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The Comfort of Auntie Sue

By: milfleglover



(The first in a possible series about young man and his sexy older aunt. Please comment and vote and we'll see about continuing!)

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Kyle sat listening to his grandmother's tirade, a mix of hurt, anger and frustration on his face. He'd been down this road before; his divorced parents had sent the boy to her as a way of diverting his attention from the ugliness of their split, one of the unfortunate side effects of which was the boy's behavior, stealing from his parents which they knew was a way of lashing out at them both.

Divorce is never easy on a child, no matter the age, it is said, and for Kyle, it was the worst time of all. As a 17 year old boy without many friends nor academic inclinations, he was at odds with himself and life in general, a shy, good-looking lad whose introvert ways troubled his parents. When he started stealing from them, they got into counseling, with and without him, but nothing seemed to work. 

So on the boy's 18th birthday, when it was clear he could make his own decisions, one of which would be to strike out on his own, they sent him to his maternal grandmother's house for a prolonged stay, hoping her love would set him back on a suitable path. He didn't mind, he loved his grandmother, who treated him, always, with kindness and compassion.

Eloise Anderson was a beautiful woman, and doting grandmother, who lived alone at 65, widowed for several years. But she was also stern, broaching no bad behavior on anyone's part, particularly her grandchildren, whom she adored and would do her best to give proper guidance to. She lived comfortably, set for life by her late husband's business, which she sold, and a sizable sum he'd left her. Kyle loved visiting her, loved the seaside home in which she lived, loved the freedom he felt there, and the ocean where he'd sit and stare for pensive hours on end.

Things had gone well, at first, when Kyle went to Granny El's house, as he called her. But then his brooding moodiness took hold, and Eloise would try to offset in caring doses of love and discipline. And that afternoon came when she came back from shopping to find $100 missing from her sock drawer she'd had stashed away.

She didn't want to accuse Kyle, but had no choice. No one else had access to the house, save for the cleaning people who hadn't been there for a week. So she sat the boy down, let the facts be known, and waited for an apology and return of the money, the former far more important to her than the later.

Kyle was hurt because in truth, he hadn't stolen the money, he never would from Granny El. She'd misplaced it, but wouldn't realize that until much later. For now, she was furious with him, and hurt, and her words, however carefully she tried to couch them in love and support, stung him to his core.

"Honestly, Kyle, I don't know what to say, you disappoint me so!" she cried out as he sat at the kitchen island, sullen and angry and unable to defend himself from someone so determined to hold her truth as absolute. "I've tried so hard, so terribly hard..."

And it went on and on, Kyle withdrawing, not speaking, until he couldn't take it anymore. He raced from the kitchen to his room, grabbed a backpack and realized he hadn't many clean clothes, just a pile of dirty stuff in the corner. Angrily, he stuffed what he could find into a backpack and made for the front door.

"Where are you going?" Eloise cried out.

"Anywhere but here," he growled. "I just need...to be alone...I dunno, maybe Auntie Sue's..."

That provided a measure of comfort to Eloise. Susan was her older sister by one year, also a widow, a pretty, thin silver-haired woman who lived a couple of miles away.

"Oh...OK...I guess that's..." Eloise stammered, hurt by his abandoning her but understanding why, and hoping her sister would provide him some comfort and guidance that she apparently could not.

She phoned her sister as Kyle stormed out, and they had a supportive talk, Susan more than understanding of the situation. She'd raised boys of her own, now grown and gone and providing her with grandchildren, and she would welcome young Kyle into her home. She loved the boy, but hadn't seen him for a few years, and it would be good to catch up and give the troubled teen a hopefully helpful change of scenery.

"It will be ok, El, it will, it will," Susan said soothingly to her kid sister. "He'll be fine here for a spell, just give it time, it will all work out."

And she waited for the boy, fixing up the spare room and changing her clothes, slipping into jean shorts and t-shirt on this warm summer early evening, and taking out a frozen casserole she'd made the week before, a quick dinner for the two of them. She was standing at the kitchen window when Kyle pulled into the yard in his battered car, smiling when she saw him get out. She couldn't help but notice he'd turned into a handsome young man, tall and lean, a great curly mop of blonde hair atop his head, the gait of an athlete as he loped toward the house, grinning when he saw his beloved Auntie Sue come out onto the porch to greet him.

"My God, you've grown, has it been that long?" she laughed, hugging him close as he dropped his bag to return the embrace.

"I guess so, it's been what, a couple of years?" he laughed, bending to tuck his head alongside hers, holding her close.

Too close, he suddenly thought, smelling her wonderful, clean scent, a mix of soap and shampoo and fresh-scrubbed skin. Terrible thoughts entered his mind he tried to shake away as he looked down her back to the marvelous little bubble ass he saw in her tight jean shorts. His cock started to stir, and he nervously broke the hug, holding her shoulders and smiling at her.

"You've evolved, young man!" she laughed, looking him up and down.

Her own thoughts, fleeting and forbidden, raced through her mind. Was the hug too long? Why had she felt a stirring inside her, a stirring she hadn't felt in years, not since her husband died, not since long before when anything resembling a sex life died. Was that...could that be...a bulge in his pants? No, she thought, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, no.

They went inside, chatting like old friends, catching up on family happenings and memories, skirting the elephant in the room, the reason Kyle was there. They ate the casserole on the deck, with candles flickering on the picnic table, Sue drinking her wine and Kyle his beer, which she initially was inclined not to give him, since it was technically illegal, but figuring it was a special occasion and the poor boy could use a little loosening up.

At the sink later, Kyle helpfully assisted his beloved Auntie Sue with the dishes, and the conversation continued easily and casually, but as the alcohol took hold, he couldn't help but notice the unusually sexy shape his old aunt was in. She was willowy and firm, her legs supple and hard, honed to good muscle tone by years of working out, a body lean and not at all the norm for a woman of 66.

And she, in her slightly inebriated state, noticed him. The boy had changed into silky running shorts that hugged his athletic bottom and legs, and there was that package again, she couldn't help but see as they now sat in the living room, chatting and drinking just a bit more. The outline of his penis was clearly visible in the dim lighting of the room, and she had to force herself to look away as they talked, and force those unholy thoughts from her mind.

