10 comments/ 169622 views/ 23 favorites The Sins of Aunt Susan Ch. 01 By: eronoire Chapter 1 It had been a long trip from Boulder to Denver and Kurt was relieved to see the bus finally roll into the Greyhound Station. When it came to a full stop, he shuffled off with the rest of the passengers, grabbed his suitcase from the baggage compartment, and walked out into the terminal. Although he hadn't seen her in three years, Kurt had no trouble finding his Aunt Susan in the crowd waiting at the gate. She was a petite woman in her mid-thirties and had the same long brown hair and gray-blue eyes as his mother, her older sister. From her attire – white cotton blouse and conservative blue skirt, he assumed she came directly from her paralegal job in downtown Denver. Her face lit up when she spotted him. "Kurt honey, it's great to see you," she gushed, giving him with a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. "My God, look at you – you got so tall! I'll bet you do pretty well with those college girls, huh?" "I guess," he mumbled shyly. "Oh honey, your Uncle Chuck, and Cousin Jason are all excited about having you spend a few days of your Spring Break with us. So, tell me about these interviews you've got lined up," "Well, since dad is in the Real Estate business, he deals with a lot of architects and he made a few calls for me. With a little luck, I think I've got a decent shot at landing a paid internship this summer." "You're gonna have to tell me all about it on the ride home," she squealed as she grabbed his hand and led him out to the parking lot. During the ride, his aunt peppered him with questions about his first two years at the University of Colorado. She seemed very interested in what was going on in his life, but when he asked her about Uncle Chuck, he detected some tension in her voice. "Well, it's been kinda rough for us since Chuck's accident last year, but at least he's finally working again. He got a job delivering pizza in the evenings, but hopefully he'll get something better soon." Kurt knew that his uncle was banged up pretty good after rolling his pickup. The poor guy was in the hospital for months with a broken pelvis and a couple of cracked vertebrae. As a result of being laid up for so long, his roofing business went under and Aunt Susan had to go back to work. Although Kurt felt badly about the whole thing, he saved most of his pity for his aunt. He never saw much of Uncle Chuck growing up. The man rarely showed up at family gatherings, and when he did, he always looked like he would rather be somewhere else. Kurt's parents didn't hold the man in very high esteem him either. His dad always referred to Chuck as that redneck asshole Susan married. The general consensus was that she could have done a lot better; Kurt asked about his Cousin Jason, hoping for some better news. "Oh…he's doing fine – typical eleven year old boy! He spends more time playing with that X-Box than he does studying, but what are you gonna do? Maybe some time around a college boy like yourself will have a positive influence on him?" Kurt remembered his cousin as a chubby little whiner, perpetually in a bad mood. For the rest of the ride, the conversation veered toward more trivial subjects. Kurt mostly listened as his aunt prattled on about movies, TV and celebrity gossip. Half an hour later, they were off the freeway and cruising through a neighborhood of modest homes, fast food joints, and strip malls, No one came out to greet them when the car pulled into the driveway, and Kurt hauled his bag into the house by himself. "Hey folks," his aunt shouted as she opened the front door. "We're home!" Uncle Chuck turned away from the TV and slowly got up from his recliner. His cousin, Jason was too engrossed in the action movie blaring away in the background to acknowledge anything else. "Hey Kurt…how are ya," his uncle asked in a flat, lifeless monotone and offered a limp handshake. Chuck was in his early forties, but looked closer to fifty. He wore the familiar red and blue uniform shirt of a well-known national pizza chain. "Not too bad, Uncle Chuck, how about you?" "Oh, I'm just great kid," he replied, barely making an effort to disguise the sarcasm. "Awright now Susan, I'm leaving for my shift; expect me back around midnight," his uncle grumbled as he shoved past Kurt on his way out the door. "Don't mind him," his aunt whispered. "The medication he's taking for his back makes him a bit grumpy sometimes." Aunt Susan called Jason twice, but he didn't respond. It wasn't until after she stomped over and angrily turned off the TV did the chubby little brat shuffle up to Kurt and deliver a bored hello. After an awkward attempt at conversation with his cousin, they all sat down to dinner. Jason wolfed his food down quickly and was back in front of the TV within minutes. His quick exit didn't bother