumm! Yeah, that's it!! Fuck in and out! Yeah, like that! Tongue my asshole like that! Yeah! Uuuummm! ... don't stop!" Aunt Brandy as out of control. She was a real nasty ass wore, I tell you. As soon as she started playing with her clit, she squeezed my cock hard and yelled another huge orgasm. She tensed all over and squirted a lot of cum on my face. "Oh yes Jimmy! Yes baby! Yes...you gonna fuck that ass good! Oh god, I'm cumming! Oh!" After her 4th orgasm, Aunt Brandy resumed her sweet-talking personality. It was just then when realized that she seemed to have a kinky personality every time she fucked her ass on me. Every time I stuck a finger, a tongue or my cock up her ass, she would just talk and act like the nastiest kinkiest slut. Then, a sweet Aunt Brandy persona would come back right after her orgasms. Really weird and harmless I suppose, but quite a turn on. "That was a real treat my boy toy! Thank you so much my angel!" "Oh, Aunt Brandy...." "Yes my dear nephew." "Can we try it now?" "Oh poor thing, wanna it in my butt now? Huh? Ok..." Aunt Brandy went to all fours. What a beauty! I couldn't get over how wide and plentiful and perfect her ass was, raised up in the air like that. Her shaved pussy and puckered anus so inviting! Her pussy was all stretched and sloppy dripping cum. She had gobbles of cum splattered on her face and dangling from her chin. And her asshole was just wet and relaxed, very inviting to my cock. "First let's have a good doggy fuck Jimmy, OK?! You gonna like it I promise... then I let you butt fuck me! Ok? Come on fuck my pussy hard!" I kneeled behind Aunt Brandy and pushed my dick in her pussy at once. "Oh yeah! I love a hard doggy fuck! Shove it in nice and hard! Yeah! Good!" I held onto her waist and pushed my whole cock hard into her stretched out and sloppy pussy. "Oh yeah!! Give it to me hard!" "Like that?" "HARDER! Bang me like a bitch!" I fucked her with all my strength. She was bucking her ass back and taking all my cock in her pussy. We were really going at it. "Fuck yeah! Yeah!!!!!" Aunt Brandy arched her back and was high up on her hands and knees, pushing back at my cock. "...put your finger up my ass!" I pushed one finger deep in her asshole. "Oh Yeah, that's it!! Yeah!! Put another one...!" I pushed another finger in her ass, and fucked her pussy hard and with hard long strokes. Aunt Brandy's ass was so nice and wide. Holding her by the waist I pumped her pussy really hard, alternating with my 2 fingers up her butt. "OH YEAH!!!! That's it!! Stretch my asshole for your dick!! YEAH!" I fucked her hard with all my dick, 2 fingers up her asshole and slapping her ass real hard. She was pushing the floor back with all her strength, screaming and fucking her pussy back at my cock. It was quite wild. Aunt Brandy had her 5th orgasm as soon as my 3rd finger entered her asshole. "Oh Jimmy!! Fuck!. Oh god! I'm cuming again! I'm cumm...!" She tensed, shook and contracted her pussy for 20 seconds while I waited for her to cum. After her orgasm I started to fuck her again and I felt like cuming too. "Oh Aunt Brandy I think I am gonna cum again!" Aunt Brandy stopped moving and hissed at me with her cum splattered face. "Don't you cum Jimmy! Save it!" "... I am almost..." Aunt Brandy pulled my cock out of her pussy and ordered me to stay still. She turned around; grab my cock and spat and pumped on it a couple times making it slick and wet: "Uuumm! ...Don't you cum in my mouth either! Uuumm! I want this bad boy super hard and sleek up my butt... Uuumm!" "Oh Aunt Brandy!" She kept on sucking the pussy juices out of my cock and spitting it back on it several times. "Uuumm!...Oh God! It's bigger than before! Uuumm! Can't even suck the head! Uuumm! My almost cuming and her pumping and sucking really swell my cock as never before. The purple head was out clear of foreskin. Her pumping hand could not close around the middle and her mouth was stuffed to the limit. My cock was glistering with cum and saliva. "Uuumm! Uuumm!! I can't believe I gonna let my nephew butt fuck me with his huge dick! Uuumm! It's gonna be so tight.... Uummm! Ok... Uummm! ...you are nice and ready! Let's do it... Now... you are gonna do what I say, understand?" "Yes, yes of course...." "You are too fucking big for my shitter so go slow OK you punk? "Ok, ok..." She spat a couple more times in her hand and spread it on her asshole. "This is the best ass you will ever have my boy... so remember how good this is..." "I definitely will." "All right then... Let's do it...! Boy you gonna love this..." She turned around leaning on the bed and pulled her cheeks wide open with both hands. "...here we go Jimmy...Was this what you wanna?" "Oh yeah!" "So come butt fuck your Aunt's big ass baby!" I kneeled behind her awesome ass and held my cock by the base while she pulled her ass buns wide open. She looked at the mirror and saw my huge cock aligned with her already gapping asshole. "Oh yeah! This is gonna be a royal butt fuck all right!" "Can I stuff my cock all the way in your ass Aunt Brandy?" She looked back at me with a strand of cum dangling from her chin: "You mother fucker! You fuck as much as I tell you and you better enjoy it cause when you are done this ass will not be the same! Now fuck that ass already! Her ass was so nasty and inviting now that it was nicely stretched out. She spread it so wide and made it even wider by arching it back really high and flexing the sphincter to invite my cock. Aunt Brandy grabbed my cock and impatiently guided it to the entrance of her asshole: "Fuck that nasty cock in my ass ...." "There?!!" "Yes, right there. Now push it in. PUSH IT IN!" Her hands holding her ass cheeks wide open, I pushed my cock into her asshole and felt the head pop in. "Oh! You got it! You got my ass. Oh! That's it! Your cock is in my ass! Oh fuck it's big!" "Oh Aunt Brandy...!" "Oh! ....my ass! OH SHIT!" I tried to push more cock inside: "Ah! Goddamit!!! Slow down you son of a bitch! I told you!" "I'm sorry... It's so good! ...so tight" "Ah! Fuck! ...it's tight all right but it's not gonna be this tight after you fuck it you mother fucker! Ah!" "Can I put more in?" "NOOO!! You fuck... you gotta go slow... hold it..." Aunt Brandy tried to relax and started to slowly fuck my cockhead back and forth. "Ah my ass! Fuck!! You are so fucking thick! Ah! My ass...! Ouch!" "I wanna put more in!" "NOOOO! Ah!! You fuck! Ah!" Aunt Brandy looked so nasty, with cum all over her face and in apparent pain, with her ass up in the air, both hands pulling her ass open, the head of my dick buried inside her stretched asshole, another 8 thick inches to go. Aunt Brandy was watching us in the mirror and was walling and cursing dirty nasty talk. "...fuck that ass! Oh god! You dirty fucker! Look what you doing to me! Ah!" "...Oh thank you Aunt Brandy... your ass is so good! "You wanna butt fuck me didn't you pervert! Now how do you like fucking my ass you mother fucker?" "It's great!" "We are not done yet you prick! Keep fucking that ass slowly!" "It's tight...!" "Ah! ... what a fucking slut ...you fuck my mouth...Ah!... fuck my pussy... Ah!!" "Yeah...!" "Ah!!! Now you are corning my ass with that big cock! Ah!" I fucked another inch inside: "Ah!!!! Mother fucker!...my ass! Ah!!!" I was fucking to the thick part and her butt hole was wider than a silver dollar! My dick was definitely doing some damage to her sphincter. "Oh my ass Jimmy! Oh! It's fucking big..." "Should I pull out and cum in your face again Aunt Brandy?" "Fuck you pervert! You cum all over my face already, you bastard! You cum right there in my ass now!" I pushed it further, her ass was getting tighter. "Ah! FUCK!!... my ass! Dam!" "Never dreamt it could be this good!" "Yeah? ...like fucking Auntie in the ass?... pervert... fuck that nasty cock up your Auntie's ass! Come on! Butt fuck your Aunt Brandy good!" "You want some more?" "Yeah put in more!" I fucked Aunt Brandy's tight asshole with 4 thick inches. "Oh my God! Ah!" "Oh yeah!" "Oh god! Oh fuck... AH!! That's enough... pull it out... PULL IT OUT!!!..." I pulled out of her ass and Aunt Brandy adjusted herself, opening her legs and ass farther apart. "Fuck my pussy now!" I shoved my cock all the way into her wet pussy. "Oh yeah! Good boy! Fuck that pussy! Yeah! Nice and deep! Yeah! Now back in the ass!" It worked! I pushed 5 thick inches into her ass much easier now. Aunt Brandy really knew what she was doing. "There we go... You got it! Yeah, that's it! You are fucking my butt good now baby! Oh Yeah! Enjoy it!!" I pushed into her ass with 5 thick inches. I worked on pumping my cock in and out while Aunt Brandy worked to pull her butt checks wide open, her anal ring was stretching to my cock. "Oh yeah! That's it! You are fucking my ass now you bastard! Enjoy my big tight butt you pervert!" "Got about half still to go in!" "Oh, you mother fucker! ... gonna fuck all that bad boy up my ass?" "...you gonna love it!" "... fucking pervert! That's what you always wanna, huh?...corn my tight ass with that big cock?" "You wanted my big cock in your ass didn't you Aunt Brandy?" "I didn't think you would go for it tonight! I planned a blow job and a kinky doggy fuck ... But you pervert wanna to fuck me in the ass... so... Ah!" I forced another inch. "Oh my ass!! Ah! Fucking bastard! Ah!!" We kept butt fucking in a nice pace with half of my cock buried in her incredible beautiful asshole. Aunt Brandy kept looking at the mirror enjoying the view of my huge cock going in and out of her ass. "Do you like fucking Aunt Brandy in the ass Jimmy? Are you enjoying my big tight butt?" "This is incredible!" "I bet you gonna tell your teenage friends you butt fucked me tonight, won't you pervert?" "I will tell and they will cum in their pants." "Bunch of perverts! Tell them I will take turns with all 5 of you next time." "We will fuck you all night!" "Oh yeah? Would you like to see your friends butt fuck me? Huh?" "Yeah, that would be hot!" "I will have a cock in my pussy, one in my ass and 3 in my mouth at the same time..." "Fucking slut...!" "...then you can swap places so everyone gets to cum on each hole!" "Oh god you are so fucking nasty!" "You like nasty don't you? How about this..." With that Aunt Brandy pulled her ass from my cock, turned around and stuffed it in her mouth with gusto. "Uhmmm! Uhmmm! ... nasty big cock! Uhmmm! Uhmmm!" "Oh Aunt Brandy!" "Uhmmm! You friends are gonna love when I suck their cocks like that! Uhmmm!" "Your fucking slut, I am gonna cum..." Aunt Brandy stopped sucking and ordered: "Don't...! Here, fuck your cock in my pussy again just like your friends will do to me..." She turned her back to me and I pushed my cock into her moist pussy again. "Uh Yeah! That's it!... nice and deep! Your friends will love to take turns in my ass, mouth and pussy..." "They will love all the kinky ways you fuck." "You think so? Then push that cock back in the ass!" I pulled out or her pussy and into her asshole with ease. "Oh Yeah! There we go! See how good Auntie butt fucks you baby? Isn't it the best ass?" "You are a fucking slut!" "Your friends will love to loose their cheery in my ass!! This is the best ass they will ever get!" "I believe it." "Oh yeah? Like to butt fuck me Jimmy? Like fucking Aunt Brandy's ass?" "Wanna fuck more cock inside...." "Fuck yeah!... push more cock in that ass now! Come on! Give it to me!" I pushed and Aunt Brandy's asshole bottomed at 8 inches. She cried every time I pumped in and out. "Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!" "I am almost all the way in Aunt Brandy!" "Oh god! Fuck!! ...my ass!" "I gonna go all the way..." "Go for it baby! Push it all the way in! Stuff my ass good!" Aunt Brandy released her hand from opening her ass cheeks and braced both hands onto the carpet to back herself onto my cock. I pushed the rest of my cock deep in her asshole. I felt her sphincter move snugly and hug the base of my cock. Each pump had a loud squeal from my nasty Aunt. "Aah!!!! Aah! My ass! Aah!!!" "All the way in!" "Aah! My ass!! Aah!!!! Aah!! Fuck!" It was way deep and better accommodated in her asshole. I made full contact with her bun and pushed hard, felling my cock grow inside her rectum. Pushing her stretched asshole onto my pole, she now was looking at the mirror in full enjoyment of conquering her challenge. "Oh my god! Jimmy! Look at your 9 inches cock all the way up my ass! What a huge dick you have baby! Oh fuck!" I started pumping full 9 inches in and out of her ass. I would pull all the way out and we would both see a huge gapping hole in the mirror. "Oh Jimmy! Oh! You are fucking my ass so hard! Oh yeah! Fuck that ass baby!!" In the mirror, my big cock pumping her stretched out asshole and my sperm still all over her face made Aunt Brandy go crazy and talk dirty. "... like fucking your Aunt in the ass you pervert? Isn't it the best ass? Enjoy my butt you mother fucker... butt fuck me good and tell your friends how good your Aunt's ass is!" Aunt Brandy put her face down in the pillow and legs high and wide open. Her asshole as stretched wide with a nice tight grip around my cock. Her big ass was bouncing as I was drilling down on it slapping against my body. "Oh... my ass!! Oh my god... you are butt fucking me hard... Oh Jimmy!" I was about to cum and Aunt Brandy knew it. So she decided she would show me one last trick. "Hold still... Let me make us both cum! Enjoy the ride Jimmy boy!" Aunt Brandy raised up and backed up onto my cock! Making me kneel back she sat on my cock which never left her asshole. She was butt fucking me now. It was amazing. She would gyrate her bun, move back and forth and bounce her own big ass against my pelvis. "Enjoy my butt Jimmy! Enjoy that tight butt! How many nephews get to fuck their Aunties in the ass? Huh? Isn't it good? You kinky fucker! ...you were virgin just moments ago! Now you are fucking me in the ass?! Oh! Feel your cock all the way in my ass?" She was ready to cum, and so was I. I grabbed and squeezed her huge tits. "Oh Fuck Yeah! That's it! Oh! I am cuming good baby..." Moving back and forth on her knees she fucked my 9 inches slamming her big ass back on me. I was holding on to her tits, when she reached down opening her ass cheeks for even more access. What a butt fuck! Aunt Brandy started cuming. Aunt Brandy Initiates Virgin Nephew "Oh yes Jimmy, I am cumming! Cum on my ass!! Cum on my ass now Jimmy!" In the last push, Aunt Brandy sat all the way back onto my cock tightened her sphincter as I pulled her hip down firmly and shoved my growing cock to the wilt in her tightening butt hole. She yelled and we came together. She was crying with pleasure and pain. "Oooooohhh!! Ooooohh!" I pumped my 3rd load deep into Aunt Brandy's ass, while she was having her 6th orgasm. She shook and screamed very loudly. We continued cuming for another minute. "Oh baby! Oh god! Oh!" Exhausted, Aunt Brandy pulled my dick out and a river of cum flushed out of her ass. "Oh my god Jimmy! Jesus!" "Oh Aunt Brandy! This was way better than my best wet dream." "You nasty boy! Did you like my big ass?" "Fuck yes!" "God! That was incredible! I never thought I could have a dick that big up my ass...." Checking her asshole in the mirror Aunt Brandy realized she could almost stick her entire fist inside her rectum. She showed me the damage. "Jimmy! Fuck! Look what you did! You stretched out my fucking asshole for good. Oh my god! Your uncle will find out I had another cock in my ass!" "Will you tell?" "Only if you don't do it again..." Aunt Brandy looked down at my semi erect cock. It was wet with pussy, ass and cum juices. Her face and body was full of cum. She reached down and grabbed my cock. She spat on it and started to suck it down her throat again, slurping it clean and making it hard for another fuck ... I wondered what she had in mind this time.... "Uhmmmmm, uhmmmmm!... or maybe you, your Uncle and your Daddy will have to share me between all of you... uhmmmmm!" Aunt Brenda's Feet I'm a 24 year old guy. I have had a foot fetish all of my life. I have always found my Aunt Brenda's feet to be exceptionally sexy. She is in her late 50's but looks to be mid 40's, a COMPLETE MILF! She's 5'7, average sized body, always well dressed and pampered. She's kind of a flirt as well and feeds into my obsession with her sexy feet. I went to visit her one weekend at her house to stay for a few days. She came into the living room where I was hanging out, watching TV. "What a work out, I need to get off my feet." "Is there anything you need?" I ask. "maybe a drink..." I got a drink from the kitchen and returned to the living room with it. She had taken her shoes off and had her feet resting on the coffee table. "Thank's Alan, have a seat." I sat down and couldn't help but stare at her cute feet and cute little toes. She was flipping through the channels when she must have noticed my gaze. Then she started to wiggle her toes around and rub her feet against each other. My mouth began to water as I tried discreetly to stare at them. Shortly after she began to talk to me. "My feet are kinda sore from running." she complained. "Do you want a foot massage?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't find this weird. "Really? You'd do that for me?" She retorted. "Sure why not." I replied. I got down in front of her and started rubbing her right foot. Then I moved to the left. I could tell she loved it and I could feel my dick growing in my pants. "Alan, you like feet don't you??" she asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean you like women's feet, they turn you on..." she answered. "Maybe...why do you ask??" "One, I notice you staring at my feet ever since I got home and two, your dick is hard." Her talking about this was making me really horny. I admitted that yes I was a foot guy. "Yes Aunt Brenda, I do like feet a lot, and I like your feet. Does this feel good?" I asked her. "Yes...Is there anything else you could do to my feet to make them and me feel good?" "I could....suck your toes?" "Ok" she responded. The moment I've been waiting for. I took her foot in my hand and moved it to my mouth. I placed her foot gently on my lips and opened my mouth, I slid her foot into my mouth and began to suck and lick her toes. I caressed and licked and sucked her foot for a while, my dick got so hard. She began to rub my crotch with her other foot. I was so horny. I quickly grabbed both of her feet by the ankles and brought them together. "That feels so good Alan!" she moaned. I licked all around both feet until they were soaked with my saliva. I licked her soles, between her toes and sucked on each toe. After moving to her ankles with my tongue I slowly pulled her capri pants off. I ran my tongue up her right leg until I got to her thighs. as she continued to moan with pleasure I licked all over her thighs and slowly worked my way to her MILF pussy. I moved her panties aside to see her lightly hairy pussy and caressed her clit with my tongue. I continued licking her clit and then stuck my tongue in her pussy as she moaned. As I licked every part of her beautiful hairy pussy, I pushed her legs up and began to tongue her puckering asshole. "ohhh, please don't stop.." she pleaded. I removed my shorts and boxers as I tongued her asshole and she continued to moan with pleasure. I went back to her pussy for a few licks before moving up to her tits. I undid her blouse and started sucking her tits. As I did this she reached down to stoke my fully erect cock. "Come here." she demanded as I moved to face level with her. My tongue went into her open mouth and we kissed passionately. We kissed for a long time, her tongue caressing mine. She pushed me back finally and put her feet on my shoulders and exposed her pussy for my throbbing dick. "I want you to fuck me Alan!" she demanded in a panting voice. "Yes ma'am, I want to so bad!" I responded. I caressed her pussy lips with my dickhead before sliding my 8" manhood inside her soaking wet pussy. As I did this she moved her feet to my mouth and I began to thrust my dick in to her beautiful vagina as I sucked her toes. I fucked her hard but passionately as I had the big toe from each foot in my mouth sucking on the sweet nectar. I licked all over her feet once again as I made love to her. "Oh my god, Alan, I'm cumming" she screamed. I continue to fuck her and worship her feet as she cums over and over. I pull out and lay on the floor and she get's on top of me reverse cowgirl style. She starts bouncing up and down on me and I once again take her toes into my mouth at this new angle. After a few minutes of her riding me and me sucking on those sweet toes and licking her soft soles I can't take anymore. I'm gonna cum Aunt Brenda!" I warn. She gets off of me and turns around and starts sucking my cock. A grab her hair as she sucks and deepthroats. After a minute or so I start to moan loud "Ahhhh I'm CUMMMMINGGG!" I shoot my huge load into her sucking mouth as she moans "MMMMH" I sit up, she pulls her face from my dick and I kiss her passionately again, caressing each others tongues, sharing my cumshot. "You're kinky" she states. I smile and nod as we both swallow the cum in our mouths. We kiss again and she say's "That was an awesome experience, let's get cleaned up." I agree whole heartedly and we both make our way up to the shower. In the shower we wash each other and I get horny again. I start fingering her pussy, she starts stoking my cock. She gets on her knees and starts sucking me off. It feels so good that within a couple minutes I cum again. without warning this time I shoot my load into her mouth and down her throat. She leans back, opens her mouth, plays with the cum with her tongue, then swallows it all. We kiss again then get out of the shower. "I think we just found a new hobby!" she playfully reamrks. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to visit regularly." I can't wait until I go visit Aunt Brenda again. Aunt Brini Please do not read this if you are under 18 years of age. I would love to hear any and all feedback as I would like to add chapters to complete this story. Thanks for reading and feel free to vote. CH. 1 My divorce had been final for a year, and there was still a hole in my life. My ex was a cocky, stubborn, selfish bad boy that had screwed half the ladies in town before I figured out what he was up to. Luckily, when my father agreed to help us finance the boarding stables, he decided to keep the deed in his name until the loan was paid in full. That way, when my lying asshole ex got caught, I didn't have to give him half of the stables in the divorce settlement. Or so my father told me later, and I was profoundly grateful. Then, the place was mine, and I was content, but not really happy. I loved the companionship of being married, and I REALLY missed the sex. But since my divorce, I have been leery of men, not really trusting any of them or my own instincts enough to weed out the bad ones. At 32, I still had a nice figure and smooth skin. I kept my long brown hair in a braid most days. My firm 36C breasts often peeked out of my low cut tank tops as I worked. The skimpy shirts are convenient and comfortable, both of which are a plus when dealing with animals all day in the heat. Plus, they made me feel sexy and sensual, which I really needed as an ego boost at that point in my life. It was the hottest summer that anyone around here could recall. The thermometer skyrocketed to 101 with a relative humidity of about a gazillion. I really didn't mind all that, except I thought that I should maybe dress a little more conservatively with my nephew coming to stay with me. Since my ex-brother was career military, their family had been overseas in Germany for a long time. I had not seen them in eight years. Instead of calling me Sabrina when he was younger, my nephew called me Brini. It was cute, and it had stuck through the years. Jack was 23, a year out of college, and disillusioned with life in the big city. He said he wanted to come out to the "Boonies" and help me on the farm. The place isn't huge, but I could always use an extra hand. I was also excited over the prospect of having someone there to talk to and hang out with, although I wasn't sure how much we were going to have in common. I felt so old and he was bright and young. I picked him up from the train station at 3 that afternoon. I recognized him immediately, but he had grown so tall! As he made his way towards me, I realized with a shock that he now stood well over six feet tall compared to my 5'6". His frame was no longer the skinny kid I remembered, but lean and muscled. His blond hair was cut short and neat, and his smile dazzled with beautiful pearly whites. I noticed several women in the terminal stop to just stare at him as he walked past. When he got to me, he looked down with his gorgeous green eyes, grinned, and pulled me into a bear hug that took my breath away. When we broke away, we were both laughing and smiling. I felt a familiar ease with him immediately and I could tell that he felt the same about me. We collected his luggage, threw it in the back of the Jeep, and headed for home. "All I have eaten today is vending machine crap, so just about any real food would be good," he told me. "Was it a long ride?" I asked "From Chicago to Colorado Springs is a hell of a haul on a train," Jack said. "Beautiful, but I would have been better off if I drove myself," he laughed. We had a wonderful dinner that night, and caught up on old times. The two bottles of wine that we consumed with dinner went to my head pretty quickly. Around 11, I showed Jack his room, and headed down the hall to bed. I usually sleep in the nude, but tonight I thought I had better put on a nightgown. I could probably go naked again in the future, but better that we relaxed into a household routine first. We settled into an easy companionship in the next few weeks, working and living alongside each other. He was open and friendly, and knew just how to make me laugh. I asked Jack if he had any interest in the nightlife in town. "Oh, I don't think so," he said. "I did some pretty heavy partying in Chicago and it gets old after a while. Maybe some other time." He gave me another of his thousand watt smiles that melted my knees and made my pussy grow damp. About a week later, we were working together in the barn. "Aunt Brini, I'm headed in," he said to me. "Go ahead," I replied. "It is almost quittin' time anyway." I finished my chore with dirty thoughts on my mind about how good he looked without a shirt or as I watched his muscles flex. I had quit berating myself for having these lustful thoughts. It was a normal female reaction to such a beautiful sight, and it wasn't like I was ever going to act on any of these feelings, right? When I entered the house, I heard water running in the bathroom, and I assumed he was in the shower. I banged on the door. "Hey don't take all the hot water!" I yelled jokingly. "If you don't want to waste it, then come in with me!" he yelled back, laughing. "Yeah, right!" was my snappy reply, and I wandered into my bedroom to get some clean clothes. He had to be joking, but the way it made my pussy feel was no laughing matter. He came out with only a towel wrapped around his hips and stood in my doorway. He was still damp, his hair tousled, his skin glowing. "It's all yours," he said looking directly at me without a hint of laughter now. I looked back at him and felt the sparks fly in my stomach, and I wasn't sure if he meant the shower or something else. I chose to take it at face value. "Thanks," I mumbled as I got up and made my way into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, and I heard his throaty laughter as he sauntered down the hall. I took my shower quickly. I didn't want to stimulate myself further and do something I would regret. When I unlocked the door, the house was quiet. I assumed that Jack had gone out to sit on the porch and catch the cool evening breeze. I padded down the hall and noticed that his door was slightly ajar. Catching a movement from within, I couldn't help but creep closer, curious. What I saw would have kept any red blooded woman rooted to the spot. My nephew was standing naked, with his back to me in front of the window, looking out. He was slowly stroking his cock to attention. His smooth buttocks were beautiful and perfect, and all I could think about was grabbing a cheek with one hand as I grabbed his meat with the other hand. Suddenly, he shifted slightly, and I got a good view of his tool. It had to be at least 8" long and thick in girth. It was magnificent, and I let out a small gasp. He heard me and turned around to meet my eyes. I saw a small smile at the corner of his lips before a more stern expression took its place. "Aunt Brini, were you watching me?" he demanded. "That was very naughty of you." He strode over to me, not caring about his nudity or full erection. He took me by the shoulders and looked me in the eye. "Naughty girls get punished, you know," he said. I didn't answer him, as I was stunned into silence. "I have noticed the way you have been looking at me lately. Like I was your lunch. But it is about time that you understand that I am the man and I am in charge. You will submit to me and be punished for invading my privacy." He let go of my shoulders and guided me by the elbow down the hall and into my bedroom. I was powerless to resist, not even able to find my voice. I was scared silly, but excited at the same time, instinctively knowing that this boy, (no, not boy. This person leading me was a man) this man was going to take me places that I had never dreamed. In my bedroom, Jack leaned me over the end of the bed until I was completely bent at the waist, my ass in the air, and totally vulnerable. The towel that I had wrapped myself in after my shower felt like it was riding up leaving my ass cheeks exposed to his hot gaze. I was totally mortified by being forced into this position, and even more humiliated when I realized that he had taken his belt out of his pants and was holding the buckle in his hand in preparation for using the leather end to discipline my peeping self. He stood back admiring the view for a few minutes before bringing the belt down lightly on the underside of my exposed cheek. I jumped in surprise, but there was little pain. "I know you think that was too easy, but I want you to count them as I finish. This will serve as a reminder that I am the one in control. You will be getting twenty lashes and I will not stop before I am done. If you get up or attempt to stop me, I will force you to accept it and we will begin from the start. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said breathlessly. "Yes, Sir," He corrected me. "Yes Sir," I repeated. How could I be getting so turned on from this? Me, who swore independence from men. Me who vowed never to let another man control my life. "Get a grip," I thought to myself. "This is just some kinky sex and nothing more. I'm in, he's in, just go with it and maybe we will still be able to look at each other at the breakfast table." My thoughts were swiftly interrupted by a sharp crack and sting on my left ass cheek. "One!" I ground out. That hurt! He pushed the hem of the towel up over my back, and I was completely open and on display. I was also completely humiliated knowing that he could now clearly see that my pussy was wet and excited. Another sharp crack and this time it was my right cheek on fire. "Two, Sir!" He spanked my ass several more times in various areas as I counted off "Three, sir!" Slap. "Four, Sir!" Slap. "Five Sir!" My ass was on fire and we were only 5 smacks in! I was arching my ass and back in circles trying to escape the lingering sting, and succeeding only in getting more aroused by the second. He stood back and looked at his handiwork as I writhed. "You are beautiful like that. Your ass is already glowing pink. I think we can achieve a nice red color before we are done," He said with a grin. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! His blows landed as I counted them off, sinking deeper into depravity. My whole body was on fire now, blood singing in my veins. I felt so raunchy! Bent over my bed while my nephew administered a sound spanking to correct my naughty behavior. "Unnnnngh," I groaned and he stopped again at 10. His hands caressed my tender rear and he leaned over to croon in my ear. "You are doing a wonderful job. You are halfway there, sweetheart. Halfway there." He stood up again and I arched my back inviting him to complete his task. I was beyond rational thought at this point, only caring that I was pleasing him by taking my punishment well. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK! He gave me five more in quick time as I struggled to keep up with the count. My senses were starting to go into overload, and it almost became too much. He stopped again to briefly rub my smarting ass and leaned over to look me in the eye. "Look at me!" He commanded. I was compelled to do as I was bidden, and I saw only admiration and love in his eyes. "You've done great. You only have five more to go. Okay?" He waited for me to respond. I hesitated. Was he asking my permission? Some instinct buried deep inside me told me that if I went with him, I would not regret it. I nodded. "Say it!" he said as he jerked my hair slightly. "Okay, yes. Yes Sir!" I gasped as he jerked harder to remind me. The last five straps were agonizingly sharp and came at a slower pace to help me keep up with the count. I was dying to reach back and rub my aching ass, but he had not told me to so I stayed put. He brought up his own hands again to stroke my throbbing buns, but this time his finger wandered a little lower, rubbing just the outer lips of my juicy pussy. I moaned and he chuckled slightly at my predicament. He leaned over and captured my mouth in a long, slow, hot kiss as he continued to rub my cunt and ass cheeks. I was almost in a frenzy of longing when he stood and ordered me to get on my knees in front of him. "You have a steamy little cunt, there, Aunt Brini. I think that you liked being a naughty little slut. " He wanked his huge cock slowly in front of my face while he spoke. "I know you like what you see, little slut. I heard Mom & Dad talking about how it has been a long time for you and how you needed to get back on the horse. I think Dad even had some ideas about helping you out in that regard himself. But too bad for him I got here first. You are mine. Open your sweet mouth." I did as I was told, not daring to believe what I was hearing. Did he really plan all of this from the beginning? I had no time to think about it as my attention was directed at his cock, sliding over my open lips and cheeks. He took his sweet time, but finally forced my mouth down on his erect member telling me to suck it slowly and enjoy. He tasted like heaven in my mouth as I eagerly swirled my tongue up down and around his luscious crown. I savored the swelling head in my mouth for a few before easing my lips down the shaft. I bobbed up and down, guided by his hands in my hair. After I had his cock all juiced up, he pressed my head down further and I opened up to receive his cock into my throat. I gagged slightly not used to the sensation. He eased up a bit, and I instinctively took a deep breath. He pressed my head down again so that the crown was lodged in my passage. I held it there massaging the tip with my throat muscles until the urge to choke became too strong and he eased up again, half dicking my face until I calmed down and he could resume fucking my throat. "You were born for this," he told me. "What my asshole Uncle wanted with all those other sluts for is beyond me. He could have had his very own gorgeous little slut at home, just waiting to be used," he whispered to me. "You are enough woman for any real man." I was startled at his words, but my spirits soared and I strove to maintain my composure as he steadily stroked his fat cock in and between my stretched lips. I couldn't believe that I was on my knees, my hunky nephew fucking my face, my horny pussy gaping for attention. I had never felt so alive as I did at that moment. He truly had brought out the slut in me. He picked up the belt again, and I moaned. "Just a few love taps, beautiful. Something to warm you up again." I didn't think that I needed any more warming up, but I was starting to trust him to make it good, and tried to maneuver to display my already reddened ass for his belt. He slapped gently at my ass cheeks as his hips moved in and out still working his fat prick in my mouth. The harder he smacked, the harder I sucked on his prick until I was almost in a frenzy, my cheeks stinging and throbbing from the abuse. His movements became short and jerky, and he told me he was about to come. "I want you to swallow every drop, Aunt Brini," he instructed. I plunged my face down on his cock and he exploded. I could feel his spunk splashing at the back of my throat, and I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up with his spasms. He grabbed my hair and forced me to stay down on his pole as he finished. I massaged his wilting cock with my tongue before swallowing and coming up for air. I was almost afraid to look him in the eye, but I felt compelled. He was smiling. "You are fantastic, Aunt Brini," he told me. "You obeyed me completely. What a good little slut you are." I flushed at his words, in awe of the fact that I was actually proud at what he was saying. My ass was still on fire and I was wagging my hips in a silent plea for attention to my hungry pussy. He grinned at me. "Are you a horny little slut after your punishment?" he asked me. I could only blush and nod as he looked down at me. "Well that is part of the punishment, slut. You are not allowed to come without my permission, ever again. I will punish you severely for that. And I don't mean a beginner's spanking like I just gave you either, slut. You will be getting the real deal, understand?" I stared at him. Did he really mean to turn me into his own personal slut? Instead of the outrage that I expected at the thought of this, my pussy contracted, and I swear that I almost came right there. He chuckled and bent down to my level to whisper in my ear, "Yes, slut. I am going to use and enjoy your sweet body from here on out. You belong to me now and you will submit to me. In every way. Understand?" he asked again quietly. I looked him in the eye and felt another rush of pride and lust as I gathered my courage and said "Yes, Sir." Aunt Brini Ch. 02 We went to bed together that night. Naked, we touched and cuddled each other before Jack gently pushed my head down to his stiffening cock again. I gladly took it into my mouth and slobbered all over the head before swallowing it into the back of my throat. He spoke softly to me while I suckled him. "This is a dream come true for me, Aunt Brini. I have grown up loving you. You are all I have ever wanted," he crooned. When you and Uncle Jim split, I thought I might never see you again. When Mom told me that you might welcome some company, I knew that I had to come see you. I have been watching you work and live these past few weeks, hearing you try to satisfy yourself at night. I knew that you would never make the first move, so I had to do something to force your hand." He lifted me up by the arms to face him. "I want you to know here and now that I am nothing like my Uncle Jim. I will never cheat on you, never lie to you, never treat you other than how you deserve to be treated. In return, I expect the same from you. I am very serious about this, Aunt Brini." I was momentarily at a loss for words. One second I was being compelled to suck his cock, and the next second he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. I wasn't sure what to think. "Jack, you are only 23. You have never even had a serious girlfriend. What makes you think that you can commit to me?" I asked. "Haven't you been listening to me?" he asked. "I have been waiting for you. I have never even wanted to commit to anyone else. I love you." I stared at him, still unsure how to react. It wasn't that I didn't care for him; this was just all a little much to take in at the moment. "I can see that I have caught you off guard with this," he said, looking me in the eyes. "I think we will just deal with one emotion at a time. Lust, in this case," he said as he pushed my head back down again to push his beautiful cock into my mouth. I was all for that. I was unprepared for dealing with this tide of emotion, but I could certainly take care of our most pressing needs at the moment. I bent my head and continued sucking on his luscious popsicle. I moaned around the meat in my mouth and tried to imagine what lay ahead. It was clear that he was in charge in the bedroom. I was still so horny that I was wagging my hips in the air as I sucked. I wanted to ask permission to cum, but at the same time, I wanted to draw out this experience as long as possible. He permitted me to gobble on his stick for a few minutes, but I could tell that he was really interested in something more. "Stay up on your hands and knees," he told me. He moved up behind me out of my sight and was silent. I could tell he was looking at my most private places. I was embarrassed but so turned on at the same time. How could this be? I had never felt so open and vulnerable. I wasn't a virgin when I got married, but I wasn't too experienced either. I had never in my life experienced anything like I was feeling at that moment under his quiet examination. All of the sudden, I felt a fingertip brushing my outer labia. It was gentle and wispy but in the next second entered my inner lips to feel the moisture. I was also embarrassed that I was so wet and ready for him. What must he think of me? I was acting like a nasty slut, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop myself from whimpering and moving my hips in tiny circles to the motions of his finger. I wanted to get fucked so badly, I was in heat. Still, he went slowly, setting a maddening tempo as his fingers brushed my clit again and again. I was primed and ready, and I guess he finally decided he was too, because I felt him move up behind me on the bed. He bent over my back and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his cock brushing my pussy lips, and I arched my back, ready to finally receive him. He pushed my shoulders down and grabbed my hair. He let just the tip of his pole rest on my slick lips as he pulled my hair back slightly. Then, growling low in his throat, he slid his cock into my tight channel. It had been a long time since I was with a man, but I was so wet that he slid in to the hilt with only a few strokes. His groan echoed mine. The sensations were exquisite. He held himself inside of me and flexed his shaft a few times before sliding out and back in again. My pussy was so slick that he had no trouble establishing a smooth rhythm. He started slow at first, which was maddening. I needed to get FUCKED! I tried bucking my hips back to meet his, but he slowed and gave me a few short strokes to stop me. "Does the little slut need it bad?" He whispered to me. "Your pussy is dripping down your thighs," he laughed softly. His voice was mesmerizing. "You needed my cock so bad I am surprised that you didn't jump me as soon as I got off the train. You are going to get every last inch of my cock, little slut. In more ways than one." His last statement was somewhat ominous, but I was too far gone to notice or really care at that point. He grabbed me around the waist and rolled us over so that I was on top facing away from him. I couldn't help myself; I started almost jumping up and down on his prick. I balanced myself by holding his hands and plunged up and down as deeply as I could. It felt so good, I never wanted to stop. Every nerve in my body was responding to this man's attentions. My breasts and nipples were rock hard as I bounced, getting sore, but I didn't care about that, either. Jack slowed my pace, and untangled his hands from mine. He grabbed my hips and stilled my movements entirely, jerking his cock inside me again when I was completely still. I could feel the head flex against my inner walls, and I whined, desperate for the friction to continue. Desperate for anything to continue! When he lifted me up off of his rod I started to protest, but he grabbed me by the hair and brought my mouth down to his hard cock again. "Clean it!" he ordered. I shied away, but he pushed down harder with my hair wrapped around his fist and I submitted, opening my lips to receive his slimy cock. I had never tasted myself, and I was surprised at the sweet but pungent taste as he forced my lips up and down, gathering the moisture. His hands guided my motions more than I was, and I could tell that he wanted me to take him deep again. I went as far down as I could, smelling my juice in his pubic hair also. His hands held my throat around his cock head, and I started to struggle involuntarily. "Hold it while I count to five," Jack directed me. I tried my best to stay calm while he counted, wanting to please him and do what I was told. When he reached five, he flexed again and I wretched as he withdrew, saliva dripping down my chin. "Nicely done, little slut. Two down and one to go," he said, and it dawned on me what his intentions were. I started to backpedal, literally. I didn't want to tell him no, but I was not entirely sure that I was ready for this. He followed me backwards and covered my body with his. His form was breathtaking. He looked down at me intensely. "This is it, Brini. The moment where you decide where we go from here." I saw the sexual desire still present in his eyes, but there was something more. Something coming from deeper in his soul. I swear, in that instant, I was a goner. "You and me. Here and now. Today and beyond. This is it. What's it going to be?" He demanded of me. I took a moment to truly look at the man above me. In a flash, I realized that he was a real man, a decent man and a man that I could trust and depend on. He had been showing me that for weeks. And if he was a little kinky in bed, well, so much the better for me. I was tired of hiding from myself and hiding from life. I looked him in the eye, took a deep breath and jumped in with both feet. "Yes," I said simply. He gave me a conquering smile, and a dazzling kiss that left me breathless. I arched my body up against his, and he gathered me beneath him before slipping back inside me and easing in and out. He was back to being a teaser, stroking slowly a few times and then slamming into me and holding himself inside. He tortured me like that until I thought I would burst, shaking my head back and forth and then he turned all business again. "I am going to fuck your tight little ass tonight, Aunt Brini," He whispered in my ear at the same time his fingers lightly pinched my clit. I moaned, but I could no longer protest. I was his. And I wasn't sure that I wanted to protest any longer. I knew that it would hurt, but he had made everything else so good. Including the spanking, thinking back on it. I was ready to trust him on this, too. I rolled over on the bed onto all fours and held my ass up high, offering myself to him. He kissed both of my ass cheeks, almost reverently, before opening my nightstand drawer. I blushed as I realized that he was reaching for the bottle of lube that I keep in there to use with my dildo. I was mortified that he had heard me at night. I had been denying that I needed a real man, but that was over now. I wanted him to take me to places I had never been before. I knew that he was capable. He kept up a steady stream of murmurs in my ear as he worked to prepare my asshole. With his fingers pinching my clit, he said to me, "I know that you're scared, Aunt Brini. You know this is going to hurt, no matter how much I prime your tight hole." I moaned and ground my cunt back into his hand. "But I promise you that one day, I am going to tie you to the bed and render you completely helpless," he continued. "I am going to lube my cock with your mouth and then I am going to use that sweet ass as much as I want," he said as I felt the tip of his finger apply the slippery gel to the rim of my hole. "You are going to love every second of it," he went on. "You will be begging me to fuck your ass, trying not to cum without permission. Just by getting your tight little ass used like a whore." I moaned more when I felt his slick finger push past my sphincter and into my tight passage. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. My pussy was gushing as he continued to tease my clit. I couldn't help myself, I was so aroused by what he was saying and doing. "Relax and take it like a good little slut. You know you want to." God help me, I did. He worked the finger in and out, lubing me up good, finally hitting the base of his finger. I instinctively clamped down on my finger at this point, and it was his turn to moan. "Do you know what this is going to feel like on my cock?" He asked. I was too far gone to respond. He added a second finger to the first and continued to ease them in and out. This was more uncomfortable, but I stayed bent over to take it. "Your snug little hole is going to grip the head and try to suck me in and expel me at the same time." His fingers moved in and out in a mesmerizing rhythm. "You are going to clamp down so tight that it feels like my cock will break. But after you get used to it and loosen up, I am going to ride your ass like a junkyard dog going at a bitch in heat." And that's exactly what I felt like. I couldn't believe that the degrading things he was saying to me had such an effect. No one had ever spoken like that to me before, and I was reveling in it. I wanted more. MORE!!! I heard the top snap (a sound that never fails to send a jolt to my pussy) to the lube and turned my head to watch him apply more of the gel to his stiff cock. I shivered in fear and lust as he worked it around the head and down the shaft. There was a liberal amount, but I was still scared. What if he tore me? What if I couldn't take it? Oh my god, could I really be waiting for this? Could I really want it? I shuddered and tried my best to stay calm as he got into place behind me on the bed. I felt his cock head leave a slimy trail on my ass cheek as he found the crevice between my thighs. "Play with your pussy, but don't cum," he told me as I felt my cheeks part. That was fine by me and I attacked my clit, rubbing and slapping the little nub. The tip of his cock nudged my hole, and I felt him give a push. The head lodged in my ass, and I cried out, but he held my hips firm. He gave me a minute to get used to it before slowly pushing further into my tight ass. It hurt like hell, but I stood my ground and submitted to him. He worked it in slowly, and by the time I felt his balls slap my pussy, I could no longer stay still. I clamped down with my anal muscles and frantically rubbed my clit. He moaned at the pressure. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Little slut is holding on tight to my cock. I have been waiting for this moment." He waited until I relaxed and drew his cock back almost all the way out before plunging back in in one smooth stroke. The friction and heat were incredible. I was still in pain, but it was dulled by my finger on my clit and the steady stream of filth being whispered in my ear. "Your ass feels so good on my cock," he breathed. "It is so tight. Did you realize that when you push like you are taking a shit that I can force my cock even deeper into your asshole?" I tried it and he growled and thrust his pole as deep as he could. He stayed there for another minute before beginning a steady rhythm of lust in and out of my derriere. I was a lot looser by this time and he was easily able to plunge in and out. The pain dulled to an ache, and I realized that I was close to cumming. Jack must have realized it, too, because he reminded me not to cum without permission. "You have been a good little slut tonight; you will get your reward if you continue to be well-behaved." I ground my hips back into him and he began pounding my ass in earnest. His balls no longer slapped my pussy, and I knew that he was getting close, too. All of the sudden, he jerked me by the hair and brought my face to his crotch as he stood on the bed. I licked his nuts as he jacked his cock in my face. I felt so nasty waiting for him to shoot his load at will. "Open your mouth," he demanded. I complied, a little afraid of what he had planned. It started slowly, a small splat on my chin. Then he held his pole still, aiming directly at my open mouth and let loose. Spurt after spurt of his gooey cum landed on my tongue, lips and face. "Hold your mouth open," he ordered as the last few squirts came to rest on my tits. I complied and stayed still so that he could admire my slutty state. I was still horny as hell, my asshole burning from his invasion. He smiled down at me. "Good little slut. You like the taste of my cum?" I nodded, mouth still open. "Good, because you are going to taste it a lot from now on. Next time you will clean my cock when I am done using you, got it?" I nodded, my pussy rippling at the thought of being made to do something so dirty. Dirtier than he had already made me do. "Swallow. And be sure to get the cum off your titties. Not a drop goes to waste, ever, or its punishment time, do you hear me?" I swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Sir," I responded. I gathered the fallen drops with my fingers and quickly lapped it up. I was unused to the taste, but I could tell that I would be getting over that soon enough. When I was finished, he laid me back on the bed like a sacrificial virgin. He spread my legs out as far as they would go and applied a cooling cloth to my asshole. It was so soothing, but stimulating at the same time. When he was sure that he had wiped up all the gel and juice, he bent over and put his mouth an inch from my pussy. I could feel his breath and couldn't help but lift my lips to try to get closer contact. Jack laughed softly. "Is my slut still horny?" I moaned and nodded as I twisted. He touched just the tip of his tongue to my clit, and I skyrocketed towards orgasm. "Feel free to cum when you are ready," he told me before laving his tongue up and down my juicy cunt. It didn't take me long. A slow tingle started in my toes and spread upward until my entire body was on fire and I exploded on his tongue. I clamped my thighs down on his head as he sucked hard on my clit, and arched up off the bed in sweet agony. I couldn't say how long it lasted, but it was easily the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life. I floated back down to Earth where Jack was waiting for me. "Thank you, Sir." I told him. "You're welcome slut," he replied. "Good little slut." Aunt Brini Ch. 03 As with all stories on the site, please, DO NOT read if you are under 18 years old. I welcome all feedback and want to thank everyone for reading, commenting and voting. * The next day, Jack told me that we were going shopping in the big city. "There are some...things...I need to buy, and I need you to go along to ...help." I shuddered to think of what kind of "things" were on his shopping list. "We are going to stop at a specialty store that I know about. You have some nice lingerie, but I have more accessories in mind." One of the things that I do for myself is buy pretty, lacy, frilly under things. It makes me feel beautiful. I didn't know what he meant by accessories, but, he went on. "You are sadly lacking in the toy department and I intend to remedy that." I just stared at him. This was going to be one helluva shopping trip. We live about 45 minutes away from the city, so I quickly finished my breakfast and headed upstairs to take a shower. I didn't linger, but when I got out of the bathroom, Jack had laid out a lacy bra that clasped in the front, and he was going through my walk-in closet. I went to the vanity and sat wrapped in my towel. I was brushing my hair when he emerged. He had several garments in his hands, but when he saw me, he stopped short. "Take off the towel," He said in a hoarse voice. Our eyes met in the mirror and I loosened the knot. The towel fell away and left my swollen breasts open to his gaze. "Continue," he said after another long moment. I picked up the brush and took up where I left off. He continued to watch me in the mirror as my tits swayed rhythmically to my strokes. I had never had anyone just stand and watch me like that before, and the effect was incredibly erotic. When I was finished, I stood and turned to him, my hard nipples pointing the way. He lifted the underside of one of my breast with his palm, and blew on my nipple. It tried to stand up more, if that were possible. Without warning, he snapped my nipple firmly with the fingertips of his other hand. I yelped in pain, but before I could react, his mouth fastened over the nub and he swirled his tongue to soothe the soreness. It was a short lesson in pain, but a sweet one nonetheless. He led me over to the bed and showed me what he had found. Besides the bra, there was a short, pleated, denim casual skirt, my white 4 inch heels with the ankle strap and a white tank top. The tank top was stretchy and sheer, meant to be worn with a camisole, but today, apparently, I would be doing without. The skirt wasn't way short, but it isn't something I would wear grocery shopping. The pleated hem fell about 6 inches above my knees and swirled prettily in the breeze. The only problem with that is that I didn't see any panties laid out. I looked at him pointedly. "Nothing underneath for you today, slut," he told me, sniggering. "You won't need it any where we are going." His words made my pussy quiver, and I started to get dressed. He leaned over and quietly whispered in my ear. "If it makes you feel any better, slut, I won't be wearing any underwear today, either." I blushed down to my toes. Somehow, that didn't reassure me. I got dressed quickly under his gaze, acutely aware that I was being displayed like a possession. How many people would see my treasures before this day was out? I could only guess, but the thought had my clit throbbing and my pussy dripping. As he was holding the car door open for me, Jack told me to lift my skirt up and put my bare bottom on the seat. Still a bit pink from the spanking I received yesterday, the fabric of the seat scratched my ass and reminded me relentlessly that I was in another's control now. Maybe not my entire life, but I was surely the sexual plaything of this exquisite young man that had made me feel alive again. He grinned at me before starting the Jeep and heading for town. As silly as it sounds, I was beginning to wonder who was going to pay for this shopping trip. It seemed like he had some expensive things in mind. I paid Jack what I could to work the stables, but it was a pittance, really. I got by, myself, but large, non Ranch related expenditures weren't usually in my budget. I told myself that if I was going to trust this man and go forward with this relationship, I had to voice my concerns. I took a deep breath and let it all out. When I was done, Jack nodded and pulled over to the side of the road. "Confession time," he said. I had no idea what in the hell to think when he said that, but I stayed quiet and let him talk. "My second year of college, a friend of mine and I developed some computer programs that help children deal with dyslexia and other learning disabilities. It was a hit, and we sold it for a lot of money. I turned around and invested that money, and now I pretty much don't have to worry about it. I won't be buying the Trump Towers anytime soon, but I have the freedom to do as I please. I can certainly afford this little shopping spree." I was speechless. I had no idea. Not only was he financially independent, but he had gotten that way by doing something to help others. What a wonder this man was to me. The more I learned, the more I realized that I was one very lucky woman, indeed. The fact that he was my younger nephew was not an impediment, but an insight. "I love you, Jack," I told him, quietly. "I love you, too, Brini," he replied, holding my eyes with his for a long moment. Putting the Jeep back into gear, he eased back onto the highway and into traffic. I was starting to squirm slightly in my seat, anxious about the events that were ahead of me. I had no real idea of what he had in mind, but I knew that it would be a trip to remember. Good thing Denver is a ways from the Ranch, because I didn't want to run into anyone that I knew. My lacy little bra could be clearly seen through the sheer top and the demi-cup allowed a peek at the tops of my areolas. It was going to be mortifying enough being around strangers dressed like this, let alone a neighbor or the town librarian or something. God. The first stop was at the toy shop as promised. But instead of the usual adult bookstore, this place looked a little more...fetish. The front window displayed a vinyl cat suit with a zipper from neck to crotch and a chain mail bra with open nipple holes and matching bottoms. Which were crotchless. I took a deep breath. Okay, here we go. He ushered me through the door with his hand on the small of my back. It reassured me somehow as we entered the dim interior of the building. I was unprepared for what awaited inside. Rows of racks filled with fetish clothes to fit every size and taste. Arrangements of what looked like furniture at first glance, but didn't belong in any living room that I have ever been in. Perimeter wall shelves crammed with bondage gear, handcuffs, riding crops and ball gags. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Jack looking at me and turned to him. The look on my face must have said it all, because he burst out laughing. I joined him after a minute, the tension of the moment broken. "That was great," he said to me. "You would have thought that I just sold you into human slavery by the look on your face." "Not funny!" I snapped at him, but I was still smiling. He took me by the hand and led me to an aisle that catered to the puppy lovers of the world. We stopped in front of a stand of hand made collars and browsed. "Stand up straight, put your hands behind your head and move your hair out of the way," he said. I did as I was told, my nipples threatening to pop out of my bra cups. I hadn't blushed this much since high school. The store only had a few patrons, but I still felt like everyone there was focused on us. He selected a pink leather collar studded with pink rhinestones and tied with a big pink bow. It was totally gaudy, like something you would see on a poodle owned by a little old lady. He buckled it around my neck, but it wouldn't adjust down small enough, and it was the only size they had. Thank God. "I had to at least see what it looked like," he said, snickering. Next was a, slim white leather choker with an ivy vine embroidered between the stitched borders. It was a perfect fit and seemed to be what he was looking for until he realized that the only white leashes that they had were nylon, not matching leather. Not to be discouraged, he kept looking while I stayed put with my hair up. A salesman came by and asked if we needed any help. He was handsome and buff, dressed in tight black leather pants and a tight black t-shirt that showed his package and abs nicely. "No, I am just trying to decide on a collar for my girlfriend, here," Jack said motioning to me, grinning. "Well if you would like further assistance," the salesman said, looking at me intently, "be sure to look me up. My name is Bruce." "Thanks, Bruce," Jack said, genially. "I'll be sure to do that." Bruce moved away from us, his eyes still on me. I was horrified, but hornier than I could have ever thought possible. Standing here in public, being fitted for a dog collar. "What a slut." Jack whispered in my ear, as if he could read my mind. Finally, Jack came up with a hand tooled, wide black band studded with flat silver rounds etched with delicate flower petals. It was exquisite in craftsmanship and looked beautiful against my tanned throat. He picked up a matching black leather leash, and we moved on to the next section. Vibrators, dildos and anal plugs of every shape size and color covered racks on one entire wall. He browsed at leisure while I tried to stay invisible behind him. I had gone to a dirty bookstore or two in my time, but for some reason, today, I felt incredibly conspicuous. He picked up a standard 7" vibrator that glowed in the dark. I giggled, but he put it back on the shelf. "You already have something similar, correct?" I nodded, and he moved on. "Now here is something you need," he said grabbing a medium sized butt plug. It was made of red latex and had a vibrating egg imbedded inside. I flushed as I realized that it wouldn't be long until it was used on me. He tossed it into the basket he was carrying, along with a set of old fashioned anal beads on a string. "I like these with the string so much better than the jelly beads," he murmured in my ear. "When they are inserted and you walk around, the string will brush your thighs, and you will be reminded that you are being a little slut, just for me." I shuddered. Against the far wall was 10 by 10 foot area devoted to nipple clamps. I was hesitant, but he pulled me by the hand and we went to stand in front of the racks. "I won't make you try these on now." I heaved a sigh of relief. "At least not here," he said, grinning again. I shivered as he selected several pairs to look at. In the end, he decided on a set of clover clamps and a set of tweezer clamps, both with chains. They looked fairly threatening to me, but I kept it to myself. On the next rack, there were all sorts of crops and whips. He grabbed a fairly wide riding crop and told me to put my hands against the wall, slightly bent at the waist. I was horrified, but obeyed. I could see Bruce continuing to monitor our progress out of the corner of my eye, and I felt the wetness begin to creep down my thighs. The skirt rode up slightly, but I didn't think that my cheeks were hanging out. He slapped my ass a few times lightly, but apparently this wasn't what he was looking for, because he put it back and chose a crop with less width. This one snapped decidedly more, and I could feel the sting through the fabric. Before I could protest, he put one hand on the back of my neck, and flipped up my skirt with the other. I knew without a doubt that I was completely exposed now, but all I could do was stand there at his bidding. I really was a raunchy slut. Oh, God. He brought the crop down smartly a few times over my cheeks, turning red the places that had lessened to pink before. I cried out, despite trying to stay calm. Bruce ambled up the aisle next to us and remarked. "It is our store policy that any item making intimate contact with a customer will be considered sold to that customer." "And how intimate is intimate?" asked Jack. "Let just say you are dangerously close to that line," Bruce replied. "Well we might as well make it official," said Jack, bringing the crop up to lightly crack my bare pussy lips. I jumped and gasped. That hurt! Jack handed the crop to Bruce and invited him to take a turn. I was in tears, but I continued to stand still, wanting to please Jack and this stranger that I had just met. Bruce swung the crop lightly against my ass a few times, but quickly worked his way into heavier handed blows. I was completely humiliated by the spectacle we were making, now having drawn a few more onlookers from across the store. I was trying not to react to the crop, but when Bruce brought it up sharply against my wet, open cunt, I couldn't stop myself. I cried out and flung myself into Jack's arms. Everyone chuckled, and Bruce thanked Jack for the opportunity. Jack nodded and into the basket went the crop. As we were checking out, Jack reached behind me and ran his finger up and down my wet slit a few times. I shivered, knowing the person behind us in line was watching, but I couldn't bring myself to look anyone else in the eyes. Jack winked at me as he laid his credit card on the counter. Back in the Jeep, I arranged myself as previously instructed and waited for Jack to load up. Before we pulled out of the parking lot, he turned to me. "You were a perfect little slut back there. Doing as you were told, having those people watch. Just so you know, Bruce slipped me his card. We might be seeing more of him in the future." He was grinning again at my horrified look. "Put your hands behind your head," he instructed. He lifted the front of my tank top and unsnapped the front of my bra. My tits were now hanging out for anyone to see, and I was shocked that my body was reacting so eagerly to this. Jack dug around in the bag and pulled out the collar and the tweezer clips. The collar fitted nicely against my skin, and I could tell that I would be used to it in no time at all. The clamps, however...those were another story. I managed to sit still while he attached them, mostly due to his dexterity, but I was in agony almost as soon as he withdrew. My nipples felt like they were on fire, and tears sprang back to my eyes. He crooned at me as he held my hands at the nape of my neck and made shushing noises. "It will be ok, just let yourself get used to it.," he said. I tried to focus on his voice, and slowly, the pain subsided to a dull ache. My nipples throbbed as my breasts heaved with each breath. "Good girl," he whispered and kissed my cheek lightly. "I knew you could do it." I felt the unfamiliar pride again. "Wait until I use the clover clamps," he murmured some more. "You will wish you had these tame little things." I whimpered. He kissed me gently and traced my lips with his tongue while he tugged lightly on the chain. I groaned and met his tongue with mine and ground my throbbing pussy into the seat. I didn't care who saw anymore. Jack broke the kiss and bent to lick my right nipple. It was an incredibly intense feeling. When he sucked the pinched nub into his mouth, I exhaled sharply and jumped in my seat. He laughed low and undid the button on his shorts. His delicious pole popped into view, and I didn't need any prompting to start sucking. Egged on by his gentle tugging on the clamp chain, I took the head as far as I could into my throat. I was so horny, I wanted to devour him whole. He groaned as I slobbered frantically, trying to push him over that fantastic edge. All at once, he pushed me away, and undid the clamps. I screamed out loud when I felt the blood rushing back into my nipples. He massaged them gently and I eased my grip on the door handle. "That hurt," I told him. "That's the idea," he replied. He pulled the top back down over my tits, but they were still clearly visible, with two little points stretching the material in front. Jack smiled at my chest before buttoning himself up and heading back to the road. "We have one more place to go," he said. "This one will be a quick trip. When he pulled into a large chain-type pet store, I was surprised. I was still wearing the collar, he had a leash, what could he possibly want to buy here? The thought brought shudders to my frame and made my nipples go hard again. He directed me to do up my bra, and I did so gladly. I didn't want to create a scene here. My heels clicked on the pavement as we crossed the parking lot. Leading me by the hand, we entered the store, and I almost regretted having to clasp my bra. The cool air made my nipples stand up again, and the lace was scratchy and irritating. Jack found what he was looking for easily. They have one in the front of every store. The machine that makes I.D. tags for your pets. Because I was the one wearing the collar and being led, I felt incredibly conspicuous to the cashiers and the people checking out. I was full-body blushing again as Jack dug in his wallet for bills. When he was done feeding the machine, he started to consider what he wanted. "I like the metal ones, not aluminum, but the brass won't match your collar. Oh, they have a silver color, good," he noticed, pushing the button. He was talking like we were doing nothing out of the ordinary, but I was mortified. He continued, "Now which shape?" he asked me. I stammered and shrugged. I had no answer. He laughed. "I think the bone shaped one," he said, pushing another button. "Represents the boner that I always get around you." I just stared at him as he continued. "Now lets see, script font in the largest size they have." He said each letter out loud as he entered them. "L-i-t-t-l-e S-l-u-t. Perfect." I was terrified, not daring to look around me to see if anybody noticed what we were doing. The machine whirled and clanked, and the tag was etched right before out very eyes. The screen mercifully went to the finish page and we were done when the tag was spit out along with a jump ring to attach it to the collar. He smiled at me. "We're done here." He nodded to a guy that was standing in line to use the machine after us that I hadn't noticed before. I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on it before Jack was again leading me by the hand out of the store. Safely back in the Jeep, Jack attached the tag to my collar and undid the clasp on my bra again. I felt just as the tag read, and didn't protest when he lifted the hem of my shirt and exposed my tits to the open air once again. Jack started the Jeep and we headed for the ranch. I had no idea what to expect anymore. Aunt Brini Ch. 04 Copyright 2007 Please DO NOT read unless you are 18 or older. This chapter ends the tale of Jack and his Aunt Brini. I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to