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My Auntie

By: hardnose



Paul had spent the afternoon trying to keep his eyes off his Aunt's legs. It had not proved easy for the 18 year old virgin, with her short skirt showing off her fine thighs covered in tan coloured nylon. And he was almost sure that she knew he had been looking.

The first time she had caught his eye he had looked away blushing slightly. The second time he tried not to panic, and held her impassive gaze for a second, before she raised one eyebrow and crossed her legs. Was she giving him a signal or was it his imagination? Her face gave nothing further away.

And now his parents had left for an evening and his aunt was going to be with him for an hour before she met a friend on this side of town. As she sat on the sofa and reached down to her handbag on the floor, he sneaked another glimpse. He admired the form of her legs and wondered if she was wearing stockings or tights.

He was engrossed in this luscious daydream as she fumbled in her bag, and did not react quickly enough as she suddenly sat up and looked him straight in the eye.

"Are you looking at my legs again, Paul?" she asked firmly.

He mumbled "No, Auntie", and she gave a wry smile and raised her eyebrow again. 

She patted the sofa, and said "It's OK, come and sit here."

Nervously Paul sat down next to her. She took hold of his hand and put it on her knee and asked him if it felt nice. He tried to remain calm as he choked out a "Yes, Auntie", as he ran his hand over exposed legs, feeling the wonderful texture of nylon on his hands. Her next words shocked and excited him.

"Would you like to feel under my skirt, Paul?"

Of course he did, and she told him to kneel, gesticulating at the floor in front of her. As he assumed his position, she opened her legs slightly. He ran his hand ever so slowly up her left thigh, moving from the top to the inside as he went higher, until he came to bare flesh bulging out of what he now knew to be a stocking. 

His hand, now literally shaking with excitement, moved back to the top of her thigh and felt the suspender holding the nylon in place. He felt he was in heaven as his slipped his second hand under her skirt and started to feel all over her legs, getting braver in his indulgence by the second running both hands quickly over her limbs, just avoiding what thought he dare not touch between them.

As his breathing quickened his aunt said "Stop! Stand up."

Paul was disappointed but immediately did what he was told, hoping that she would not notice his erection throbbing in his trousers, how inexperienced he was! She pulled his hands, which he had tried as casually as possible to position in front of his groin, to his sides and reached for his trouser button and zipper.

As she undid them, she said seductively "Now lets see what we have here", and then pulled his pants down exposing his member.

Paul felt out of control, that it was not quite right, but sort of powerless to stop her, she was his aunt and much older than him, and besides which he wanted this to continue. She stroked him gently, pulled backed his foreskin and teasingly ran a fingertip over his glans. Then she licked both her hands and started to stroke him in earnest.

The sensation was extremely intense and within a couple of minutes he could feel his orgasm approaching. His eyes screwed up and his head writhed from side to side as his semen shot from him, all over his aunt's blouse and skirt. He knew immediately what had happened but it took a few seconds to sink in.

He was wondering how to apologise as his aunt said, "I am disappointed. Look at my clothes. You are a naughty boy. You are going to have to learn some control if you want me to do it again. You would like me to do it again wouldn't you, Paul?"

"Oh yes please Auntie."

"Well I will do it again, but I will have to punish you first seeing as you have been bad. Not hard, just a gentle spanking over the knees you have been staring at all afternoon. I think that is a small price to pay for messing my clothes and so much pleasure, don't you?"

"I suppose so."

She gently guided him down onto her and proceeded to spank him. It barely hurt, just enough to warm him up and sting a bit and then she let him go and told to pull his pants and trousers up.

He thought it was all over but then she opened the top three buttons on her blouse and asked him if he would like to feel a little more of her. She told him he could feel the skin on her breasts, much of which was on display as her bra was very low cut. She beckoned to sit next to her again leant back on the sofa as if to invite him onto her.

He needed no second invitation and his hands were immediately stroking the soft flesh. He couldn't resist and slipped a hand inside her bra to feel her nipple. She slapped his hand hard and sat up looking angry.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", he blurted as he snatched his hand away, frightened that he was in trouble and even more worried that his fun was over. 

Her reply came in a controlled but harsh tone.

"If you are going to enjoy my body, you must do as I say and *only* as I say. Nothing more nothing less. Do you understand?"

"Yes Auntie." 

"And if you want to continue, you will need to be punished again. Only this time much harder, as that was *very* naughty. And we both know you want to continue. Don't we Paul?"

"Yes Auntie."

"Now strip right off and get over my knees. Quickly!"

Partly out of natural deference and partly out of anticipation of what lay beyond his punishment, Paul quickly took his clothes off, a feeling of unease returning to him as he did so. Once over his aunt's lap the spanking began, this time much harder as promised. 

It stopped short of causing him serious pain, but his cheeks were very red and throbbing by the end. Once the spanking was over, she indicated to him, still naked, to sit next to her once more and told him he could once again feel her breasts. Willingly he did so, this time sticking to the rules.

When she was satisfied that he being totally compliant, she told him that he could reach inside her bra. It was with great eagerness he did so, feeling her nipples and massaging her whole breasts. After a minute or so she undid the clasp at the front of her bra and let him see exactly what he had been feeling, and then guided his mouth to a nipple. He suckled eagerly, and then with youthful enthusiasm sucked a nipple through his teeth.

She barked "Too hard!" and pulled his head away by his hair.

"You have a lot to learn. I will punish you for that later", she said, doing up her bra and blouse.

"Sorry Auntie."

"But first, some more pleasure for you. Back over my knees."

Puzzled, Paul did as he was told. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a tube of body lotion. She squirted plenty onto his still red backside and started rhythmically rubbing it in. He purred with satisfaction. Soon his whole bottom was covered with the soothing liquid and for the first time he relaxed totally under her caress.

"Tell me Paul...", her voice purred... 

"Yes?" 

"You do play with yourself don't you?"

"Yes"

Her hand continued circling on his cheeks.

"How often?"

"Two or three times a day normally."

"Normally... and on a heavy day?"

"Maybe ten."

"Hmmm that many. You clearly need lots of attention."

Her hand stopped its circling and slid up and down between his cheeks, before a finger rested on his anus.

"And do you play with this?". Her voice remained inviting.

He hesitated and said, "No", but his tone gave himself away.

Her finger penetrated him, the lotion enabling it to slide easily though his anus.

"Really? A randy boy like you? With no girlfriend... not exploring his body... I find that hard to believe..."

As she talked her finger slid slowly in and out of him. "You do don't you?"

"Sometimes."

"You really are a dirty boy. I am going to have to punish you much more I can see."

Her finger continued probing him. She knew he was loving it and that he was putty in her hands.

"But I did promise to pleasure you again. So stand up Paul."

She left her finger in him as he stood to her side. She took his penis in her other hand and started wanking him off once more. As she did so, she made sure her skirt rode up and that he got a good view of her legs. She thrust her groin forward suggestively, enough for him to see her white panties.

"Are you going to be ready for your punishment in a minute Paul?"

He panted out a "Yes Auntie" not daring to disappoint her in case she stopped, and not really thinking about the consequences of his answer as he felt the intense sensations gripping his body.

"Good boy." With a few more strokes she made him cum, this time over her legs and hand.

"You've done it again, Paul. This time you must lick me clean. First my legs..."

Without a word he bent and licked the wet nylon clean as best as he could, taking the chance look at her pussy bulging in her panties. All the time she kept her finger inside his ass.

"Now my hand..."

When he was done with that, she withdrew her finger from him.

"And finally..." She held her dirty finger up.

"Please Auntie," he whined.

She slapped him hard on his backside and sharply said, "No buts! Lick it!" 

Reluctantly he complied. "That's better. And now for your punishment.Back over my knees."

He climbed over once more, not too worried as he had withstood the previous spanking easily, and immediately started enjoying the view of nylon cover calves and thighs. He even ventured to fondle her ankles, a fact she ignored as she reached into her handbag once more, this time to retrieve a wooden hairbrush.

"This punishment is going to be much harder than the last, as you really were naughty hurting my poor little nipple, and as you are such a dirty little boy."

While the words were harsh, her voice was once again comforting, almost seductive in tone.

"You know you deserve this. And if you take it well, you can come to my flat tomorrow for some more of my special treatment. All you have to do is stay in place with your hands on the floor until I have stopped. Do you think you can do that, Paul?" 

"Yes Auntie."

"Good boy. Its OK if you cry whilst its happening, that would be quite normal."

For the first time Paul stomach sunk and then knotted with fear. He really wanted more of Auntie's pleasures but he was now quite frightened.

"Ready, Paul?" 

"I think so." And then it started.

Steadily, rhythmically she pounded his cheeks until they were firstly bright red and then started to show little blood blisters. She turned her attention to his thighs and then back to his bottom. He started to weep gently and then she started to hit him much harder. He was soon crying a flood.

"No more, no more", he gasped between sobs.

"No more please" she corrected and carried on hitting.

"No more please" he mimicked. 

"No more please Auntie" she intoned.

"No more please Auntie" he begged.

"Very well, Paul." She gave a couple more smacks then stopped.

"You have done well." She gave him a few moments to compose himself and then said 

"Stand up and face me."

She took hold of his limp penis and said, "I will give it plenty of attention tomorrow. You will enjoy yourself much more tommorow if you can keep your hands off it when I am gone. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes Auntie." 

"You have enjoyed today?"

"Oh very much, thank you, really thank you."

"Then you may show your gratitude by kneeling kissing my toes and legs. *All* the way up my legs."

He knelt and eagerly went to work on her toes and the sides of her calves and then up the tops of her thighs. Then she opened her legs and he worked his way up from her knees to the very tops of her thighs, relishing every moment. He could smell her fragrance clearly through her panties.

"Enough. Stand up."Once again he was erect before her.

She smiled and looking at his member said, "Now remember, keep your hands off it. And be round at my place at 2:00pm tomorrow, sharp."

She stood up, washed her hands, took her bag and left without another words being said. A disorientated but excited Paul dressed knowing that the last hour had changed his life, perhaps forever.

My Auntie, Claire:



A Story of Discovery


It is difficult for me to say, with any degree of certainty or accuracy, exactly when I might have first begun to consciously perceive that my Auntie Claire was anything more than just the generic entity I had always known as my Mother’s sister. Certainly, my earliest perceptions and recollections of her were distinctly platonic and familial. We were never especially close, she and my Uncle Charles lived several hundred miles away and, in my formative years, our families visited only once or twice a year. In my youth, I knew her essentially as a very amiable and personable woman who always remembered me fondly with a thoughtful gift on my birthdays and at Christmas. Whenever I thought of her, in those years, it was always with the same reserved warmth and affection that I had for any and all of my other Aunties and Uncles.

It was shortly after my Father’s untimely passing and the coincidental, but unrelated, death of my Uncle Charles that Auntie Claire came to live with my Mother and me and the three of us became kind of a second family.

At first glance, it was often difficult for anyone to discern that Auntie Claire and my Mother were related at all, let alone sisters. They were quite a study in contrasts. While my Mother, in her early thirties at that time, was petite and slight of build with blue eyes and blond hair, her sister, Claire, six years her senior, was several inches taller with a generously full figure, auburn hair and hazel eyes. My Mother, a proud housekeeper and homemaker, was almost always dressed comfortably casual in jeans or sweatpants with a tee-shirt or pullover sweater, while Claire, a professional woman with her own real estate business, always radiated a distinctly feminine demeanor by favoring dresses or skirts.

As I began to mature and reach the age of adolescence, I am sure that it was unquestionably because of my Auntie’s penchant for dressing so distinctly feminine that I, quite naturally, began to take notice of, recognize and appreciate her very appealing, physically feminine presence in the household.

In retrospect, I think I had always been aware, however innocently, of my Auntie’s legs. Even as a very young boy, I was able to recognize and appreciate the fact that she was blessed with very shapely and attractive legs. Perhaps the point could somehow be made that, because of my Mother’s disinclination for dresses and skirts, my Auntie’s exposed legs were, for me, somehow more appealing simply by being something new and different to my experience. I suppose there might even be some truth to that. But, regardless of how or why, suffice it to say that I had always, on one level or another, been aware of, and admired, the inherent beauty of Auntie Claire’s legs. It is hardly surprising, therefore, that, as I began to mature and reach puberty, my naïve and innocent admiration would, quite naturally, begin to transform into a different kind of admiration, as well as feelings that were decidedly less than platonic.

I can vividly recall one profoundly poignant incident that rather dramatically exemplified my blossoming sexual awareness. On a typically quiet Sunday afternoon, I was reclined, in my favorite position, on the floor in front of the television while my Mother and Auntie bustled about the kitchen preparing dinner and chatting amiably. From my position, I was able to see into the dining room where Auntie was setting the table. I watched her as she moved from the cupboards to the table, her high-heeled shoes clicking softly on the tile flooring. She wore a skirt I had never seen her wear before. It was navy, matching her shoes, and fully pleated, flaring to just above her knees. As she walked, her skirt seemed to spring and sway in a provocatively appealing manner. As she would turn quickly on her heel, her skirt would lightly swish in such a way so as to occasionally reveal a glimpse of her legs that was well above the hem of her skirt.

I stared in complete fascination. While I had always been cognizant of, and admired the shape and symmetry of my Auntie’s legs, I had never seen her legs looking quite as lovely as they did at that moment. It was almost as though I was seeing her for the first time. The late afternoon sunlight glinted alluringly from her hosiery and seemed to accentuate and highlight ever curve and swell of her shapely calves to the soft turn of her ankle. To my complete mortification and embarrassment, I received an almost instant erection, which tented the front of my jeans obscenely, and I was forced to quickly turn away before she might notice.

Even if that particular incident was not my very first perception of physical, sexual attraction expressed specifically for my Auntie, it was certainly, at the very least, the most profound. It was, essentially, the very first occasion, I can recall, when my innocent admiration had manifested itself in a form of sexual desire.

That night, in the privacy of my bedroom, I surrendered to the impulse I had felt earlier and I masturbated while fantasizing about my Auntie’s legs. It was, I believe, the very first time I ever directly focused a sexual fantasy upon or toward any one specific person and, doing so, seemed to inspire me to an intensity of pleasure I had never reached previously.

I had, by fortuitous accident, discovered the pleasures of masturbation several years earlier while climbing the support pole of a swing set on the school playground during recess. And, while I liked the sensation very much, I seemed to know instinctively that it was not something I needed to do in front of my classmates. I quickly learned to translate the playground experience to the privacy of my bedroom and, through experimentation and touching I became rather adept at pleasing myself that way. From that first accidental incident, I masturbated over the next several years on a semi-regular basis, but had only, most recently, begun to associate the act, and the pleasure derived from it, with sexual connotations. My primitive female fantasies, to that point, had been primarily generic in nature, relating, more often than not, to the intangible, imaginary women that posed for the catalogue lingerie photos.

By inadvertently employing my Auntie’s legs and, by association, my Auntie, as a focal point of my sexual fantasy lent a new and special element of reality and personalization to the fantasy that I discovered to be tremendously appealing.

Because my fantasy of her had so pleasurably enhanced the experience for me, it is in no way surprising that I would come to repeat the performance many times over and, in doing so over a period of time, would inadvertently allow my Auntie to become the primary focus of all my sexual fantasies. Over the next several weeks and months, it became increasingly more difficult for me to perceive my Auntie with that same kind of childlike innocence and naiveté as I had before. She was no longer just my Auntie, an entity I had taken for granted for so many years. As my fantasies of her continued to expand and escalate, she soon became, in my adolescent eyes, an extremely attractive and desirable woman.

I began to watch for and create other situations and encounters with which I might fuel my growing infatuation for her. Feigning an offhand casual attitude, I began to watch her covertly, paying specific, physical attention to her as a woman. It seemed as if everything she did exuded a sensuality I had never noticed before; the soft whisper of her hosiery as she walked; the way some of her skirts and dresses clung to her and emphasized the swell of her hips and the plushly rounded curve of her buttocks; and her matronly voluptuous bosom which, as she moved, always seemed to sway and bounce in a most delightful way. It seemed almost inconceivable that she and I could have lived together, under the same roof, for so long without my ever noticing her exceptional loveliness.

Every day, when she arrived home from work, Auntie would always relax on the sofa with a glass of wine and read the evening newspaper. I would sit cross-legged on the floor, directly in front of her, and pretend to do my homework at the coffee table. With her face hidden by the newspaper, I took great advantage of my position to steal long revealing looks beneath her skirt and watch in astonished wonderment as she would, so gracefully, cross and uncross her legs. Most often she wore sleek, shiny pantyhose, but occasionally she would wear stockings. It was always especially sensual for me to be able to catch a glimpse of her milky white thigh above the tops of her stockings.

I began to look for any opportunity at all to take advantage of a situation where I might look up her skirt or dress, or catch a glimpse of her cleavage whenever she bent over. Each new and revealing indiscretion seemed to excite and provoke me to increasingly greater heights of arousal. My frequency of masturbation increased dramatically. From once or twice a week, it rapidly became a daily experience for me and, quite often, even more than once a day. And, almost invariably, I employed visions of my Auntie as the quintessential focus of my fantasies.