Kurt; his aunt seemed a lot less tense without her son present. After helping her with the dishes, she showed him to his accommodations. She led him out the back door and across the small yard, to the garage. She flipped a light switch and he followed her up a flight of rickety wooden steps to the small mother apartment above Chuck's workshop. Kurt was pleasantly surprised. It was a cozy little studio furnished with a single bed, a nightstand, an old recliner, a mini fridge and a table with two chairs. The stuff was mostly second hand, but nice enough. There was also a small bathroom with a shower. His aunt explained that up until recently, they'd been renting the place out to a young Korean man who bussed tables at a local restaurant. "This is great, I really appreciate this!" "I'm glad you like it honey, and remember if you need anything, I'm just a twenty-five feet away," she said pointing out the window toward the main house. "Thanks Aunt Susan, I'll keep that in mind." She hugged him goodbye and trotted back down the stairs. Kurt unpacked and then spent an hour flipping through the magazines he picked up at the bus station in back in Boulder. After that, he brushed his teeth, stripped down to his boxers, and hit the light switch. The room was a little stuffy and he figured it might improve things if he cracked a window. As Kurt approached the front window, he noticed a light on in the second floor room directly across from him. He peeked through the blinds and saw Aunt Susan standing at the foot of the bed with her back to the window, He watched curiously as she kicked off her shoes and freed her long, brown hair from its ponytail. He was about to turn away when she wheeled around and began unbuttoning her blouse. Kurt felt weird for staring, but the voyeuristic thrill of catching his aunt in a private moment, got the better of him. Things got even more interesting when she removed her blouse and carelessly tossed it aside. She may have been in her mid-thirties but her petite frame and flat belly gave her a youthful, even girlish, appearance. Damn, this is so wrong, Kurt thought as he watched her saunter around the room in a sexy black bra. He stood transfixed as she turned her back to the window, unzipped her skirt and let the garment fall to the floor. Although, he felt a little guilty, his hormones just wouldn't let him look away. The sight of her tight, little ass in a pair of skimpy black panties was enough to inspire serious wood. She may be his mom's sister, but that sure didn't make her any less of a woman. His heart raced when she reached around and unhooked the bra revealing a pair of firm, perky breasts. They weren't abnormally huge like porn-star or stripper tits, but they were a nice handful…and they jiggled nicely as she struggled to pull open a sticky dresser drawer. The sexy floor show came to an end when she pulled a baggy t-shirt from the drawer and slipped it on over her head. Seconds later, the lights were out and Kurt was left alone in the dark with his hard-on. He jumped into bed and conjured up a steamy lesbo scene starring Katie Holmes and Scarlett Johanson. Usually, something like that was enough to do the trick, but after twenty minutes of futile stroking, he decided to swap out Katie Holmes for his Aunt Susan. Success – he came almost instantly. Minutes later, he was sleeping like a baby. ***** The next morning Kurt awoke to the sound of someone knocking. Half-asleep, he rolled out of bed, pulled on a pair of jeans and shuffled to the door. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Aunt Susan smiling back at him. "Sorry to wake you hon, but I'm heading off to work, and I just wanted to let you know that there are waffles in the freezer, and for lunch you can help yourself to the sandwiches in the fridge – I hope you like chicken salad?" "Umm…sure…thanks, Aunt Susan" he mumbled. "Bye hon – see ya at dinner!" She gave him a peck on the cheek and trotted back down the stairs. Kurt decided to skip the waffles. After a long shower he spent the rest of the morning, and most of the afternoon, at his laptop polishing up his resume. The only contact he had with Uncle Chuck was when the old man grunted a half-hearted good afternoon when he popped over to the house to grab a sandwich. He didn't see his cousin Jason at all, but he heard the noisy blasts of his X-box at periodically throughout the day. Around six that evening, his aunt called him over to the house for dinner. Since Uncle Chuck was working, and Jason was spending the evening at a friend's house, it would be just the two of them. It was a warm evening and his aunt's choice of outfit– a pair of cutoffs and a clingy tank-top with no bra underneath, inspired uncomfortable memories of the previous evening. After dinner, they went into the living room to talk. "Now I know you're only nineteen, but what