On the TV, Sue had set it to one of the music stations, one playing old music, from her era. Her face brightened when she heard one song come on, as did Kyle's.

"Remember that? Oh, what's the name, what's the name..." Sue laughed, looking at him. "When you were little, I taught you how to dance with a girl, you were what, in elementary school, going to your first dance, and all nervous about it? Remember? I taught you?"

"I do, I do, Auntie Sue, God, that was fun," Kyle sighed, then impulsively standing before his aunt, holding out a hand and bowing. "May I? May I have this dance?"

And they danced, his arm around her, hand clasped in hers, a classic posture, standing apart and waltzing about the room, laughing, care free, with the grace of the young, a grace Sue had never left behind and one energized in the arms of her handsome young nephew. The song changed, jazzed up, and now they swung into the music, Kyle spinning off his laughing aunt, catching her hand and twirling her back to him, over and over, his front pressed to her back, arms around her middle, swaying to the music.

"Oh my, Kyle, you are such a fine dancer!" she laughed, trying not to realize how tightly he was pressed against her.

"And you as well, pretty lady!" he gushed, red faced, before twirling her away to continue their dance.

And then it ended, as he spun her back to him, face to face, looking down at her, his lips inches from hers, their uncertain eyes locked suddenly together, his arms around her slender hips, hers around his neck. Then together, almost instinctively, their faces met and kissed, an electric, meaningful kiss, lips locked together for not more than seconds but lasting a seeming lifetime, a palpable jolt of energy coursing between them. Sue felt herself moisten below and Kyle's cock hardened faster than it ever had before.

They broke, at once and together and stood apart, awkwardly, turning from each other, Sue nervously turning off the music and laughing to hide the clumsiness of the moment, picking up glass and bottle and trundling off to the kitchen.

"Oh, my, it's so late, after midnight!" she said, Kyle behind her, searching for something to say to make it all go away.

"Auntie Sue, I..."

"Shhhhh, shhhh," she said with a weak smile, turning to face him, stopping so suddenly he found himself perilously close to her pretty old face again. "It's nothing, nothing, you love your old aunt, you gave your old aunt a lovely kiss, that's all..."

"You're not old!" he said far too emphatically then softening, a frown on his face. "Not...old...at all!"

"That's very sweet, but time for bed, child," she giggled, happy for the compliment, uncertain how to take it. "It's been a long, trying day, Kyle, you need your sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday, we can do something special, go to the beach maybe..."

"That would be nice," he said, smiling.

Suddenly a vision of his sexy old aunt in a bathing suit flashed in his mind, likely one of those frumpy ones women her age wore, not at all revealing with one of those old-lady skirts hiding the butts. Even on her, that would look amazing, his imagination told him.

"If you've got any laundry to do, just throw it in the hamper in the bathroom, I'll do it sometime tomorrow," she said, as she snapped off the lights and he followed her into the dark.

They readied for bed in their rooms, and then coming into the hall to use to sole bathroom, Susan in a long, frilly negligee suited for her age, Kyle in a pair of boxer shorts. He saw her and went red in the face, standing aside to let her pass in the narrow space, she brushing by, averting her eyes.

"I won't be long, Kyle, I promise, just gotta brush my teeth," she said nervously, feeling the heat from his naked chest warm her on passing.

"I'm sorry," he said, backing into his room. "I didn't know you were out here, or I would've worn...I would've..."

"Don't be silly, Kyle, I changed your diapers when you were a baby!" she laughed.

She went inside, brushed her teeth, and relieving herself. She opened the hamper to toss some of her exercise clothes inside. There lay a mound of Kyle's clothing. And underwear. She looked at the door, knowing he was waiting. Her hand tentatively fished inside the hamper, and came out with a pair of his boxers. She held them to her nose.

It hit her at once, this unsuspected orgasm, small, slight, sending a shiver throughout her body. She felt immense shame - and balled the garment up, hiding it under her gown before stepping into the hallway.

"Good night, sweet boy," she said, trying to hide her blushing face from him as she darted to her room.

Kyle followed the same ritual, brushing his teeth, peeing, and the spying the laundry basket, flipped it open. There were the sweaty work-out clothes of his beloved aunt, worn and welcoming. As ashamed as he'd ever been, he lifted a pair of damp panties and sweat socks, lifting them to his nose. The stench was overpowering and alluring and his cock went rock hard in his boxers. He started to stroke himself, the wad of wet clothes at his face, but then thought better of it, peeking out into the hallway and making his way to his room.

In their respective rooms, embraced in their respective shame and longing, boy and aunt played with themselves, Kyle wantonly sucking on the acrid, sweaty socks and stained underwear, savoring the forbidden flavor as he pounded his urgent cock, Susan mashing the boy's boxers to her face, inhaling his scent and madly fingering her hairy pussy.

Boys being boys, he finished first, after putting one sock the length of his cock and grunting as he worked his cock, jetting a thick load into the already damp material, then shamefully pulling his aunt's panties and other sock from his mouth, the taste lingering, leaving him hard.

He lay, panting in the dark, and heard the faint moans from the room next to his. He got up, stole down the hall to re-deposit the soiled underthings of his fantasy back in the hamper, and very quietly, positioned himself at her door.

It was an old house and as such, door frames were somewhat out of whack. Susan's was, and never quite shut all the way. Through the crack, slender but accommodating, Kyle peered into the near dark, the bed and his lusty aunt bathed in just enough light from the moon to see. She lay there, Kyle's underwear to her face, legs spread. And her fingers working into the hairiest pussy Kyle had ever seen. His cock, already stiff, grew harder still and he stroked it again, watching her fingers dance in her sex, the wet, squishy sound they made making him hornier than he'd ever been in his young life.

They came together shortly thereafter, Susan thrashing on the bed, stifling her moans by stuffing Kyle's underwear inside her mouth, four fingers flashing in and out of that hirsute, wet patch between her marvelously saggy thighs, and Kyle in his free hand, grunting as quietly as possible, lobbing a thick, creamy load into his palm. Both were in a state of disbelief at what they were doing, experience some other-wordly feel about the whole thing, but then post-orgasm clarity brought them to their somewhat groggy senses. 