As the frequency of masturbation increased, so did my desire and need to experiment and enhance the experience. I took every opportunity, when I was alone in the house, to sneak into my Auntie’s bedroom and investigate the contents of her lingerie drawers. I loved the sensory feel of her sleek underthings against my skin and quickly learned, through experimentation, what an exceptionally wonderful experience it could be to employ her lingerie to physically magnify and enhance my fantasies.

I loved to wear her lacy, nylon things. Not as a transvestite, imagining myself as a woman, but more so to physically experience exactly how my Auntie’s body might feel if I was to touch her. I loved the way my legs felt so sleek and sensuous in her pantyhose, or the way the cool, sheer fabric of her nightgowns caressed my body as I moved about.

On many, many occasions, I would remove a variety of her lingerie items from the laundry hamper and secret them, for a day or two, in my bedroom. I purloined a great many of her bras, panties, hosiery and nightgowns and, after everyone had retired for the night, would wear them to bed to intensify the physical aspects of my fantasies. In this way, I managed never to soil any of my Auntie’s clean lingerie with my semen and would return all of the items to the hamper, for washing, well before any of them could be missed.

And, for any of you readers who are more curious than I was at that time, most of my Auntie’s bras were sized 40DD, a designation and distinction that meant nothing to me then but would, several years later, become a source of understanding and tremendous respect and appreciation.

My Mother, may God rest her soul, was taken from us quite suddenly. She died of cancer about a year and a half after my Auntie came to live with us. She went very quickly and painlessly soon after her diagnosis and, thankfully, passed away in her sleep one night with no suffering or discomfort. In her last Will and testament, she left the house and all her worldly possessions to me, with Auntie Claire as my guardian until I reached legal age. Also in her Will, my mother expressed a fervent desire that Auntie Claire and I continue live together and carry on as a family and look after one another.

Out of love and respect for my Mother, whom I knew would have been deeply hurt had she ever learned of or suspected the physical infatuation I had developed for her sister, I did my level best to keep any and all of my libidinous feelings for her suppressed. And, for several months, I was reasonably successful in those honorable efforts. I say reasonably because, although I persevered greatly and, indeed, managed to greatly diminish the frequency to only once or twice a month, I could not completely stop myself from masturbating. And, in those exquisitely crucial moments just before orgasm, it was almost impossible to keep images of Auntie Claire out of my thoughts. But, as they say, time has a way of healing all wounds and, as my grief abated over the next many months, I could not help but feel my resolve slipping away as well. With only my Auntie and myself alone together in the house, it became increasingly more and more difficult to keep those old, prurient fantasies of her suppressed, and, it was with great difficulty that I managed to maintain any measure of self-control.

One afternoon, about a year after my Mother’s passing, I experienced a surprising revelation that would forever be the undoing of all my good and honorable intentions. Alone in the house while Auntie shopped for groceries, I was going about my weekly chore of vacuuming and dusting. Opening Auntie’s bedroom door, I proceeded inside with the vacuum cleaner to attend to her carpet, which was strewn with bits of thread and snippets of material. Auntie had always been very accomplished with her sewing machine and, indeed, made many of her clothes, so it was not unusual to find her carpet in such disarray.

In the middle of the room, on a metal stand, stood a dress form mannequin to which Auntie had pinned her latest effort, a cream-colored cotton dress. I was just about to move the mannequin out of the way to vacuum beneath it when it suddenly struck me, like a jolt of electricity, that this mannequin’s torso was, undoubtedly, the exact size and proportions as my Auntie’s body. I literally gasped as a plethora of licentious thoughts began to chip away at my moral resolve. With my interest so urgently piqued, I examined the mannequin closer. Headless and without arms, it was composed of a heavy rubberized substance and covered with a cotton material. Seeing that there appeared to be no way to adjust the size, it was apparent that my Auntie must have had it custom made specifically for her.

"Oh, my God!" I whispered almost reverently, stopping the howl of the vacuum cleaner. My mind reeled with the sudden implications of my discovery. I knew I should try to keep those thoughts out of my mind, but the lure of Auntie’s mannequin was just too overwhelmingly powerful. I stepped up to it and slipped my arms about the waist. My erection was immediate and could not be denied.

"Oh, God…Auntie." I sighed, feeling the soft swell of the mannequin’s bosom against my chest as I pressed my hips into the mannequin and tightened my embrace about its waistline. I came in mere seconds, my orgasm sweeping over me in a tremendous rush of emotion that could not be denied. Astonished by the speed and intensity of my orgasm, I ran from her room to quickly attend to my soiled briefs. Almost more astonishing to me was how quickly all my carefully kept and honorable thoughts and intentions had seemingly just evaporated into nothingness at that moment when I realized the poignant significance of the mannequin’s proportions.

I finished the rest of the house cleaning quickly and attempted, however feebly, to put the incident behind me and pretend it never happened. But, it was not to be. I seemingly could not help myself. Indeed, over the next several weeks, I employed that mannequin again and again. On several occasions, I went so far as to take it to my bedroom, where I would lay naked with it and masturbate. I quickly found myself, once again, plundering the laundry hamper for Auntie’s lingerie, only this time, I used her underthings to dress the mannequin. I was especially fond of her nightgowns, which felt so sensually exquisite against me as I thrust my hips against it and ejaculated. I lay with the mannequin in a variety of positions while masturbating, most often though, I would take my pleasure simulating the sex act in the traditional missionary position. Very often, if and when I had the luxury of solitude and the time to spend, I would expand my sexual interlude with the mannequin for more than only one orgasm.

And, to my complete and utter misfortune, that is precisely how I was discovered one afternoon when my Auntie arrived home unexpectedly. Thinking myself safely within the time restraints of my endeavors, I was indulging myself with the mannequin long after my first orgasm. I was completely naked and was striving vigorously to reach my second orgasm. As I was so totally self-absorbed with my need and my strenuous exertions, it is little wonder that I did not hear Auntie’s key in the front door. With my body covered in a sheen of perspiration from the energy of my exertions and the bedsprings, creaking their loud rhythmic accompaniment, I had just begun to feel myself reaching the brink of orgasm. So lost was I in my need for release that I simply could not believe or comprehend the reality of my bedroom door suddenly opening. I looked up in horror and total disbelief to see Auntie Claire filling the open doorway, staring at me in wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock. As if jolted with a bolt of lightening, I sprang backward, away from the open doorway, just as my first ejaculation erupted from the tip of my penis and jetted high into the air between us. I cried out in anguished mortification and covered my erection with both my hands.

In speechless incredulity, Auntie’s eyes looked into mine and then down to her mannequin, where an obscenely large semen stain permeated the nightgown, and then back up into my eyes. I gaped at her in silent mortification and shame, feeling the warmth of my semen as, incredibly, it continued to pulse relentlessly into the palms of my hands. Auntie continued to stare at me for what seemed to be a poignantly long moment, but was in reality only a second or two, her eyes still wide with surprise. Then, she blinked and shook her head and then quickly averted her eyes.

"I’m…I’m so sorry." She stammered, keeping her face averted as she backed rapidly out of my room and pulled the door closed behind her.

I lay on my bed stunned and humiliated, almost to the point of nausea, my mind racing, trying desperately to think of something I might be able to say or do to explain away such an impossible predicament. Minutes passed and my mind raced with a plethora of flimsy excuses and explanations. But, there was absolutely no way on earth that the incident could be misinterpreted or painted in a different light. She had seen me naked, on top of her mannequin. She had, not only, seen the vulgarly apparent evidence of my previous masturbation permeating the front of her nightgown so obscenely, but had actually even witnessed my ejaculation as I had tried to roll away. Just the thought of such an unthinkable circumstance sent my heart racing and made me shiver with renewed mortification. Try, as I might, there seem to be no way, I could think of, to bring about an easy resolution to such an impossible situation. It was a little while later when my Auntie, bless her heart, came to my rescue.

While I lay in abject embarrassment, she returned to my door and knocked softly. "Honey…may I come in?" She called softly.

"No." I said apprehensively, pulling the blankets up tightly to my chin and wishing I had someplace to hide the mannequin and the stained evidence on her nightgown, which still lay beside me on the bed.

"I…I think we need to talk about what just happened." She said softly. "All right." She said a moment later when I failed to reply. "I understand if you don’t want to talk to me right now…and I don’t blame you."

She spoke softly and calmly, from the other side of the door, for quite some time. She seemed to understand and even empathize with my embarrassment and reticence to talk to her. To my complete surprise, she apologized profusely for intruding on my privacy. I am not sure exactly what kind of reaction I expected to receive from her, but contrition was completely unanticipated. She said she hoped I would be able to forgive her for her indiscretion and promised, over and over, that she would, thereafter, have the utmost respect for my privacy. She went on to say how the whole incident was completely her fault and how terrible she felt for causing me so much embarrassment. She spoke softly, and at quite some length, about the act of masturbation and how it was a completely normal human expression of sexuality and nothing to ever be embarrassed about.




My Auntie, Claire:



As she spoke, her voice very soft and soothing and full of understanding, I began to feel the humiliation and stress lift from my shoulders and a warm calmness begin to suffuse my body. She went on to say how she understood completely about my use of her mannequin and her nightgown to enhance the experience for me, and that I need not concern myself unnecessarily about those aspects of the incident. She even went so far as to say that it would even be perfectly all right with her if I kept her things for as long as I wished.

I listened to all she had to say in complete silence, unable to find the words to express my gratitude to her for her kindness, sympathy and understanding. I smiled and felt the tears of grateful appreciation behind my eyelids.

Finally, she apologized one final time and told me she was going to go to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner, and that she very much hoped that I would be able to forgive her and to put the whole incident out of my mind.

I listened to her walk away and then quickly dressed. I then hurriedly replaced her mannequin into her closet and her nightgown into the clothes hamper. I entered the kitchen cautiously and, without a word to her, began helping her chop up some vegetables for dinner. She smiled amiably and chatted casually about her day as if nothing had ever happened between us. By the time dinner was ready and we sat down to eat, I was even managing to feel comfortable again.

After dinner, I helped her clear the table and wiped the dishes, as she washed them, and put them away. When she finished, she turned to me, wiping her hands on a tea towel. "Are you and I…okay?" She smiled tentatively, looking down at me over the rim of her glasses.

I looked up at her and nodded. "Yeah." I said contritely, "We’re okay."

She smiled warmly and put her arms about my shoulders. "I’m so glad." She whispered. "I would hate for anything like this to come between us."

"Me too." I said, slipping my arms about her waist. We embraced for several moments and I was tremendously aware of the warmth and feel of her body. I felt a distinct pull between my legs and was glad she released me before an erection could manifest itself.

She made no further mention of the incident. Indeed, I am sure she must have noticed how I had replaced her mannequin and her nightgown, but she never said a word.

Looking back on the whole incident now, I am certain that Auntie had to have been much more perplexed and concerned than her cool and calm outward expression evidenced. She had to have been tremendously curious about the circumstances surrounding everything she had so inadvertently witnessed. And, surely it must have given her quite some pause to ponder and reflect upon exactly what significance, if any, might be attributed to the fact that I had been simulating the act of sexual intercourse with a mannequin replica of her body that was dressed in one of her nightgowns. Despite her professed understanding of adolescent sexual experimentation, she must certainly have wondered how my actions might relate to her specifically. I know now that she began to devise a rather devious plan of her own in order to discover exactly what my feelings toward her might be.

It was less than a week later when, while she and I were sitting together on the sofa and watching television after dinner, she turned to me and said that she had a favor to ask of me. I, of course, assented readily.

She explained that she had not been sleeping well of late and had, that very morning seen a doctor to have her condition looked into. She went on to relate how the doctor wanted to put her on some kind of sleeping medication, for a period of time, in an attempt to allow her normal sleeping pattern to reassert itself. The medication, she explained, was extremely powerful and could possibly have some very undesirable side effects. Because of the danger of side effects, she related, she was to experimentally take one of the pills, as a precaution, before she would be given the full prescription for a longer period of time.

"So…what do you need me to do?" I asked.

She smiled indulgently and explained that, the trial dosage of the medication would render her almost completely unconscious for well over an hour and that her doctor recommended that she not be alone in the house while under the effects of the medication.

"Unconscious?" I gasped, looking at her with concern.

She nodded soberly. "I’m afraid so. And that’s why I need you to help me with it. You don’t really have to do anything other than just be here with me in case of some emergency. Will you do that for me?"

I nodded and told her I would, of course do whatever she needed me to do.

She smiled. "Thank you, honey…I knew I could count on you."

She said that, since she was rather apprehensive about taking the medication in the first place, she felt that she might feel a little more secure if she were to do so in my presence.

"If it’s all right with you, I thought I might just lay back here on the sofa and read my book while it takes effect." She said. "And…if you have a movie or something to watch for the next hour or two…you might sort of keep an eye on me."

It would be perfectly all right, I said, and not a problem in the slightest.

"Well, okay then." She smiled as she uncapped the bottle and put one of the pills in the palm of her hand. "Here goes nothing." She popped the pill into her mouth and washed it down with the last of her dinner glass of wine.

She turned her body and lay back with her head against a cushion, lifting her legs onto the sofa and arranging her skirt. She picked up her book, thumbed to where she had left off and began to read.

There was a movie on television that I did, indeed, want to watch that night and several minutes later, I got up to change the channel on the television. While flipping the channel selector, I heard a soft "thunk" from behind me. I turned to see that she had apparently slipped into her drug-induced sleep and that her book had slipped through her fingers and onto the floor.

I picked up her book and lay it beside her on the end table. She lay slumped into the corner of the sofa, with her head turned to one side and her arms at her sides. I gently took hold of her glasses and slipped them from the bridge of her nose, folded them and put them beside the book.

"Auntie?" I called softly, touching her lightly on her shoulder. "Auntie." I called a little louder, shaking her gently. I got no response at all. I turned her head and braced her neck with one of the sofa cushions. Despite the fact that I moved her head a fair amount, she still made no conscious response or gave any outward sign that she was at all cognizant of anything.

I swallowed, looking down at her, my mind suddenly flooded with a myriad of sensual possibilities. "My god." I thought to myself, "She’s completely out. I could almost do anything I wanted to her and she would never even know it."

I stood beside the sofa, looking down at her. She wore a white blouse and a navy colored skirt with matching navy shoes. I couldn’t help but notice how her skirt had risen well above her knees and the way her sleek hose glistened in the lamplight.

I knelt before her, reaching across her prostrate body and placing my hand on her shoulder. "Auntie." I called to her, shaking her firmly with my hand. When I still got no response of any kind, I let my hand slide gently across her chest. I shivered as my hand moved over the mounds of her breasts and my penis became painfully erect in the tight confines of my jeans. I let my hand move over her breasts, caressing her tenderly, astonished by the sensually, soft heaviness of her flesh. Her breasts felt so wonderfully big, filling my hand completely as I cupped them and squeezed gently.

With trembling fingers, I delicately opened the top button of her blouse…and then the next…and the next. I unbuttoned her blouse all the way to where it disappeared into the waistband of her skirt and then, ever so gently, I pulled her blouse open and exposed her bra.

It was a soft almond color, with cups so elegantly sheer that I could clearly discern the dark flesh of her nipples through the fabric. I reached out and touched her breasts once more, letting my fingertips play gently over her nipples. I watched in fascination as her nipples became erect and dimpled the sheer fabric. Impulsively I bent forward and kissed the nipple closest to me. My erection cried out for release, and I was in such pain, I quickly undid the front of my jeans to relieve the pressure.

I raised up and placed my hand on her knee, shivering at the erotic sensation of her body’s warmth through the sleek sheer hosiery. I caressed her leg tenderly, thrilling to the sheer feel of her hosiery against my hand. I lifted the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her to her waist. I literally gasped in surprise to see that she wore no panties beneath her pantyhose, her dark thatch of pubic hair was clearly visible behind a narrow, darkened panel that ran from her waistband down between her legs. Almost holding my breath in anticipation, I reached out and lightly laid my hand on the smooth bulge of her pubic mound. My erection ached painfully in the tight confines of my briefs.

I bent my head and lay my cheek against her thigh, feeling her warmth and the sensual feel of her sleek nylon. I was almost delirious with arousal, my penis literally aching with need. I lifted my head and swallowed. I took a quick look over my shoulder to make sure the living room curtains were closed and then pushed my jeans and my briefs down over my hips. My penis sprang free and a thrill of illicit pleasure swept over me to be so vulnerably exposed before her. I grasped my erection and pressed the tip of my penis down against her thigh, shivering deliriously at the delightfully provocative sensation of my penis against her pantyhose. I wondered how it might feel to actually lay on top of her. Would it even be possible? I shook her body once more, almost violently, to ascertain that she was still in deep unconsciousness. Then, I stood up.

I quickly stepped out of my jeans and then my briefs. Then, totally nude from the waist down, I gently straddled her, placing one knee on each side of her legs. I arched my back and pressed my hips forward, pressing my erection lightly between her thighs.

I shivered delightedly at the exquisitely sensual feel of her sleek nylon against me. I looked down to see my penis cradled between her fleshy thighs and, very slowly, allowed more and more of my weight to come to bear on her body.