do ya say to some wine while we catch up on old times?" Before he could answer she was handing him a full glass. He politely accepted and she poured one for herself. For an hour or so, they sat on the sofa chatting amiably about college, his parents, and his upcoming interview. It was all innocent enough until Aunt Susan decided to spice things up a little after her finishing her third glass of wine. "So, are you dating anyone," she asked. "Well…not really" "What do you mean not really?" "Well….there are a couple of girls I'm friends with, and every once in a while we'll hook up." Kurt immediately regretted being so candid. She would almost certainly want to know what he meant by hooking up. "What – you mean you sleep together?" She giggled girlishly. "Don't worry honey, I'm not gonna tell your mother; I know how much of a prude my sister can be sometimes!" Kurt didn't answer; he just looked down at his glass and smiled. When he glanced back up, he caught a quick glimpse of the erect nipples beneath the thin cotton of her tank top. "You big stud, you," she teased and playfully mussed his hair. His cock stiffened, and he was terrified that she might notice. Even when he was a kid, Aunt Susan had always been a little flirtatious with him. He never thought much of it before, but after last night, her behavior affected him differently. The phone rang in the kitchen, and Kurt let out a sigh of relief when she dashed off to answer it. "Oh hi honey! Sure I'll be right over," he heard her say into the receiver before hanging up. "That was Jason; he wants me to come pick him up," she announced as she strolled back in from the kitchen. "Okay, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow," Kurt replied. It took all his will power to avoid glancing down at her chest." "Goodbye handsome," she teased and gave him a hug. He thought he would bust a nut right there when he felt her hardened nipples pressing against his chest. She sent him off with a playful swat on the butt. When he got back to his room, he paced back and forth like a caged lion. Eventually, he calmed down, took a couple of aspirin, and settled in to study for his upcoming interview. A couple of hours later he was ready to turn in. He undressed and slipped under the covers. However, the dim light coming through the blinds was hard to ignore. He knew he shouldn't, but he just couldn't resist getting up and taking a peek. He spied his aunt lying in bed on top of the covers, reading what looked like a cheesy paperback romance novel. She wore a short red kimono-style bathrobe and her long, brown hair was undone and spilled down onto her shoulders. She sat quietly reading for several minutes before she put the book down, closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. She remained still for a few seconds and then leaned over and opened the top drawer of the nightstand. She dug around a little before retrieving what Kurt initially thought was a cell phone. She teasingly fondled the long thin cylindrical device which Kurt estimated to be about eight inches in length. Holy fuck – she's got a vibrator, he thought. She twisted a knob on the bottom and arched her back slightly. Kurt could even make out the faint whir as it buzzed to life. His cock stiffened as she parted her legs and slid the toy between her thighs. Her robe rode up and Kurt zoned in on the wispy dark hairs of her neatly trimmed bush. There was a blissful smile on her face as she spread a little wider and traced the gadget up and down the outer lips of her pussy. Her mouth formed a tight little "o' as she arched her back higher and gently worked the toy inside her. She went slowly at first, but steadily picked up the pace and found her rhythm. In no time at all, she had worked herself into lather. Her robe came undone as she writhed and squirmed like a snake – working the dildo harder and faster with both hands. When she started bucking like a colt and her face contorted into a twisted grimace, Kurt pulled out his cock and started on himself, "Yeah, go for it you horny little bitch," he sneered – stroking himself faster. Just then, his aunt's lean, little frame spasmed, twitched, and suddenly went rigid, That was all Kurt needed – he came hard, shooting thick streams of cum all over the blinds. Aunt Susan lied motionless on the bed – spread eagle, the dildo still wedged in her cunt. Slowly she gathered her strength, reached between her legs and removed her battery-operated friend. Kurt was still watching as she rose from the bed, put the vibrator back in the drawer, and stumbled bowlegged into the bathroom. Moments later, she emerged dressed in a baggy t-shirt. As she switched off the lamp, Kurt saw the lights of Uncle Chuck's truck coming up the driveway. ***** Kurt woke up late the next morning. He barely had enough time, to shower, shave and dress for his big