Kyle backed away, watching his aunt's thighs close and her lying still, chest rising and falling, her wrinkled cleavage warm and inviting. He went into the bathroom, fished out the sock he'd cum in and wiped his load there. He froze when he heard footsteps.

"Kyle?" 

"Uh, yeah, Auntie Sue, just be a second," he stammered nervously, discarding the quick notion he'd had about rinsing the sock clean and just putting it back where he'd found it. "Almost done."

In the blur of the moments leading to his discovery of her dirty panties and socks, he had noticed they'd been adjacent to a pair of his boxer shorts, and his mind had raced with the concept of them being so close together, garments worn over their respective genitalia, thinking how sexy that was. Now, he noticed the boxers were gone. He looked deeper in his mound of clothes and could not find them.

"No way," he thought to himself. "No fucking way..."

He shut the lid, washed his palm clean, flushed the toilet to cover his tracks and opened the door just as his aunt was peeking out of her room, apparently having tucked herself back in so Kyle wouldn't see her holding his underwear.

"G'night, honey," she said sweetly. "Just gotta go myself..."

He walked by, smiling weakly, retreating to his room. Susan waited, then went to the bathroom, peed and took Kyle's underwear out from under her nightie, flushing the toilet and lifting the hamper lid. She dropped it inside, and noticed her sweat socks, one in particular, absolutely soaked. It was wet from her sweat before, but looked sodden and heavy next to the other, drier one. She lifted it up, felt its heft in her trembling hand, and brought it tentatively to her face.

She knew the smell of sperm; she'd raised her own boys, and would often find their used towels in their room, hiding away, knowing what they were for. And she'd performed enough oral sex in her life, though not nearly enough for her liking, and was familiar with the scent - and the taste. This sock before her face now reeked of that bleachy aroma of fresh sperm and her pussy came alive again as she inhaled the vapor. She brought it closer, turned it inside out. Clumps of still-warm spunk lay there, teasingly, invitingly. She at once knew what had happened and it thrilled and ashamed her to her very sexual core.

"Naughty, naughty boy," she said to herself, caught up in something unimaginable as she looked at the glistening fluid. "Dear God, naughty, naughty me..."

She couldn't help herself, nor did she want to, as she opened her softly puckered mouth and inserted the wet sock inside, reveling in the texture, the taste, the smell, licking it clean, running the cum around her teeth and gums, gulping it down. She almost didn't notice, until she found herself weak in the knees and suddenly gripping the bathroom sink for balance, that she'd had an orgasm while doing it.

She pulled the sock from her mouth, and with the taste burning in her mouth, returned it to the pile, closing the lid, shutting the light and walking gently to her room, by Kyle's door, wondering, wishing and wanting.

The next day would come soon, bringing with it, neither one knew. Nor could they sleep waiting for it...

The Comfort of Auntie Sue Ch. 02



Kyle didn't sleep much that night.

Nor did his beloved Auntie Sue, a marvelously sexy 66-year-old woman with whom he'd taken refuge, after fighting with his grandmother, Sue's sister, about misplaced money. The pair had a lovely evening of conversation, food, cocktails and even a little dancing.

And that's where the trouble began, trouble neither saw coming, trouble defined as a closeness between aunt and nephew bordering on the sexual. A tight embrace in dancing led to an unexpected stolen kiss, leading to confusion, and unrelenting want, on both sides of their generational divide.

They'd gone to bed in their rooms, but with shame and lust gripping them both separately, had found each other's soiled under-things in the bathroom, had their way with them, experiencing shatteringly wonderful orgasms as they lay in their own darkness.

It all led to a restless night for both, uncertain what the new day would bring. 

Kyle woke to the smell of coffee, and slight clattering in the kitchen, where Sue set about making pancakes, the boy's favorite breakfast. He listened and wondered and questioned himself. They'd both had a good deal to drink the night before. He hoped she'd forgotten what happened. And at the same time prayed she had not.

Sue had woken earlier, quietly looking in on her handsome nephew, the taste of his cum still in her mouth from the sock, her sock, one she'd sucked clean of his sperm hours earlier, a sock the boy had used to relieve himself in. He lay peacefully, the thin sheet covering him and clinging to his muscular young body, outlining his form and between his thighs, the cock she'd dreamed about during her fitful slumber.

"What am I doing, what the hell am I doing?" she thought to herself, closing the door and trying to ignore the tingling in her loins.

She went into the kitchen, still in her non-descript, age-appropriate frilly negligee that revealed a hint of wrinkled cleavage at the top, and covered most of her long, solid, tanned legs below, shuffling along in flip flops she'd slipped into. It was nothing that could possibly excite a young man, she thought, but then again, never in a million years had she thought her dirty panties and sweat socks would either.

She walked back to her room as the coffee burbled and slipped into a mid-thigh pair of white shorts and a tight white t-shirt, all that white offsetting her marvelous tan, feeling naughty and energized as she did. 

Kyle pulled on a pair of sweat pants, and on top a shirt bearing the logo of the local college his parents had hoped he would attend after high school, not quietly expressing their disappointment that he did not. He took a deep breath and stepped into the hall, walking to the kitchen.

At that precise moment, Sue bent over to pick up a fork she'd dropped, and the first thing Kyle's wide eyes saw were the backs of his aunt's long, supple legs. The tanned skin had pulled tight, her usually somewhat saggy hamstring muscles taut and sinewy, her calves solid and shapely, and above it all, just the tiniest hint of a curvy white ass peeking out from her panties just below the hem of her shorts gone shorter as she stooped at the waist.

His dick ached at the sight, despite the ball-wrenching orgasms he had the night before, smelling her, tasting her by proxy through panties and socks. She straightened up, legs now relaxed and loose, returning to their slightly sagging state but no less sexy state. She saw him, turned and smiled.

"Just in time!" she said brightly, pouring him a coffee on the counter in the kitchen's middle that separated it from a cozy little breakfast nook. "Made you pancakes, your favorite!"