I sighed aloud as I relaxed and allowed my entire weight to settle on top of her. She felt so sensuously warm beneath me, her body so wonderfully pliant and softly yielding. The reality of my Auntie’s body was absolutely nothing even remotely similar to the dress form. I pressed my hips gently down onto her, feeling my penis slip, with an almost breathtaking sensuality, between her sleek, smooth thighs. I buried my face in the nape of her neck, smelling the warm clean smell of her and the soft scent of her perfume. I was almost totally intoxicated from the overwhelming sensuality of our physical intimacy. I slid my hands over her shoulders and held her firmly, pressing my hips into her with a slow sensuous rhythm. Almost before I realized what was happening, I found myself on the veritable brink of orgasm. I froze, daring not to move lest the swelling feeling overwhelm me. I held myself completely still until the urgency passed and I could relax once more.

I looked up into her face, and was surprised to see that a rather high flush had suffused her cheeks. For a moment, I was afraid she might, somehow, be aware of the physical liberties I was taking. I watched her face for some moments and saw nothing at all to indicate that she was not completely unconscious and I relaxed onto her once more.

I lay motionless, taking a hand from her shoulder; I slid it down over breast. I bent my head and kissed her warm flesh of her breast where it disappeared into the cup of her bra. Impulsively, I slipped my hand beneath her blouse to her shoulder and gently slipped her bra strap off of her shoulder. Then, I very gently pulled the cup down and exposed her nipple.

"Oh, god!" I sighed reverently as I touched her breast, so exquisitely soft, her flesh the color of milk. I caressed her small dark nipple ever so gently between my thumb and forefinger; the flesh of her dark pink areolae was wrinkled tightly and grown small around her erection. I bent my head and kissed her nipple, letting my lips play gently over her. I took her nipple gently between lips and tasted her with the tip of my tongue. I opened my mouth wide and circled her nipple with the tip of my tongue before closing my mouth over her. I suckled at her nipple ever so gently, lost in a delirium of sensuality and I began moving my hips rhythmically against her once more. I slid my body up higher and moaned aloud as I felt the tip of my penis come into contact with the soft mound between her legs.

At that moment, my suppressed orgasm returned, with even greater intensity, and I was once again on the veritable brink of losing control. Again I froze, thinking momentarily that by doing so I might once again stem the onrush of my senses. But, even as I caught my breath and ceased all movement, I felt myself slipping away into the oblivion of my need. The extremely acute sensuality of my Auntie’s soft pubic mound against the tip of my penis was excruciating and could not be denied one moment longer. My penis pulsed and my first ejaculation erupted from me. A wave of orgasmic pleasure swept through my body and I could no longer hold back my unbearable need. I surrendered to that overpowering need and I moved my hips to the rhythm that could not be denied. I came…deliriously…passionately, moaning softly into her nipple with each ejaculation as I suckled her breast tenderly.

As soon as my orgasm began to abate and I returned to my senses, I was immediately overcome by the enormity of what I had just done. My god…my mind reeled…I came. I came right on her. It was one thing to touch her and tease myself, but I could not believe I could have been so inconceivably asinine. It was almost unthinkable. I sprang up in a panic, wringing my hands anxiously. "Oh, shit…Oh, shit…Oh, shit." I whispered to myself over and over.

I ran to the kitchen and frantically grabbed a handful of Kleenex. Racing back to the sofa, I knelt beside her. The bulk of my semen lay pooled in the "Y" cleft between her thighs and her pubic mound. I pressed the handful of Kleenex down between her legs and quickly sopped the majority of semen from her. Then, with a fresh handful of Kleenex, I attempted to dry the area between her legs as best I could. I pressed the Kleenex down, between her thighs, to catch any semen that may have managed to seep down between her legs. As I quickly removed almost every evidence of my indiscretion with more ease and facility than I had expected, I sat back with a sigh of relief.

I quickly put her clothing back into order, taking special care to get her bra cup into place and then buttoning her blouse. When I had finished, I stood and, looking down at her, was pleased and relieved to see that everything looked very much as it did before I had done anything to her. As a precaution, I felt up beneath her skirt to reassure myself that any residual traces of my semen had dried and thrilled to the feel of her sleek warm legs. For a moment, I even toyed with the idea of doing it all over again, but sanity prevailed and I put her skirt back into place.

I quickly pulled on my briefs and my pants and sat down on the sofa beside her. I did my best to pay attention to the television, but my mind was still racing wildly with the almost unthinkable events that had just transpired. I kept replaying the incident over and over in my mind, recalling with exquisite detail how beautiful it had felt to actually lie on her and the feel of her body against mine.

It was some time later when I glanced over and was startled to see that her eyes were open. She smiled wanly at me. "Hi." She said softly, "Was I asleep very long?"

I nodded, looking at the clock. "Yeah…I guess about an hour and a half." I answered.

She sat up, shaking her head as if to clear the sleep out of her consciousness. "Woah." She sighed with a hand to her forehead, "I guess I’m still a little out of it."

"I guess that stuff really works." I offered, hoping that, as her consciousness returned she would not notice anything I might have overlooked in my haste.

She stood up unsteadily. "It certainly seems so." She offered as she hesitatingly made her way down the hallway to the bathroom.

I cringed on the sofa, praying that she would notice nothing while she was in the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and moments later, the bathroom door opening. I kept my eyes riveted to the television as he approached. She sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs casually.

"How do you feel, Auntie?" I asked

"Well…" She said, tentatively, "I feel pretty good actually. I certainly don’t notice anything in the way of side effects. The pill worked very quickly too…I don’t remember much of anything after I started reading my book."

My relief was almost palpable. She seemed completely unaware and totally at ease.

She lifted the bottle of pills and looked at it cautiously. "I’ll tell the doctor tomorrow how things went…but, I don’t think there are going to be any problems with side effects."

Seeing that she was apparently quite oblivious to the indiscretions I had perpetrated upon her, my guilt and anxiety quickly evaporated. Being with her so intimately had been a wonderfully beautiful experience, almost a fantasy come true in many respects. I could not help but wonder as to the possibility of other such intimacies if she were to, indeed, have a prescription for those wonderful pills.

We watched television together for another hour or so and then she excused herself to go to bed.

The next evening, at the dinner table, she related her experience at the doctor’s office that afternoon. He had apparently been pleased to hear that she had not experienced any side effects, but suggested she take at least one more trial dosage to be sure.

"So…if you don’t mind me imposing on you one more time…" She smiled sweetly, "I was hoping we might do it the same way we did last night."

I swallowed and nodded, feigning an indifference I did not feel. I was suddenly beside myself with anticipation. I could not believe my wonderful good fortune. In a giddy euphoria, I helped her clear the table and wash the dishes before we both retired to the sofa to watch television.

After an hour or so later she stood up and excused herself and made her way to the bathroom, returning several minutes later. She sat down again on the sofa and tentatively explained that, when she had explained the circumstances of the previous evening to her doctor, he suggested that it would be prudent for her, again as a precaution, to remove any restrictive clothing before taking the pill.

I nodded, noticing with a quick furtive glance, that she no longer wore any hosiery. She wore a red pullover sweater and a short white skirt with white, high-heeled shoes. Without hosiery, her legs looked especially smooth, her pale skin only slightly darker than the white of her skirt.

She said she thought that the time was as good as any and that, if it was all right with me, she would take the pill right away. I nodded and said that any time was fine with me. She stood up and made her way to the kitchen. I watched her return with her pill bottle and a small glass of water. As she walked, I distinctly noticed a much more pronounced bounce and sway beneath her sweater and realized, with a gasp of surprise, that she must have removed her bra as well as her hosiery.




My Auntie, Claire:



She popped the pill into her mouth and quickly washed it down again with the water. Just as she had the previous evening, she stretched out on the sofa and began to read. My heart was pounding with suppressed anticipation. Just the thought of her with no bra or pantyhose caused me to shiver in expectation.

Several minutes later her body slumped and she slipped away, once again, into apparent unconsciousness.

Having already experienced the effect that pill had on her, I was much more confident and lost no time. As soon as I felt I had waited a prudent amount of time, I moved very quickly. I shook her, almost violently, several times, to ascertain her complete unconsciousness, then I quickly slipped out of my jeans and my briefs. I stood before her with my penis urgently erect, feeling deliciously naughty and lascivious to be so exposed. I knelt and cupped her breasts in my hands. She felt so wonderfully smooth and soft without her bra, her heavy pliant flesh so supple and warm to the touch. I gently lifted her sweater to her neck and exposed her incredible breasts. I bent my head and kissed her nipples, rubbing my face against her extraordinarily smooth flesh. Her scent filled my senses and I slid my hand down onto her leg, pulling the front of her skirt up and laying it over her stomach.

She wore an extremely sheer pair of pale blue panties, her pubic hair so provocatively visible. Reverently I reached out and caressed her pubic mound. Her thighs were so deliciously smooth to the touch and I caressed her tenderly until I could hardly stand the anxiety of my need.

Just as I had the night before, I straddled her, thrilling at the exquisitely intimate and sensual feel of her naked thighs against mine. I lay forward, allowing my weight to settle slowly onto her. My erection slid between her thighs and, just as it had happened the night before, I was almost instantly on the brink of orgasm. I lowered my mouth to her nipple and, as I suckled gently, I arched my back and pressed the tip of my penis against her soft pubic mound. I rocked my hips into her, feeling what little control I had slipping away. I didn’t care; I wanted it to happen. I needed it to happen. Surrendering to that need, I pressed my buttocks down onto her thighs and thrust my hips rapidly. I moaned softly into her nipple as my first ejaculation streamed against her. I let my entire weight settle onto her and ground my pelvis into her as my penis pulsed again and again.

Spent, I lay motionless on top of her for several minutes, catching my breath and luxuriating in her clean warm scent and the delicious feel of her body beneath me. I knew from the experience of the previous day that it was not critically important for me to leap up immediately to attend to the consequence of my orgasm. I had the luxury of having a bit of time in which to indulge myself in my Auntie’s body.

I raised myself slowly and stood up, smiling down at the pleasurably pooled streams I had discharged over her pubic area, her pubic mound was literally inundated with my semen. I had forgotten to bring any Kleenex with me before I had begun, so I had to leave the room in order to get some.

I returned moments later and knelt beside her on the floor. She looked so peaceful and lovely in her sleep, and so incredibly sensual with her beautiful breasts exposed an her skirt hiked so revealingly. I hesitated, not wishing to let the moment end for the evening. I reached out and gently slid my fingertips through the semen pooled against her pubic mound and traced my fingers between her legs. Such an exquisitely sensual feeling, my semen so cool and slick against the warmth of her skin. My renewed erection sprang to attention. I couldn’t help myself.

Quickly, I stood and straddled her once again, laying my erection once more between her thighs to feel my own semen as a sensual lubrication between us. I slipped my hands behind her shoulders and lay my face into the nape of her neck. I moved my hips slowly, sighing audibly at the acutely sensual feeling her slick, wet thighs against my penis. I moved my hips slowly from side to side, until I was completely wet with my own semen, and then thrust into her forcefully as my second orgasm swept me away.

As I finished and lay gasping on top of her, I glanced quickly at the clock. I was surprised to see that hardly more than ten minutes had elapsed between my orgasms. If I wanted to, I could easily spend more time being intimate with my Auntie and still feel reasonably safe about the time.

I sighed my pleasure, moving my hips and pressing them down into her. Impulsively, I kissed her lightly on her cheek "Oh, Auntie…you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen." I whispered, bending my lip and kissing her once more.

I pumped my hips rhythmically for several minutes until I could feel myself building toward another orgasm. Looking once again at the clock, I was dismayed to see that quite a bit of time had elapsed. I knew I should finish right then and there in order to be sure that I would be able to get my semen blotted and dried and her clothing back in order. I knew I should…but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted very much to come one more time, could feel it building inside me. I held to her tightly and pumped my hips as hard and as fast as I could in order to precipitate my orgasm more quickly. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, focusing only on my need and how beautiful it felt to be on top of her. My hips slapped loudly into her soft flesh as my movements became more and more urgent. Finally, after two very long minutes, I cried aloud and exploded in orgasm for a third time.

Sensing I had let things go way too long, I leapt up and very quickly applied a large handful of Kleenex to her pubic area, which was literally inundated with my semen. I dried her as best I could and then quickly put her clothing back into order. I quickly dressed and assumed a casual position beside her on the sofa to watch television. She came to consciousness less than a half an hour later.

I was extremely anxious about the short amount of time elapsed since I had finished with her, but all was exactly as it had been on the previous evening and my Auntie seemed completely oblivious. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The next day, she made no mention, whatsoever, about that days visit to the doctor or the prescription she may or may not have been given. I resisted the urge to inquire, not wishing to appear at all curious, lest I betray myself through any perceived enthusiasm.

After dinner, she and I watched television together for several hours, until it was rather late. At about her usual bedtime, she got up and went into the bathroom, leaving me in quite a quandary as to her intentions.

She returned to the living room several minutes later, wearing only her bathrobe. "Honey?" She called from the entrance to the living room. "I just wanted to let you know that tonight I’m going to be taking another one of the pills."

"Oh…okay." I stammered.

"Since everything went so well the first two times, I figured I would just take it at bedtime."

I nodded. "Oh, yeah…sure." I stammered.

She smiled sweetly. "I’m sure everything will be just fine, but…if you wouldn’t mind looking in on me before you go to bed…to make sure my light is out and that everything is all right…I’d be very grateful."

I nodded. "Okay…I will." I returned.

With that, she smiled and turned. I watched her walk away down the hallway, her bare feet slapping softly on the hardwood flooring.

"Oh, my God." My mind reeled. She was, not only, going do it again, but this time she was going to be in her bed and, undoubtedly, wearing one of her nightgowns. I swallowed hard, my erection springing to immediate attention at the thought of being with her once again. I tried to concentrate on the program I had been watching, but was almost totally unable to focus my attention there.

After what seemed a long while, but was probably no more than fifteen or twenty minutes, I turned off the television and the lights. I went down the hallway in the dark, guided by the light from beneath her bedroom door. I stopped in front of her door and listened for a long time. Hearing nothing, I knocked lightly.

When I got no response, I opened the door and poked my head through the opening. "Auntie?" I called.

She lay on her back with her head fallen to one side and her reading glasses askew. Her book lay open on her chest where it had fallen from her fingers. I entered her room cautiously, calling her name several times. At her bedside, I removed her book and her reading glasses, placing them together on her night table. The blankets were pulled up over her chest and I could see two, very small, black satin nightgown straps over each shoulder.

I very gently pulled the blanket and sheet down to expose her chest. I moaned softly in open admiration to see her breasts so enticingly revealed beneath the provocatively diaphanous bodice of her nightgown. Black satin straps and black satin and lace across the top of her bodice, gave way to a heavily pleated, very sheer nylon material. Her large bosom was almost completely visible, the darker flesh of her areolae contrasting dramatically with the white flesh of her breasts.

I reached down and gently cupped one of her breasts, squeezing gently, her skin so warm and smooth under the sheer nylon. "Jesus, Auntie." I breathed. "You are so incredibly beautiful."

I took hold of the blanket and sheet and gently pulled them down as far as her knees. Dear god, my heart leapt and literally pounded in my chest to see her, totally naked beneath her nightgown which billowed around her body airily and had risen up well past her mid thighs.

I sat down on the edge of the mattress, my heart trip-hammering in my chest.

"Oh, god." I sighed as I reached out and lightly traced my fingertips over her body. She felt so poignantly smooth and warm beneath the sleek, sheer fabric of her nightgown. Taking the hem of her nightgown gently between my thumb and forefinger, I lifted her nightgown to her chest, exposing her from her breasts down. I bent my head and kissed each of her breasts in turn, cupping them with both hands and lifting the erect nipples to my lips and tracing the outline of her areolas with the tip of my tongue.

I raised up and unbuttoned the fly of my jeans, then stood quickly and removed them as well as my briefs. I sat beside her once again, bending forward to kiss her lightly on the cheek. I cupped her breast once more as I tenderly lay my cheek against hers, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling my senses.

I raised up, looking down at her astonishingly beautiful body. I let my hand slip slowly from her breast and down over her stomach, watching while my hand glided gently over the soft rise of flesh surrounding her navel and then sloped gently down to the mound of her pubic area. Her hair was so fine and smooth to the touch, I let it play through my fingers lovingly.

I bent my head to her and kissed her stomach and all around her navel, letting my lips move sensuously against her smooth flesh while my hand cupped her pubic mound. I parted her labial lips with the flat of my finger and found her inner lips copiously slick and wet.

I had, on countless many occasions, read about, or listened to others recount their experiences regarding sexual contact with a woman, so I was well versed in the physical knowledge of a woman’s vagina. But no amount of reading or schoolboy, locker room rumors could ever have prepared me for the reality of such an exquisitely sensual sensation. Realizing my finger was at or near the entrance to her vagina, I pressed my fingertip deeper into the slick cleft. I slid inside her, feeling the walls of her vagina close around my finger sensuously. My god, I had never felt anything so astonishingly sensual in my life.