hearing feedback about this final installment. Thanks for reading, commenting, voting, and all the great feedback I have received from everyone. * Other than a few truckers ogling my tits and honking, the ride home was uneventful. Occasionally, Jack would reach over and tweak my aching nipples or rub my broiling pussy. All I wanted was to get home and get fucked. Any way, any how I could get it. The taste of cock was in my mouth, and I wanted more. When we pulled up to the gates of the ranch, Jack told me to get out and unlock it. Tits out and all. Because our boarding stables are small time, we usually only get visitors on the weekends. Since today was Tuesday we were closed to the public, and I felt reasonably sure that we would have the place to ourselves. I did as I was told, but kept my ears out for approaching cars, nonetheless. The sun warmed my exposed breasts and heated the tag against my throat. It all served to remind me that I was doing the bidding of my incredibly sexy, dominant nephew. He waited for me to close and lock the gate in my exposed condition and we headed down the drive towards the house. After he parked and unbuckled, he ordered me to bend over the old fashioned hitching post out front. I was so excited that he slid his cock in my wet hole without any resistance. Jack pounded my pussy furiously for a few minutes, but as my orgasm approached, he eased off and grabbed me by the hair. "Good little slut puppies are obedient to their Master," he ground in my ear. They obey the ground rules or they will be punished. My slut puppy better remember the first rule. No cumming without permission!" he barked at me. I tried to nod, but didn't get far with him holding my hair. He fucked my cunt like that for a few minutes until I was whimpering with need. I didn't know if I could hold back. I tried. I really tried. I knew this was a test and I would be punished. But when I thought about what I looked like in the store, being struck with the crop, all those people watching, I was pushed over the edge. I screamed my orgasm at the top of my lungs and felt his cock hammer home into the dark recesses of my womb. He kept pumping me steadily until I regained some measure of calm, and then pulled out of my pussy with a loud slurp. I stayed still, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him purposefully walk around the hitching post to where my head hung in shame. I couldn't believe that I lost control like that. I felt like a deer in the headlights, scared to move for what comes next. Jack presented his slimy cock to my lips. "Suck it clean, slut." I did as I was told instantly, hoping that my quick compliance would earn me a few points off for good behavior. The taste was tangy, mostly my juice mingled slightly with his pre cum. I could smell the juices in his pubic hair and in the next instant; it was smeared on my face as he pressed his cock into the back of my throat all the way down to the base. I held it as long as I could until I panicked from lack of air and Jack withdrew his cock, I saw my saliva dripping from the tip. I could still smell the juice on my face and I realized that despite my orgasm, I was still hornier than ever. The fact that I knew I was about to be punished could have had something to do with it. I watched as my nephew dug in the bag from the fetish store. Out came the pair of clover clamps and my knees buckled a little. "Since you were a bad little slut, your behavior must be corrected," he told me. "Stay put exactly where you are now and wait for me to return. I mean it. Don't move, under any circumstances." I was determined to obey, despite what I knew was coming to my tits. He had told me that the clover clamps would hurt more than the other pair, and I was frankly a little scared. I had no idea where he had gone, but I couldn't see how it would turn out well for me one way or another, so I tried to relax and enjoy the flow and tingle of the blood in my veins. When he returned, he stowed some things out of my line of vision and then bent over me to tweak my already hard nipples. "Little slut puppy, you are going to have to learn to control yourself from now on," he whispered in my ear. "I almost hate to punish you," he chuckled low. "Almost..." My Master nephew plucked at my nipples and pulled them downward until they were well swollen and hard as rock. And then, the moment of truth. I hoped that I was strong enough to take what he would give me, wanting to please him and make him proud. Jack squatted on the balls of his feet at my side. I was still bent over the hitching post, and he had to duck down a bit to reach his goal. I closed my eyes as the clover clamps moved from my sight to beneath my torso. I felt the cool pads caress my stiff nipple for a brief instant before he let the clamp close around it. I shrieked in pain and tried to jump up, but Jack was a step ahead of me. I didn't realize that he had clipped the leash onto my collar and it was an easy thing for him to keep me bent over at the waist. "Didn't you learn anything in the car before, slut?" his tone was disgusted. "Quit crying and breathe. Calm down and take it." He remained crouched next to me, and seemed genuinely pissed. I struggled to gain composure. I didn't want him to be disappointed in me. My nipple ached horribly and felt like it was completely crushed in the jaws of the clamp. My knees nearly buckled when I remembered that I still had the other one to go. My head was spinning but I wanted so bad to be good. When I was at a barely tolerable pain level, Jack told me to pay attention. He wanted me to notice something. What he did was slowly start to pull on the chain of the clamp. It hurt like hell and it felt like it was compressing my nipple flatter as he pulled. I was beginning to loose control, so he let go and told me to lean up a bit. When I did, he wrapped the chain between the clamps around the hitching post, and quickly attached the other clamp to my bare nipple. The pain exploded again, but this time, all I did was give a loud cry. I struggled internally not to move, and was rewarded with a "Good girl" for succeeding. This time, Jack stood and gently pulled back on my shoulders to stretch my nipples slowly out and away from my body. I held my breath and bit my lip as the pressure increased, but I now saw what he wanted me to. There was no getting out of these suckers without doing my nipples great bodily injury. "So my little slut puppy is tethered good," he spoke in a normal voice now as he walked around behind me. "Perfect, because I want both hands free to punish you. Coming without permission," he tutted at me. "What a bad little slut puppy." I was crying gently, and half mutinously thinking that the clamps were plenty of punishment, but I kept my mouth shut. I did break the rules and earn punishment. It was not for me to say otherwise. Then, he began. The strokes of the crop were caresses at first. Lightly brushing the delicate skin of my exposed posterior and traveling the curves in between. I was still dripping, moaning and wagging my hips at Jack in a futile attempt to get him to relent. I still wanted to be fucked, but he was having none of it. Then slowly, the strikes began getting stronger. They stung lightly while he moved the crop in an even rhythm. I felt my skin start to simmer and began wagging my hips for a different reason, to escape the pain. Not to mention the pain that was still in my breasts as each time I moved, it would cause more tension and torment. I was openly crying by the time he was using full swings. The sharp leather slapped and stung terribly and I knew that my rear would be on fire for hours after he was done, reminding me to be a good girl and do what I am told. The last few hard slaps were the worst, as he gave me five slow, hard, measured strokes that I was made to count out loud through my sobs. I only wanted to collapse, but the clamps still attached prevented it still. Jack moved back around to my head and gazed at me steadily. Then he crouched down again and rubbed the underside of my breasts with the crop. I was deathly afraid that he was going to start striking them with the crop, but he just continued to rub. When the first clamp was removed, I screamed out loud. I was totally unprepared for the pain of having the blood rush back into my nipples and when Jack reached up to stroke it, the sensation was intensified. I swear I was breathing like they teach you to do in birthing classes, and swearing just as hard as if I were in labor. When he went for the second clamp, I flinched. Jack spoke to me softly. "I'm sorry, my pet. But you know that you had to be punished. Not just a little, but to be punished in a way that makes you realize that I am in control." His voice gave me a measure of calm and when the second clamp came off, all I gave was a slow hiss. "Beautiful, pet. Now. I want you to get up, slowly. Take these into the house." He handed me the bag with the day's purchases. "I want you to arrange a place for them in your lingerie drawer while you think about all the things that have happened since I came to stay with you here. When you are ready, come into the library and we will talk." There was plenty of room in my lingerie drawer to place our purchases. I left the collar on, as I had not been told to take it off, but I laid the rest in a plastic shoe box and placed it where he told me to. I thought about what I would allow my nephew to do to me. Whatever he wanted, apparently, but I felt no disgust. Only love, lust and hope. The future looked better than ever with Jack and I knew that I had found a real man to not only stand beside me, but over me when I needed it. I was totally happy. I made sure everything was orderly and then headed to the library as instructed. Jack was waiting for me. He motioned for me to take a seat on the leather armchair. The cool leather felt good against my sore behind. He sat on the corner of my large antique desk and I could tell he had a few things to say. "I can feel that you are beginning to trust me, but there may be times that I am pushing you further than you are ready to go. For those times, I want you to have some safe words." He looked at me, and I nodded, understanding. "Your first word is yellow," he told me. "This is the word that you will use when you start to feel like you are losing it. I will slow down, but still continue play. You have done everything I have asked with grace and beauty. I am trusting you to use this word as intended and not just when you feel like it." He smiled encouragingly at me and I promised him I would. "The second word is red. You can use this word to stop all play if something is wrong, you are hurt, upset, whatever. Red. Got it?" "Yes, Sir," I said. "Yellow to slow down, red to stop completely." I repeated his instructions. "Good girl," he said to me and I flushed under his praise. "I want us to have a special evening," he said next. "I want you to take the rest of the afternoon for yourself. Take a bath, do girly things." he smiled at me this time, and I smiled back. "I am going to tend to the barn and the house and then take a shower myself. Here are the rules. I want you shaved entirely clean, and you are not to touch yourself in any way other than to prepare yourself as I have directed. Okay?" I nodded again and he continued. "Report to the dining room at 7:00 pm sharp and wear something pretty." His smile was infectious and he opened his arms for me to run into. I did and gave him a huge hug and kiss before floating into the master bath to prepare. I put some jasmine scented candles about the room and added bubble bath of the same flavor. My bottom cheeks stung slightly when they made contact with the warm water, but once I was settled, it felt good. I hummed and bathed and dozed and when I was all pruney, I wrapped myself in a huge fluffy towel and made my way to the bedroom. I could see Jack everywhere I turned. After the first week of our intimacy, he had moved into the bedroom with me and his presence was a warm comfort. His dirty clothes hamper in the far corner. His book on the table by his side of the bed. The picture of his sister that he placed on the top of the highboy dresser that I cleaned out for him to use. His good watch next to it. It all made me realize that we were a true couple now. Working side by side and living side by side. Making decisions together about our day and then going about our day together. It was finally beginning to sink in that this was for real, not just a few sex games and that I really wanted this to be a long term thing. I sat at my vanity and began to prepare for the evening. I took extra time with my makeup and hair. I really wanted to look as beautiful as possible for Jack. I wanted to please him above all else. I chose a soft, satin teddy-like dress with spaghetti straps. The color was a delicate peach and the hem was embroidered with dainty, rich colored violets. It was one of my favorites and tonight I chose to go braless and let the cool material caress my entire body. I knew from experience that my nipples would be at attention all evening from the friction. And as for panties, well I didn't think I would be needing those either. I opened the door of the bedroom and gasped. Candles had been placed on the hall table along with a huge bouquet of flowers. I took a moment to smell their delicate fragrance and wandered into the dining room, also lit only with beautiful taper candles in holders. The table had been set intimately for two, and something smelled heavenly coming from the kitchen. Jack came through the doorway carrying two covered dishes. He was clean and beautiful and smelled like garlic and aftershave. He placed the dishes on the table and quickly helped me into my chair. Such a gentleman, I noted to him. He only grinned at me. His look was almost boyish and I was surprised to find that the stern Master was nowhere in evidence. Instead, he was more like the giddy schoolboy of my memories. He was clearly trying as hard to please me as I had him earlier. I found it charming that the two personalities could so easily coexist in the same person. We chatted and had a wonderful dinner. We killed a bottle of wine and turned on the old fashioned cabinet radio in the living room. The soft music inspired us to dance and it was truly the most romantic evening that I have ever had. Where Jack learned to push all the right buttons with a woman, I may never know, but I was reaping the benefits and decided to enjoy it all. When we were done with our dance, Jack kissed my lips softly and led me back to my chair in the dining room. I started to turn back to the table, but he stopped me. When I moved to look at him, he went down on one knee. I gasped. "Wh..wha..what are you doing?" I stammered. He smiled at me, the confidence back and the electricity with it. "Brini, I know that for a long time you thought of me only as your kid nephew. But today I hope you realize that I am a man and that I want you to be my woman." I was speechless but thank god, no response was required of me. Jack continued. "You are beautiful, strong, soft, intelligent, sexy, and I love you. I want you with my whole heart. You have touched every corner of it. Please be my wife." And he produced a little red velvet box from his pocket and presented it to me. I didn't open it, just stared. Then a wave of heat crashed over me, and I jumped into his arms. "Yes, yes, yes!" I squealed at him and kissed him, laughing and hugging him as hard as I could. He let out a big breath and laughed at my leap into his lap on the floor. He kissed me back like we were teenagers and he took the ring out of the box and placed it on my finger. It was beautiful. Nothing like I would have imagined. As usual, he had given it some detailed thought, I realized, as he explained it to me. "I looked at diamond after diamond for you. Pretty, but not you. Then I found this." It was a large, dark, rich, emerald-cut natural amethyst set in an antique platinum filigree base. The beautiful art deco style was from the thirties and dazzled and sparkled from every direction. "Purple is your favorite color. And I know that you love treasures from the past," he said gesturing around to the room to the antique sideboard and vases. He was right, there were many such treasures around the house. I felt so special in his arms, safe and finally, truly loved. For all time. This was it. Jack bent to take my lips with his again. It was a long, slow, delicate kiss that was full of promise and delight. It soon deepened however to the hungry, passionate kiss that was more familiar of him. I reveled in it as his tongue coaxed mine into a tangle. He tasted and smelled wonderful and I thought to myself that I could dwell in his enthusiasm forever. It was magical. All of the sudden, Jack swept me into his arms and still kissing me, carried me into the master bedroom. He laid me gently down on the bed and broke the kiss long enough to unbutton and remove his shirt and slacks. His body was chiseled and etched from the physical labor of the ranch and even his farmer's tan couldn't detract from his beautiful physique. I was mesmerized by the sight, almost. He gave me a dazzling smile and came down to me on the bed. I was sitting up on my elbows and he kissed me again while he fingered the straps of my dress. They eventually slid down my shoulders and exposed the swell of my breasts. I was panting with lust and Jack began to kiss lower. My chin, my neck. It was exquisite sensation and I felt as if I was drowning. When he reached the edge of the dress, he trailed his tongue under the delicate fabric near my nipple. I shivered and moaned in response. Jack flashed me another grin and gently brought the neckline down to expose my breasts. He just stared for a moment and then lowered his head. I was almost overwhelmed with emotion. He was being so gentle and kind. He was making no demands of me save that I let him love me and it brought a tear to my eye. I was truly blessed. The moisture of his tongue on my nipple brought it into a stiff peak as he moved to give the other nipple the same treatment. He kissed my breasts all over before bunching my dress around my waist and sticking his tongue in my navel. I started, tickled by the sensation. He knows I hate this and I supposed that it was his way of telling me he was still in charge, but I was too far gone to care. He brought his face back up to mine and kissed me strongly while gathering me into his arms. "I love you," he whispered against my lips. I smiled in return and he laid me back on my back against the pillow. My dress was now completely bunched at my waist exposing my pussy as well as my breasts. He zeroed in and the next thing I felt was the electric touch of his tongue on my outer lips. I knew I was already moist, and when I heard his muffled "Mmm..good," it was confirmed. Jack worked magic on my pussy and I was soon zooming towards orgasm. I tried to tell him so, but he waived me off and renewed laving his tongue directly on my sensitive clit. I exploded into an incredibly intense orgasm that left me seeing stars. He continued sucking and licking, lapping the nectar out of my cunt and poking is tongue directly into my juicy hole. When I couldn't take anymore, he leaned back up and kissed me fiercely. I could taste and smell myself on him and it was very heady. His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it and wrapping me in his arms, he plunged himself into me with one long stroke. It hurt and was heavenly at the same time and I felt branded. No other man could make me feel this way. Aunt Brini Ch. 04 His rhythm began gentle. His eyes searched mine and for the first time in a long time, I could open my eyes and gaze on the man that I love, making love to me. He was gentle and maddeningly slow. I was surprised that I was still so aroused after having just come, but there was no denying the tingle in my groin or the fact that I was moving upward with each of his thrusts, trying to make contact and pull him deeper to recreate that explosive feeling. He ground his hips into mind before beginning to thrust deep. I wrapped my legs around his waist and cried out when I felt the tip of his cock at my womb. No man had ever touched me so deeply, physically or emotionally. It was incredible. I was home. When it felt like I could hold out no longer, Jack gave a hoarse cry and buried himself as deeply as he could into my body. I came in waves and waves of pleasure and when he kissed me powerfully, I knew that Jack was feeling the same. When he shifted slightly, I burst again, startled that I could actually have a reaction like that. "I love you too," I finally responded to him when I could breathe again. "Without end," I smiled into his eyes. It felt good. ~~~The End~~~ Aunt Brooke, Caught on Film -------------------------------------------------------- Hey all! This is my first Literotica story. I've been a fan of the site for years and years. I've always dabbled in creative writing and I'm happy to finally contribute. Sadly, the story below is complete fiction. :) Let me know if you like it. If you do I'll work on posting more stories. Thanks! -------------------------------------------------------- Summer was always something of a strange experience for me in between grades, but this summer was different because it was my last. I had graduated high school finally and was two weeks into the following summer. My parents, like ALL parents, wanted me to go to college almost immediately. I told them that I had no idea what I wanted to do just yet, so in the meantime I'd just work my part-time job at Radio Shack and save my cash. They didn't like that idea but they're more interested in me being happy than wasting money changing majors in college. My parents are awesome. "Beer! Parties! Chicks!" were the main topics during the last months of high school. That part of college life I knew I was going to feel envious of, just a little, but I was never much of a party animal. I enjoyed dabbling with electronics and had a knack for fixing anything with wires - hence my job at Radio Shack. My introvertive nature didn't prevent me from enjoying time with friends, however. My best friend Sam, who has a talent for bringing in the ladies, always made sure I met plenty of females. I had a girlfriend here and there and got around to third base (received one handjob, delivered a stinky pinky, and enjoyed a bare breast cupping), but I was still virginal. Unlike most guys my age I wasn't REALLY bothered by being a virgin. I did want my first to be somewhat special but I didn't think about it too much. Sam would often boast, "Dude, I am SO getting you laid!" I would shrug. "Whatever." He'd laugh and we go back to our Call of Duty marathons. --- After work one evening I came home and my mother was on the phone facing the sink; distress in her voice. My dad, sitting up in his recliner looked over at me and shrugged mouthing, "I have NO idea." I set my bag down and reaching in the fridge for a Pibb. "Okay. Of course you can stay with us. When will you be here?" I opened the Pibb and Mom spun around, waving with an uneasy smile. "Okay Brooke, see you then. Bye." "Aunt Brooke okay?" I asked. My mom sighed loudly and closed her phone, looking at me and then my father. Her short brown hair was a slight mess and a stressful look in her blue eyes. "Dan left Brooke. She's flying here tomorrow morning." "Whaaat?" exclaimed Dad, mouth agape. I haven't seen Aunt Brooke in about ten years. My mom and her would talk relatively often, but Brooke was always traveling with her now ex-husband. They didn't have kids and pretty much took the road less traveled. "What happened?" Dad asked, standing up and walking over to mom. Both were in their mid forties. Dad was showing quite a bit of grey in his formally brownish/black hair and his moustache. Mom looked really good for her age; she could pass for late thirties. "I don't know all the details, but Dan pretty much came out of nowhere and wanted a divorce. I'm guessing some mid-life crisis bullshit." She responded, hands on her hips. Dad hugged her and kissed the top of her head. "Wow. I did NOT see that coming," Dad said. Ten years. I vaguely remember her at a family reunion. She was tall, blondish, and just... well, beautiful. I quickly formed a kiddie crush on her, but that obviously faded away as I got older and hadn't seen her since I was eight. She was also fifteen years younger than my mom. I remember my grandmother talking about her "wonderful little surprise" that was Brooke while my Mom was in high school. Brooke was thirty one. "Wait, mid-life crisis? How much older was Dan than her?" I asked. Mom responded, "Asshole is fifty-three." "Damn, that's quite a gap." I responded. "Well Ben, sometimes age is just a number between couples." Dad said, still holding mom. -- I had a four hour shift the next day. We had received a large shipment of webcams and video cables, so I spent most of my time there taking inventory and other monotonous nonsense. I pulled into the driveway from my journey home and walked into a vacant house. Well, almost vacant. "Hello?" came an unfamiliar voice. "Hello!" I responded, putting my bag down and walking into the kitchen. My Aunt Brooke was sitting at the table, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wasn't wearing any makeup and looked very tired. She stood up and walked over, looking me over. "Taller than me and everything." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. "You just might be the only man that I love anymore." I hugged back, "Great to see you." "Thanks sweetie. Great to see you. I'm a total mess, sorry you have to see me like this, especially after ten years." She said, breaking the hug and caressing her hand on my face. "You need a shave." she said, astonished. "Yeah, I grew up a bit." I responded. She giggled, and went back to sit down. I grabbed a Pibb from the fridge and sat with her. I didn't know what to say but I felt my kiddie crush kicking back in. She looked amazing, even in her non-made up state. "Oh Benny, I don't know what I did." she said, looking as if she had nothing left to cry out. I stammered. "I uhh... don't know what to say." She smiled weakly. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad to be here with loved ones." A small moment of awkward silence passed. "So," she said, grabbing my hand, "what's new with you? Chasing any ladies around?" "Heh, not really." I sighed loudly, "Just workin' my job and figuring out what I want to do." "Oh why not? You're a cutie. Ain't they beatin' down your door?" she said, softly laughing. I shook my head. "I'm not worried about it." "Oh that's not a bad thing. You're so young - plenty of time to worry later." She said, with a tone of envy in her voice. "You're young too, you know." I mumbled with a reassuring smile. "Thanks honey." she said, standing up. "This whole divorce thing though... kind of feels like a stain on my soul I won't be able to get rid of." Aunt Brooke wearing walked out of the kitchen, "I'm going to lay down and try to sleep." -- Throughout the next week Aunt Brooke slowly started to cheer up. Mom and her would be joking around in the kitchen; Dad picking on both of them. I'd hear them from upstairs and wonder if Brooke was ever actually sad. She was staying in the room next to mine and at night I'd hear her crying herself to sleep. One particular night I woke up sometime early in the A.M. I stammered awake and walked towards the bathroom. Aunt Brooke had taken over the upstairs bathroom with her girly stuff, so I had to adjust to that. I wandered into the bathroom, emptied my bladder, and started back towards my room when something caught my eye. I stopped. Aunt Brooke's door was open and she was sound asleep. The side of the bed she was sleeping on was closest to the door, and the covers were draped over her midsection. What caught my attention was the red silk nightie she was wearing; stretched from her tossing and turning. The pulled fabric had partially exposed her right nipple. I was suddenly very awake. My heart began to pound with nervous excitement and blood rushed to my almost instant erection. Her breathing would repeatedly reveal and cover more and less of her breast. I softly rushed back to my room, grabbed my smartphone, snuck back over to her room, and took a moment to angle a picture. The moonlight gave me just enough lighting to get a clear picture. I double checked to make sure the flash and sound was OFF (that would've been hard to explain), and snapped a few photos, and snuck back to my room and locked the door. I pulled up one of the photos on my phone, set it on my desk, dropped my pants, and stroked my erection away. Once I laid back down I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. That was my AUNT that I just jerked to. Not only that, but that insane lust that I felt that took over my actions freaked me out a little. -- I tried my best not to change my demeanor around my Aunt but I don't think I was very successful. I think she might have noticed, but didn't act any differently. I had a few long shifts sorting and organizing gadgets that came in at work the following week. My sneaky spying act kept running through my head on a constant loop. I wanted to see more, yet I felt terrible for wanting to see more. The lust has overpowered the guilt and my mind kept racing. I did try to sneak another peek, but she was usually completely covered up by her sheets or facing the other way while sleeping. Sometimes around the house I'd sneak a glance here and there when she'd lean over but mostly I was too afraid of getting called out. I wanted to see more but had no idea how. Then, it hit me. My store had a nice sized shipment of web cams come in, including some expensive wireless ones. Some of them were really tiny too; easy to hide. I cracked a package open and studied them on my early shift when business was slow. I thought about modding them a bit to where they could fit in a hole in a wall, or in a ceiling. I had attic access to make that happen, though the timing to test and work it out would be difficult. Aunt Brooke was home most of the time. She wasn't exactly going out and partying or anything. I then realized that I was actually plotting to mod wireless webcams to spy on my hot aunt. Once again, lust overpowered logic. -- $300 bucks with an employee discount for two wireless webcams with microphones. Not bad I guess. I realized that I had actually spent money to try and sneak some peeks at my aunt and felt mixed feeling about that. I LOVE technology. I lusted for Aunt Brooke. Bad combination. I got home and walked in on mom and Aunt Brooke talking about her starting up dating. "Maybe you just need a little rebound somethin' somethin', huh?" my mom said, not realizing I was there. "Maybe. It's been a while--" Aunt Brooke spoke, cutting herself off as I stepped into the living room. "Bad timing on my part eh?" I said, smiling. Aunt Brooke smiled wryly. Mom blushed a little. "Well you're an adult now. Sex talk shouldn't phase you, right?" Brooke said, sipping on a glass of red wine. "That may be so, but not with my son!" My mom said, raising her hand in defiance. Brooke and I laughed. They seemed a little drunk to me. "Whatcha got there?" Mom said, gesturing at my hands while attempting to change the subject. The Radio Shack bag containing my shiny new webcams. I almost forgot I had them. "Oh, these?" I said, holding the back up, "Just some nerdy electronic stuff. Gonna go geek out for a while." Aunt Brooke raised an eyebrow. I almost felt as if she knew what I was up to for a second. "Are you building a girlfriend or something up there? I thought guys your age just wanted to chase some tail around." she garishly spoke, sipping on her wine. "I said no sex talk with my son, damnit!" Mom sarcastically said, mock glaring at Brooke. "Alright, I'll leave you ladies to it... well, whatever 'it' is." I said, dramatically flinging my arms and exiting upstairs. They continued to talk about Brooke hitting the dating scene. I almost stuck around to hear more but I wanted to crack these puppies open and see what's ticking on the inside. Battery life wasn't great on these cams according so some online research I did, but I found some adapters that could power them from a wall socket. Some clever soldering will fix that up. I rummaged through my spare parts. I used plastic casing to help insulate the wires to create much more manageable version of the cams. The original casing was too bulky and would cause suspicion, even though they were small. I stepped out of my room for a moment to survey where I could plant the cameras. Mom and Brooke were still yammering away downstairs. I quietly opened the door to Brooke's room. I looked at her closet. "Maybe her closet? But the doors are shut most of the time." I thought. Bedpost? No. Dresser? Maybe. It's an older dresser with some potential for hiding. I looked up towards the ceiling fan. "There." I actually said out loud. The ceiling fan was perfect. I could drill a small hole next to the ceiling fan mount and plan the camera there. I creeped out of her room, went to the bathroom and shut the door. This one I could do faster because I didn't have to sneak around. This was the ideal spot, but where... She'd be naked in the shower, obviously. I swiped the curtain aside and looked around. "Shit." I thought. The bathroom was painted dark, and the tile went up to the shower head. There was a small light in the shower on the ceiling. "That might work," I thought, "but the steam from the shower might damage the cam. If I mounted it next to the light it would be very tough to notice. How many people look directly at lights when they're on?" Problem solving was my specialty. -- I spent the next few days tweaking the cams. The microphones were small but they worked well. I had modded them to where they were somewhat snake-like; easy to bend and contort. I needed a field test. I took one of the cams into the bathroom and set it somewhere behind some bathroom decor on the sink. I actually plugged it into a wall socket but made it seem as if the wire going into the cam appeared to have plugged into one of her curling irons. Worst that could happen is that she'd reach over and unplug it. After setting my test up I ran to my computer and pulled up the live cam footage. It was working perfectly. I smiled. Upon hitting record, I walked back to the bathroom, turned the light on and off, faux coughed a few times, and walked back to my room. The recording was clear. The frame rate of the cams wasn't terrific, but it IS a webcam after all. It was more than enough. "Okay," I said, "now to really give it a test." -- That night we had Chinese delivered. Our dinner was high spirited to keep Aunt Brooke in a positive mindset. She was definitely healing from her divorce, but I could tell she wasn't quite on her feet. "I feel so bad for being here a month already," Brooke said before gnawing on an egg roll. Dad perked up and rolled his eyes. "Would you stop it already. You can stay here for as long as you like. Having you around really breaks things up around here." I nodded in aggressive agreement. I really didn't want her to leave... especially after all this work I've been putting into my little operation. "See? Ben agrees." mom said, smiling at me. Aunt Brooke glanced down and half smiled. "Thank you. I'm so lucky to have you guys." Dinner was delicious. Time seemed to drag for me though; I wanted to test this cam out and see Brooke in all her glory. She tends to shower at night before she goes to bed, and since Mom and Dad's master bedroom is downstairs with a bathroom, I don't have to worry about accidentally recording them. Yikes. 10:04 PM switched over. Dad had excused himself for bed, and Mom was yawning. "I'm beat," mom said, stretching. "I'm going to pass out. G'night kids!" "Night mom." I said, yawning in response. "Night sis." Brooke said. Mom walked out. Silence. Brooke continued to flip through channels. Damnit. I fidgeted. My apprehension caught her eye. Sometimes she's VERY observant, especially when you don't want her to be. "Okay there kiddo?" she said. "Yup. I'm pretty tired. Think that Chinese food is inducing a food coma." I cleverly responded. "Uh huh." she spoke, almost as if she knew I was lying. Shit, I really need to watch myself around her. "Hah, well anyway I think I'm gonna turn in. Gonna stay up?" I asked, hoping for a favorable response. "Maybe. If don't find something I like on TV here." Ugh. More waiting. I figured I could go to bed, flip the software on and put headphones on and wait. That way when she walked into the bathroom I could hear her and not have those sounds travel through the speaker. "Okay, g'night Aunt Brooke. Love you." I said, stretching and standing. "G'night sweetie. Love you more." Her soft voice spoke. Soothing. I slowly walked upstairs to hide my anticipation. She's so good at reading people, so I have to act and pretend I didn't have a tremendous crush on her. -- Click. Click click. I was surfing around online, waiting for Brooke to make her grand entrance. I had the cam on, but only a small bit of residual light was showing through the door. One of my earbuds was in as I waited. My free ear was listening for any signs of her coming upstairs. Click. It was very quiet after the AC shut off. Then I heard the TV sounds stop. I perked right up. Erection already? Wow, I am pathetic. I heard some rummaging in the kitchen, and saw the light go off from underneath my door. "Game time," I whispered. The familiar soft creaks from the stairs sounded off. I heard her walk down the hall and, for a second, I thought she stopped in front of my door. It was closed (and locked; I take NO chances), and then I wondered if she could see the light from my monitor. "Damnit. Next time toss a towel or something by the door." I thought. Then I heard sounds in my headphones. I maximized the web cam. Nothing yet. She was in her room gathering some stuff for her shower. It felt like my heart was about to shatter my sternum. My level of excitement could not be measured, and my dick was straining against my pajama pants. I freed the beast. I knew I'd be stroking like a madman in a minute. Then more sounds and light from the bathroom came on. Wow, this cam feed was very clear. I watched as Brooke closed and locked the bathroom door. The sound made my ear wince. The gain in the mic was high. She set her nightie down on the toilet and looked in the mirror. She stared for a minute and sighed unhappily. What on earth could she be unsatisfied with? She's gorgeous! She started to reach and pull her shirt over her head. I hit record immediately. Her bra was plain. Flesh colored. She then reach behind and unclasped. I thought I Was about to cum. Her breasts sexily wobbled free. The colors on the cam captured her in exquisite detail. She was moving pretty fast as her pants were unzipped and dropped, then she thumbed her plain white panties down. I grasped my dick. I caught a brief glimpse of her brown pubic hair. She kept it trim, even after her divorce. Even after she hasn't had sex in a while. "Awesome." I said. She turned to face the shower, showing her magnificent ass. She slightly bent over to turn the shower on. I didn't quite catch any of her pussy lips from her bending over. She then stepped in and closed the curtain. I didn't cum yet. I waited and kept recording. The sounds of water splashing and her soft humming filled my earphones. She took her time, that's for sure. For a second there I thought I heard a moan, as if she was pleasuring herself, but it was so faint. I could be wrong. The shower suddenly shut off. My eyes widened and I was at full attention. The curtain opened and I started to stroke my unbelievably hard cock. As she toweled off I felt I was treated to a show. Her boobs playfully swayed (my guess is that she was a C cup), and her figure showing that forbidden patch of pubic hair sent me over the edge. I came very hard. I tried to hide my grunt but I couldn't hold back. It wasn't loud but it wasn't exactly quiet. I looked at the cam to see if she noticed. I wasn't sure if she did. I thought I saw a small smile on her face though as she dried off her midsection. Aunt Brooke, Caught on Film She then wrapped the towel around her hair, put on her nightie and left the bathroom, shutting off the light. I stopped the recording. Holy fuck. It works. -- That night after Brooke fell asleep I went to the bathroom and grabbed the cam. I was really motivated to mount them properly now. I watched the recording closely. I listened to see if she moaned. I think she did. I also studied the end of it. I was able to slow the footage down. You could barely hear my grunt, and I'm still uncertain if she heard me. Her smile might've been a coincidence. But why would she smile? If she suspected me at all, wouldn't she be furious? I tried to put those thought away, as they would deter me from mounting these awesome cams. Finding the time to do this was problematic. Brooke didn't have a car and she was still home almost all day. However, about six days after my successful field test, I came home to a dolled up Brooke and Mom. "Woah, aren't you two dressed to kill?" I commented, trying not to stare at Brooke. "Yes we are," responded Mom. Dad walked in wearing a sport coat. "I'm the lucky designated driver," Dad grunted. "Brooke needs a night on the town honey," responded Mom. Brooke seemed impartial to the whole idea. She seemed... distant. "How long are you three gonna be out?" I said, trying to conceal my excitement. "As late as we can drink," Mom said, making the drinking gesture with her hand. Brooke looked over at me. "What about you? Wanna come with us? I'll find you a pretty lady!" Mom immediately interjected, "Absolutely not. Those cougars out there will eat him alive." Brooke raised her eyebrow and looked at me. It was almost seductive. "Yeah, he looks really scared of something like that." Jesus. When she does that I feel that she knows what I'm up to. Dad looked at his watch, "Reservations are for three people anyway. Sorry Benny." He patted my shoulder. "We need to get going." "Okay, we're off! See you tomorrow morning!" Mom said, with a kiss on my cheek. Brooke kept looking at me in that strange fashion. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." What the hell does that mean? The three of them piled into my Dad's truck and drove off. I dashed upstairs to grab my cam equipment. I needed to be fast. I felt as if the Mission Impossible music was my soundtrack as I ran some power wires, an extension cord for my dad's drill, and crawled around the attic to plot my drilling. Getting the right drill bit size was tricky. I used a clear epoxy glue to sort of "insulate" the cams, especially the shower one. The cam in the room above the ceiling fan is really hard to spot. Perfect. The shower cam, on the other hand, needed a little more attention. I mounted it to where you wouldn't be able to see it if you looked into the shower from outside of the shower. However if the light was off and you were looking up, you'd probably be able to notice a nick in the wall where the camera was. But, after fiddling with the drywall and epoxy, I did a pretty damn good job making it look like just a nick on the wall. "I'm a genius." I said to myself, loudly and proudly. I went to my computer and launched the software. The cams were working flawlessly. I also ran an extension cable with a power strip so I could simply switch the power on to turn the cameras on. It took me five hours to finish. By that time it was about midnight and I was wiped. I sat back and sighed loudly. "I'm a pervert." I said out loud, ashamed and mortified. -- At about 2:30 AM I heard noises in the house from my room. Mom, Brooke, and Dad's voices were all quipping. Dad was trying to shush them, but Mom and Brooke were both drunk. "Oh shut up," I heard Brooke say, "He's probably wiped out from all that porn he was looking at." Mom retorted, "Shut the fuck up, Brooke!" And they both laughed. I went to my door and pressed my ear against it. Dad said, "Wish I had porn like that when I was a kid." I covered my face with my hands. I felt embarrassed, even though I wasn't in the room. "I think your kid has a thing for me too," Brooke slurred and giggled. My heart sank into my stomach. She's way to damn observant. "Well, you're a stone-cold hot piece of ass," my mom blurted, "Can't say I blame him." I heard Dad laugh. "Stone cold hot piece of ass? Cold AND hot? How does that work?" "Fuck you, I'm drunk." Mom blundered. "Now... YOU... take me to bed and nail me to the wall." I heard my Dad laugh again. "Yes ma'am." Brooke scoffed. "Well you SUCK. Guess I'll have to go fuck myself. Good NIGHT." Mom's voice trailed, "Just as long as you stay off of my son, fuck yourself all you want!" Brooke, coming up the stairs towards my closed door, retorted, "Yeah yeah yeah..." and I heard her say under her breath, "... maybe." That "maybe" sent my mind into a frenzy. I made sure my door was locked. Aunt Brooke is hot and all, but... I'm so uncertain and nervous about where that could lead... I listened as she stumbled upstairs in her high-heels. "God damnit," she murmured, pulling her heels off. As I heard her footsteps get close, she stopped in front of my door. My pulse started to really quicken. She stood there for a minute and, I think, she put her ear on the door. We were essentially ear-to-ear with a door separating us. I then heard the door handle move slightly. She attempted to turn it, but it was locked. WHAT WAS SHE DOING. I heard her sigh loudly. "Little shit, I'm onto you." she said, not knowing I was awake and right next to her. She stepped away and walked to her bedroom. I made a silent dash for my computer and flipped on the cams and software. She was looking around her room, opening and closing drawers, looking for something. "Didn't go through my crap," she said, "maybe I'm wrong." Wow, she was looking for evidence of me digging through her belongings. Am I that opaque? "Here's something you won't find even if you tried." she said, talking to herself. Well at least she thought. She reached behind her dresser and pulled out a box. Her drunken hands fumbled with the combination on the front, and with a metallic pop the box flew open. She reached in a pulled out a small purple penis shaped device. Holy fuck. She was going to get herself off. I hit record. She giggled and placed the device on the bed she was sitting on. I heard rummaging sounds as she dug through the box some more. She closed it and set it aside. I quickly dropped my boxer briefs to the ground. Day ONE of my camera installation and I was getting amazing footage. She stood up, unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. Then she flung her blouse from around her head to the ground. Now she was in bra and panties - much sexier than the shower scene from a few days ago. "I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it." she said. Hearing her talk dirty made my dick twitch. She laid on her bed and flicked on her toy. I heard a slight buzzing sound as she rubbed it up and down her body. Then she concentrated on her pussy, still with underwear on. "Mmm." The moan was almost too much. I stopped stroking. I really wanted to try and enjoy this. "Dan..." she mumbled. Dan is a moron. An idiot. How could he actually leave someone so gorgeous? She then pulled the front of her panties aside and started to rub the toy on her now exposed pussy. "Oh my god," I whispered. The cam didn't quite capture the detail of her pussy that I would've liked to see. I suddenly wished for a zoom feature. "Uhhh... fuck." Brooke groaned. Her free hand reached up and pulled the cups of her bra up, exposing her breasts. They looked so inviting and soft. She rubbed her breasts and started pushing her vibrating friend into her pussy. "Ben..." I grunted and came. Hard. -- I couldn't sleep. I watched that footage over and over. When she said my name, she became more aggressive with her vibrator, pushing and pulling it in and out of her pussy. She came, moaned very loudly, and sighed. "Fuck me." she slurred. The recording stopped as she put it away, threw on a nightie, and crept under her covers. She actually said my name during her masturbation. I didn't know what to do. What COULD I do? Confront her? "Gee Auntie Brooke, I noticed you were fucking yourself and said your nephew's name. Care to comment?" The next night I caught some wonderful footage of her in the shower, diddling her pussy. She didn't say my name that time, but it was glorious footage. I paid extra heed to how I behaved around her. Even though she fantasized about me, I wasn't about to suddenly become bold and make a move. This was my AUNT. That fact became more and more diluted as I kept recording her adventures. -- One night I was talking with Dad about Mom and Dad's twentieth anniversary. I figured that Dad hadn't planned ahead; he's very busy with work. "You know Dad, you and Mom should go on a second honeymoon or