"Thanks Auntie Sue," he said with a weak smile, shuffling to her to give her a loving kiss on her silver-haired head, the hair pulled back in a ponytail, revealing the sexiest neck Kyle had ever seen on an older woman, a fold of wrinkled, succulent flesh. "Thanks..."

They sat and ate, making mindless small talk of the weather, of the beach visit she'd promised the night before, anything but the elephant in the room. Then, with a sudden surge toward maturity, Kyle brought it out into the open, stomach churning with doubt.

"About last night, Auntie Sue...the dancing...the, uh..." he said nervously, sitting across from her at the counter, trying not to look into her soft brown eyes.

Her hands stretched out to cover his. He looked down at the old fingers, the tops of her hand delicately marked with age spots that somehow looked so alluring to him, fingers that he imagined wrapped around the cock now in full flower hidden below the counter.

"Kyle, Kyle, don't worry, it was nothing!" she laughed, trying to believe her words. "A kiss, a little kiss, you made me feel so good, so young, so alive, but it was nothing, nothing at all...please, don't worry about it. You love your old aunt and I love you, a sign of affection, that's all, that's all..."

He looked up to those warm eyes, crow's feet crinkling the corners, that soft pucker of wrinkles around her lips, that gloriously sagging flesh of her neck below her chin. He wanted to kiss her again, with meaning, deep and wet, lick and suck at her weathered flesh, and prayed the longing in his eyes wouldn't give him away.

And Sue thought the same thing as she gently worked her fingers on his hands, massaging them, marveling at the soft feel of his young flesh. There was awkward silence that went on too long, and, both feared, betrayed their true feelings.

"OK, OK, whatever you say, Auntie Sue," Kyle finally said, shattering the awful stillness, using a little-boy-caught voice that made her giggle.

"More pancakes?" she said, taking his plate and going to the stove, Kyle's eyes glued to that little butt outlined in her shorts, those thin but very shapely legs below, calves knotting in freckled balls of tanned flesh as she walked.

"Sure, you know me and pancakes," he laughed.

They ate, chatted some more, made plans. Together they made sandwiches for the beach a short walk down the road from Sue's house. Kyle went to change, pulling on a long, baggy bathing suit and t-shirt, and Sue into a bright yellow one piece, with requisite little granny skirt in front, befitting a woman of 66 years.

Sixty-six years. She thought of her age as she dressed, looking into her mirror. Sixty-six years. She thought of how long in those later years she'd gone without sex, her husband long gone, whatever semblance of a sex life they'd had drying up years before. There hadn't been a need, she thought, nor opportunity. Looking at her body, she smiled. It was a good body, she thought, well preserved, lean, fit. She worked at keeping it that way but never noticed anyone noticing it.

Until last night. Until the kiss. Until she felt a flush of excitement she hadn't felt in too many years. Kyle noticed, she thought, and now almost without thinking about it, she tugged off her suit and found another, a revealing and tight white one piece, cut low atop and high on her solid thighs, offering a teasing glimpse of her ass. She looked down and saw the tiniest curls of her unshaven pubic area peeking out from the snug crotch. She tucked them in, felt wetness within as she did, and thought of Kyle. She smiled, almost unwittingly.

She pulled a modest cover-up over her suit, short, gauzy, revealing, and stepped into the kitchen, where Kyle waited, wearing sunglasses. That was a good thing, he thought, as his eyes popped wide as she turned the corner, a vision of elderly sexiness he never thought possible, or thought of at all until last night.

"How do I look?" she said brightly, spinning around in a girlish pose.

"Amazing," he said with too much enthusiasm, reining it in a bit and adding, "Uh, you look great, Auntie Sue, you really do..."

They gathered up the cooler and towels, picked up beach chairs in her garage, and walked, laughing, to the beach a quarter mile or so away. Every so often Kyle would lag a bit, just to catch a glimpse of his aunt's muscular old legs, getting more muscular with the walk, her flip flops slapping at the soles of feet he suddenly had the urge to lick.

They took a place at the far end of the small beach in the small town where everyone knew everyone else. Today was no exception. As they lounged in the sand, people, all of them Sue's age, would wander over to say hello, catch up on things. They'd marvel at how big her nephew had become. Sue drank it in proudly, marveling at the same thing.

They splashed in the water when it got hot, enjoyed snacks and drink back in the sand. About 100 yards off shore was a raft, popular with local youth. It was a quiet day for a Saturday, and no one was lounging on the raft.

"Think I may take a swim out there," Kyle said, nodding to the raft. 

"I may go with you," Sue said impulsively, standing beside him stretching, Kyle's sidelong glance drawn to the slender woman's body pulled tight.

"Seriously?" he laughed. "Auntie Sue, it's a haul out there. I mean, I don't mean..."

"That I'm too old?" she laughed, waltzing backwards toward the water, bouncing up and down as she did, that wrinkled cleavage jiggling. 

"No, no, it's not that, it's just..."

"Race ya!" she laughed. "You forget I was on my school swim team, oh about 100 years ago!"

She knifed into the water and came up, silver hair slick against her head, and took off. Kyle shrugged and dove in, swimming effortlessly under water, eyes open, watching those amazing legs scissor kick their way toward the raft. He pulled up beside her and they kept up with each other as they neared the raft. Kyle slowed, letting her get ahead and she reached the raft, pulling herself onto it, body glistening. The seat of her one piece rode up, revealing a generous patch of white fleshy ass. Kyle tread water, willing his cock to deflate.

"No fair letting me win!!" she laughed. "C'mon up."

He did, slowly, bent over and quickly sitting, legs over the side, his stiff cock running down one thigh, hidden in the baggy suit. She sat next to him, and they talked and laughed, watching the people on the beach far away.

"Hey, remember when you were little and I'd bring you out to the raft, and give you a shoulder ride?" she suddenly said, voice warming to the fond recollection. "Remember that?"

"Yeah, I do," he smiled. "You'd walk me around on the raft and then jump in the water! God, that was scary for a little kid."

Without realizing she was saying it, she said, "Let's do it again! For old time's sake!"

"Auntie Sue, I'm a little too big for that, doncha think?" Kyle laughed.