I was delirious with suppressed passion. More than anything in the world at that moment, I wanted to experience the feeling of my penis inside her. But, for as much as my body seemed to cry out for the experience, my conscience would not let me do so.

As ultimately desirable as this woman was, I could not get it out of my mind that she was my Mother’s sister. Even with the issue of incest aside, my Auntie was unconscious. To take advantage of her, or any other woman, in such a vulnerable state would be nothing less than rape. While I felt no tremendous amount of guilt or misgivings about using my Auntie as a focus for my sexual fantasies and masturbation, or, indeed, even physically using her body as a direct means for my physical gratification, as I was doing at that very moment, I knew instinctively that to proceed further would be beyond the bounds of moral and ethical decency.

But, the longer I thought about it, the more the evils of rationalization began to crumble my walls of moral decency. I mean, surely it would not cause the world to end if I were to put my penis inside her just for one brief moment. Just one brief instant. Not as sex, I reasoned, but more a clinical, learning experience.

After several minutes of rationalized deliberation, my lustful curiosity got the better of me and I rose up on my knees. I lifted and then parted her legs, pulling first one and then the other to the side. I gently knelt and insinuated myself between her splayed legs and then took my penis in my hand. I bent it down toward her dark thatch of pubic hair and moved the tip of my penis up and down, parting her lips and making myself slick with her lubrication.

I pressed forward with my hips and found only resistance with the tip of my penis. I pressed again but still couldn’t seem to find the entrance to her vagina that I had found so easily with my finger. I lifted the tip of my penis a little higher and thrust my hips forward a third time.

With a gasp of surprise I felt myself slip effortlessly inside her. My senses exploded with a sudden excruciating sensuality like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life and I immediately began to ejaculate. I lost control completely, my orgasm sweeping me away seemingly before I could move or even form a coherent thought. The physical sensation of her vagina surrounding my penis with such an indescribably overpowering sensuality was just so awesomely overwhelming that I was physically incapable of doing anything other than surrendering to it.

I cried out, unable to move as my penis pulsed inside her and my semen erupted into her. I knew with all my heart that I should pull myself out of her, that I had to pull myself out of her. But I simply could not will my body to do so. I closed my eyes moaned softly as the muscles in my buttocks flexed spasmodically with each ejaculation and pulse of my penis.

I allowed my hips to press forward, feeling my entire length slip inexorably into her and, in the dying moments of my orgasm, I surrendered to the irresistible need to move my hips. I thrust myself into her, evoking such exquisite sensations that I cried aloud in unqualified ecstasy.

With a sigh of resignation, I lay forward on top of her as my orgasm faded and I began to regain some semblance of control. I lay on top of her, gasping for breath as the enormity of my violation left me totally aghast at my own stupidity. Yet, even as I began to castigate myself remorsefully, I was completely unable to stop myself from thrusting one last ejaculatory pulse deep inside her. Despite the feelings of mortification and self-loathing that were beginning to overwhelm me, I continued to rock my hips and move myself inside her. Dear god, her vagina was the most incredibly beautiful thing my penis had ever experienced and I savored each sensual nuance as it held me in it’s slick, erotic grip.

"Oh, Jesus, Auntie…Oh, god." I sighed softly. "I didn’t mean for that to happen…oh, god…I’m so sorry."

But, even as I spoke my heartfelt apology, my body betrayed my feelings by thrusting my penis as deeply as I could inside her, pulling back almost to the brink of falling from her and then plunging myself, once more, to the very limits of my length. It was the most indescribably beautiful feeling I had ever experienced, and I thrust into her again and again.

"God, Auntie…it feels so beautiful inside you." I whispered softly, moving my hips rhythmically. Despite the fear and panic I was beginning to experience, because of my precipitous action, I still managed to find, within myself, the ability to rationalize that, while the unthinkable had happened, pulling myself out of her and wringing my hands in remorse would do nothing to change that fact. And, since I could not take back what had happened, I did no think it would compound the magnitude of my transgression if I were to linger just a little while longer inside her to savor the lushness of her femininity.

I lowered my face to her breast and took her nipple into my mouth. I moved my hands down along her sides and slid them under her buttocks. Gripping the smooth, soft fleshiness of her cheeks tenderly with my hands I pulled her to me, moaning into her breast as I thrust myself into her again and again.

This time I had ample warning of my impending orgasm. I could feel it swell in the pit of my stomach and the tightening of my scrotum. I could have easily stopped and withdrawn from her. I could have, but I did not. Once again, my rationalizations overcame my common sense. With the damage already done and my semen already inside her, surely, I thought, it could not make that much difference if I did it just one more time. Gone were any moral thoughts of incest or rape, my desire to possess her one more time overwhelmed me.

I continued to thrust with urgency, pistoning my penis into her with increased rapidity as I suckled at her nipple. I felt the pleasurable sensations begin to swell and I rammed myself forcefully into her as rapidly as I could to bring it to its inevitable conclusion.

"My god!" My mind seemed to scream, "I’m fucking her…I’m really fucking her…my AUNTIE…I’m fucking my AUNTIE!"

Our bodies slapped together loudly in the quiet of the dimly lit bedroom for several moments until my orgasm took hold and I held myself deep inside her. I moaned softly into her breast with each ejaculation, letting myself go without hesitation.

I lay on top of her long after the last pulse of my penis, until I felt myself grow soft inside her and slip from the delicious confines of her vagina. With a sigh of resignation, I raised up into a kneeling position between her legs.

I had done it; I had really done it. I simply could not believe the incredible turn of events. With a moan of anguish, I cringed to see a large wet stain on the sheet at the base of her buttocks. And, to my horror, I could even see my semen still seeping from her to flow down, over the arc of her buttocks and drip onto the sheet.

Quickly I grabbed a handful of Kleenex and placed it over her vulva to staunch the flow of semen, and then another handful to try to sop up as much as I could from the sheet beneath her. I worked slowly and methodically, knowing that I still had a fair amount of time in order to carry out my ministrations and conceal the evidence of my lecherous debauchery.

It is difficult to explain the depth of my despair and anguish as I did my best to eradicate the evidence of my crime. I could feel the sting of my tears as they clouded my vision and I said a silent prayer to God in hopes that nothing terrible would come from my indiscretion and that my Auntie would not become pregnant.

I sat on the edge of her bed for several minutes, speaking softly from my heart and pouring out my feelings of self-recrimination. But, incredibly, as I spoke my words of contrition, my body betrayed me and I felt a renewed stiffness begin to swell my penis once more. Dear God, I thought, was there no end to my limits of depravity? I knew I had to get out of there, but I just could not seem to turn away from her. Her pale, puffy vulva looked so incredibly slick and inviting and I cursed my carnal lasciviousness as I felt my erection rising once again.




My Aunties Darker Side



My name is James Marshall. I grew up in Chicago on the south side. A pretty rough part of town full of gangs and violence. To keep me out of all that, my mom insisted I work hard through school. It worked since now at 18 I had been accepted into a special college in San Francisco, the SFC school for gifted writers. I was excited and so was my mom. She said she only knew one person out there. Her name was MS Carlson, the white lady mom used to house clean for.

The two women had kept in touch, Christmas cards and such ever since MS Carlson moved out west. The two were very close when mom worked for her. As a kid, MS Carlson always insisted I called her Aunt Marsha and I did. She must be around 38 or so now. Mom called her and Aunt Marsha said she'd be delighted to house me during my schooling. Things were set, and that week I was on my first plane ride.

The SF airport had people of all sorts walking around. I hardly remembered what Aunt Marsha looked like. Then, a tall, tanned, long dark haired woman who looked like she just stepped off a movie shoot smiled at me, waved and said, "You must be little Jimmy, welcome." I hadn't been called little Jimmy for years and knew at once that this fine woman was MS Carlson, my dear sweet, long lost Aunt Marsha.

We hugged and I felt like a child in her arms. She'd always brought out her nurturing warmth towards me. Things hadn't changed one bit. She began asking me about my mom and revisiting old time between them as we got my luggage. Outside we took a taxi to the hills where she lived.

Her home sat alone on a private street. The nearest house was nearly two blocks away. All the land between them was hers. I never knew what she did for money but from the outside of this mansion, she was good at it. Inside there was a large foyer loaded with pricey adornments and art work. Some of these things I'd seen in a required art class I'd taken. Some stuff was, I learned latter, made just for her.

She took me upstairs and led me to my room. It was larger than my mom's apartment. She left me to unpack and said to meet her later on the patio. After a shower I put on a clean T-shirt and shorts. I was in CA, so I threw on some shades.

Aunt Marsha was sitting on a chase lounge talking on the phone. She had changed herself, now wearing a white midriff shirt which strained to hold back her 40DD breasts. She also wore a thong which revealed her firm sexy legs. For a woman who stood only about 5'5", she sure filled out that lounge.

She smiled as I approached and pointed to a chair near her feet. That was just fine by me as the one thing I was a fool for was a sexy pair of feet. Aunt Marsha sure filled the bill. She had on a pair of high heeled strapless sandals. Her bright shiny red toe nails reflected the afternoon sun. She had her feet hanging over the end of the lounge and was slapping one shoe against her sexy sole again and again as she talked.

The more she got engrossed in her conversation, the faster she wiggled her foot. Suddenly, she shrieked in laughter and flung her sandal across the tiled patio floor. I looked at her naked foot and was hooked on her feet at once. While fantasizing about what I would like to do with it, I heard my name. "Jimmy," she whispered with her hand over the phone, "could you get that for me please?" She used her naked foot to point towards her sandal lay. Then as if expecting me to obey she returned to her conversation. 

Slowly I began to stand. I placed my hand near my crotch to hide my stiff penis. She had been the source of my condition, yet I was scared she'd freak out seeing it. I bent with my back to her and picked up her sandal. I could not resist lifting it to my nose for a quick sniff. Light rose scented warmth filled my nostrils. Another sniff and I just had to sneak a taste. Using only the tip of my tongue I swiped at the surface where her foot had been. I was lost in a moment of bliss when I felt a close presence behind me. Still kneeling I turned to see Aunt Marsha standing there. The sun behind her and a soft wind flinging her long hair about her made her appear to be an angel. She was smiling down softly at me. Her eyes were gentle. She spoke with a reassuring tone, "Enjoying yourself Jimmy?"

I felt like the deer caught in the headlights of a car. I didn't know how long she'd watched me. I didn't hear her end the phone call. I was still holding her sandal to my face. Words were not forth coming from me. Then she said, "It's ok little one. My feet have been affecting men and women the same way for quite some time now. I'd never of thought you'd succumb so quickly, but I knew, or at least hoped you staying here would bring you to your knees."

Then she lifted her leg and stood on one foot. She used her bare foot to gently caress my face. I held my head still enjoying the touch. She was graceful as her lovely toes slid under my chin and up to my ear. Next she used the bottom of her toes to open my lips. I began to extend my tongue and just as it was about to make contact she withdrew her foot. "No not yet. You must prove worthy to taste my feet first. Follow me inside and I shall teach you how to fulfill your desires."

She took her sandal from my hands and turned walking away. For a minuet I remained as she'd left me in total shock. Then I stood and walked behind her into the kitchen. She stood near a door which I assumed to be a pantry and said, "Behind this door is a world in which a slaves dreams come true. The tests and labors you must learn to endure will lead to a constellation of pleasures for you at the feet of not only me, but countless others as well. The journey is difficult and at times painful. The lessons must be completed as offered without hesitation. Once you begin you may never withdraw no matter what. Remember your goal always and you'll endure. Jimmy, this is your only warning and also the only chance you'll EVER have to gain permission to enjoy my feet. If you think you can survive and reach eternal foot bliss, strip, kneel and kiss my feet and enter. Otherwise you can just continue your education and dream of what could have been, without benefit of my feet and your potential pleasures." She opened the door slightly. I stripped and knelt my lips passionately grazing her toes.

Behind the doors was just about every kind of BDSM toy, utensil and contraption imaginable. I'd seen sex films and such, but never such an extensive collection. Whips of various lengths, long black straps and paddles hung neatly on a wall. An examining table with straps and cuffs on both ends stood near center room. Chains and hooks hung from large bolts from the ceiling and back wall. I was nearly about to turn and run out of the room and her house. No one was ever going to bind me up and get their freak on using me. It was just about that time her hand found my hanging cock. 

She milked it with a soft touch and I melted. Gripping it, she led me towards a mat on the floor. "Lay down on your back, foot slave, and we shall begin." Blinded by lust and the feel of her hand, I obeyed. She used cuffs to capture my hand and attached them to a floor bolt above my head. She then pulled my right leg away from my body and wrapped a soft ankle cuff around it and affixed that to another bolt. My left leg was bound likewise. Being helpless she stood and placed a metal folding chair over my stomach. Sitting down she bared her feet and used them to smother my face. I was afforded the pleasure of sniffing and licking those lovely size sevens from heel to toe. Each sniff was my pleasure. Each lick thrilled me. She constantly smiled down at me as I licked between her toes. Her feet were soon soaked with my saliva.

She stood and moved the chair back up just above my head. She then went and put something in her hand. It was small but her fist concealed it from me. After retaking her seat, she used her soft moist feet to toy with my long rock hard cock. She was an expert at the art of giving foot jobs. She'd drag her lovely red toe nails through the course kinky hairs around my groin. When I'd thrust my hips between her soles she'd squeeze them together. My sensitive bloated cock head slide between her toes. If felt tighter and fulfilled me more than any pussy my cock had been in. As I was on the very edge of resistance, she unclamped her feet releasing their hard prisoner. I groaned and begged for release, my cock sticking straight up waiving at her. I knew she could hear me yet she neither complied nor answered. 

As my breathing became somewhat back to normal, her tormenting feet resumed at my hard member and adorned it. This time I was not to be denied release. I pumped my hips driving my cock through her soft feet. My ass slammed back down against the canvass mat. She would tighten and loosen her grip. Then she would release my cock and used all ten toes to tease my tight ball sack. This was extreme torture. My hips still thrust and my cock fucked the air. She next kicked the head of my dick with the balls of her feet. Like playing ping pong she used one foot then another to slap my cock from left to right. I was in a place between pain and pleasure. My will was to endure her actions at any cost as I had to have those punishing feet in my mouth again.

She bent and her hand toyed with my left nipple. Only once had a girl done that to me. It was alright, but did little to excite me. This time my Aunt Marsha made me feel different. As again she engulfed my stiff cock between her toes, she strummed her fingers over that nipple. I began to enjoy the attention. It somehow added fire to my loins. I felt sort of like a school girl the first time a boy touched her breasts. She tugged and tweaked at it until it grew hard as a diamond. Then with out warning she snapped an alligator clamp directly on the hard tip. I yelped like a kicked puppy. She tugged it upwards and twisted it. My eyes flooded in response. As if that wasn't enough, she quickly snapped a clamp on my other nipple. I could not believe the fire in my chest. Even her constant foot play at my cock took second place in my thoughts. 

Without mercy she grabbed each clamp and began a series of yanking and twisting. I withered and twisted on the floor trying to escape the pain. She was relentless in her efforts. She'd removed her feet from my cock. It mattered not to me. I was growing soft there anyway. She was ruff and mean towards my sore nipples. It was as if she was getting off on the act. I grew tired of trying to get away from the pain and finally just laid there accepting it. Surprisingly, I'd begun to welcome the pain. Almost thinking it as a welcomed friend. This was her intent. She knew I'd surrender eventually, she'd done it to many people before. I was no different to her. I wasn't "little Jimmy" to her anymore. I'd become just another of her slaves who paid for such treatment and worse. She was the most sadistic woman on the west coast, or at least that's the way many paying customers saw her.

She'd earn that title. She made enough money at it to own the house she lived in. She'd been doing this since her first add in a sex for pay newspaper this city is full of. She was small and unknown at the start. Soon her clients included movie stars, politicians, law enforcement officials and at one time, even a retired governor. She rarely had intercourse as she got off inflicting pain at those who she taught to crave it, if they didn't already.

When she finished with my nipples she went and got a metal dildo. It was attached to an electronic box of some sort. After lubing the shaft she bent and shoved it deep up my anus. I groaned at the intrusion of my virgin territory. She then turned the chair to face me and sat down. Her feet again slid over my face. No pain or intrusion could deter me from enjoying the objects of my desires. I paid oral homage to her feet like a child in a candy store. She'd bend and occasionally yank at the nipple clamps. I greeted the attention with new found pleasure. Then just as my ass grew accustom to its visitor she reached down and mashed a red button on top of the metal box.

A sudden jolt of electricity shot through my prostrate. My cock involuntarily jerked and the orgasm it produced was stronger than I ever thought possible. The sheer force of it sent sperm flying all over the room. The intensity of it caused me to pass out with her toes still in my mouth. When I woke up, Aunt Marsha was gone and I was still on my back bound. The dildo and nipple clamps were removed and my cock lay flaccid on my stomach, still dripping its seed.

Thus ended lesson one. I was left to await further training. I longed for it.

THE END of part one. 



My Aunt's Elderly Husband



Is it incest if I screw my aunt's second husband? 