something. I'll keep an eye on things here." Dad smiled, "Not a bad idea. Besides you're probably more than capable of watching Brooke. She's still a bit unstable." Dad took my suggestion and booked a week on a cruise in the Caribbean. Mom about exploded when Dad told her. Brooke was happy for them, but I could tell she was envious. "Don't worry Aunt Brooke," I said, "We'll hang out and watch some movies or something." She looked at me like I was an idiot. "Great." she said. Her attitude was still on the bad side, and I think she might've given up on me having a crush. Thank goodness. After dropping Mom and Dad off at the airport, I went home. This was going to be weird, Brooke and I alone for a week. As I walked into the kitchen, Brooke was working on a crossword puzzle book. I walked to the fridge and pulled out ingredients for sandwiches. "Hungry?" I asked? "Very." she said. I made three very crude club sandwiches and passed one to her. She thanked me and almost took her first bite. "Ben, I need to ask you something." My mouth was full. "Mmm?" She sighed. "I hate liars. My ex-husband lied to me and left me." I looked at her, puzzled. I swallowed my food. She continued. "If I asked you something, ANYTHING, would you promise never to lie about it?" "Uhh, why? What's going on?" "Just answer me." she snapped. I haven't seen her this angry before. "Okay, I promise." I bit into my sandwich again, unable to taste it. She smiled. "Good." I suddenly felt her eyes pierce my own. She asked, "Are you a virgin?" "Uhh, what?" I said, almost choking on my second bite. "Are you a VIRGIN?" she said again, sternly. I was taken aback. Where on earth was this coming from? She continued to pierce my gaze. I stumbled a bit over my choice of words. "Well, if you must know, yes I am." I was getting irritated. "Okay." She said, and took a bite of her sandwich. The air was tense for a moment. "Next question," she declared after swallowing her third bite. I felt cornered, but what could I do? I'm stuck here fo an entire week with Aunt Brooke. "Have you been spying on me?" she asked, serious as ever. -- I felt caught. Vulnerable. Helpless. My eyes darted around the room. "You do realize that even if you don't answer, you're already telling me the answer with your reaction, right?" she said, almost proud of her pouncing. "Come clean." she said softly. Fuck. "... yes." I sheepishly replied. "Okay." she casually took another bite of her sandwich. "Are we done? Because I'd like to go leap off of a bridge now." I angrily snorted, pushing my sandwich aside. "Relax. I'm not mad." she responded, chewing her bite. "Hmmf." I grunted. "Next question." she said again. "Oh COME ON!" I spat, standing up. "Work with me kiddo. I don't think your parents would be too happy with your spying." she calmly said. I sat back down, face red with frustration. "Okay, ask away. I suppose it couldn't get any more embarrassing." She calmly asked, "How exactly have you been spying?" "Why does it matter?" "Just answer me." "Jesus Brooke, I'm really sorry alright? Can we drop it?" Brooke shook her head, "Afraid not kiddo. I'm fed up with men and their manipulation. I want to know how. Right now." I gave up. My fun little project was over. "Cameras." I said, defeated. "Cameras? Where?" she said, surprised. "One in your room and one in the shower." She looked shocked. "How... wait, where would you put them? And how did I not notice?" I quipped back, "Well I am an electronics guy, remember? I figured it out." She sat for a second and her eyes grew big. "Just how long have you been... spying with those cameras?" I felt like lying at this point. Maybe I could tell her "Only for a week!" But I didn't care anymore. "Remember when you, Mom, and Dad came home from your night out a couple weeks ago?" "Yeah?" "I installed them while you were out." The blood seemed to drain from her face. "Oh my God. You've seen me..." she was flustered, confused, and angry. She stood up, hand over her mouth, in complete shock. I felt terrible. "I'm so sorry, I'm just--" "Shut up." she spat. I sat there, hands folded, waiting to be spoken to. She's my Aunt, after all. She paced back and forth, fumbling words around for a few minutes. "Okay, okay." she said, breathing deeply and siting down. "Next question." she wryly spoke. I nodded. "Did you... record anything?" "Yes." "What do you do with them... exactly?" "Huh? What do you mean?" "You know, when you watch them? The recordings?" "Oh. Well, you know..." She laughed out loud with a mix of anger and shock. "So you're telling me that you installed cameras to watch your AUNT, your flesh and blood, take showers, get dressed, and... and..." she couldn't muster the words. "Yes." I said, completely defenseless. -- "This was far more than I was expecting." she said, face buried in her hands. "I know, and I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I love you and my stupid... I don't know, hormones, lust, whatever, just took over." I pleaded. "Enough." she said, "There's no excuse. The damage is done." "Okay." "Show me where the cameras are." she demanded. "Fair enough." We both awkwardly walked up the stairs with me going first. We stepped into her bedroom and I pointed up towards the ceiling fan. "Right there, by the ceiling fan mount." Aunt Brooke looked up. "I don't see it." "Well it's there, I concealed it very well." "Jesus." she said. We walked to the bathroom. I pointed out the notch by the light where the camera was hidden. "Wow, I wouldn't have ever seen that one either." she said, almost complimenting my work. She looked at me again, gazing through my soul. "Show me the videos." she sighed. "What? You want to see them?" "Yes." I took her into my room and pulled up a guest chair. I opened the hidden folder with all the recordings, and played one at random. She gasped. "Nice view huh?" she jokingly said. I wasn't amused. From all this torment, I decided to show her the first one where she said my name during her masturbation session. I fast forwarded to the scene, and played. "Oh, this is when I was drunk?" she said, suddenly intrigued. Then, on my speaker, we both heard very clearly with a moan of pleasure, "... Ben." She jerked her head back. "Aunt Brooke," I asked, pausing the recording and trying not to enjoy my retort "why did you say my name?" She glared at me. "I was DRUNK." "That makes a difference?" She fumbled for a second. "Look, don't get any ideas. I was drunk, horny, and almost came in here to..." she caught herself. I raised my eyebrows at her. "To WHAT, exactly?" She shook her head. "To be a stupid, drunken idiot." I closed the recording and faced her. She had a very confused and shameful expression. "Listen, this has all completely backfired on me," I said, doing my best to reassure her, "and I never, ever once intended to hurt your or take advantage of your situation. All of this was never meant to be discovered." She sighed, frustrated. Then she looked at me with more sympathy. "Well, I'll say this," she said, "the fact that you found me attractive enough to plant cameras and record them is somewhat of a confidence booster." I cocked my head. "Are you serious? You think you're ugly or something?" She flailed her arms, "Well, Dan left me for a reason, didn't he? I thought I was just ugly!" I scoffed as if she just insulted me. "Dan is a colossal idiot. I think his brain dribbled out of his skull or his wang fell off and abandoned his body." For the first time since I've seen Aunt Brooke come live with us, she let back a huge, throaty laugh that she seemingly was bottling up. It was nice to see her laugh. "Oh Benny," she said, wiping a tear from her eye, "I needed that." There was a sudden uncomfortable silence as if we were both thinking, "Now what?" I broke the ice. "Aunt Brooke," I said, "I've been completely honest with you. Can you be honest with me now?" She sighed again, but without the frustration. "Fair enough." She responded. I did my best to return her steely gaze. "Are you attracted to me?" -- "Uh," she stammered, "You're my nephew. That doesn't matter." "So... no?" I responded. "I didn't say that." "So... yes?" "I didn't say THAT either!" Brooke said, slightly frustrated. "But in your inebriated state of mind, with all your inhibitions gone, you are attracted to me." I pointed at the monitor. "I have proof." She laughed again, "Okay, yes, I am attracted to you. You're smart and you've got a charm about you." I nodded. She continued. "What does it matter anyway? You're my nephew. We can't act on it. That's wrong in so many ways." More uncomfortable silence. I broke the silence again. "You're right. It is wrong. But what are we going to do? We're both attracted to each other. We can't deny that. It's going to be looming over us now." She shook her head, "Okay, there's an elephant in the room now. You're right, but... I'm not sure I'm liking where this is going." "Hear me out," I said, suddenly feeling very nervous, "what if we... just kissed? Or something. I dunno." Man I was getting bold. I studied her reaction. She was weighing the pros and cons. She was also fidgeting her legs. "Um..." she spoke. Her eyes darted around the room. Holy shit, this might actually happen. "Are you thirsty? I'm thirsty. Would you like some wine?" she said, standing up. I don't normally enjoy the flavor of wine, but I nodded. "Sure, but you're gonna have to answer me sooner or later." "Yeah yeah yeah..." I followed her downstairs as she rummaged through the fridge and pulled out a bottle of dry red wine. Ugh, my least favorite. "This okay?" I didn't care. "Yep." She pulled a drawer open, snagged a corkscrew, and with a loud 'pop' she opened the wine and poured two glasses. "Don't tell your mom I'm giving you wine." she said. "Just as long as you don't tell my mom that I was recording you masturbating." She laughed nervously. God damn, I was getting really bold. The lust was taking over again. This time, it was more focused and felt... healthier. She downed her first glass and poured another. I sipped on mine. Blech. "Trying to get yourself drunk?" I asked, referring to our previous conversation. She stopped in the middle of her pour. "No... just loosening up." I raised an eyebrow. She realized what she said. "Uhh anyway," she said, "You wanna make out with your aunt huh?" "Kinda." She smiled, "Kinda? That's it? Just 'kinda?'" Aunt Brooke, Caught on Film She knew I really wanted to. But she liked the flirty response. "I have a problem though," she said, circling her wine in her glass, "I tend to... get aggressive if I'm enjoying the kiss." I nodded. "No problem. Look, we'll just kiss, high five, and move on with our lives. Cool?" She shook her head, "You make that sound so easy." Another uncomfortable silence. "I'll stop you if you get aggressive." I said. She looked at me as if I was completely stupid. "You really are a virgin." she smirked. My face went red. "So where do you wanna do this? Right here?" she said, taking a large gulp of wine. "Here is fine." "Okay. -- We both stood there for a moment, unable to move. I was incredibly nervous. I've made out with chicks before, but this was different. Not only was this my aunt, but it was the most stunning person I've ever known. And I loved her. Those facts made this infinitely more complicated. She looked at me, impatient. "You gonna make the move or am I?" she declared. "Uh..." was all I could respond with. A sympathetic smile drew across her face. "That's right. You're not... experienced." She placed her glass of wine on the table and walked around towards me, standing a foot away from me. We faced each other, standing. "Okay, I'm gonna spill some good info for you." she said, confidently. "Women like it when a man takes the lead. Simply put, the lady knows from his actions whether or not he's interested." She folded her arms, looking at me with a faux impatience. "Are you interested?" she sarcastically jabbed. My nerves were getting the best of me. I was about to cross a line. I didn't know if I wanted it to go further than a kiss. My heart and loins did, obviously, but the rest of me was far too hesitant. I drank her in. Her dirty blonde hair was loose and draped over her shoulders. Her simple jeans-and-t-shirt outfit had a mysterious allure. Here she was, in all her glory, waiting for me to man up. I reached out with my hands and placed them behind her head, gently placing my fingers in her hair. My thumb caressed her upper cheek. The cocky look on her face disappeared, and her eyes darted back and forth from my eyes to my mouth. "Oh my," she softly spoke. I gently placed my kiss on her lips. Soft. It was a long, tongue-free kiss. My hands remained behind her head, and she pulled me closer. I broke the kiss and opened my eyes. Hers were still closed for a second, then she opened them. "That all you got, kiddo?" she teased. I laughed and kissed her again, this time with a passionate aggression I have never felt. Our mouths opened; tongues intersected. Deep, wet, soft, hot. Delicious. Her breath was perfect. Gentle, muffled moans and loud breaths escaped both our our noses. This was, simply put, the most passionate moment I had ever felt. And it was just a kiss. Her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me closer. I reached around her petite waist and pulled her against me, against my immediate erection which I'm certain she felt. I didn't care. I wanted her to know. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart pounding along with mine. "That... was very nice." she said seductively. She then smiled and glanced downward. "I feel that." she giggled. "Sorry." I responded. "Don't be." she said. "I like it." -- "Answer me honestly," she then asked, "do you want more?" "Yes and no... " I responded, our foreheads touching. "I know what you mean," she said, licking her lips. That alone almost sent me over the edge. "This is what I was afraid of. If I enjoy the kiss, and I haven't been kissed like that in about 5 years, I'm hard pressed to stop." I showed surprising restraint. "Then let's stop. This was all we said we'd do." "No." she said, immediately. "Kiss me again." "Aunt Broo--" I tried to say, but I was cut off by her mouth touching mine. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I felt her hand reach down on my ass, pulling my hips into hers. My erection was becoming painful, smashing up against my jeans. I winced. She stopped kissing me and pulled back. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" she said, smiling confidently again. "Uh, a little. Not entirely your fault." I responded. "Your pants a little restraining?" "Honestly, yeah." She sighed and hesitated for a moment. Then she looked up at me. "Take them off." "Y... you serious?" I said, shocked. She nodded. "Yes. It's hard to enjoy this if you're in pain, you know." I hesitated. About to cross another line. Fuck it. I undid my belt, unsnapped by button, lowered the zipper, and kicked off my jeans. My erection was very obvious now, pushing the fabric upward towards the ceiling. She looked down at it, smiled, and looked back up. "I still got it, apparently." she spoke, softly. I have experienced mild sexual tension before, but the intensity of this situation about shoved my beating heart out of my chest. My erection was throbbing and leaking fluids; absorbing into the fabric of my boxer briefs. "Hmmm." she said, contemplating. "So you're a virgin," she said again, matter-of-factly, "but that doesn't mean you haven't fooled around. What have you done, exactly?" I cleared my throat. Something is going to happen here. "Uh... my girlfriend from sophomore year played with my..." "You can say it." she said, comforting me. "... dick." I finished. "Okay. And?" she continued to prod. "I've felt her up and put my finger in her, uh..." She look at me, waiting for me to say it. "Pussy." "And?" she asked. "That's it." A very wry smile escaped her face. "Wow. No blow jobs?" "No." "Did she ever actually make you cum?" "... no." "And here I thought kids just fucked like rabbits in high school." she said, laughing. "Some do. I just didn't." I responded. "Nothing wrong with that," she said. I stood there, unsure of what to do next. She looked behind her and pulled a chair out from the table, spun it around. "Sit." I obediently complied. My erection was even more obvious now. She looked at it and smiled. She then pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her black bra holding her breasts was extremely sexy. "You look like you're about to cum right now." she said. I raised my hand and smiled, "Uh... virgin." Aunt Brooke laughed. "Try not to cum." she said, and unclasped her bra, setting her gorgeous tits free. My mouth was dry and I felt overwhelmed. She was standing in front of me, making no contact, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to prematurely cum. "Good." she spoke, reassuring me. She reached next to me, grabbed her glass of wine and took another gulp. "Want any more wine?" she said. "No thanks." I responded. I wanted to be as sober as possible. "I'll drink yours then," and she downed my glass. "Now. Your hot Aunt is standing in front of you, topless, staring at your bulge. What do you do?" she said, smiling seductively. "Well, right now I'm trying not to jizz in my underpants." I responded honestly. She nodded. "Well you've been teasing yourself for weeks now with those videos. Now that the real deal is in front of you, it's quite different, isn't it?" "Uhh, yeah." I said. "A little." She grinned and looked at her boobs. "You like?" "Uh yeah." I responded, copying my previous retort. "A little." "Want to touch?" she asked. "Uhh, yeah," I said again, this time with more aggression. She completed my response. "A little?" I nervously laughed. "Relax." she said. "You're doing great. Don't cum yet." Yet...? She stepped forward and straddled, sitting on my lap facing me without making contact of any kind with my bulge. If she did, I would have lost it. "Help yourself." she said, smiling. My shaking hand slowly reached up and gently cupped her breast. Soft. Warm. Alluring. "Oh man," I said as I gently grabbed her other boob with my free hand, "these are... so nice." "Thank you kiddo." Aunt Brooke responded. She had a look of enjoyment on her face as I massaged and kneaded her unbelievably soft breasts. "Mmm," she said, making sure she didn't touch my throbbing encased erection, "I likey." A moment or two passed. She cocked her head and looked at me again. "Kiss them. Please." "Yes ma'am." I said, placing her left nipple on my lips. She moaned slightly. My mouth opened and I took her nipple and areola into my mouth. My tongue flickered against it, then slow caresses around her areola. "Ohhh..." she sighed, "good boy." I switched to her other breast and enjoyed. Her skin was so soft and velvet-like, and she continued to make affirmative noises as I explored her sensitive spots. I stopped for a moment to drink in what was happening, and she surprisingly stood up. "Stand." she demanded. I did and slightly winced as my throbbing cock brushed up against the fabric. She pointed at it and said, to my delight: "Lose the boxers and sit back down." -- "You're the boss." I said, smiling. I thumbed down my boxer briefs, carefully pulling it around my dick. I pulled them down past my ankles, tossed them near her shirt on the floor and sat back down. The sudden feeling of naked air around my balls was surprising. My shirt was still on so I was just bottomless at this point. "Mind if I get rid of the shirt too?" I asked. She nodded, eyeing my privates. I pulled my shirt and threw it aside. I was completely nude and she was still wearing her jeans. I wasn't about to ask her to take them off. She smiled. "How close are you to cumming?" she asked, genuinely concerned. "Well... if I started stroking it I-I'd probably cum in a couple of minutes." I lied. Seconds was more like it. Her eyes darted back at me. Lust. "Hands at your side please." she said. I complied. "Keep them there. Do not force anything." she added. "What do you mean?" I feigned. "Well, I'm going to suck you off." she tied her hair back and leaned downward onto her knees. Her breasts slightly swayed. She pushed my knees apart and leaned in closer. "Uhh..." I said, more nervous than I've ever been in my life, "okay..." Brooke laughed. "Tell me when you're about to cum." She looked down and then back up. "That's the nice thing to do when a lady blows you." "O-o-okay," I stammered. She sighed, looked back down, opened her mouth wide, and placed my throbbing member into her mouth. My entire body shuddered with pleasure. This sensation was far greater than any I've ever experienced. Her head slowly bobbed up and down, taking me deeply, stopping to kiss and lick the sides, making my dick throb and jerk with enjoyment. I lasted a minute or two before I felt a familiar sensation boiling up in my balls. "I'm... about to cum..." I said, moving my legs in response. Aunt Brooke muttered, "Mmmm hmmm" and started bobbing faster, sucking harder. "Jesus--- fuck!" I grunted, feeling my cum erupt from my cock. Brooke kept sucking, making the most seductive slurping noises as she milked every drop from my dick. "Ohhhh my fucking..." I said as she stopped, leaning back with her hand gently holding my satisfied member. "That was amazing," she said, wiping her mouth with her hands. "You're telling me!" I responded. "You came a lot," she said, "I almost gagged." "Sorry." "Don't be, sweetie." she said, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss my still-hard cock. She stood up and went to the sink. Her topless presence was mind blowing to me, and I watch her elegantly reach over to get a glass from the cupboard. She filled the cup with tapwater, swished it around, and spit into the sink. "Cum is very salty," she said, rinsing her mouth out. After she finished she refilled her glass of wine and took a liberal sip. Her eyes glanced at my cock again. "Still hard, huh?" "Yeah," I said, "But I feel very relieved. Thank you." "My pleasure. And yours, obviously." she jabbed. I smiled. "Well," she said, "I'd like to cum too sometime soon. Would you like to help?" "Seems only fair, Aunt Brooke." I said. She looked at me quizzically. "Strange. You calling me 'Aunt' is kind of fun. Almost naughty." "I'll keep that in mind." I responded. -- Brooke walked back around the table and planted a wet, tonguey kiss on me. The taste of wine entered my mouth again. She then reached down and undid her pants, thumbing them down along with her panties at the same time. The now nude Aunt Brook was standing in front of me. She then hopped up on the kitchen table, sitting with her legs crossed. Her delicious looking thighs covered her lady parts. "You're an excellent kisser." She said. Before I could thank her, she continued: "That trait goes very well with eating pussy. Want to try?" she said, smiling and beckoning me. "Sure." I said, happily. "Okay." She scooted back slightly on the table and spread her legs apart. The tiny bit of pubic hair I saw in the videos where I wished I had a zoom feature was finally a reality. I was standing, watching her position herself to receive oral pleasure. "I'm not hard to make cum," she said with a bit of pride behind her voice, "So you essentially just do what you did when we kissed to my pussy here and, "she pointed, "pay extra attention to this little nub here." "The clit, right?" I said, proudly. She nodded. "Yep. You know your porn, don't you?" "Yes I do." I kneeled down. Her ass and pussy were near the edge of the table, so my face and arms were in a perfect position to fully indulge her once I was on my knees. The moist musky scent permeated my nostrils. I started kissing and tonging her pussy, paying special heed to her magic button. "Uhhhh..." she moaned, "Love it..." I starting sucking and licking her pussy lips, exploring and trying different things. I didn't really know what I was doing, but her affirmative noises and her hand clenching my head convinced me that I was doing good. "Benny, don't stop..." She started grinding her cunt into my face and her breathing started to quicken. Her back arched, and from my view, her beautiful breasts jiggled and swayed as her body contorted. I felt more precum dribble down my cock. I was just as turned on as before. "Ohh... oh... oohh... FUCK! I'm cumming!" She screamed. Her voice echoed through the house and I felt her juices cover my mouth and chin. She continued to squirm for a moment, then stopped, catching her breath. "Well done, Benny." She said, stroking my hair, "Well fucking done." I leaned back, stood up (cock at