interview with Mr. Davis at Clark & Associates, the big Denver architectural firm. During the bus ride into town, vivid images of Aunt Susan and her vibrator kept running through his head. He wondered if the Korean busboy who had the apartment before him, got to see that show too. He arrived at the office at 10:27 AM, just three minutes before his appointment. Nevertheless, Mr. Davis kept him waiting in the reception area for another half hour before seeing him. Davis was a lot younger than Kurt expected and the interview lasted about twenty minutes. Much to his surprise, the whole thing was a breeze; there weren't any really difficult questions and he wasn't grilled about his knowledge of the career field. He left feeling confident he had the job. In no hurry to get back to the house, he spent the day exploring downtown Denver, checking out cafes, bookstores, and parks. At around five o'clock when most people were heading home, he decided to hit a movie. He was still weirded-out by Aunt Susan's masturbation session and was uncomfortable with the prospect of having to make small talk with her across the dinner table. He wondered whether or not she was leaving the shades up on purpose. Jeez, she's your aunt for chrissakes he thought. Why the hell would she intentionally do something like that? He figured it was silly to read too much into the situation. What am I blaming her for; I'm the one invading her privacy. I'm the perv – not her! He got back around 8:30 that evening. When he saw the glare of the TV coming from the living room, he opted to head straight up to his room without stopping into the main house. The first thing he did was get out of his suit and into a t-shirt and pair of shorts. He grabbed an old sci-fi paperback and settled into the recliner. An hour or so later, Kurt heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs. He didn't need a crystal ball to know who it was. He tossed the book aside, got up and opened the door. "Kurt– you startled me," she gasped. Strangely enough, she was wearing the same red kimono-style bathrobe she had on last night. "Hey, Aunt Susan…I didn't mean to startle you. I heard the sound of your flip-flops in the stairs," he explained and invited her in. She held a tray of milk and cookies which she set down on the nightstand. "I just wanted to know how your interview went." "Umm…it went pretty good…I think they're gonna give me that internship," he stammered. "Really – that's great," she gushed. "When you didn't stop by the house, I was afraid it might not have gone too well, so I brought over a little snack to cheer you up." She perched herself on the edge of his bed and leaned back on her arms. The robe rode up a bit and he caught a tantalizing glimpse of her powder-blue panties. Kurt was starting to realize that maybe she really was playing some kind of twisted game with him– getting a perverse thrill out of teasing him. "I was really tired when I got back from town, and I just wanted some time for myself," he said trying hard not to sound annoyed. "Oh, that's okay, hon…I completely understand," she drawled while coyly parting her legs to give him another look at her panties. Her robe had become slack and opened enough to give a full view of her bare breasts. She saw him staring and made no attempt to cover up. That was all the proof he needed. "ALRIGHT – WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE, AUNT SUSAN," he demanded. The anger in his voice clearly caught her by surprise– she bolted upright and clutched her robe shut. "Kurt please," she whined. "Don't bullshit me! It's so fucking obvious –the flirting, prancing around half naked in front of me, not to mention the nightly shows you put on when Uncle Chuck is out delivering pizza!" "Kurt please, you don't understand!" He grabbed her by the upper arms and backed her up against the wall. "What don't I understand?" "Alright, I'm sorry!" her voice cracked and tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry honey – I'm so sorry!" She collapsed sobbing into his arms. Her confession cooled his anger somewhat and he hugged her. "What's this all about, Aunt Susan…tell me the truth?" She looked up at him, her cheeks damp with tears. "Since your uncle's accident…he hasn't been able to make love to me. We've tried everything – Viagra, romantic getaways, everything! Nothing worked….the doctors think the damage might be permanent!" She paused to wipe away a tear with the sleeve of her robe before continuing. "I just needed to know that I could still make a man want me! I'm sorry I led you on, but I just couldn't help myself!" Kurt's anger turned to pity. But as he held her quivering body in his arms he felt something else come over him. He had a raging hard-on, and there was no doubt that she could feel it pressing against her. The Sins of Aunt Susan Ch. 01 She looked up at him, and