Oh wait I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Fiona. I'm a redheaded thirty something, single by choice. Having had several lovers, I enjoy an active sex life. 

My knowledge and skill set that allows me to work anywhere I desire and demand top compensation in my field. When I get bored with the job or city, I move to a more desirable location and company. 

My most recent move brought me to a city where my Aunt Eve and her second husband, live. I didn't know my aunt very well as we lived in different cities while I was growing up. 

I viewed this as an opportunity to become better acquainted with my aunt and meet her new husband, Al. They were both over twice my age. One might call them a "cute elderly couple."

Aunt Ellen and Al were very helpful getting me settled. They took me around town and had me over for dinner several times the first month of my relocation. 

Al was a tall, handsome man with a shock of snow white hair. He had a nice body for someone his age. Al was the strong silent type but very pleasant and helpful to me.

He did what most men do when they meet me, that is, staring at my tits. I happen to have a nice rack and usually wear a blouse or top that allows a glimpse of the upper portion of my boobs. I love the attention and "the girls" usually help me get what I want. 

After our first meeting, I made a special point of hugging Al, pressing my breast against him upon our greeting and departing. After the first such greeting, I felt Al's strong appreciation rub against me. 

It made me smile to know that I could get a reaction from such an elderly gentleman. It occurred to me that I had never fucked a man his age. I wondered what it would like, could his heart handle it?

The next several months were hectic. I was totally emerged in my work and had little time for myself. I received a phone call from my aunt. She invited me over for dinner, a break from work I could really use. 

Unfortunately I had a business meeting that evening so I invited them to my place the following week.

The day of our dinner I received a call from Al saying a good friend of Eve's died and she had just left town so they would have to cancel. 

I expressed my sorrow and suggested that Al come anyway as he had to eat and I had the meal planned and ready to go. He agreed.

I dressed in my special white, thin, low neck blouse. I'm sure Al would notice I was braless. Matched with a pleated black, skirt with the hem a few inches above my knees, thigh high black stockings and with no panties, I slipped into my black spiked heels.

Answering the door I greeted Al with a big hug, quickly rubbing my tits against his chest. He was clearly happy to see me, if you know what I mean.

"Oh Al, thank you for the wine. It will go well with our dinner."

"I wasn't sure if I should bring white or red...glad it works.... You sure look lovely tonight Fiona." 

Bending over, I placed the wine bottle on the coffee table. My scoop necked blouse revealed my two gorgeous globes. Al didn't miss the opportunity to take them in. I glanced down at my matching mounds, raising my head I looked Al in the eyes and smiled. 

"Here's a corkscrew Al, would you open the wine." 

Handing him the opener I continued,

"I assume you know how to screw.... Oh sorry...I meant use this new type of screw...Oh shit I'm just making it worse."

Al laughing said, "All I can say is yes to all your questions."

I laughed along with Al. 'Well I'm either going to fuck him or scare him away.' I thought to myself.

Al poured the wine and we sat at the table. The meal went fine with light chitchat about how I liked the area and if I planned to stay for a while. After dinner we went into the living room. I opened another bottle of wine.

"I hope you don't mind Al I opened this one... I didn't want to screw it up, so to speak."

We both laughed as I sat down next to Al on the couch. I brought my leg, closest to him, up on the cushion, opening my legs and exposing my thigh above the top of my stocking. 

Poor Al didn't know where to look. His eyes darted from my dark nipples showing through the blouse to my smooth white thigh begging for him to touch.

"Al or should I call you Uncle Al, I don't know how to express how I'm feeling except to say it."

He nodded and made a gesture with his hand indicating he wanted me to continue.

"As you may have surmised by my moving around and not being married, I have had a very active sex life.... I've been with a verity of men but no one like you. .....I find you very intriguing, sexy and .... Frankly I want you...." 

Oh shit, I said it... Will he tell my aunt? I continued,

"I know you recently married my aunt and I don't..."Al interrupted me.

"Don't worry about that Fiona, I am flattered that a women as beautiful, smart and sexy as you would be interested in me..... I know you have caught me ogling at your body..... and between you and me, your aunt is wonderful but a bit uptight when it comes to sex."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I lifted my blouse over my head revealing my thirty-six C-cup boobs. Al reached out and took a tit in each hand. He leaned forward and began circling each aureole with his tongue. His tongue and lips danced across my tits, sucking my erect nipples, causing a stir in my pussy.... Nothing like an experienced lover.

Al's hand slipped under my skirt and I felt his fingers parting my labial lips and entering my moist pussy. Finding my clit he began his magic touch. 

Before I knew it he was kneeling before me. Pushing my skirt up to my waist, his tongue quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue. Suddenly he stopped. 

Looking up with a big grin in his face he said, "Oh Fiona... you're a real redhead. I've always wanted to do a redheaded pussy."

Al quickly returned to pleasuring me with his lips, tongue and fingers. His tongue drove deep in my cunt while he massaged my clit with the bridge of his nose.

"Al....Al.... Oh that feels so incredible... but I need to taste that sweet cock of yours."

Al stood up, dropping his pants and shorts, his red knobbed cock sprung out just begging to be caressed. He pulled off his shirt as I kissed the head of his beautiful cock. My tongue traced his fullness, driving down to his ball sack. 

Holding the head I licked up from, the base of his shaft. Retracing my route I licked his balls, taking one then the other in my mouth while I ran my tongue over each sphere. I stood and dropped my skirt, leaving me naked except for the black stockings.

Grabbing Al's erect cock, I led him into my bedroom. He followed obediently. Backing him up to the bed I pushed him down and joined him by positioning my pussy just above his head as I lowered my lips to his pulsating prick.

It was clear this was not Al's first rodeo. His tongue picked up where he left off in the living room. I went back to munching on his manhood. 

Feeling his shaft thicken and expand I maneuvered to straddle his hips and lower my cunt on his cock. Needing no lubrication, my wet pussy engulfed Al's waiting shaft.

"Oh Al your cock feels so good in my cunt..."

I began slowly riding up and down... increasing the tempo my pussy slapped against his balls. I controlled the tempo and cried out,

"OH faster...faster fuck me Al faster... harder faster... Oh fuck ...yes...oh yes... fuck..."

"Yes ...Yes Fiona... fuck my cock... cum on my cock...do it baby...do it...fuck your daddy."

Oh crap... that's what attracted me to Al... He reminded of my Dad and Grandpa. I was turned on even more and...

"Oh baby...I'm cumming....I'm cumming for you Daddy." And I did.

"Yes....Yes... I'm cumming too baby-girl...."

"Yeah...Yeah...fill me with your cum Daddy..."

I bent down and kissed Al. Our tongues danced around each others. I felt Al's hot sperm fill my love canal. The overflow ran down my inner thigh.

Leaning forward once again we held each other.

"I thought my days of lovemaking like that were over.." Al said with a laugh. 

He continued.... "You are one HOT lady..... and a fantastic fuck."

"Wow Al you were terrific, you didn't seem to need any help getting it up and keeping it up."

"I must confess I took a little blue pill before coming over."

" You what?.... So you planned to screw me tonight..... You dirty old man... I love it. What would you have done if I didn't want to fuck?"

"I would have gone home and masturbated, fantasizing about you." He said with a laugh.

"Oh the idea of you jerking off while you think about me, is a real turn on."

Laying in each other's arms I asked, "You're not really my uncle right?.... so this isn't incest...is it?"

"I don't know but the idea makes this all a bit more erotic."

I laughed..."In any event... I do hope we can do this again.... And of course we don't let on to Aunt Eve.... Right?"

"Yes baby... we will be secret lovers for as long as you wish."

"So is it incest or not?"



My Aunt's House



My Mom's younger sister Chloe called and asked if I would come and stay for a two week visit. It seems her husband Rick was going to be away for a business trip and she didn't want to be alone in their house. My Mom ran it by me and I said I would visit my aunt. It was the summer before I was to start college. I didn't want to be hanging around with my parents any more than necessary.

I drove the fifty miles in order to get to my aunt's house. Chloe met me at the door. My aunt was younger than my Mom. Chloe had to be in her late twenties. I can tell you that she was hot looking as well. My aunt had straight hair down to her back. The best part was she had these enormous boobs and she liked to show them off. I had to try and avoid staring too much. 

Chloe invited me inside and gave me a big hug. I could swear I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. My aunt showed me to the spare bedroom and I dropped off my things. Chloe was all prepared for me. She had already started to cook supper and we soon sat down to eat. Chloe seemed quite happy that I had arrived. She said she didn't want to be alone for those two weeks and was glad I would be there with her.

I barely heard what my young aunt said. Chloe was wearing a top that revealed her cleavage. I was sitting there trying to figure out what size bra she had to be wearing. Maybe my aunt knew I was looking. When she got up from the table she leaned over and I got to see a better view of her tits. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. 

After we ate we had a couple of glasses of wine. I was just eighteen and my parents didn't serve alcohol to me at home. We sat on the couch and drank our wine. It was starting to get late and Chloe said she was tired. She was heading back to her bedroom. I followed her back down the hallway to my room. I stripped out of my clothes and got under the bed sheet.

I couldn't help it, I reached down and started to stroke my cock. My mind was on my hot looking aunt. I was soon making myself erect. That was when I heard a knock on the door. Chloe asked if she could come in. Damn, I tried to hide my dick the best I could. In walked my aunt and she was wearing the smallest bathrobe I had ever seen. It barely covered her pubic area and her tits looked like they were ready to pop out. 

"I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable in here," she told me.

I said that everything was perfect. Chloe didn't just walk away. She sat down on the edge of the bed right next to me. I was taking in her body and hoping my cock didn't push up on the bedsheet. Chloe began to tell me how happy she was to have me there. It had been some time since she last saw me. She said I had grown so much. My aunt then reached out and put her hand on my leg. The sheet was still covering me but she was rubbing up and down my thigh. 

I couldn't help myself. My dick began to push up on that sheet. Chloe couldn't help but see my dick rising up underneath. Slowly, my aunt found the corner of the sheet and she pulled it back. My erect cock was standing straight up. Chloe didn't miss a beat. She reached over and took my pole in her hand. No words were spoken. My aunt began to stroke my erect dick. It was like I was in heaven. Chloe soon leaned over and took my cock into her mouth.

There was my aunt bobbing up and down on my prick. She would suck up and down and then look up to get a reaction from me. I think I had my head thrown back. I just could believe all this was happening to me. Chloe worked on my dick for a few minutes and then she pulled away. My aunt got up from the bed and she loosened the belt on her robe. I watched as that robe fell to the floor. There was my naked aunt standing before me.

Chloe's pubic hair was all shaved off. I could see her pussy lips inviting me in. Her tits had to be a 'D' cup in size. My aunt got onto the bed and she climbed up over top of my erect member. Chloe began to tease me as she wiggled her pussy lips across my mushroom cap. I didn't have that much experience with women but I reached out and put my hands onto her hips. I pushed my aunt down onto my rigid dick.

Chloe let out this cry as I began to fill her hot pussy with my cock. I am around seven inches in length and I soon had my erection deep in her belly. I released my aunt's hips and I reached up to feel her breasts. I just had to touch them. I had the palms of my hands brushing her hard nipples. Chloe was moaning as we got into a fucking rhythm. I was pushing my dick up as Chloe was slamming down hard onto my prick.

"Fuck me hard Rob," my aunt pleaded with me.

This was a dream of a lifetime. My hot aunt was riding my cock and I was squeezing her giant tits. Chloe finally pulled off of me. She got onto her back and she said I should get on top of her. I took hold of my aunt's ankles and I lifted her legs up. I inserted the tip of my dick and I shoved my cock back inside. Chloe started to scream as I fed her every inch of my dick. I was slamming hard into her pussy and my balls were slapping against her bottom. 

"Use me Rob, please!" My aunt begged me to take her hard.

I fed my cock inside Chloe's gash. My aunt was soaking wet from all our lovemaking. I wish I could say how long we went at it that first time. My aunt had me in a tight grip. I could feel myself getting close to cumming. All I knew was that I had to give Chloe my load of seed. That is exactly what I did. I didn't warn my aunt I was about to shoot. I blew my first wad of cream deep into my aunt's pussy. 

When she felt the heat of my cream, her body tensed up. 

"Oh fuck!" She cried out.

I was squirting one load after another into my aunt's greedy belly. She gripped me with her pussy muscles and squeezed my love juices out of my prick. We must have fucked like that another fifteen minutes or so until I was finally empty. I rested my cock inside Chloe's pussy as we tried to both calm down. Chloe pulled me down to her mouth and we had a passionate kiss together.

"I'm going to need you again," my aunt told me.

Sure enough, the whole time with my aunt was spent with us fucking. Chloe told me that she and her husband Rick barely made love these days. I thought my uncle must have been some sort of fool not to be screwing Chloe every night. His loss was my gain. We would fuck in the evening and then in the morning I would take Chloe again. We would fuck on the dining room table, on the carpet, and our favorite place was in the shower.

We would get the hot water running and Chloe would place her hands on the shower wall. I would get in behind her and slide my prick up and down her ass crack. This would get Chloe all wound up. I loved to reach around and squeeze her huge melons as I slid my erection deep into her tight pussy. Chloe was a vocal lover. She would beg for me to bury my cock as deep as it would go inside her belly.

The thing I liked the most was that I didn't have to wear a rubber. Chloe was on the pill and besides, she said she craved feeling me shoot my spunk into her body. I wish I would have counted the number of times I gave her my white seed. Those two weeks went so fast. It was now time to head back home. I took my aunt one final time the morning I left.

Chloe got on all fours and I took her ass. Chloe said she wanted to try anal before I left. I lubed up my prick and I slowly inserted my dick into her tight bottom. God, did she scream. I went slow and I was able to get the entire length of my dick inside her. We went slow at first and then I was pulling out and then shoving all my seven inches into her ass. All that friction made me fire a huge load into my aunt. Chloe's body shook as I gave her my steamy loads.

When we finally finished, we got cleaned up and Chloe saw me to the door.

"How am I going to live without you Rob?"

I didn't have a solution for her. I was soon going to be in school and I didn't see a time when I could break free to see her again. Chloe asked if maybe she could come visit me at school. She said she could get a room somewhere close and we could be lovers again some weekend. That is where we left it. I am hoping that Chloe can come and visit me and we can pick up fucking each other again.



My Aunt's Huge Tits



It was my first summer back from my freshman year of college; a year that didn't quite reach my expectations of college life. I had tried over and over, and subsequently failed over and over, at courting a girl as a freshman. This meant I went home for the Summer as yet again a virgin, now 19 years old and as frustrated as I could be. My plan for the Summer was to try to reconnect with some old flames from high school when I got back, and make any other feeble attempts I could to lose my V-card, before I returned for my Sophomore year. I was having a difficult time finding a good summer job in my small home town, so a few family members elected to discontinue their landscaping service so that I could replace them as a way to make some money. One early June morning I got up for my first day of landscaping. I put the mower on the trailer, and loaded the trailer up with weed eaters, hedge trimmers, sprayers, etc. I did about three yards by lunchtime, and headed home for lunch before I started my grandmother's yard, my Aunt's yard, and lastly my own yard. These were the last three of the day, and luckily for me my family, my Mom's sister, and my Mom's mother all lived on the same road as me, so there was no need to load the trailer again and drive across town. 

I went down to my grandma's house and began mowing her yard. Being bored and under stimulated as I rode the mower, my mind began to think about one of my most intense, yet most dark and secreted sexual fantasies: my Aunt Jobeth. She was my mother's sister, and had long been my favorite family member since I can remember. When going to her house as a child, I was always excited to go as she let me get away with things my mother never would have: watching R rated movies, eating candy and drinking soda all day, and letting me stay up till midnight. She always gave me the biggest hugs, and jokingly threatened my Mom she would adopt me all the time. I always loved her big hugs... but the reason why I loved them began to change as I went through puberty; that reason being her gigantic, soft tits hitting my chest. By the time I was a pubescent, I was masturbating regularly to the incestuous fantasy of making love to my lovely Aunt. 

She was, by this summer, at the mature age of 43, but anyone would tell you she still looked in her early 30's. She never had kids, ate well, and took very good care of herself. She has a small frame as she is only 5'4, but her petite frame only made her even more attractive in my mind. Thin waist, really soft shoulders, and super tiny feet and hands. She had flowing brunette hair a little below her shoulders, and beautiful tanned skin with subtle freckles on her cute, youthful face. 

But the pair of breasts she had were the 8th Wonder of the World: gargantuan, spherical, plush, soft, and so squishy those despite her age, were always pulled up and spilling out of her blouses like balloons. I stole one of her bras during my teen years and discovered she had a cup size of 36J... mammoths! I had always been obsessed with obnoxiously-big tits, and my Aunt's were the most tantalizing set I've ever seen in the real world. These were truly freaks of nature: they didn't sag whatsoever, were perfectly symmetrical, and perfectly round like a pair of good fake tits... Only difference was these were REAL, making them huge milky, plush, creamy, silky, mushy, and soft gifts from the Gods of sex. 