"No, silly, I meant me on you!" she said, slapping him on the thigh down which ran his cock, which was deflating until the moment her wet hand touched him. "Me, I ride your shoulders, then you jump us in!"

The thought hit Kyle the second she said it. Shoulder riding him would put her crotch against the back of his head, her soft thighs brushing his face as she sat astride him. His cock showed no signs of going anywhere but up at the thought it.

"No, c'mon, Auntie Sue, that's just silly," he said, gulping, looking away and laughing weakly.

She sensed his discomfort and couldn't stop feeding it.

"Chicken?" she teased, leaning over to bump shoulders with him and then standing up next to him, her hands under her armpits and making wing motions with her arms. "Chicken? Cluck-cluck-cluck? Chicken?"

He looked to the side, at the sexy old thigh inches from his face, wondering what it would feel like against his face. He looked down, his aunt's gnarled foot wiggling as she stood, tendons dancing under the skin, wondering what those slender sexy toes would taste like in his mouth.

And suddenly, her feet were in front of him, her thighs around his face. Like a small child eager to get her way, his sexy elderly aunt had straddled his shoulders, bending his head forward. Her feet were planted on either side of his legs and she laughed, grabbing his head in both hands.

"Auntie Sue!" he cried, eyes darting left to right, drinking in the sight of those incredibly sexy, tanned thighs now brushing his cheeks. "What the hell?"

"Stand up," she found herself saying a touch darkly. "C'mon, chicken boy, stand up! S'matter, little old Auntie Sue too heavy for ya?"

He could have scrambled out of her legs, dove into the water, laughed it off. But he didn't. He stood up, struggling at first, tilting backwards and then getting to his feet, Auntie Sue firmly on his shoulders, her feet hooked behind his slender middle, the motion bringing her thighs that much tighter on the sides of his face.

"Giddyap!" she laughed, twisting her hips.

He obliged, riding her around the raft, marveling at the sweet softness of those thighs around his face, flared out as they flattened on his shoulders. He was thankful she was above him, unable to see the raging hard on her thighs were causing him.

He trotted her around the raft, his hands now cupping the tops of those thighs for balance, the flesh warm and wet and silky, feeling her woman heat embracing the back of his head. She enjoyed the ride, laughing, until she realized how incredibly good it felt. Slowly, she moved a bit forward, her crotch now firm on the back of his skull. She got wet from the contact and didn't want it to end, but decorum won out.

"Uh...into the water, my horsey, my noble steed!" she weakly warbled, trying to ignore the mounting moistness in her long-neglected pussy.

He happily obliged, hoping the chilly water would soften his cock, and leaped in feet first. They plunged under and came back up. With his aunt's thighs still on his shoulders. She leaned back against the raft, tilting her legs out, allowing Kyle's sputtering head to surface.

"Auntie Sue, lemme go!" he cried.

Almost instinctively, she closed her thighs around his face, locking her calves together, feet entwined, and squeezed. All those years of running and working out were in clear evidence now as she looked down the length of her legs, watching her thighs bulge and ripple with muscle beneath the tanned skin. With a mischievous giggle, she squeezed harder making Kyle moan. Neither were certain if it was a moan of pain or pleasure.

"C'mon Auntie Sue, enough's enough," he said weakly, pawing at the thighs clamped around his ears and face, putting up token resistance, not wanting her to stop at all.

"Gotcha now, sunshine," she said, that darkness returning to her voice, intensifying into a dominance she didn't know she possessed. "This old lady's got some pretty strong legs, doesn't she?"

Kyle groaned, hands gliding over the slippery scissoring flesh of his sexy aunt's shiny thighs.

"I said," she snarled, squeezing harder, the inner thighs slowing the blood to Kyle's brain, making him dizzy, "Doesn't she?"

"Yes...oh God yes...Auntie, please!"

She laughed and let him go, pulling herself up to sit on the top rung of the raft's ladder, playfully kicking her feet, splashing Kyle as he tried to come close. She laughed, and he slapped at her feet, and they were like two little kids doing what kids do best, torment each other.

"Oh, God, I need a new pedicure, my toes are awful!" she said suddenly, striking her legs out straight and right in front of Kyle's face as he tread water before her.

He'd never had a thing for feet. But neither he a thing for older women relatives until the other night. Now, staring at the deliciously wrinkled soles of Auntie Sue, as she extended her legs and curled her toes down to show him, soles crinkling into a wet, inviting patchwork of flesh, his cock was on the verge of exploding in his suit. He was so glad he was in the water.

"Uh, OK, if you say so," he responded with a weak smile, spitting a mouthful of water at those feet and wanting nothing more than to swim up and suckle them and each delightful bony old toe.

He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he suddenly grabbed her feet in both hands, fingers cupped over the insteps, thumbs on those sexy wrinkled soles, and tried to pull her off the ladder. She yelped and resisted, and he laughed and tried just hard enough to make it interesting, and to keep his hands on her feet.

"Kyle, you stop that right now!" she laughed with mock anger.

He surged forward, holding onto her feet, his face now less than in inch away. He had no plan B. He just stared at them as she giggled and wiggled her toes. She held her heels together, and spread the tops apart, looking at his goofy face through the V.

"Bad boy!" she said, suddenly slapping his face with each wet foot, stinging one cheek and then the other, back and forth, as the boy just stayed there, unmoving, the smile that was on his face now gone, replaced by a faraway, dreamy look.

He couldn't believe his luck. First, he was sandwiched between his aunt's amazing thighs and squeezed, now she was slapping playfully at his face with those sexy old, wrinkled feet. His cock positively ached in the cold water. He watched them come at him, eyes fixed on her soles, waiting for it, wanting more, wanting those feet around him, devouring him.

And magically, his wish was realized. With a mischievous smile, Sue stopped slapping and now stretched her legs out further, scooting her feet around the sides of Kyle's neck, crossing the toes behind his head, squeezing him in her ankles. Kyle moaned and impossibly, felt his cock stiffen all the more.

"Gotcha again!" she hissed with that dark smile. "Let's see if I can hold you up, and test my abdominals! I work out a lot, I'm in pretty good shape for an old broad!"