he held her gaze. "I think I owe you something for putting you through all this" she calmly announced. Without saying another word, she got down on her knees in front of him. He offered no objection as she undid his pants, pulled out his cock and ran her tongue slowly up the shaft. Oh man, he thought…my own aunt is gonna blow me!. Tenderly, she kissed the head of his thick throbbing cock before diving in and swallowing it whole. "Ahh… yeah," he sighed as his beloved Auntie Susan stroked and sucked with the expertise of a sorority girl. "Mmmmmmm……. mmmmmmmmmm….. mmmmmmmm." she moaned as she skillfully worked his prick between her lips. It all seemed like a dream. But when he looked down at his aunt eagerly bobbing on his joint, he knew damn well that he was wide awake. She cooed as he reached down and caressed the back of her head. She kept stroking with her hand when she came up for air. "C'mon baby – cum," she cooed before opening wide and deep-throating him. Kurt grabbed her head with both hands and took command. He began thrusting faster and faster– slamming into her with such force he nearly knocked her off balance. Like a champ she recovered quickly and worked even harder to please him. It was as if she was feeding off of his crude lust. His knob tingled and Aunt Susan braced for the inevitable. He tightened his grip on her head and erupted into her warm, wet mouth. "Hackkkkk!" She gagged as the first blast doused her tonsils. Her eyes rolled back as Kurt's cum bubbled up and sloppily dribbled down her chin. His knees weakened and he lost his footing and stumbled backward – streams of cum shot forth and splattered Susan's face in thick gooey gobs "Oooh…Oooh…Oooh," she moaned as each spurt landed. He grabbed onto the table to steady himself, as Aunt Susan leaned back in and hungrily sucked out what was left inside his spent prick. After every last drop was gone, she diligently cleaned him up with her tongue before took a step back to let her know she had done more than enough. After taking several deep breaths, she got up, grabbed a dirty t-shirt from his laundry bag and wiped the spooge off her face. "I'm not proud of myself, Kurt…I hope you can forgive me," she said calmly without making eye contact. Kurt was speechless. Even if he could talk, what was there to say? "I'll give you a ride into town tomorrow morning. I promise I'm done playing games. I hope we can get back to the way things used to be…I think it would best for both of us if we pretended this whole thing never happened," she said sadly as she turned and walked out the door. Kurt went to the window and watched his aunt walk across the yard. He could see the TV flicker from the front room as she opened the back door and went into the house. Kurt was stunned. He knew it would be impossible to pretend this whole thing never happened. ***** End of Chapter 1 In Chapter 2, darker territory is explored and more taboos are broken when Kurt and his aunt realize that there is no going back. *This story was customized by request. Although, all characters are based on real people, the names, places and events have been fictionalized. The Sins of Aunt Susan Ch. 02 Chapter 2: When he awoke the next morning, Kurt couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. All he could do was stare at the ceiling. The memory of his Aunt Susan down on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock played over and over in his head. It was a situation so surreal, he couldn't get his mind around it. Not only had his beloved auntie given him a blowjob, she had given him the blowjob of his life. And after she had sucked him dry, she looked into his eyes and made it clear that things wouldn't go any further. But that was her idea…not his. He would spend one more night under her roof before heading back to Boulder to start classes. She'd be by soon to give him a lift into town for his next interview. He pulled himself out of bed and hit the shower. They would have a lot to discuss on that ride into Denver. While he was getting dressed he heard the screen door to the main house slam shut. Shortly after that the beep-beep of the horn sounded from the driveway. He grabbed his wallet and headed out the door. Aunt Susan leaned on the front fender on the driver's side touching up her make-up. She was dressed for a day at the office– white silk blouse neatly tucked into a gray skirt, and hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She gave him a friendly smile as approached. "I didn't expect to see you down so soon. I thought I'd have a few minutes to finish my coffee," she said and glanced over at the steaming paper cup resting on the hood. . "You can finish it while I do the driving," he replied. "I can get into Denver from here; once we hit town, you can give me directions." "It's a deal," she chirped and tossed him the keys. Kurt