The simple thought of bucking my blood-hot cock through her bare, juicy tits like an animal in heat would send me into overdrive. I would cum myself all the time dreaming about this scene: her on her knees squishing her tits together as I fucked them, watching her hair flinging with each hump, and her smiling at me as I shoot every bit of cum I have all over her face and tits... God, what I would do for that! I'd sneak peeks at her when we had family visits, and would just be mesmerized by how plush and jiggly her gorgeous melons looked, yet how they also stood up, creating massive cleavage that only displayed more of their jiggly movements. She also had very wide hips below her thin midsection, and a plump ass to complement her frame. She was such a vixen with her hourglass shape, and I'm sure the men who have had cowgirl sex with her have never forgotten: just imagine her ass and thighs clapping on you as she rode your dick, as you hold on to her waist for dear life, and those juicy tits bury your face! Holy fuck! 

I almost drove into some of my grandmother's hedges as my mind wandered about my luscious Aunt, and had to put my hand on the steering wheel, as it had slipped down into my shorts to rub my raging hard dick. I quickly began telling myself, "Stop, Bro. Stop." And, "she's not even home right now, she's at work. You won't even see her." As I finished up grandma's yard, I began driving up the road to my Aunt's place. I thought she'd be at work, but was surprised to see her car in the driveway around 2 p.m. She was a home healthcare worker so her shifts were always sporadic, so I never knew what to expect. At the same time, her new boyfriend's truck wasn't there either, as he had work usually until 7 in the evening. I instantly got excited because I knew I could visit with her after my job was done, and get the long-awaited feeling of her heaving warm melons pressing into my body when she hugs me. 

I did the gritty work first, and then hopped on the mower to mow. As I circled the house in my mowing pattern, I instinctively began peeking through her windows in an effort to see if she was actually there. I could just barely see her head through the blurry shower window, meaning that she was home. It also put my mind right back in the gutter as I pictured water running down her curvy body. I began mowing much slower so that she would have time to get out of the shower and notice me before I left. Within ten minutes I heard a soft voice yelling, 

"Hey honey!" 

I looked back towards the house and saw my Aunt on the front porch waving at me. I turned down the mower and rode over to her. Closer, I now got a close-up of what she was wearing. She had on a MILFY blue-and-white tablecloth pattern plaid dress made of thick cloth that barely covered her shoulders, and was short enough to reveal most of her thick thighs. The chest had a modest V-cut that didn't reveal much cleavage, but caused her huge tits to visibly squish together, which gave me all sorts of excitement. The tightness of the dress revealed how thin and tight her midsection was, which further accentuated her bodacious hourglass figure and petite frame, and made her tits look even juicier and bigger. She had on some high heel flip flops, and her hair was pulled back down the middle, with the rest of her flowing hair flowing freely down the sides. She had on big, thick white hoops. This outfit made her the quintessential "MILF". 

"Hey Jojo!" 

I said with my voice almost breaking (I called her Aunt Jojo instead of Jobeth, something she started when I was a kid). 

"Hey sweetie! 

It's so good to have you home from college! 

You know I miss seeing you so much! 

And my gosh, I can definitely get used to having a handsome young man mowing my yard all summer haha," she quickly replied. 

"Oh please it's my pleasure; whatever it takes to get to hang out with you Jojo!" 

I yelled over the humming mower engine. 

She smiled and jokingly rolled her eyes before saying, 

"Oh please don't flatter your old Aunt, I know you're living the big college life now. I know you don't want to watch movies and sleep over with me like you did as a child!" 

I giggled and said back to her jokingly, 

"Oh, c'mon! You know I miss those times!" 

"I do too! How about after you're done you come inside for a beer?! I know beer after a day of yard work is soothing!" 

she enthusiastically exclaimed. 

"Hell yea I would!" I said back. 

"Drinking beer is one thing I have learned in college ahhaha!" 

"Okay, sweetie I'll see you when you're done!" 

I finished up within 5 minutes and walked up to the front door. I was kind of dirty from work but not filthy. I had on nothing but sneakers, commando basketball shorts, and an old work T-shirt. She greeted me at the door with a cute smile and said, 

"Jeez, honey. Why don't you just take the shirt off and leave it out here, I don't want the house getting dirty." 

She then reached up and gave my shoulder a squeeze. 

Following her suggestion, I threw it off, and caught her pondering my torso as I reestablished eye contact. 

"Now come give me a big hug already! It's been a year!" 

She invited. 

I lustfully smiled and went in for a hug. Her gargantuan, braless masterpieces smashed against my chest and quickly expanded their surface areas over my bare torso as we pulled in. I copped a deceitful horny grin as I looked at the wall behind her as we hugged. My dick sprang like a springboard, and was practically standing up by the time we disconnected. I awkwardly held my hands over it, hoping she wouldn't see as we walked to the kitchen and grabbed two beers and sat down at the kitchen table. Hypnotized, I waltzed behind her as I gazed at her hips and ass, her tits bouncing menacingly. 

We caught up and reminisced for about 30 minutes over a couple beers before I told her I needed to head home to finish my own yard. She seemed a bit reluctant to let me leave, keeping me in conversation for a few more minutes. 

Finally she asked, 

"So what do I owe you for the job again?" 

"Well, $50 I think is what you told my Dad, but I can't do that to my Aunt Jojo. The beer and company were well worth the work." I said gratuitously. 

She grabbed my forearm affectionately and grinned at me in the eyes, 

"Oh, Carson, you're such a sweetie. I'm so proud to see how polite and courteous my nephew has become. But you know I'm going to pay you!" 

I retorted, 

"No way! I won't let you. It's really my treat." 

She grabbed my arm harder and said, 

"Okay Mr. Smarty-pants I'll just have to sneak that money into your account somehow haha! You need anything else? Here take some beers home." 

"Just a hug Jojo. That's all I need." I said back to her. 

"Just a hug?! You're such a stand-up young man. Let's make it a good one at least." 

She pressed my hand against her face and pulled me in for another epic hug; this time holding me in long with her face pressed against my chest and rubbed my back. I soothed in her warm embrace, feeling her tits and breath against my bare chest, rubbing her back too. 

"I've missed you so much," she kept clamoring as we hugged, 

"why don't you just stay and shower off here? I'll cook you dinner sweetie." she begged. 

Again, my erection shot upwards pulsating with excitement, this time right into Jojo's lower stomach. The euphoria from her hug against my bare torso cut my thinking off and I just responded, 

"Mmmmm... just a hug Jojo, just a hug." 

She whispered, "okay sweetie, okay," and clenched me even more. 

My hands instinctively began to drop down her back as she pressed her face even harder into my chest, and began rubbing and squeezing my arms and sides. I pulled her tummy into mine, meaning my pulsating dick had to have been felt by her. She gripped my arms now and tilted her head up towards me, pressing her chin into my chest and looking up at my eyes. 

"Are you suuuuurrrreee, honey? Anything for my favorite nephew. Anything." she claimed. 

Humbly I said, "No, no jojo. It's my gift." 

She dropped one hand to my waist, and began slowly rubbing my thigh and said, "Well you know, my baby, that a hug has many variations." 

"L-L-L-ike W-W-What Jojo?" I answered nervously. 

"Like, you know, hugs with clothes, without clothes... Or maybe hugs using things other than our arms." she answered playfully. 

"I-I-I-I don't understand?" I said. 

"Can I show you?" she asked. 

"O-o-o-o kay?" I said. 

Then quicker than I realized what was happening, she dropped to her knees right in front of me, gripped my thighs, and looked up to me. 

"Here's a hug I think you will love..." she teased. 

She yanked my basketball shorts down by the waistband and dropped them to my ankles, causing my dick to springboard, pointing right at her face. She grabbed both of my thighs with her hands to brace herself as she examined my dick with a wide-eyed glance. Then like I never could have imagined, she looked up at me in the eyes with a smile and placed her lips around the head of my cock, and quickly created a sealed vacuum around it with her mouth, creating deep dimples on her face. She watched me emphatically as she went millimeter by millimeter down my cock, the suction of her warm, buttery mouth encapsulating my cock. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and threw my head back as I let out an involuntary, animalistic sex cry: 

"AGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh my g-god, oh my god!" 

I said as this happened. 

She wiggled her head until her lips touched the base of my cock, lodging my manhood all the way into her throat. Saliva spilled out of her mouth onto my nuts as she pulled away for another stroke. The intense stimulation caused me to curl my toes up to where I was only on my heels, causing me to fall back and lose balance. She forcefully held me into position as she slowly pulled her mouth off my cock, never breaking the seal her lips made around my girth. She gulped the saliva up and wiped it off her lips, then looked up at me as she rubbed my legs, my dick throbbing in front of her. 

"Does that feel okay, sweetie? Do you feel comfortable?" 

she asked with a grin. 

Comfortable didn't even come close to describing how I felt: the carpet under my feet, her hands caressing my legs, and my steel cock recovering from an unbelievable suck and throat sequence, all while the woman of my dreams kneeled below me, looking me deep in the eyes, and squishing her tits together. 

"Oh-oh Jojo, w-w-w-words can't even-" 

I was cut off involuntarily as she began to REALLY blow me like a champion, now bobbing her head back and forth, and side to side. "Ughhhhhhhhh!" is all I could vocalize as the sounds of suction and slobber, with her soft coos, filled the room. She cupped my balls gently with one hand while the other gripped my ass cheek, as she sucked me relentlessly from base to tip, refusing to break her vacuum seal around my lucky cock as she bobbed wildly. I felt like a Greek God, being pleased by my beautiful submissive fantasy woman; she made me feel like a man. Was this real? I opened my eyes and looked down at her as she labored on me, then reached out to grab her shoulders. Everything felt real, and realizing it was my Aunt Jobeth made it even realer. Briefly I came back to Planet Earth 

"Uh, H-Holy shit J-J-Jojo...we can't do this! This is wrong!" 

I said down to her. 

She pulled off my cock completely, and did her best to contain all the saliva created in her mouth in order to speak. 

"Okay. Fine. Have it your way. Walk out now if you want to, but for as long you stand here I'm not gonna stop." 

she said tauntingly. 

As I began to step away, she bobbled her head back onto my cock, locking my muscles again in pleasure as I threw my head back and moaned. After a few more heavenly sucks and blows she pulled back and giggled while making eye contact with me, 

"That's what I thought, mister. I know Daddy loves Mommy's blow job doesn't he? You just sit back and watch my boobs bounce as I treat you, young man." 

She grabbed my left thigh with her left hand and cupped my ballsack in her other hand as she labored my cock with a wondrous blowjob. She twisted her head side-to-side and bobbled her head as she worshipped my pulsating dick with her mouth. All I could do in my power was to hold my hands behind my back and moan like an old man as my Aunt worked my dick with her heavenly blowjob skills. Right here in my Aunt's kitchen standing naked, I actually had my Aunt on her knees delivering an almost mystical blowjob to me; her hands massaging my thighs and balls and pinching my nipples as her tits jiggled with each suck and pull, with me watching her tits and with her looking at me deeply in the eyes. You couldn't make this any better; it was better than my fantasies could have expected. All you could hear was my deep moans and the sound of her mouth slurping and sucking on my happy dick. My breathing got heavy as the intense pleasure of the blowjob began to spread to my whole body. I didn't want this to ever stop, but no man could withstand a suck and slobber fest like this. 

I grabbed her by the shoulder and said, 

"I can't take anymore Jojo... I'm going to explode!" 

She winked at me as she gave me one last tug and said, 

"I know just the thing." 

She undid her dress zipper and grabbed the bottom of her dress, and pulled it up over her head. It got caught on her tits and she began to struggle to get it off. Reacting slowly since I was mesmerized by what she was doing, I grabbed it and helped pull it off. Her tits pushed up as the garment pressed them together, and then fell gloriously back into place as the gown finally budged. I stared in disbelief as I viewed her tits for the first time. The enormity of them was ridiculous, and the ridiculous amount of squishy flesh within them made these tits monumental. She smiled and pressed them together as she saw the satisfaction on my face. 

"Is my stud ready for his next hug? I just know you'll love this one. Your dick is about to get hugged by these big juicy tits!" 

she teased me. 

"Y-y-yuss please, y-y-yes!" I replied. 

"This is how I reward my favorite nephew for all his hard work, is that okay?" 

she dirtily said. 

I smiled devilishly and said, 

"I can't think of any better compensation." 

"All that heat and labor... I just know Daddy wants to smash some huge titties after a hard day. Is that right Daddy?" 

She teased. 

"Oh, Daddy wants Mommy's big juicy tits!" 

I said lustfully. 

Now wearing nothing other than a blue bead necklace, a G-string, and heeled flip flops, she kneeled still perched on the chair cushion. Her knees pinned together on the cushion between my legs. She arched her back so I could get a better angle on her tits with my dick, and spit in-between them for lubrication. Using her hands, she wiggled her tits around my cock, which was now invisibly buried in-between her big juicy tits. This sent ripples of her warm soft tit flesh over my entire cock as she jiggled her tits around. 

She seductively smiled up at me and slowly shook her head at me while she cooed, 

"OOOOoooohhhhhh, Babyyyyyyyy... Yessssss... Yesss..." 

I gasped, unable to use my vocal chords after watching and feeling what was transpiring. My reflexes caused me to clinch my ass cheeks together and thrust forward into my Aunt's chest, causing me to unintentionally thrust through her tits, feeling every inch of her huge plush tits until the head of my cock poked out. 

She whispered soothingly to me, 

"Oooooohhh yea baby, that feels good doesn't it? 

Your Auntie's huge boobs caressing your young hard cock." 

No words can depict the feeling of those warm, plush melons, and the smooth fleshy skin engulfing my dick. I more or less went color blind; sent into a psychedelic state of sex by the feeling of my raw cock in such a lovely place. I replied with a soft but intense moan of satisfaction. 




My Aunt's Seduction



I am a 20 year old college student, home for the holidays. When I went off to school, my parents gave my room to my spinster Aunt Glenda. Glenda had moved back home to be close to her sister, who is my Mom.

Aunt Glenda always wore glasses and kept her hair in a severe bun. Her dress was always prim and proper, and I never thought twice about her sexually.

One night recently, I came home from a fight with my girlfriend. I suffered from major blue balls, and my frustration was at a boiling point.

Glenda was the only one home, and she was sitting in the family room with the lights off watching T.V.

"Tony, you're home early." Glenda looked puzzled.

"Aw, Aunt Glenda, Beth is being a bitch tonight." I huffed, as I sat down heavily right next to her.

Glenda was covered by a blanket, but appeared to be wearing only her nightgown beneath it.

I began to pour my heart out to her for half an hour, and the beers I was pounding down from the kitchen fridge loosened both my tongue and my moral compass.

As I spoke to her, she cooed understandingly, and gently stroked my arm in agreement.

My cock began to swell as I studied her serious sweet mouth, and finally I blurted it out.

"Aunt Glenda, I'm sorry, but why do girls give guys blue balls?"

As I said it, I gestured to the rising lump in my sweatpants.

"Bl-Blue Balls? I-I don't know what that means." she stammered through blushed cheeks.

"Here, I'll show you." I grimaced, as I fought to pull my fat cock free.

When the air hit my prick, it lurched obscenely in Glenda's direction, the purple crown smeared with a film of odorous, slimy pre-cum. My cock was throbbing for a solution, and I didn't care who was in the room.

"Tony, put-put that away. I don't want to know about such things." she flushed, but her eyes never left my cock as she sat up and the blanket dropped to the floor.

Glenda made a move to get up off the couch, but I grabbed her arm and sat her down.

"No." I said coldly. "You need to know what a mess I'm going to make."

I was slowly jacking my inflamed member now, and the only sounds in the room were Glenda's ragged breathing and the sticky squish of my wet, throbbing pole.

"C'mere," I whispered hoarsely, "get very close to it."

As I pulled her head down roughly onto my chest, her gown ripped open, letting her heaving, tiny tits become exposed.

Glenda moaned in protest, and tried to pull herself together and push up her glasses.

"No, Glenda. Quit being one of those girls. Stop resisting me. Now, open that gown again."

With my left hand, I yanked her tits out and roughly strummed her inflamed nipples. My right hand kept pumping my dick, and she actually bent closer, as if in a trance. The wetness of my administrations began beading up her glasses and glistening her cheeks. If I came now, she would be eating her nephew's seed.

"Oh, Tony," Glenda whispered almost too low to be heard, "my pussy is so wet."

"Start rubbing your clit." I demanded.

I roughly pushed my damp cock all over her face, knocking her glasses off and smearing her features with a hint of what was on the way.

"We shouldn't be doing this." she breathed. Her mouth opened in a vain attempt to get fed cock.

I teased her by pulling my dick away an inch, but still it bubbled and fritzed all over her prim features as I pumped away.

Glenda was now feverishly fingering herself, her gown lewdly sitting in a pile around her waist.

"Put your free hand on my ball sac." I wheezed through gritted teeth.

Glenda moaned and whimpered as she began to lap at the sauce on the head of my prick.

"Please, Tony. Make me eat it. Make me eat your cum tonight."

I now pushed just the head into her mouth and continued to pump.

"Jesus, you're a fucking whore, Auntie." I mumbled I felt my ball sac begin to boil over from her fevered squeezing.