Kyle could only groan and revel in the feel of her slender ankles compressing his neck, making him dizzy as her thighs had before. And then it got better, as Auntie Sue slowly, almost gently, worked her legs back, Kyle's head coming forward, until his neck was locked in the embrace of his sexy aunt's meaty old calves.

"Wow...Aunt Sue...your legs are pretty damn strong!" Kyle said with a weak laugh, weak not because of the squeezing calves scissoring his neck but the sensation of flesh on flesh, old on young, and looking up the swell of her thighs to her crotch.

That's when he saw them. The tiniest of pubic hairs, curling outward of the sides of her suit, the ones she'd tucked in earlier and were now poking free again. He cupped his trembling hands up over her shins as she held him up in the water, smiling down at him.

"Yeah, this is easy!" she laughed, pulsating her fleshy calves, tensing the muscle under the glistening skin.

He couldn't stand it anymore. One hand slipped off her shin, underwater into his suit. 

He worked his cock as quickly as possible, staring up the length of his aunt's powerful thighs and into her crotch, where wet strands of pussy hair poked from her suit and plastered to her legs. He smiled at her smiling at him, now pulling his cock out of the leg of his shorts and stroking it, hoping she wouldn't notice.

And she wouldn't have, had it not been for the sexual tension between them. She looked at his right shoulder, muscular and sinewy, and noticed the slight tensing and flexing of it. She knew he was jerking off, had to be, setting her mind racing at the thought, her pussy going wetter still.

"My calves are pretty strong, huh?" she heard herself saying, playfully tensing them harder, squeezing his neck, loving his moaned response. "Can ya take it, Kyle? Can ya take the pressure?"

"Not...not that bad..." he groaned, hand stroking his cock faster, harder, more urgently, trying not to give himself away.

"Oh really?" she said, impulsively working his neck up higher in her squeezing old legs until she'd worked her lower thighs around him, her body tilted back, hands gripping the raft's ladder, folding her locked calves down on his back, drawing his astonished face closer to her loins. "My thighs are pretty strong too, aren't they?"




The Comfort of Auntie Sue Ch. 02



She couldn't believe what she was doing, knowing what he was. Suddenly, she saw his eyelids flutter and she knew he was coming and squeezed just a bit harder, knowing she should stop but unable to do it. 

The sensation of her powerful tanned thighs quivering against his neck, the sight of that wet pussy hair just inches from his face, quickly put the boy over the top. He came harder than he did in her under things the other night and with all his concentration tried not to make a sound nor let his fluttering eyes give him away.

She knew, of course, from those eyes, his tensing shoulder and from the tremble of his orgasm, trembles racking his body up to the neck she had firm in her lusty thighs. She smiled at him and he smiled weakly back at her as he finished, wondering where the jetting spew would end up and took perverse pleasure in hoping it would drift up to touch the backs of her crushing thighs.

He finished and hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his suit, moving his hand back up to cup her thigh as she finally released him from her scissor hold, pulling herself back up onto the raft. His cock now somewhat softer but not totally, Kyle clambered back onto the raft, sitting in the waning sun with his aunt, chattering away as if nothing had happened, each with their own thoughts of precisely what had. The thoughts consumed them even as they tried to ignore them.

"We should get back in, it's getting chilly," she said, standing up and looking toward the beach. "Is that...it is, it's my sister!"

There on the beach stood Eloise, Kyle's grandmother, arms crossed to ward off the gathering sunset chill. She'd come to the beach looking for them and had watched for the last few minutes as they played on the raft, uncomfortably so as her sister seemingly took her grandson's head in her legs and held him there. She wondered, but chased the unpleasant, unlikely thoughts from her mind. They were just having fun, that's all, and in her heart she loved seeing them enjoying themselves.

But still she wondered things she did not wish to wonder.

Kyle and Sue dove into the water, swimming to shore, Kyle again ducking beneath the surface to catch glimpses of his aunt's amazing legs kicking smoothly, her little white butt clearly showing as her suit rode up between those cheeks. They finally made it to shore, where Eloise greeted them with a weak smile.

"I'm so sorry to bother you guys, but I was just...just wondering if everything's OK," she said as Sue and Kyle wrapped themselves in beach towels.

"Everything's great, sis, we're having a wonderful time just hanging out," Sue smiled, walking to give her sister a hug. 

"Kyle, I...I...I'm so sorry, honey, but I found that money, I'd forgotten where I'd put it, and feel so bad about accusing you...," she said, eyes watering as she looked at the boy and his distant body language. "Please..can you forgive me?"

"Yeah, sure, Grandma, whatever you say," he said gruffly, looking anywhere but at his embarrassed grandmother. "No big deal..."

"But it is, honey, I feel so ashamed!" she blurted.

Sue took her aside, putting an arm around her kid sister, walking her down the beach a bit as Kyle gathered up their stuff.

"El, don't worry about it, the kid's just going through some rough times, you know that," Sue said soothingly. "I don't blame you for thinking he took the money, he has a track record, but you...we have to cut him some slack. It's not an easy age and with his parents divorcing...he's just at a tough spot right now..."

"Is he all right with you?" Eloise asked. "Is everything OK, is he comfortable?"

"Sweetheart, he's fine, just fine," Sue laughed. "You know Kyle and I have always gotten along great, and this little diversion with me for awhile...well, it's nothing against you, honey, it's just he needs a little time..."

"I wish he'd come back," Eloise said wistfully, stopping to turn and look at the sullen teen who waited for his aunt, gear in hand. "Maybe he can come back?"

"Well, you can ask him, sure," Sue said uncertainly, not wanting the boy to go back at all, but at the same time thinking it might be best before this awkward, palpable sexual tension between them evolved into something far more forbidden.

They walked back to Kyle, and his grandmother asked that he come back. He stiffened defensively.

"I don't think so, Grandma," he said with a chilly tone. "I'm having a good time at Aunt Sue's. So no, not right now...and don't worry about the money thing, forget it, not a big deal..."

"Can you..."

"Yeah, I forgive you, sure," he said without confirming emotion.