full attention) and walked over to the counter to grab a paper towel. She watched me as her orgasm subsided. I wiped her juices from my face with a paper towel and tossed it. She smiled at me. "You know, you have a nice cock." She said, gazing hungrily. I looked down. It wasn't a massive, porn-star piece but I was always proud. I never measured it though. "Thanks, Aunt Brooke." I said, swinging my hips causing my erection to bob back and forth. She laughed and stood up. "Oh my legs, they are wobbly." She stretched a bit, getting her footing and balance back. "Grab your clothes and follow me," she said, picking hers up. I obeyed. -- I watched as Brooke's dainty ass swayed back and forth, juices from her pussy glistening as she walked up stairs. She stopped in front of my room and saw my computer monitor still on, screen saver dancing. "I think you should tape this." she said, smiling. "Tape what, exactly?" I responded. She shook her head with a mock disappointment. "Still a virgin, aren't you?" I rolled my eyes, walked in my room and unlocked my computer. I pulled up the cam software and started recording. "It's recording." "Okay, let's go." I stood up and followed her into her room. She tossed her clothes by her hamper and turned to face me. "Had fun so far, kiddo?" she asked, head slightly cocked to the side. "More than I've ever had." I responded. "Okay, I need more of your honesty. Promise not to lie?" She asked, staring deep into my eyes. "Promise." I said back. "Do you regret anything we've done today?" she asked. I took a moment to sort my feelings. Did I? Was I feeling guilty for spying on my Aunt? Was I feeling regret for our activities today? "No, actually. I thought I was going to when we kissed, but... I feel really good." I said, completely honestly. "Good." she said. "Now..." Another sigh came out. "I was furious with you. I wanted to smack you upside the head once I saw those cameras. I wanted to call your mother up and tell her everything, but..." She hesitated. "I'm more interested in being happy than dramatic. I just came out of the most stupid, dramatic divorce. I thought I failed at everything. Then you came along and, well..." She gestured her arm towards me. Her boobs slightly moved. "Here we are, naked and horny." I chucked. "Look kiddo, I love you as my nephew. That will never change. We shouldn't be sucking and licking and cumming all over each other, but we are. We feel that, and it doesn't feel wrong." "If it felt wrong, we wouldn't be doing this," she added, "THAT much I can promise you." I nodded in complete agreement. "I don't want our relationship to change. We can never be a couple. I love your mom and dad so much that I couldn't embarrass them like this. So you've GOT to promise me that all of THIS," she gestured again, "stays between us." "I promise." "You can't say ANYTHING to ANYONE." she glared at me, hands on her hips. "EVER. No bragging to friends." "Remember, I can't tolerate men who lie. Promise me again." she said. I took a step closer. She took one back, and held up her finger. "Promise me again!" she repeated, her eyebrows raised with intent. "I promise! I swear!" I said with conviction. She pointed up at the ceiling fan, "I've got you on tape saying that. I'm going to hold you to it." "Got it." I responded. "Good." Aunt Brooke seductively sat down on the bed, then laid down, her legs slowly parting and her eyes inviting me over. She licked her lips and cupped one of her breasts. I don't think she could've done anything more seductive than that. "Benny... fuck my brains out." -- Without any hesitation, I stepped forward and laid on top of her, my cock pressing against her stomach. I kissed her with a lust I've never felt, and her hands traced my back down to my ass, gently nuzzling my balls with her fingers. "I know your first will be quick. That's okay." She reached between us and grasped my oozing, throbbing cock. She fumbled it around, pointing it at her moist entrance. "I just want you to fuck me as hard as you can, as fast as you can." She kissed my lips again, "And when you're about to cum, pull out. I'll take care of the rest." I nodded, my heart pounding. "Ready?" She asked, smiling. "Oh god yes." I responded. "Do it." I pushed with my hips. My cock slid in with a little resistance. She responded with a quick intake of air. The warm, fleshy grip on my dick was unbelievable. "Ohhh I've missed that...." she cooed. "No more virgin jokes, okay?" I said, smiling. "Maybe." she smiled, adjusting to my presence inside her. "That all depends on you now, kiddo." "Fuck me. NOW." she demanded, "Just thrust. Nature will take over." I complied. I started with a few long thrusts, then I found my rhythm. Each thrust was harder and faster, and I started fucking as hard as I could. "Oh, ohhh, fuck, yes, fuck, me, oh, Ben, fuck, fuck, fuck," she grunted, each word following every massive thrust. "Harder" she ordered. I repositioned myself from laying on top to a stance; my feet on the floor and her still laying on the bed. I was able to grab her thighs and thrust harder. Aunt Caitlin- After the Wedding It was a pretty normal wedding. My older cousin Jack finally married his girlfriend Venus after about 5 years together, and most of our family showed up. Venus looked nice in her dress that showed off her hips and cleavage. I kept thinking to myself that Jack was a lucky guy to end up with a woman like that. The reception was really nice. It was in the dining hall of the hotel most of us were staying at. Of course, because I was single and didn't bring a date, a bunch of my cousins and aunts wanted to dance with me. It wasn't too bad, but I wished that their would have been some friends of theirs I could have danced with too. Towards the end of the night, I was sitting at the table sipping on some wine when my aunt Caitlin came and sat next to me. She was wearing a yellow and white flowery tank dress that came down to her knees, and white open-toed heels. Her light-red hair fell down to her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were barely open, so I knew she was either tired, or had a little too much to drink. "Hey Nicky, how you doin' tonight?" she asked me. I smiled at her, knowing that she was the only one that called me Nicky instead of Nick, and only when she was drunk. "I'm fine, Aunt C. Just enjoying the night." "Yeah, I saw you dancing out there. You're such a nice boy for dancing with your aunts like that, especially me. You know I have two left feet." I laughed, thinking to myself that I haven't been a boy in a long time. "It's no problem, Aunt C. You weren't too bad out there yourself." "You're just saying that because I'm your aunt." Her head swayed a little as she said this. "Aunt C, I'm a little tired, and you look like you are too. Can you walk me upstairs to my room?" I knew that if I just said she was tipsy, that would most likely cause an argument. "Yeah, that's a good idea. I've had enough dancing for one night." I stood up and held out my hand. She took it used my arm for support as we began walking. The only person who even noticed us was my mom, and I just told her I was helping Aunt C upstairs. She just nodded in understanding and went back to dancing with my father. As we took the elevator up to her floor, Caitlin leaned into me more. I could still smell her perfume, with it's floral scent. She just kept rambling on about how I was such a good nephew, unlike some of my cousins who didn't bother with her. I just kept silent and made sure she didn't fall. The elevator arrived and we stepped out and walked down the hall to her room. She reached into her purse, pulled out the card key, and opened the door. We stepped in and I gently kicked the door closed behind us. I walked Caitlin over to the bed and sat her down. She leaned back against the pillows and kicked her shoes off, causing them to fall to the carpet. I turned to get her a bottle of water from the mini fridge across the room. When I turned back around, Caitlin's dress was down to her waist, showing her strapless white lace bra which was holding up her still-ample cleavage. As I watched in stunned silence, she stood up and slid the dress off to the floor. I was shocked to see my aunt wearing a matching white lace thong. I felt a twitch in my pants at the sight before I came to my senses and walked over to her to give her the bottle of water. She sat on the bed and took a sip of the water. ""Thanks, Nicky. You've always been such a good nephew." "No problem, Aunt C." I replied. As she looked up at me, I couldn't help but notice the faint outline of her nipples through her bra. I felt another twitch in my pants. "You wanna stay for a minute and keep your auntie company?" she asked me. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw her glance directly at my crotch after she said this. "Um, sure, I can stay for a little, make sure you're okay." I sat down on the bed next to her. She took another long sip of the water and then placed her head on my shoulder. My heart started beating a little faster. "Wasn't that such a beautiful wedding?" "Yeah, Aunt Caitlin, it was real nice." "I remember how it was to be so young and in love," she said, her hand falling onto my leg. "Now I feel good if I see a guy even looking at me and my old self." "You aren't that old, Aunt C, and you still look good," I heard myself say. "There you go trying to cheer an old woman up again," she said. Her hand slid a little higher up my leg. "Um, I'm not trying to cheer you up. Just trying to be honest." "You're so sweet," she said before kissing me on my cheek. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling action happening in my pants. I wanted to jump up and leave the room, but my legs just wouldn't work. I silently prayed that my aunt wouldn't notice the bulge forming close to her hand. We sat there in silence for a few moments. "Help me up, Nicky," Caitlin said. She began to stand up and I held her arm. As she stood, her hand slid up the rest of my thigh and rubbed against my crotch. I watched in shock as Caitlin just stood there for a moment. I hoped she didn't notice anything. "And what was that?" she asked, her eyes moving down to my bulge. I sat on the bed, trying to stammer out a reply. "Was that for me?" There was so much I wanted to say at that moment, but no words escaped my mouth. Before I realized what was happening, Aunt Caitlin was on her knees in front of me, her hands on my zipper. "I guess this old woman can still attract someone," she said, her hazel eyes meeting mine. She began to unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock. "Um, Aunt C-c-c-caitlin, I don't think we should be doing this." "It's okay, babe, I've seen enough cocks in my day." "B-b-b-but," I started, but her lips wrapped around my shaft, stopping my argument right there on my tongue. My head started spinning. This is my AUNT! I've known her since I was a baby! Hell, she changed my diapers! None of that mattered, however, when I felt how good her warm mouth felt on my dick, Caitlin's tongue flicking around my head. I moaned and instinctively reached out to stroke her hair. Caitlin's head bobbed up and down, her lips working my shaft. She reached up with a hand and started stroking it, her soft hands feeling good on my dick. As I leaned back, enjoying the feeling, Caitlin slowed down her movements. Caitlin slid my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. This sent me over the edge. I let out a loud moan as I felt the pressure build up in my cock and then release. My hot semen shot out of my cock, aided by Caitlin's stroking hand. Caitlin kept her lips firmly on my dick, swallowing my entire load. I was breathing deeply and my head was spinning. Caitlin looked up at me and smiled. She casually wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger and moaned in pleasure. "That was good. I haven't done that in a while," she said, a grin on her face. I was still trying to catch my breath and couldn't respond. Caitlin then stood up in front of me. Looking directly into my eyes, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. Her full, round breasts spilled out as the bra fell to the floor. Caitlin took a step towards me and, putting my hands on her waist, I pulled her closer. I could smell her sweat and perfume on her as I buried my face in her tits. I began licking and kissing on them, filling my mouth with her nipples. I let my tongue move around them in circles, her hard nipples firm against my tongue. Caitlin pulled my face in closer to her chest. I could feel her heart racing. I slid my hands down Caitlin's waist and grabbed onto her full hips. I slowly pulled down her thong, the scent of her wet pussy filling my nose. I stared for a moment at the trim red-haired bush that was right in front of me. I stood up and pushed Caitlin onto the bed, telling her to get on her hands and knees. She did and I knelt behind her. I leaned down and used my fingers to spread her pussy lips from behind. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her pussy, moving from her inner walls to her clit. Caitlin began moaning loudly and wiggling her hips. Her pubic hair provided an contrasting texture to her smooth pussy walls. Caitlin's cunt was hot and wet, tasting slightly tangy. Her juices started coating my lips and tongue. Caitlin started moaning my name and grinding her pussy into my face. I gripped her hips and moved my tongue faster, furiously attacking her pussy. I sucked on her clit and pussy, making my aunt squeal in pleasure. I could feel her pussy clenching and getting tighter. I roughly shoved two fingers in her cunt and started fucking her hole. They slid in and out easily, her juices lubricating my fingers. Caitlin's pussy tightened around my fingers and she let out a long moan. I pulled my face back and watched her cum ooze around my fingers and drip onto her thighs and my wrist. I sat up and pulled off my shirt and then took my pants and underwear off. Caitlin looked back at me with a smile, seeing my cock hard and ready for more. I started placing the head of my rod at the opening to her pussy when she told me to stop. "I want that cock in my ass," she said, smiling. She told me to go into her bag and get the lube. I walked over and started searching in her bag. I found a plastic bag with a big pink dildo and a bottle of KY. I grabbed the bottle and went back over to the bed. I rubbed some of the lube on my hard cock, and put some on her ass hole. I grabbed my aunts hips as she spread her cheeks open. I placed the head to the hole and slowly pushed. I watched her hole expand as I slid my cock in little by little. Caitlin kept moaning and I bit my lower lip at the tightness of her ass. I slowly started fucking my aunt's ass, my hands holding on tight to her slightly pale ass cheeks. Caitlin kept talking to me, telling me hoe good my dick felt in her ass and how she liked it fucked slowly. As I fucked her, my cock slid in more and more until most of it was fitting in her ass. Caitlin clenched her ass, making it tighter. I reached up with my left hand and wrapped some of her hair around it. I gave her hair a tug, making my aunt yell. My thrusts started getting harder and more forceful. Caitlin and I started breathing in rhythm, her squeals coming every time I pushed in. "Nicky, Nicky," she moaned. "Oh, Aunt Caitlin," I responded, my pressure rising. I felt my cock getting extra hard. "I'm about to cum, Caitlin," I managed to grunt. She reached down and started stroking my balls. The feel of her fingers softly playing with my sac was the last straw. I let out a loud groan as my cum exploded out into her ass. I started trembling all over as my dick pulsed, hot loads shooting out in a rhythm. I kept my cock in her ass until it was empty. I slowly pulled my dick out of Caitlin's ass. A couple of seconds later, my cum slowly dripped out of her gaping hole. Caitlin collapsed onto the bed, sweating and panting from the exertion. I lay down next to her and she wrapped an arm around my chest. "Thanks, Nick, I needed that a lot," she said, placing a kiss on my cheek. I turned my head and kissed Caitlin's lips, the taste of alcohol and cum lingering in her mouth. We then both laid back and I dozed off, my aunt's body pressed against mine. Aunt Caitlin: The Reunion It had been about three months since my cousin's wedding. That means it has been three months since Aunt Caitlin and I spent the night together. Even though we live about five hours away from each other, we haven't been able to see each other since. That would all change this weekend. I got the phone call from my mom that this year would be my grand parents 60th wedding anniversary and that we would be having a party for them at Caitlin's house. She had a nice house out in the country and, since it was summer, we would be able to have the party outside. I looked forward to the party from the minute I got that call, and I have to admit, while making the drive out to Caitlin's, I got hard a few times remembering that night we had. I'm glad I was alone in my car. Caitlin lived in a farmhouse out in the country. It was an old house, but she apparently had recently had it redone, so it didn't look like it was falling down. As a matter of fact, it was a really nice, 2-story brick house with a sloped black roof and a long porch across the entire front of the house. I could even see a barn about two hundred yards behind the house. In the space between the main house and the barn, a large white party tent had been erected and I could see people sitting on chairs underneath it. I got out my car and could hear the music from the party and people talking. I walked back there and greeted my family, making sure to stop and give my grand parents the gift I had gotten them. It was a really warm day, but the tent provided plenty of shade and there were lots of drinks for us. I was there for a few minutes when I saw Aunt Caitlin coming out the back door of her house. She was wearing a light green sundress that showed off some of her cleavage, but was still quite tasteful for the occasion. The color of the dress complemented her red hair, which was now in a bob cut that came down to her chin. On her feet she wore a pair of dress sandals that matched the green of her dress. I felt a flutter in my chest when she walked down those stairs. I didn't think I would be this nervous. Caitlin stopped to talk to a couple of people and then happened to look my way. I saw a twinkle in her eyes as she started walking towards me. I noticed the sway of her hips, the sensual back-and-forth rhythm that they moved with. Caitlin came up to me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I could smell the hint of a citrus perfume on her neck. I hugged her back and felt our groins pressing against each other. My cock twitched in my pants, and I kinda hoped that Caitlin felt it. She kissed me on my cheek and smiled. "How've you been, Nick? I haven't seen you since the wedding," she said, a smirk on her face. I noticed that she didn't call me Nicky this time. "I've been good, just busy at work." "Well, you should come out and visit your aunt from time to time." I glanced down to peek at her cleavage before looking back into her eyes. "Maybe I should," I responded. I watched Caitlin walk away for a few moments before going to find some of my cousins to talk to. The afternoon went well, with plenty of food, drinks and dancing to fill the time. Even my grandparents danced together for a couple of songs. At one point Aunt Caitlin walked over to where I was sitting with my cousins and playfully pulled me out of my chair. "You know I have to get in a dance with my favorite nephew," she said with a giggle. I stood up and followed her to where people were dancing. The song that was playing was a faster one, and Caitlin and I started dancing together. I was enjoying watching her tits bounce lightly in her dress as she moved to the music. At one point, Caitlin turned around to face away from me and backed up into me, her ass pressing against my crotch. I put my hands on her waist as she moved, grinding against me. We were working up a bit of a sweat while we danced. The next song that played was slower. Caitlin turned to face me and came in close. She raised her arms to put her hands on my shoulders and I put my hands on her waist. We moved slowly together, our groins barely inches away from each other. My heart was pounding in my chest and my mouth was starting to feel a little dry. "You know, Nick, I still think about what happened at Jack's wedding," she whispered. "I do too, Caitlin." "Sometimes I lay in bed and play with my pussy thinking about you." I felt myself beginning to blush a little. "Well, I get hard thinking about you too. In fact, I got hard a few times on the drive down here." "Really?" she asked as she pulled herself in closer to me. "Yeah, really," I somehow managed to say. "I'm so happy to hear that," she said with a wink. We danced the rest of the song and, when it was over, I moved to go sit down. Before I could move, she held my hand and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear. "Go inside in a couple of minutes and meet me in the master bedroom. It's at the end of the hall upstairs." Before she left, she reached down and quickly grabbed my butt. I looked around to see if anyone noticed, but luckily no one did. I went and sat down with some family members. The next couple of minutes that passed seemed much longer. I looked at my watch constantly, and my leg was bouncing up and down nervously. When I thought enough time had passed, I got up and walked to the house. I went through the backdoor into the kitchen. There were people sitting in the living room drinking and laughing. A couple of people glanced up at me, but no one really paid me any mind as I walked up the stairs. I turned at the top of the stairs and made my way down the hall to Caitlin's bedroom. I knocked on the door. "Come on in Nick," I heard Aunt Caitlin say. "How'd you know it was me?" I asked as I entered the room and closed the door behind me. Caitlin pointed to one of the windows. "I watched you walk up to the house and come inside. Also, no one else knew I was in here." I looked out the window she pointed at. This side of the house faced the sunset, giving a nice view of the sun beginning to go down over the distant mountains. I could see my family having a good time at the party outside. I looked around the bedroom. Against one wall was a wooden queen size canopy bed. There was a thick post at each corner, and a white lace curtain was draped around the bed. On the opposite side of the room from the bed was a big dresser with a large oval mirror on top of it. Because her bedroom was at the end of the house, she had windows on both the west and south walls, which meant there was still plenty of sunlight coming through. Underneath the window she had watched me from was a small end table. The walls were covered in a cream-colored wallpaper. There were a couple of paintings hung around the room. One of them was a portrait of a woman laying on her back topless on a brown couch. I looked closer and saw that it was Caitlin. She looked about twenty years younger in the picture. Her red hair was longer and draped seductively over her breasts, but parted where her nipples were so that they peeked through. Her legs were situated so that you could see the hint of her red pubic hair between her thighs. Caitlin came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Yeah, it's sexy." "An old boyfriend of mine painted it. I had a lot of fun posing for that picture." "I bet he had fun painting it," I said with a chuckle. "I made it worth the time," she said. She then slid her hands down my stomach and into my pants. She grabbed my cock, which was starting to get hard. "I had much more fun with you, though," she said in a seductive whisper. I turned around and kissed Caitlin. She moaned into my mouth as our lips met and our tongues entwined. "My pussy misses the feeling of your tongue, Nick," Caitlin whispered to me. That was all I needed to hear. Before she could say anything else, I lifted her off her feet and sat her on the end table. I got down on my knees in front of her and lifted the bottom of her dress. I saw that, underneath the dress, she was wearing a pair of matching green boyshorts. Caitlin shimmied in place as I began sliding her underwear off her ass and down her thighs. She started trembling a little as I pulled them down slowly, teasing her. I made sure my hands rubbed against her calves and ankles as the boyshorts came off. My lips retraced the path, kissing a trail up her legs. Caitlin's trimmed bush waited for me, her lips and pubes glistening from her juices. I looked up at Aunt Caitlin and winked. "It looks like someone has been waiting for me." "I've been feeling like a teenager again, thinking about you all day," Caitlin responded. "I can't remember the last time I agonized so much over what to wear." "Your choice was great," I said, rubbing my hands up and down her sides. I gripped Caitlin's thighs and dove in, burying my tongue in her wet snatch. My head started swimming, the taste of my aunt's pussy bringing me back to that first night we spent together. I extended my tongue and licked up and down, letting the full length of my tongue rub against her clit. Caitlin started breathing heavier. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing from the pleasure. Aunt Caitlin gripped the back of my neck and pulled my face in tighter. My licking became more and more energetic, urged on by my aunt's moans. I felt the heels of her feet on my back and her thighs squeezed tighter against the sides of my head. Her nails dug into the back of my neck and she let out a shuddering moan as she climaxed. Her cum squirted into my mouth and I happily swallowed the warm, tangy liquid. I stood up after Caitlin released me from the grip of her thighs. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, her tongue moving all around my mouth. I reached down and slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. While we still kissed, I cupped her firm tits, feeling her hard nipples in my hands. Caitlin reached down and began fumbling with my belt. As she was about to pull my pants down, there was a knock at the door. We both stopped suddenly. With my hands still on her tits, I could feel Caitlin's heart racing as fast as mine at the though of us potentially getting caught in this position. "One second," Caitlin called out to whomever was on the other side. I quickly stepped back and let Caitlin stand up. She pulled the straps of her dress back up on her shoulders and I put my belt back in place. While I was looking down, I saw her boyshorts still on the floor. I knelt down and picked them up. In a panic, I did the first thing I could think of- stuffed them in my pocket. "Come in," Caitlin said. I was surprised to see my mother open the door. "There, you are, Caitlin," my mother said, coming into the room. She closed the door behind her. "I've been looking all over for you." "I've just been here with your son. We've been discussing the toast he's gonna give his grandparents a little later," Caitlin said. Surprise registered on my mother's face. I hoped to God she didn't notice the same expression on mine. "Oh, well that's very nice," mom smiled. "Anyways, I came to tell you we're ready to serve the food." "Okay. I'll be right down." Aunt Caitlin turned to me. "Nicky, you wouldn't mind helping your favorite aunt, would you?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes. At that moment I felt like I would pass out. "Of course not, Aunt Caitlin. It's no problem." "Tori, you raised such a sweet young man," Caitlin said, putting her arm around me. My mom just smiled again and left the room. "You have no idea how sweet," I heard Caitlin mutter as the door closed again. She lowered her hand and squeezed my ass. "Tonight," Caitlin said to me, "some of our family plan on staying over and leaving tomorrow. I hope you'll be one of them." I turned to Caitlin and kissed her deeply. "I will if that means I get to spend a little more time with you." "Good. Meet me in the barn around 2 a.m." Caitlin squeezed my butt again before leaving the room. I was about to follow behind her when I felt the pressure of her panties in my pocket. I pulled them out and tossed them on the bed before heading downstairs. Later that night, after the party had ended and most of the family had left, I was sitting at the kitchen table with a couple of people from my family. I kept looking at my watch to see the time, hoping that they wouldn't notice. When the time hit 1:55 a.m., I told them I wanted to get some fresh air and left through the back door. I passed by the tent. There were still a couple of people sitting under there, and both of them were sleeping with their heads on the table. It was still warm enough that they wouldn't be uncomfortable sleeping in the night air. I walked over to the barn, opened the back door, and stepped in. One side of the barn was lined with stalls, which stood empty. A carpet of hay lay on top of the dirt floor of the barn. Over the main front door of the barn, about twenty feet off the ground, was a loft space. A short wooden safety wall ran along the edge of the loft to prevent people from accidentally falling to the ground. A ladder led up to the loft, placed where there was a brief gap in the safety wall. I walked further into the barn, whispering Caitlin's name. There was no response, but then I heard the back door open. I turned around and saw Aunt Caitlin coming into the barn. She had changed her clothes. Instead of the green sundress from earlier, she was now wearing a pair of black satin button-down pajamas and flip-flops. I could immediately tell that she wasn't wearing a bra; her hard nipples were pressed against the fabric of her pajamas. She walked to me and we both smiled. Without saying a word, I pulled Caitlin into me and kissed her deeply. She had showered, and her skin smelled like lavender. "You still taste a little like me," she said, grinning. I subconsciously wiped at my mouth. I reached down and started to undo the top button of her pajamas when she put her hand on mine. "Hold on, let's go up into the loft." She pulled me over to the front of the barn, and I followed her up the ladder. When we reached the top, I helped her pull up the ladder and lay it down against the wall of the barn. I looked around the loft and saw a sleeping bag laying on top of a blanket. "You planned this out, huh?" I said to my aunt. "Yeah, I did," she responded, blushing. "And I'm glad you agreed to stay and meet me out here. I would have been very disappointed otherwise." I stroked her hair before kissing her again. We made our way over to the sleeping bag and knelt down on it. Caitlin practically ripped my shirt and undershirt off. She pushed me down onto my back and roughly pulled down my pants. She smiled when she saw the tent my hard cock made in my boxers. Aunt Caitlin pulled down my boxers, with me lifting my hips to help her. She then pulled off her pajama pants, and I was happy to see she wasn't wearing any panties under them. Cupping her ass, I guided her down onto my hard cock. My aunt inhaled and held her breath as my shaft plunged into her. She let out the breath as she lowered herself down onto me. I unbuttoned her top and pulled it off, exposing her tits to the cool air. I held her tits, feeling the weight of them in my hands. Caitlin started working her hips, riding up and down my cock. Wanting to somehow get closer to her, I sat up and pulled Caitlin to me in a tight embrace. She took a moment to shift her weight and wrap her legs around me. Her tits were pressed against my chest. I pulled her head back and kissed on her neck, causing her to gasp. Her warm body felt so good against me. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Aunt Caitlin's fingers dug into my back, her grip feeling both painful and sensual at the same time. My dick tensed and I groaned. I ejaculated, my hot semen shooting deep into my aunt's pussy. She didn't move, instead deciding to stay with her legs wrapped around me. We continued kissing as our cum began dripping out of her pussy onto my lap. I'm not sure how much time passed while we kissed, but we were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the main barn doors opening below us. I heard footsteps shuffling into the barn. Caitlin and I tried to move quickly but silently, peeling our bodies off each other and sliding into the sleeping bag. By this time, we could hear voices whispering below us. While laying flat, I peered down through a gap in between two of the wooden planks of the safety wall. I was surprised to see my parents walking into the middle of the barn space, holding hands. "We seem to be alone in here," my father said to my mom. "Let's go into one of the stalls, Joe," my mother said, tugging at my dad's arm. As I watched, the two of them walked into one of the stalls and started kissing, not even bothering to close the door behind them. I looked at Caitlin with a shocked expression on my face. "What are we gonna do?" I mouthed more than said. My aunt only responded with a shrug. I turned back to watch my parents. My father, who had been wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, was leaning back against the side wall of the barn, his pants around his ankles. My mom was on her knees in front of him. I could see her head bobbing and her dark brunette hair swaying from the motions. I didn't even realize the reaction my body was having from watching my mom suck my dad's cock until I felt Caitlin touching my hardening cock. I looked at her and blushed, but she just smiled back at me. My father's moans began filling the barn. I turned back to see him stroking my mom's hair. Suddenly, she stood up and lifted her arms in the air. My father pulled the oversized t-shirt she was wearing over her head, and I found out my mom was wearing nothing else. For the first time I could remember, I saw my mother's naked body. She had a round ass similar to Caitlin's, but a little wider. Her hips, thighs, and midsection were also a little fuller than my aunt's. As my mother turned to the back of the stall, I could see her tits. The nipples were the same dark pink as her sister's, and rounder, but Caitlin's were firmer. While I watched, my mother bent over in front of my father and reached between her legs with one of her hands. Dad positioned himself behind her and slid his hard dick into Mom's pussy. I had never heard my mother moan in sexual pleasure until that moment. My father grabbed my mom's hips and started fucking her from behind. I could hear the both of them moaning and grunting. I turned to Caitlin and whispered in her ear. The two of us moved slowly, positioning within the sleeping bag so that Caitlin was on her side, facing out to the middle of the barn, and I was behind her. The both of us could see my parents fucking in the stall. My aunt lifted her leg slightly and helped guide my hard dick into her pussy again. Our cum lubed the way for me, making it easier for me to slide into her cunt. Caitlin started moving her hips and ass. My dick moved in and out of her pussy. I reached around and grabbed Caitlin's tits, giving them a squeeze. Below us, Dad gave my mother's ass a firm slap, the sound echoing off the walls of the barn. I heard my mother talking dirty to my father, never imagining that words like that could ever come out of her mouth. Caitlin let out a low moan, making my heart skip a beat. I took my finger and placed it in her mouth. She nibbled on it, sending chills down my spine. Her grinding became more purposed, making my dick slide out almost all the way before being plunged back in. Below us, my parents were fucking harder and faster, Mom's ass jiggling from the motion. With a loud grunt, my father plunged his dick in deep one last time, and I could tell he was cumming inside my mother. This sent both Caitlin and I over the edge. I felt her pussy contract and grip my dick. My balls tightened as I shot again deep in her hole. My aunt pressed her ass against my groin and held it there, our breathing ragged and shallow. Aunt Caitlin: The Reunion I looked down to see my parents getting dressed and wiping the hay off their clothes. After a couple of minutes, they left the barn through the main doors. Caitlin and I stayed up in the loft, my chest pressed against her back and my arms wrapped around her. We waited for a while to make sure my parents didn't return before we got dressed ourselves and left the barn. We made our way back to the house together, talking and trying to act like nothing happened. Luckily, my parents weren't anywhere to be seen, and most everybody else was sleeping. I walked Caitlin up to her bedroom and gave a quick glance down the hallway to make sure we were alone before giving her a kiss goodnight. I walked back down to the kitchen, a satisfied grin on my face. Aunt Camilla Takes My Virginity Our talk during our walk got me hot and bothered. I couldn't believe it when she told me she had an interest in me beyond me just being her favorite nephew. She wanted to fuck me. Of course she put it more eloquently than that, but essentially, that's what she wanted. Now being twenty-two and still a virgin, I don't have a problem with that. When we get into the house Aunt Camilla grabs me by the hand and drags me into the bathroom. She pulls me in close to her and kisses me sensually. When she lets go I pull back slightly and reach out and move the hair from the back of her neck. I then untie the strings at her neck and around her waist that hold the dress on her. Aunt Camilla turns toward me and slips out of the dress, revealing her lithe body. She wears nothing but a pair of soft white panties. Her perky small breasts hold my attention as I stare at her wonderfully, large nipples. They are fully erect and proudly pointing at me. Aunt Camilla smiles, "Are you going to get undress or just stare at me?" "I could stare at you for a very long time," I answer. Aunt Camilla reaches her hands to the hem of my shirt and lifts it up and over my head. She unbuttons and unzips my shorts. I just stand here, letting her undress me. I notice the way her breasts become more prominent when her hands come together to undo my shorts. I am absolutely amazed to have this gorgeous woman wanting me. As she undoes my shorts, the feeling of her hands pressing against my hard cock is amazing. She leaves my boxers on and steps back from me and pulls off her panties, letting them fall to the floor. She steps into the shower leaving me alone feeling a bit nervous. I just stand looking at the shower curtain when she pokes her head out, looking at me. "Come on, Austin," she says smiling. "The water feels great." "Coming," I say, but not moving. "Austin, why are you still standing there?" she asks. "I just..." "I understand if you are uncomfortable with this." "It's not that," I say feeling stupid. "I've never..." "Never what?" "I'm still a virgin Aunt Camilla," I say dropping my head. She giggles, "You are so cute. Are you worried you won't know what to do?" My face flushes red and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. "I've watched plenty of porn, but I'm afraid you won't like it." "Oh, I'll like it no matter what. Besides, this kind of thing just comes naturally. You'll see," she says steeping out of the shower, soaking wet. I take a step toward her and she reaches up behind my head and pulls me toward her. She gives me a very wet and sensual kiss. As she does, I feel one of her hands reach toward my boxers and gently hook inside. "Let me help you with these," she says. She reaches with both hands into the sides of my boxers and pulls them down, stroking her hands down the sides of my hips and thighs as she goes. The she takes my hands and leads me into the cool water of the shower, closing the curtain after I step in. Aunt Camilla stands in the stream of water. The water hits the back of her neck and is running over her shoulders and down her back. I look down and see the water streaming around her large, erect nipples and feel my body respond to the sight. Aunt Camilla closes her eyes and bends her head back, letting the water soak her long hair. She then trades me places so I can get wet as well. The cool water does nothing to reduce my arousal. She grabs a bottle of shampoo and hands it to me. "Will you wash my hair?" I nod and take the bottle from her and put a bunch into my hand. I reach forward and begin lathering it into her hair. Aunt Camilla steps forward into me and put her arms around me and her head against my chest. She grabs a bar of soap and begins washing my back and I notice my cock is pressed firmly between us. As I continue to massage the shampoo into her hair, she works the soap all over my back and then surprises me as her hands drift lower and she starts lathering soap all over my ass. I start to relax as she begins rubbing soap all over my body. I start doing to same to her, running my hand all over her smooth body. Every touch makes my skin tingle with excitement. I let my hands fall to my sides as she squats down in front of me and slowly rubs the soap around my thighs and down each leg then back up my inner thigh. When she gets back to the top of my legs I take a quick breath as I feel her hands envelop my balls. She rubs soap all around them before reaching even further underneath and between my legs. One hand holds my balls while the other slithers back up the crack of my ass and in between my cheeks. "What are you doing?" I ask a bit shocked that her hands are in my ass. "Doesn't it feel good?" she asks. "Well, ah..." "Admit it Austin, it feels good, doesn't it?" she asks as she starts stroking back and forth over my ass with her hand while the other massages my balls. "Yes," is all I can muster. My head is spinning. It feels so good. In fact I am afraid I am going to cum, but she slowly moves her hands back up, rinsing them again in the water. She stands up and gathers more lather and rubs the soap into my chest and stomach. Her hands slip down and she spends a moment massaging it into my cock. I take a deep breath and she stops almost as quickly as she started. She puts her arms around me and gives me a lusty kiss. "Now you finish washing me," she says. "I've got plans for you." Okay," I mumble. She grabs my hand and places it over her breast and then pulls my hand down and buries it into her pussy. She moves my hand up and down a bit in her pussy as I turn my palm to feel her full lips. I smile and go about washing her entire body. I soap up her arms and back then I run my hands back and forth slowly across her breasts, cupping them in my hands and lightly playing with her nipples. When we are both fully soaped, we rinse off under the water then step out. I grab both towels and hand her one. "That was fun," I say. "I'd like to do that again." "We've hardly even started," she says smiling. I smile back. We dry off and Aunt Camilla leads me into her room. Her room smells like flowery perfume. Her bed is large with a light streaming through the windows onto it. She has me sit on the bed and then she herself sits next to me. She takes my head in her hand and pulls me close to kiss her. I let myself go and kiss her back, sliding our tongues back and forth, licking each other's lips. Finally Aunt Camilla takes my tongue in her mouth and sucks on it for a few seconds. It feels wonderful. She breaks away and has me lie back onto the bed. She climbs further onto the bed and sits up on her knees then drops the towel from around her body, exposing her smooth skin and tight body. She leans over me, letting her long, wet hair fall over my chest and face as she strokes my chest and kisses my lips again. I close my eyes as I feel her warm, wet saliva on my lips. She then moves down to my chin and neck. Electric shocks fly up my spine as she licks and sucks down my neck and chest. She sucks and bites my nipples on the way down. I reach a hand up and stroke her hair and her back as she continues on her way down. Finally she reaches the edge of the towel still wrapped around my waist. She pulls it off and I lift my ass slightly to her get the towel out from under me. Her smooth ass faces me as she place moist kisses down my stomach and down above my cock. I reach out a hand and feel the smooth curve of her hips and ass, allowing myself to brush my fingers down along her thighs then back up again. "Mmmm," she moans as I feel her begin kissing all around my inner thighs. She takes my balls into her mouth, completely, one at a time. I feel her breath on my balls and a rush of pleasure fills me. She continues licking down my balls and back up before finally moving to the base of my cock, turning her body so she can look at me as she wraps her tongue around my shaft and slowly moves her mouth up to the tip. She smiles as she takes my cockhead into her mouth and massages her tongue back and forth over my cockhead. I involuntarily push my hips up to get myself deeper into her mouth. She thrusts her mouth all the way down to the base of my cock, swirling her tongue around and I feel a moist finger slide down below my balls and firmly over my asshole. I groan as I completely lose control and begin cumming with my cock buried all the way to the back of Aunt Camilla's mouth. She backs off slightly and strokes my cock up and down while holding my cockhead in her mouth until the throbbing has subsided. She slips her mouth off my cock, swallowing all my cum down with a single gulp. She smiles as a bit of cum dribbles down the side of her mouth. She leans in to kiss me and at first I am hesitant, but I push it away and kiss her back. She falls by my side and I lean over and take a breast in my hand then put my mouth to hers. I kiss her then move down her neck and finally to her chest. I lick and suck her nipple, feeling my cock harden again. I move my hands lower, tracing the contours of my aunt's stomach and down to her pussy. I gently stroke her pussy lips feeling the wetness on my fingers. She reaches down and guides my hand, rubbing my fingers firmly up and down the length between her lips and then guides a finger lower and inside. Warmth and wetness wraps my finger. I lean down and kiss her stomach, moving my mouth down further and let my tongue slide over the outside of her lips. When my tongue touches her lips, I hear her catch her breath and then moan slightly. I let my finger move up and down between her lips just below my tongue and continue just running them both back and forth. Her hips rise up slightly from the bed and I feel one of her hands on my head, gently guiding me. "Use your tongue on my clit," she says. I do as I am instructed, moving my tongue to the top of her pussy. It takes a few seconds for me to figure out what she wants, but I finally find her clit and run my tongue all around it. Aunt Camilla's hand presses my head slightly harder into her pussy. Suddenly, she moves up and guides me back onto my back and straddles her legs over me, shoving her ass toward my face. I quickly go back to licking her lips and making circles with my tongue around her clit, while my hands strokes her ass. What makes it better is that I feel her lips on my cock again, slowly moving up and down while her hands work their magic on my balls. She drops her mouth all the way to the base of my cock again. I wrap my hands around her hips and ass and spread my mouth over her, licking every bit of her with my tongue. Aunt Camilla increases her rhythm up and down on my cock as she starts pressing her hips more firmly into me, moving herself back and forth while I stroke her with my tongue. She starts moaning and I know she is about to have an orgasm, but then she stops and gets up. Aunt Camilla turns around and straddles me and then takes my hard cock in her hand and guides it into her pussy. Slowly, she drops herself onto me. I can barely contain the pleasure. She leans forward and starts moving forward and back, sending waves of pleasure through my body. She kisses me forcefully, jamming her tongue into my mouth and pressing her lips to mine. She keeps moving back and forth, over and over and I can feel the pressure building up in me again. She starts pumping her hips up and down, faster and faster. I grab her hips and help her as she thrusts herself onto me, her mouth still planted on mine. I thrust her hips down onto me and I grunt into her mouth, losing it again. I can feel my cum spurting out and into her. A moment later as I am still cumming, she tightens her pussy muscles and moans into my mouth before breaking the kiss and moaning loudly as she continues thrusting herself back and forth onto my throbbing cock. She falls onto my chest and all at once it is over. I am still inside her and Aunt Camilla is kissing my neck as she lay onto top of me. My hands stroke her ass and the small of her back. We lay together for some time before she rolls off and says to me, "How about we do this more often?" I smile at her in spite myself. Has my aunt just become my lover?