"Mmmgh." she slurped out, as stringy strands of saliva and pre-cum started spilling into her now down swept hair.

"Fuck it, Glenda. I'm going to hose your tonsils with a month's worth of goop."

Glenda placed both hands flat on my stomach and started fucking her reddened face with nephew cock,down to it's eight inch root.

"Eat it, Auntie! Eat my syrup!"

I lifted my hips off the couch and pushed her head down violently as I erupted. She was no longer my aunt. Now, in this moment, she was a hot, wet cum dumpster.

"Aaaargh!" I bellowed, as wave after wave of thick, chunky ball batter splashed against the back of her sad, spinster throat.

Glenda had no choice but to gag, sputter, and ultimately swallow my spew. Wave after wave of forbidden seed coated her throat and filled her lonely belly.

I rose up on one knee and started banging her soppy wet puss with three fingers while still jizzing her mouth.

As I pulled free from her, Glenda started shaking with her own orgasm, babbling unintelligibly and burping up hot seed that spilled onto her inflamed chest. She sat there alternately crying and sobbing on the one hand, yet scooping up spilled cum from her tits with the other and trying to gobble it down again.

Long gone were the glasses, the hair bun, the high collared blouses. Glenda was my aunt, but from now on she was going to be my personal fuck toy as well.



My Aunt's Sex Tool



"Hey Aunt, hey Sonia, how's it going, it's been a long time since the last time I saw you two," I said as I finally arrived at my aunt's house.

"Hey Tommy, you look great, go ahead and make yourself at home," my aunt said as I laid my stuff in her guestroom.

My aunt and my cousin, Sonia, lived alone in a very nice upscale house, which they had acquired when my uncle died of a heart attack. My aunt was a very attractive lady, in her mid thirties, and my cousin Sonia was a very attractive teen.

My aunt was about 5'4, 110 lbs., she had short brown hair, brown eyes, nice firm ass, and a "B" cup tits. My cousin kind of resembled her but in a younger, more energetic version, she was 5'6, 112 lbs., she had long brunette hair, brown eyes, ass as nice as her mother's, and huge tits, about a "D" cup size. They were both very attractive ladies which had invited me to stay at their house when I decided to attend the local college.

I, on the other hand, was 6'1, 189 lbs., had short black hair, had a great body, as was expected of a football player (the reason I'm going to college), and had brown eyes. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend, of two years, when she got pissed off because I decided to attend college so far from home.

The first two days were kind of uncomfortable as I never really had anything to talk about to my aunt or my cousin, and I just sort of watched T.V. and went out at night to see the scene, which wasn't that great.

One other thing about my aunt, she is very strict, as to say, my cousin, Sonia, has no freedom, never had a boyfriend, and doesn't know much about sex. This was really a shame as Sonia was a very attractive young lady, who many guys asked out, but she always rejected from fear of what my aunt would do.

The third day at my aunt's turned out to be very awkward. I was going up to my room when Sonia suddenly called me from the kitchen, where she was drinking some soda, and asked me if she could talk to me about something very personal, and then when I said yes she made me promise to never tell another soul. The main reason she was probably telling me was because my aunt was out at the grocery store and she could finally talk to someone else.

"Tommy, this is real personal, and I trust you to never tell anyone, okay," Sonia said to reassure herself of what she was about to tell me.

"Yeah, sure Sonia, I promise, go ahead and tell me what's bugging you," I said to reassure her to open up to me.

"Well you see Tommy, ever since my dad died, my mom has kind of taken over my life, she doesn't let me do much, and she's taken away all my privacy," she said as she faced the floor.

"You gotta have some privacy, I mean I don't think my aunt could take away all your privacy," I asked.

"All of it Tommy, it's weird, I mean she makes me take showers with her, and when I take a bath, she takes a bath, she even had to be there when I change my tampons, and most of the time changes them for me," she said.

"Whoa, she is really getting into your life, you should tell her to back off," I said, trying to help her out, and also trying to cover up the erection I was getting from the idea of this two woman taking a shower together.

"That's not the worst of it, she even taught me to masturbate, she told me to do that whenever I had the urge to go see a boy, she even masturbates me sometimes, and worst of it, sometimes she comes into my room, while I'm asleep and starts to rub my vagina, I mean I tried to tell her, but she doesn't understand," she said as she continued to explain her dilema to me.

"That is the first time I've ever heard of that type of stuff, isn't that like incest or something, I mean you have to make her back off, oh man, that's my aunt," I said before my aunt walked into the kitchen with the groceries.

"Hey Tommy how's it going," my aunt said as she walked in. "Alright Aunt, you need some help," I answered.

"Sure, why don't you get that stuff, and Sonia, go ahead and put this stuff up," my aunt replied.

That was probably one of the most messed up things I've ever heard, yet kind of erotic. I really wasn't attracted to my aunt and cousin, but what my cousin had told me made me horny every time I thought about them two in the shower.

This wasn't the end of my weird experience at my aunt's house, the next time was while I was in the bathroom taking a shower. As I was taking a shower I suddenly noticed my aunt walk in with Sonia by her side, without knocking, with the full knowledge that I was there. I didn't notice them until my aunt spoke to me.

"Tommy, could you come out a moment," my aunt said.

"Oh man, oh, let me get a towel, what are you doing," I asked as I got a towel and got out of the shower.

"Tommy, as you know, here in my house I believe that we should be very close, and Sonia told me that she wished to learn why I didn't let her date guys, and I told her that I would as soon as she knew everything about sex, the bad and the good," my aunt explained to me.

"Well okay, but what the heck does that have to do with you barging in while I'm taking a shower," I asked my aunt.

"Actually Tommy, everything, you see, I wouldn't want to teach my beautiful Sonia with any man from the street, so I thought that you might be able to help us," she said.

"What, what are you insane, she's my cousin, I can't do that," I literally screamed to her.

"You know you want to do it Tommy, and if you still don't here is something that should convince you," she said as she took off her robe and Sonia's too.

That site immediately gave me and erection, the site of Sonia's huge bare tits, and her incredible shaved pussy, and then my aunt's nice perky tits and her nicely trimmed pussy.

"See, I knew you were attracted to us," she said as she looked at the huge bulge in my towel.

"But, but, your my relatives, that's wrong," I said as I tried to reason with her and myself, but for some reason I wanted to go along with it.

"Who cares, I know that you know about what Sonia and I do, and there's nothing wrong with us, so why don't you just agree and let us teach Sonia a few things," my aunt said as she knew that she had me right where she wanted, horny and half naked.

How could I refuse, I thought to myself, in front of my where two very attractive ladies, who wanted to use me as a learning tool in sex, how could I refuse, and I was also very horny, so I just agreeded and suddenly the notion of these two woman being relatives slipped my mind and sex overtook my mind.

"Well Tommy, I know you want to do it so lets start by taking that towel off," my aunt said as she grabbed my towel and pulled it off.

"Wow mom, it's so big and look at it, it's real hard," Sonia said as she stared at my dick,"It's also very hot," she said as she touched it.

"Yes Sonia, this is the penis, and it's purpose is to go into your vagina, and when it is rubbed or stimulated, it lets out a liquid, called semen," my aunt explained to Sonia.

"Eww, that pisses in your vagina," Sonia replied.

"No, it gives off a sticky white substance, which gets woman pregnant if they don't use birth control or if the man doesn't use a rubber glove, called a condom," my aunt explained.

"Oh I see, so it's just there to make kids, it can only go in the vagina," Sonia asked.

"Well it's purpose is to go in the vagina, but you see, you can put it in your mouth, and in your butt," my aunt answererd.

"Yuck, that's sick," Sonia replied.

"Well I think that's enough talking, Tommy I want you to show Sonia what that penis can do," my aunt told me.

"Wait mom, before he starts, I want to ask how he masturbates, you know how we stick fingers or vibrators in our pussy, I mean vagina, how do guys masturbate," Sonia asked my aunt.

"Well why don't we let Tommy show us," my aunt replied to me and Sonia.

I must admit, I was real turned on about jacking off for two girls, so I slowly started to rub my dick, and then suddenly Sonia interrupted and asked her mom," Mom can I rub his dick."

"Go ahead," my aunt responded.

Sonia then took my hand away and then took her small young hand and wrapped her fingers around the mid-section of my dick and slowly started to rub it. She was kind of tentative at first, but as she got the hang of it she started to rub my dick faster.

While Sonia did this my aunt started to rub her pussy, she was really into it, as Sonia rubbed my dick faster, she would finger her pussy more, and at one point had four fingers inside her pussy.

"OH, yeah, ohhh, uhhhh, that feels good," I managed to say as Sonia gave my a great hand job with her small delicate fingers.

"You like that Tommy, does that fell good, oh my, what's that coming from your penis, oh look, mom, what are you doing," Sonia said as I came in her hand and as she realized what her mom was doing.

"Oh, yeah, oh sorry, oh Sonia I just really got excited when I saw you masturbating Tommy, it makes me miss having sex with men, and oh that's semen, or sperm, that comes out of the man when he is excited enough," my aunt explained to Sonia as took her fingers out from her pussy.

"Oh, I see mom, look his penis is going down, why," Sonia asked my aunt.

"Well you see Sonia, (my aunt said as she grabbed my dick) when the penis has been satisfied, it returns to it's original size, which still isn't that bad on Tommy, and I think that's enough for now, we'll continue our lesson tonight," my aunt said as Sonia and her walked out of the restroom.

That whole thing was really great, but I still couldn't get over the fact that I was doing this with my cousin and my aunt. Damn, but the whole idea of being used as a sex ed. tool was great, so what the heck, I just waited for the night to come, and if I felt guilty after that, then I would stop doing it.

So I waited for the the night to come, but they didn't seem to come into my room or call me. When I went to check on them, I saw them in the living room just watching T.V., as though nothing had happened. I just gave up on them and went to sleep.

Then the unexpected happen, at about 2 in the morning, I suddenly saw Sonia and my aunt come into my room. I was kind of drowsy so I had to kind of rub my eyes before I realized that they both were half naked, they were only in their underwear.

"Hey Tommy, you ready for Sonia's next lesson," my aunt said as Sonia and her sat on my bed next to me.

"What, yeah, I guess, so what are you going to do," I said, still not really knowing what really was going on.

My aunt then stood up, made Sonia stand up too, then slipped the covers of my bed and me. She then sat back down and started to slip my boxers down.

"Oh yeah, just as I expected, morning wood," she said as she saw my hard on.

"Wow, look mom, it's huge, what are we going to do now," Sonia asked.

"Well Sonia, I think it's time you learned what to do with this penis," my aunt said with a devilish grin.

"Come here Sonia, now take off your bra, and show Tommy your nice breast so that he can get excited, and take off those panties cause that vagina of yours is finally going to get some action," my aunt told Sonia.

Sonia followed my aunt's instructions, unstrapped her bra, which made her tits bounce out, and then slipped off her panties, which already moist from my dick.

All this time I was still laying down on my bed, naked, with a huge hard on. Sonia stood there for a moment, looked at my dick, and slowly slipped her fingers to her pussy and started to rub it.

My aunt stopped Sonia and said,"You don't need to do that honey, you can have that penis, go ahead and get on top of Tommy, I think it would be better if you sat on his lap first, there you go, now slowly place your vagina over his penis, go ahead and get it with your hand if you want, there, and slowly slip it into your vagina, there you go, know start to come back down and then up again."

This was great, my cousin was sitting on my lap, bouncing up and down, fucking my. It felt great for my dick as her pussy had never taken anything bigger than a finger, and it was tight as heck.

"Oh mommy, this hurts, ohhhh, uhhhh, but it feels good, oh my, uuhhhh, ohhh, yeah," Sonia said as my dick dug deeper into her pussy.

"Uhhh, oh yeah Sonia, I love that pussy of yours, come on fuck me, uhhhh, ohhh," I said as my dick was being suffocated in Sonia's pussy.

My aunt then couldn't take it any longer, she slipped of her panties and took off her bra, then laid next to where I was fucking her daughter and started to finger herself as she heard our moans and saw as her virgin daughter was being fucked for the first time.

"Ohhhhh, yeahh, ohhhh, uhhhh, that feels gooood, oh yeah Tommy dig that dick of yours into my, uhhhhh, pus, uhhhh, syy," Sonia said as she had her first orgasm.

"Uhhhh, ohhh, I'm cumming, ohhhh," I said as her orgasm made me cum in her virgin pussy.

"UHhhhhh, ooooohhhh, yeahhhh," my aunt screamed as she too orgasmed.

Sonia slowly slipped her wet pussy from my dick and then laid down between my aunt and I. She was glowing from the whole session, and exhausted from her first fuck.

"Did you like that Sonia, Tommy sure is a great fucker," my aunt told Sonia.

"That was unbelievable, I felt great, I felt this rush in my while her pounded his penis in me, and when his cum filled my pussy, it was great," Sonia answered to her mother.

I just laid there naked next to these too great girls, knowing that this was going to be alright, as long as nobody found out.

We eventually went to sleep together, me in the middle of these two girls, and all three of us were naked. What else could I wish for. Yet the strangest thing happened at night, I was asleep and then my aunt was next to me, I was facing her, and she was facing the other way, her ass towards me, and somehow I got a hard on at night and my dick started to go into my aunt's asshole.

I guess she thought she was dreaming because instead of moving forward, she started to move back so that my dick could go into her asshole. She slowly started moaning as my dick made itself up in her asshole. By this time I was awake and taking full advantage of my aunt. I was incredible, she just moved back and forth and let my dick fuck her asshole.

I dick eventually made itself all the way up my aunt's asshole, and when it did she started to moan even louder and she started to move back and forth faster. All of my aunt's moaning woke up Sonia.

As Sonia woke up she was just stunned by what her mom was doing, and amazingly my aunt was still asleep. Sonia just looked on and fingered herself as she saw me fuck her mom's asshole.

As my aunt's ass got tighter I started to cum, this is when she finally woke up, when she felt my cum rum out of her asshole.

"Oh my god, I thought I was dreaming, oh my, Tommy, that was great, oh you should of woken me up, oh I thought it was all a dream, oh but that was still great, look at you Sonia, you liked that huh, well in the morning I'll let Tommy fuck you through your asshole, it's the best," my aunt said as she kind of realized what had just happened.

The next morning, as my aunt had promised, I fucked Sonia through her tiny asshole. She went through a lot of pain, especially at first, when my dick first itself up to her asshole, streching her asshole an amazing length.

"Oh, owwww, stop, ohhh, that's better ohhhhh, yeah Tommy," Sonia said as she got used to my dick.

She was as great as her mother, ass fuck wise. She rode my dick until I came and as the cum ran down her thighs she just smiled and signaled for her mom to come clean up. My aunt cleaned up Sonia, with her tounge, licking her thighs and her asshole, making Sonia orgasm.

I was used as a sex tool for these woman for my whole college stay, and loved every minute of it.



My Aunt's Tasty Panties



People seem to think I have a slow, if not, non-existent sex drive. I rarely speak of the topic &, at 21, am still a virgin by choice. What people have to say doesn't bother me much, every person is entitled to his or her opinion but behind the stern mask, there's a hidden demon waiting to be released. A demon who has an insatiable appetite for older women. Such desirable women exist in my family but a thing such as incest is completely wrong. After all they are of your blood but they are human just like yourself. It's a difficult situation to defuse. I for one wouldn't dare come on to one of my Aunts but I would, however, fulfill my fetishes surrounding it.

One such Aunt I have eyes for is my Aunt Lorna. She's a tall, voluptuous, 43 year old blonde who wears glasses from time to time. She isn't the sharpest tool in the drawer, in fact when she was younger she had a reputation for sleeping around. Whoring yourself around isn't respectable & is down right disgusting but I looked past that fact & figured so long as I didn't touch her, there would be no harm done to either side. Lorna recently moved back in with my grandparents, due to personal problems, so I see her whenever I decide to make an appearance. Most of the time I would go down just to swipe a new pair of panties for my collection or to snoop around in search of better masturbation material. One such occasion proved to be a little more adventurous then I originally planned.

It was a Saturday afternoon & was my Cousin's birthday. The special event was being held at my Grandparent's house, like most of them were. For the week prior, I was excited about going down. I hadn't seen my Aunts for quite some time & since it was skirt season I figured I would get many opportunities to sneak a few quick peeks. When I arrived, my Aunt Lorna was sitting on the porch greeting the family as they came. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing a white skirt & a tight black cotton shirt, so tight you could clearly see the outline of the bra she was wearing. If I hadn't trained to control my thoughts & "equipment" over the years, I would have undoubtedly burst right there. After saying hello, I quickly went inside before any lustful thoughts set in. Once inside I was greeted by the rest of the relatives who had already arrived.

For most of the afternoon I sat around making small talk with the relatives I rarely had the chance to see. They didn't seem overly joyed to see me but then again neither was I. It's kind of sad but my extended family is a bit dysfunctional. They only ever care about what you can do for them, only coming to family get together's to keep face. I figured if I could hold out until dinner, the rest of the evening would be set. I would make a visit to my Aunt Lorna's room & take it from there while everyone else would be preoccupied.