She welled up and went to hug her grandson, who stiffened in her embrace. She felt it and backed away, patting his shoulders.

"Well, whenever you're ready, Kyle..." she said, on the verge of tears.

Sue stood to the side, not even realizing she was smiling at the news Kyle would be hers for awhile longer. 

They watched Eloise go, and slowly walked back to Sue's house.

"It'll be fine, Kyle, she'll be OK," Sue said, taking Kyle's hand and squeezing it.

"Yeah, I know," he sighed. "Hey, what's for dinner?"

Sue laughed at the sudden topic change, welcoming it. She suggested he grill burgers and hot dogs from the 'fridge, quick and easy. He readily agreed.

When they got back, she changed into her tiny short shorts, socks and sneakers, telling him she was going for a quick run while he fired up the grill. He took no exception, looking her luscious old body up and down as she stretched those incredible legs, preparing for her run. It would give him free time.

She left and he watched through the window those supple legs flexing as she disappeared around the corner. Quickly, he retrieved the burgers and dogs, set them on the counter, darting to the deck to warm up the gas grille before running back inside. To her room.

There, on a wooden clothes rack, was the sexy white bathing suit she'd worn, hanging to dry. His cock grew hard as he approached it, more so when he realized she'd turned it inside out. There in the crotch was a slight tinge of light color, stained by whatever had oozed from her pussy, and also a random pubic hair, curly and gray.

"Oh, fuck, what's wrong with me," he groaned, kneeling before the rack and reverentially lifting the damp suit in his shaking hands to bury his face in the moist crotch.

He almost came from the smell, a mix of sea water and sweat and musk. He groaned, fisting his dick hard in his bathing suit, jerking it hard and fast, licking and sucking at his sexy old aunt's sexual essence, devouring and embracing the flavor, imagining and remembering her thighs around his neck, squeezing him in the water as he came.

He was about to again when he heard the door close, and quickly stuffed his dick back into his suit and tried to carefully to arrange her suit back on the rack, darting down the hall to his room just as Sue walked around the corner to see his door close.

"Kyle?" she called out. "Everything OK?"

"Yeah, Aunt Sue, fine, just fine, just changing my, uh, clothes before I cook us dinner!" he said with forced calm.

"OK, hon," she said, walking to her room.

She knew the second she saw the suit. She remembered she positioned it carefully to dry, as always, and now it was all lumped up, uneven. She knew. She didn't want to, but she did want to, and envisioned the boy kneeling there, fisting his cock, smelling the musky crotch of her suit. 

"This has to stop, it just does," she said to herself, not at all believing it.

She gathered up the suit, then walked to the bathroom to put it in the hamper before continuing to the kitchen. Outside, Kyle cooked their food, whistling happily. His contentment pleased her.

They ate, and drank wine and beer, chatting into the night, Sue not changing out of her sweaty running clothes, figuring she'd shower later. As the clock approached 11, Sue got up, stretched and yawned and picked up their dirty dishes and glasses, heading for the kitchen.

"OWWW!" she suddenly howled, limping toward the counter and clattering the dishes onto it.

"Auntie Sue, what's wrong?" Kyle said in alarm, jumping up to run behind her.

"Nothing, nothing, just a cramp...my foot and calf...dammit, it just happens once in awhile..guess I should have been drinking water tonight, not wine," she groaned, reaching for her leg.

"No, let me," Kyle heard himself saying. "C'mon, back to the couch..."

She smiled, putting an arm around his shoulder, letting him lead her to the couch, gingerly putting pressure on her right foot. He sat her down and knelt before her.

"Now, just a little foot rub should do it," he said confidently, happy for the ruse to get as close to her sexy old foot as possible, imagining the wrinkled, sweaty flesh beneath that little sweat sock.

He squatted, lifting her right foot to his thigh and slipping off her sneaker.

"Well, if you say so," Sue said uncertainly and certainly not wanting to stop him. "Oh my, I'm afraid the smell must be frightful! I've had these socks on so long!"

The smell hit him like a truck, warm and wet, pungent and thick, and his cock went hard in an instant. He tried not to show his pleasure as he rested her heel on his thigh, bunching up the crotch of his sweatpants to hide his gathering enthusiasm.

"No, not at all, Aunt Sue, don't be silly," he laughed weakly and unconvincingly, resisting the urge to lift her foot to his face and bury it in the rancid sock. "Not at all..."

The quiet seemed anything but as Kyle dug his thumbs into the sole of that foot through that sexy white sock, his long, strong fingers around the instep for leverage, digging into the soft flesh. Sue groaned and didn't mean to, but it felt so good.

"God, Kyle, where did you learn to give such great foot rubs?" she said softly, relaxing now, looking down at the eager boy massaging her. 

"Not sure, just natural I guess," he shrugged, looking at her toes wiggling beneath her sock as he worked the cramp out of her foot. "That better?"

"Oh, much...much better..." she groaned, hands falling off her lap to her sides.

Again the quiet was disquieting, but emboldening to the boy who wanted more.

"Uh, we should do both feet, Auntie," he said. "Gotta be fair, ya know..."

"Whatever you say, Kyle," she said softly, giving into the maddening sexual sensation.

He sat up on the couch, to her right, patting his lap. Without hesitation, she swung both legs up, calves on his crotch, making him jump and pull back a bit to avoid them contacting his insanely hard cock so very close. He tugged off her other sneaker and then both socks, peeling them off her long feet, revealing perfect toes, bony but smooth, and those fabulously wrinkled soles.

He worked them both now, with his fingertips, kneading the moist, pungent flesh, thumbs over the insteps. He looked up at her. Eyes closed, Susan leaned back against the couch's armrest, one hand behind her head, the bicep of that arm loose and fleshy and inviting. Her neck waddle was a delicious looking patchwork of wrinkles and folds and more than anything Kyle wanted to bury his face into that salty flesh and suckle.

"Oh...God..Kyle...feels sooooo good," she heard herself coo, the warmth in her pussy burning and wet as his fingers worked her soles. "So good..."

Kyle's cock was positioned just right, just brushing up against the backs of his sexy aunt's undulating calves as she tensed and relaxed them in pace with her nephew's powerful massaging motions. He gasped breathlessly and bravely pushed up just enough to allow the contact to be harder, feeling the muscles in her marvelous calves against him, hoping she didn't feel it.

She did, of course, and did nothing to stop it, instead flexing her calves a bit harder, pushing down almost imperceptibly. 

Kyle watched her intently, his eyes going up the slender freckled skin pulled tight over her shins, up the deliciously sagging flesh of her thighs, much of which were revealed as her tiny running shorts rode up high on them. He imagined her wet, hairy pussy beneath, imagined he could smell the sexy funk. He leaned over the feet in his hands, sidelong looking at his aunt to make sure her eyes were still closed, and inhaled.

The acrid smell of her sexy feet consumed him, as his nose was just brushing the tips of her toes. He looked between them, saw the tiniest grains of grit there, wanting more than anything to lick. And boldly, he stuck out his tongue, allowing the tip to tickle the tops of her toes. His soft moans betrayed him. She opened her heavy eyelids and saw the boy's tongue darting over the toes, and his eyes met them.

"Auntie...I'm..."

She should have stopped him, she knew it, just gently telling him it was OK, but no. Propriety called for it. But the growing moistness in her pussy betrayed her.

"Shhh, shhh...," she said softly, a gentle smile forming on her lips. "Go ahead...feels so good..."

Groaning and feeling her calves knotting against his cock, he extended his tongue, licking her toes with mounting passion, running it over each one, then between, causing her to stiffen and moan. She felt the heat of it course up each leg into her pussy and moaned as he now took each toe, one by one, into his mouth, sucking it up and down, moving quickly to the next.

Their eyes never left each other, as if daring the other one to stop. Neither would, nor could. Kyle's cock head was now firm against her sexy old calves, and she pressed down a bit harder to meet his insistent upwards push.

He came, with his mouth clamped around one big toe, his tongue washing around it, digging into the space between it and the next one, his eyes fluttering as he felt his underwear soak with sperm, a low moan escaping the lips around his old aunt's toe.

She came as he did, softly, wetly, warmly, feeling her pussy explode under her little running shorts as she watched her nephew's body tremble and convulse.

He pulled his mouth from her toe with a slurp, sitting up and back, ashamed and energized. She smiled at him and felt his hands finally release her feet, which she slowly slid off his lap, twisting them to the floor and sliding over beside him, close, putting her arms around his shoulders as the boy's head ducked to his chest.

"Oh, Auntie, I'm so sorry," he groaned, unable to look at her.

"Kyle, don't, don't be like that, it just happened, that's all, perfectly understandable, you're...you're a young man, with urges, with needs," she said, rubbing his shoulders, easing his trembles with her comforting embrace. "You're a young man...young men often...well, if anyone should be sorry, it's me, I should know better...but you have needs, you've been through a lot, and..."

Neither knew what to say to erase what had happened, so sat in the quiet, with their own thoughts.

"Kyle," Sue finally said, gently cupping his chin in her hand, turning his face to her. "It's OK...it's...OK...it's..."

Their faces were like magnets now, getting closer and closer, neither wanting it to stop. Their lips met in the gentlest of contacts, eyes fixed on each other.

"...OK...," Sue cooed softly

They kissed, a gentle peck that morphed into a longer one, lips locked, melting each other's resolve. Kyle's tense body went slack as his aunt cupped his face in both of her old, bony hands, kissing him harder, parting his lips with her tongue, lancing it slowly inside to be sucked. She heard herself moan, felt her pussy moisten again. His tongue found its way into her mouth, and both did battle with each other, swirling and probing, the wet sounds filling the air only a bit louder than the groans of passion coming from each.

She had no idea how long they kissed like long-lost lovers, but it was she who broke the moment, fearing its continuance, ashamed for what had already happened despite her insisting to him that it was all right. It wasn't, of course, she knew it and felt badly about opening the door for her eager young nephew, leading him down a path from which there was no reversal.

She had to stop it, stop it now, so she pulled back from the kiss, still holding his face. His eyes opened, warm, wet and wanting, looking into hers.

"Now, Kyle, it's time for bed," she said with a gentle tone. "I think it's time for us to go...to our...own beds..."

Kyle nodded his ascent, disappointed but knowing it was the right thing. He watched her stand, walk away on bare feet, feet he'd just licked and smelled and which had caused him to cum in his pants. Suddenly he felt the cold clamminess in his underwear.

He stood, watched for a moment as his aunt cleaned the dishes at the sink, then walked behind her, stopping, thinking. He continued on down the hall. She turned sidelong to stop him.

"Kyle, don't worry, it's nothing, nothing," she said, smiling at him. "Oh, and...well, you can leave your clothes in the hamper, I'll do laundry tomorrow..."

He smiled back, continuing to walk. Then he stopped, turned.

"Auntie Sue," he said. "For what it's worth, I enjoyed that..."

She smiled warmly back.

"So did I, Kyle," she sighed. "So did I..."

She finished up, pretending not to notice Kyle quietly coming out of his room, his sweatpants and soiled underwear in hand, to put them in the bathroom hamper. She shut the lights off, padding down the hall to her room, stripping and taking her clothes to the bathroom, wearing a robe. She opened the lid, saw his clothes. And despite the shame that consumed her, lifted his cum-soaked underwear to his mouth, smelling it, tasting it, licking the cold sperm and clenching her meaty thighs together in orgasm.

She didn't notice until later, after her shower was done, after she intently rubbed her flesh with soap and washcloth in a symbolic, unsuccessful attempt to wash the guilt from her, that her bathing suit was missing. She smiled, pulled the robe around her and walked to his door, listening. She heard his moans, knowing her suit and its scent was pleasing him.

For a split second, she entertained the idea of marching inside to give him the real thing. For a split second, she imagined his young, smooth body atop her, in her, giving her something she hadn't had in far too long. For a split second, she wanted nothing more in the world than to have him.

She padded away, to her room, to sleep. She was determined that this would be it, this had to be it. She would convince Kyle to return to his grandmother's house before anything else could happen.

And if he stayed, she knew it would.