Dinner outside came & went. The tables were filled with cold-cuts, soups & other traditional family recipes. Although I love those kinds of dinners, it all lacked in comparison to what was to come. After having my fill, I began helping with the cleanup when out of the corner of my eye I noticed my Aunt coming down the stairs. Everything seemed to move in slow motion at that point. With every step her breasts bounced up & down while the air caught the corners of her skirt, waving it around in the wind. She must have caught me staring because our eyes met as she finished the last step, giving me this ice cold stare that spelt disaster. To my relief, Lorna just walked past me like it didn't even happen.

As I finished cleaning up, I was haunted by the event that just took place. My Aunt's ample breasts, the treasure hidden behind her white skirt & that stare. The stare was the part I kept playing back. It was so sexy & provocative especially with those glasses she wore. Women with glasses turn me right on & this was no exception. As I was moving along the table I felt something touch my groin area. A sudden surge of embarrassment ran through my body as I looked down to inspect the cause. To my surprise, my penis had become half erect, tenting my shorts. It was quite evident that my penis had grazed the edge of the table as I was cleaning. My only thought at that moment was to seek refuge inside the house & pray nobody notices the camp of rebel forces taking arms in my shorts.

I dropped what I was doing & stormed into the house. Luckily everyone was still outside because I had no idea how I would cope with such an embarrassing moment & with my whole family in attendance, it would only take but a few seconds before everyone knew. Grabbing my bulge in a feeble attempt to subdue it & doubly relieve the sensation, I ran upstairs in hopes of taming the beast that had arisen. However, the same floor as the bathroom housed my Aunt's room & of course, being insanely horny at the time I decided to step it up a notch by exploring her room.

My Aunt Lorna's room was a bit messy which I saw as an advantage. I couldn't afford to leave signs of me snooping around her room & with a room filled with clothes, books & other patches of disorder it would be infinitely easier covering those tracks. I quickly sat on her bed & broke open her panty drawer. I had been there a few times so I knew which drawers were which. The first thing I noticed was that she hadn't bought any new pairs of panties since the last time I was there, which was a bit of a let down. I kept rummaging through, searching for a perfect pair to entertain myself with. The smells, colours & different materials of the panties made me even more excited. I would only take one pair however, it was bad enough that I was stealing let alone taking something as personal as underwear. I kept searching until I finally came upon the perfect pair. They were silver in colour & shiny in the front & back. Undoubtedly my favourite style of panties. I reorganized the drawer as best as I could & bolted for the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me & began to lock it when I noticed that the lock had been broken off. "What luck!" I thought, but what were the chances of someone coming up within the next few minutes? I dismissed the idea of getting caught & loosened my shorts, letting them drop to the floor. My underwear had a small wet spot where my precum had been secreted. I couldn't wait to pull my penis out for some action. I brought the panties close to my face, rubbing the crouch area on my nose, envisioning my Aunt's scent & feel. With my other hand, I dug down into my underwear & pulled out my now fully erect penis. My penis is 7 & a bit inches long when standing at full attention, which is perfectly fine by me. Most people exaggerate their penis size but to what gain?

By now the feel of the panties on my face sent pulses down the length of my body, heightening the experience. I rubbed my penis with the free hand, occasionally reaching down to fondle my sack & stimulate the ticklish pubic areas. I could feel the humble beginnings of an orgasm building up while playing out a fantasy with my Aunt in mind. I let a deep but soft groan out in acceptance to my dirty & perverse thoughts. My Aunt's breasts bouncing & swaying with every step she took, the cold stare she gave me in disapproval while licking her crimson red lips all the while hiking up the sides of her skirt. I could almost feel the soft touch of her hand running across my face when I faintly heard a creaking on the stairs leading up to my floor. Someone was coming up the stairs. Displeased, I came out of my euphoric state, quickly scanning the area for possible escape routes. The only route would be out of the bathroom & confronting the intruder head on with panties in hand. I kept looking for another way when I noticed the green shower curtains.

The door knob began to twist & the door opened just as I leaped into the bathtub, sliding the curtains behind me. I quietly peaked through the left side to see who would enter. Lorna came into the bathroom with a confused look on her face. I guessed the look was caused by having to open the door only to find nobody inside. Usually you're supposed to knock before you enter but I guess she figured everyone was outside still & decided to come in regardless of the door's status. Lorna closed the door & undid the draw string on her skirt letting it fall to the floor. The sight of the g-string blew me away. Under that hot white skirt, she was wearing nothing more than a small piece of fabric. I almost said my thoughts aloud but caught myself before such a disastrous moment took place.

Lorna sat down on the toilet as I repositioned myself, trying to take advantage of this once in a lifetime situation. My hand was wrapped around my penis, trying to suppress the sexual urges that overcame me. Lorna shifted herself slightly but just enough to give me a full view of her pussy. I couldn't believe my eyes & neither could my mouth because just as that happened, I let out of a gasp loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. My face went beet red as my Aunt shot her gaze over to the shower curtains. I leaned back & stood absolutely still, hoping she would dismiss anything she had just heard. The toilet flushed & I let out a sigh of relief when the shower curtains flew aside, revealing a very stunned & half naked me. My Aunt's eyes darted about trying to make sense of the situation when suddenly she fixed her gaze on the item in my hand. It was the pair of panties I had temporarily borrowed from her drawer. A smirk widened across my Aunt's face as she looked up into my eyes.

"So I haven't been misplacing my panties after all. Instead we have a panty thief in our midst." Lorna said boring holes right into my eyes. 

All I could do at that moment was let out some guttural sound & try handing the panties back to my Aunt.

"Hmm, I think you can keep those. It seems like you'll have more fun with them than I will." Lorna laughed. 

I bent down to pull my pants up when my Aunt placed her hand on mine, signifying to stop. I looked at her in utter embarrassment for an answer to her actions but she just smirked & said, "I've seen the way you look at me. I think it's rather cute that you consider your Aunt a hottie."

Not only was I caught dead in my tracks but she knew what was happening the entire time. She asked me to step out of the tub & onto the floor. I figured that was it. I'd been caught & now I'd suffer the consequences.

"So what's going to happen?" I asked her. 

Lorna turned towards the bathroom door & tampered with the lock. "If you're going to lock a door, at least do it right." She remarked. 

Lorna swung back around, took my left hand & stuck the middle finger in her mouth, gently sucking & licking around the fingernail. My heart began racing as I fantasized where this was leading. Was this a taste of things to come?

Building up enough confidence to even breathe, I blurted, "What are you doing? This isn't right. Although I've dreamed about this I wouldn't be able to go through with such an act!" 

Lorna took my fingers out of her mouth. "Nobody said we had to have sex. How about a bit of friendly foreplay? We'll do each other a favor & I'll show you what to do." She giggled.

The idea didn't sound so bad. I wanted to stay a virgin so there was no way I'd engage in intercourse, especially with my Aunt. A bit of foreplay wouldn't hurt. Besides, in the back of my mind, I've always wanted something like this to happen & here's my chance. I nodded in agreement & she pulled our bodies together, leaning in to kiss me. She whispered, begging me to touch her, so I reached down under her skirt & used my index finger to caress the lips of her pussy through her skimpy panties. My cock was rock hard, harder than it's ever been. My Aunt slid one hand down my chest & into my underwear, grabbing the shaft of my penis. She rhythmically squeezed my cock, stroking it as she released while I continued to rub her lips. My other hand sprang to life, cupping my Aunt's right breast & began to softly massage it.

Lorna pulled away & brought me over to the sink where she hopped up & sat. She continued by pulling her skirt up to reveal her already moist G-string. 

"Hopefully you like what's for desert." Lorna joked, "Dive right in." 

I did just that. First I planted my face right into her groin area, tasting & licking the wet stain on my Aunt's panties. I couldn't contain myself. The aroma & taste sent me overboard. I pulled aside the panties & let my eyes feast upon my Aunt's beautiful pussy. Her pussy was lightly shaved & had a soft red complexion. I looked up at Lorna for some advice on where to start. 

"First focus on the length of the lips & then move over to the clitoris. Stay on the clit. Suck & lick gently at first then I'll tell you when to speed up." Lorna purred.

I let out a nice wad of spit & went right to work, moving my tongue up & down her juicy pussy lips. Lorna grabbed my head, moving her hands through my hair & pulling my face closer to her genitals. I stayed on those lips for a solid 5 minutes before she signaled to move on. Next was her clitoris. It seemed awfully big to me at first but I've only seen pictures on the net, so what do I know? After taking a quick examination of it, I pulled the lips apart & began to flick my tongue on the tip of her clit. Lorna moaned, which is always a good sign, so I continued the pace. Every so often I would place my mouth over top & suck back on the clit.

I continued my relentless assault of licks & sucks on her genitals while she moaned in ecstasy. Eight minutes had past before she told me to quicken my pace. I began to flick my tongue at double the speed while my Aunt started to grind her pussy, rhythmically, into my face. At that moment an idea sparked into my head. Why not insert a finger inside to see what happens? I took my index finger & methodically inserted it into my Aunt's seeping wet pussy. Lorna wailed in enjoyment, ramming my face back into her groin demanding me to keep eating. I slowed my tongue a bit to change the rhythm of our dance & to aid the movement of my inserted finger. I tickled the inside walls of my Aunt's pussy with my index finger every time I plunged it deep inside. Lorna showed no signs of disagreement so I stayed on target. Minutes flew by as we kept a more relaxed pace until Lorna broke the silence. 

"I'm gonna cum soon. Are you ready to taste it?" She asked. 

Me, not being one to turn anything down this day & still eating away, complied with a heavy moan. I decided to insert another finger into her pussy, adding to the thickness of the already overworked index finger. Lorna's breathing began to speed up, as did mine. I wanted to cum with her even if I couldn't, so I began to utter naughty phrases. Lorna seemed to love it, responding to every word I said. Suddenly time stopped. My Aunt froze, letting out a few gasps of breath & holding her breasts. A liquid blast of cum squirted right out of her pussy & all over my face & mouth. The salty taste of my Aunt's cum drove me nuts. I stood up, locking eyes with my Aunt & began pumping furiously on my still solid penis.

Everything that I had just experienced & the sight of my Aunt climaxing was enough to fuel my own orgasm. After her legs stopped shaking & the full weight of the orgasm wore off, Lorna hopped off the sink & onto the floor, positioning herself between my legs. 

"Since you know what I taste like, let me see how you taste!" Lorna begged while putting her glasses on. 

My breathing quickened & my strokes became harder. The muscles in my groin began to tighten as I let the orgasm take over. I held out for as long as I could before releasing an onslaught of hot cum all over my Aunt's beautiful face & glasses. I had been saving this load up for the entire week, knowing that I'd have the chance to unload today but who would have thought this would happen? My poor Aunt didn't even see it coming. She was literally covered in my white cum but didn't seem to mind. Lorna licked her lips & used her hand to scoop my cum into her mouth while I was enjoying the blissful sensation of what had just happened.

"Now you'll have something extra to go along with all those panties you have of mine." Lorna sarcastically said. "Here take these too as a keepsake." 

Lorna handed me her G-string that I had just licked clean. These panties would become my most prized possession & would undoubtedly never get washed but instead be stored in a sandwich bag for later viewing. We both looked at our watches to check how much time had past & surprisingly it was only 20 minutes. If people had realized either of us were missing for such a lengthy period of time, we would have had some explaining to do.

After we both cleaned up, I thanked her for the enlightening experience. She hinted at such a situation occurring again in the near future, knowing I would be more than happy to oblige. We both headed downstairs & I decided to take a different route so we wouldn't get caught with one another. Lorna headed for the backyard while I went for the kitchen to grab a sandwich bag. I didn't want to carry around my prized pair of panties in a pocket especially when they're still moist. Sealing the bag shut, I thought of the event that just took place & how lucky I was. Then I realized that I was holding my Aunt's panties & that she went outside without putting a new pair on. I figured she forgot but had a suspicion she had more in store for me before I left. So I headed back outside to see if I couldn't catch a few more glimpses of my Aunt's tasty pussy.

When I arrived back home after the party, I got the sudden urge to masturbate again but this time I had a few new items to help me out. Till this day, the vivid images of the wild time I spent with my Aunt in the bathroom plague me in my sleep. More often than not, I'll wake up with a full on erection that would need tending to all thanks to my Aunt Lorna. I can't wait for the next family get together & I know my Aunt Lorna can't either. Maybe this time she'll eat me instead?



My Aunty Kate



I've never really noticed how fucking hot my Aunty Kate looked. She has long dark hair, brown eyes and her body is quite a sight. It was a couple of weeks after her 40th birthday when I fucked her ...

I was at home watching TV when Aunty Kate rang up and asked if I wanted to come around. I had nothing else to do that day, and I was just sitting around, so I said sure. I drove around, and pulled into her driveway. Her house is almost a mansion, but not quite. My Uncle and little cousin were at the movies, so it was just me and my sexy Aunty, alone.

She invited me in. I sat at the kitchen table while she made some coffee. She had her hair up, and wore a pair of tight black pants and a tight floral blouse, which showed off her perfect shape and curves. I couldn't help but look. My cock was slowly getting hard thinking of fucking my beautiful Aunty. We sat around the table for a while, drinking our coffees and chatting away. After a while she asked what I wanted to do after I leave school. Jokingly, I said 'stripper', just for a laugh. She smiled at me, put her hand on my thigh and said she wondered if I had the right 'qualifications' for the job. By that time, I was so fucking horny, I really wanted to fuck her right there and then. I was feeling brave, so without thinking, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-erect cock. She sat there for a moment, looking a bit stunned. Then she looked at me, brought my head in closer and kissed me hard. I kissed back, amazed that my stupid idea to pull out my cock worked. She broke the kiss, and invited me upstairs to her bedroom.

Once we got upstairs to her room we kissed straight away. I closed the door, still kissing my sexy Aunt, and pulled down my pants and boxers. She broke the kiss, smiling at me, and slowly got down on her knees. My now hard cock was directly in front of her, ready for the taking. She grabbed a hold of it with one hand, opened her mouth and slowly slid the whole length into her hot mouth. Her lipstick left a mark at the base of my cock. She sucked it in and out of her mouth, stroking it with her hand and gently squeezing my balls. I was in heaven. 

My Aunty, whom I'd had fantasised about, was down on her knees in front of me, giving me a hot blowjob. I ran my hands through her hair, slowly fucking her mouth. I was about to fill her mouth with my load, when she slid my cock out of her mouth with a 'pop'. She stood up and undid the buttons on her tight blouse. She reached behind and unclipped her bra, letting her full tits free. Then she took off her pants, and slid her lace panties down to her ankles and kicked them off. She laid down on her neatly made bed, and reached underneath a pillow. Underneath was a long, purple coloured dildo, and she pulled it out. She looked at me and told me to just watch her. I stood looking with my rock hard cock as she placed the long dildo at the entrance to her pussy, and slowly pushed the head in. 

She let out a moan straight away, obviously already wet and horny from her cock teasing earlier. She stroked it in and out of her now wet pussy, taking more and more in with every stroke until it filled her up. She pulled her knees up to her chest and started jamming the dildo in and out, harder and faster. I watched, she looked so hot, her hair splayed out across the pillow, her beautiful tits bouncing with every stroke into her. She was moaning quite heavily and loudly now. The dildo thrusting into her was getting faster, and the look on her face meant she was about to cum. 

She jammed the dildo as far as it would go into her cumming pussy and threw her head back, cumming all over the long purple dildo inserted firmly inside her. I nearly came right there, but I wanted this to last a little longer, so I decided to hold off. She now laid flat on the bed, looking exhausted. I walked over to the bed and sat down. I kissed her hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth. I reached down and slowly pulled the dildo out of her cunt. Some of her cum ran out, leaving it on the bed sheets. The dildo was covered in the cum and pussy juices of my sexy Aunty Kate. I had to taste them. I licked the dildo clean, lapping up her sweet tasting fluids. She watched, smiling at me. She reached for my hard cock, sliding her hand up and down a few times. She got up off the bed and told me to lay down. 

My cock was sticking straight up in the air. She crawled back onto the bed, and straddling me, kneeled down onto my cock. I grabbed hold of her hips and helped her lower herself onto my cock. It felt so good to enter her, I forced her down hard, and she started bobbing up and down on my rock hard cock. Her eyes were closed, her hair down, and her full tits bouncing just a little. With one hand I reached up and gently squeezed one of her beautiful breasts, rubbing and squeezing her nipple. She seemed to like it, she moaned, telling me not to stop. I was ready to fill her up. I grabbed hold of her hips again, and starting pulling her forcefully down onto my cock. 

She threw her head back and moaned loudly, telling me to cum deep in your Aunty Kate. I pulled her down one last time and came, for what seemed like forever. She was still fucking me madly, and finally slammed down onto my hips. I felt her cum oozing with mine, surrounding my cock. We stayed like this for a few minutes, until she climbed off me and laid down next to me. My cock was covered in our mix of cum. She asked me if I liked fucking my Aunty Kate, and of course I said yes. I watched her get dressed, but she gave me her black lace panties as a memento. We both agreed to never tell anyone what happened. 

I still fuck my Aunty Kate every week.