started the car and backed it out onto the street. Once Aunt Susan was settled, she switched on the radio. "I hope you don't mind country," she said as he steered the car down the block. For the first few minutes of the commute, she talked non-stop. Kurt was a little annoyed that she hadn't brought up last night's rather dramatic turn of events; she just prattled on about weather, traffic, and other insignificant bullshit. Evidently, she was making good on her promise to carry on as if nothing had happened. He thought her little act was ridiculous. Was he supposed to pretend that she didn't come up to his room last night and suck his cock? He didn't give a shit how deep in denial she was, he wasn't going to play along. "Aunt Susan…about last night…." He waited for her to speak up, but she remained silent. "Don't you think we should at least clear the air," he continued. "Kurt, would you please keep your mind on the road. I really don't want you to be late for that interview." Her tone was clipped and cool. "Fuck the interview," he snapped. "Kurt!" She shrieked as he abruptly changed lanes and steered the car off the freeway. "This isn't our exit – we're at least twenty minutes outside of Denver! Kurt, stop the car this instant!" She shrieked as he turned sharply into an alley and then came to a sudden screeching stop. "WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED," he shouted. She srared at him in mute disbelief. Kurt leaned over, grabbed her by the shoulders and repeated the question. Her eyes closed tightly – she wouldn't look at him. He repeated the question again– even louder this time. "Alright," she shouted with tears welling in her eyes "I sucked your cock! I went down on you in your room– and I enjoyed it! Is that what you wanted to hear?!" She turned away, buried her face in her hands and began to cry. Kurt knew that he should have felt pity or shame as he sat listening to his aunt's muffled sobs…but darker emotions were stirring. For three days she had cockteased him, frustrated him, and messed with his head, but now he had the upper hand. She had started this twisted game—not him, and he would end it on his terms. He picked up her cell phone and handed it to her. "I want you to call work," he said sternly. "Tell them you won't be in today." She stopped sobbing and looked up at him submissively. "Okay…I'll do what you want," she said meekly and took the phone from his hand. She left her message on someone's voicemail; Kurt put the car in drive and stepped on the gas. They didn't have to go very far to find a hotel. Kurt only had to drive a couple of blocks before spotting a Days Inn. If Susan had any objections, she didn't voice them. She remained silent as he steered the car into the lot and parked near the lobby entrance. He got out first, and she followed. He paid for the room with the Visa card his father had given him last year before he left for college. He handed Susan the room key and told her to go up and wait for him while he settled up with the clerk. "Enjoy your stay, sir," the clerk said as he handed Kurt back his credit card a few minutes later. "Thank you, I will," he replied. He tucked the card into his wallet and headed for the elevator. He had butterflies in his stomach as he rode the elevator up to the third floor. However, all anxiety melted away when he opened the door and saw Susan sitting on the bed with her ponytail undone and her long brown hair spilling down over her shoulders. He slammed the door, grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up from the bed. He looked into her eyes for a second and then kissed her hard on the mouth. To his surprise she reciprocated enthusiastically —kissing back hungrily. He reached around and grabbed a nice handful of her ass. She grinded her hips into his crotch and licked her ear. "I'll do whatever you want," she whispered. He backed her into the wall and lustily grabbed her tits. She let out a deep, breathy sigh as he tore open the blouse and yanked it down past her shoulders. Her hardened nipples were prominent through the sheer, white fabric of her bra. Kurt undid the hasp on the front and buried his face in her heaving bosom. "Ahhhh…. yeah…suck my tits…that's it….that's it," Susan moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. "I plan on doing a helluva lot more than that," he snickered Kurt was too fired up for foreplay and he sensed she was too. He backed up a step and hastily stripped off his clothes The sight of his Aunt Susan grinning mischievously– her hair askew, her lipstick smeared, and her pert, perky breasts glistening with his saliva would be burned into his memory forever. Never had he wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he wanted to fuck her right now. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…" She licked her lips as Kurt stripped off his boxers revealing his thick, throbbing cock. "Time to get what you've been aching for these last three days" he sneered as he spun her around and bent her over the bed. "C'mon baby – I'm ready for you, hon," she cooed. He tossed her skirt up and yanked down her panties – the sweet, funky aroma of wet pussy filled his nostrils. He grabbed her by the waist and penetrated her with one powerful thrust. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH," she winced He lingered inside her for a moment, savoring the tight, warm comfort of his aunt's cunt, before getting down to serious business. "Oh yeah –you feel SOOOO GOOOOD," she moaned. He gave her a hard slap on the haunches and commenced fucking. She grunted lustily as he picked up the pace – slamming hard–slamming fast. "FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME!!!" At he pounded away, Kurt was blissfully aware that he was fucking his beloved Aunt Susan– a woman who used to babysit him as a kid and dutifully sent him a birthday card every year. The fact that she was a great piece of ass was just icing on the cake. He tightened his grip on her waist and rode her high and deep. "OOOOOOH – UNH - UNH - UNH –UNH!!!!" Her body twitched and jerked spastically and he knew she was very close. He reached forward and grabbed her hair like the reins of a horse and rode her to the finish line! "EEEEEEEEEEEEE– AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" As she squealed in ecstasy, Kurt erupted into her tight, juicy box in hard violent spurts. His cock was still firing away when he pulled out – reams of cum doused her back and pooled in the crack of her ass. Exhausted, spent, and satisfied, he collapsed onto her pale, quivering frame, They remained tangled in a sweaty, sticky pile for several minutes before Susan got up and quietly walked to the bathroom. The last thing Kurt remembered before drifting off to sleep was the sound of the shower. **** Kurt awoke to the sight of his aunt perched at the edge of the bed. She had put her clothes back on and was drying her hair with a bath towel. She spoke without looking at him. "I've got to get going…as much as I'd like to play hooky with you, I really can't afford to miss a whole day of work." He caressed her back; she turned and smiled at him fondly. "That was nice," she said. "It's been a long time since I've been fucked like that." Although, they had just finished a session of nasty, intense, incestuous sex, her blunt language still caught him off guard. "Aunt Susan—such language," he joked and pulled her toward him. "Stop–I've gotta get to work!" Susan giggled as she fell on top of him. They shared a long sensuous kiss. He was about ready to hop on for another ride, before she pulled away. "You know, we can't keep doing this," she said wistfully. "Why not," Kurt asked half-seriously. "Well…first of all, I'm your aunt. If this ever got out, both our lives would be ruined. C'mon Kurt, we're not hillbillies – society frowns on this sort of thing." He wasn't about to give in so easily. Incest or not, she was the best piece of ass he ever had– and he'd had more than his share in the last couple of years. "Well, I'm not about to tell anyone about this…and I don't think you are either," he said and tenderly stroked her hair. "Besides, we can't undo what we've already done" She sat up and looked away from him. He touched her hand and she pulled away. "Tomorrow you'll be going back to college. I think the smart thing to do would be to end this right now." Kurt sat up and put his arms around her. "Okay, so it'll end when I go back to school. In the meantime, we've got one more day together." She buried herself in his chest. "Alright, come on over to the house tonight after Chuck goes to work. Jason said something about sleeping over a friend's house, so he won't be around. That should give us a few hours." "I'll see you later." She kissed him quickly, grabbed her bag and dashed out the door. **** Kurt spent the rest of the day hanging around the hotel room watching cable and eating junk food. Late in the afternoon, he got dressed and caught a bus back to the house. As he approached the house, he saw Uncle Chuck sitting on the porch sipping a can of Budweiser. "Hey college boy, how did it go," he called. "Let's just say that my morning went a lot better than I expected." "That's good news. When you're makin' the big bucks, maybe you can get your auntie somethin' nice!" Kurt chuckled. She'll get something nice alright….as soon as you leave for work, he mused. Once he was back in his room, Kurt felt a little pang of guilt. Even though his uncle was an asshole, he sure as hell didn't deserve this. It was bad enough that the man was impotent, but to be cuckolded by his nephew was downright sad. He decided to lay low until Aunt Susan gave him the green light. He picked up the sci-fi novel he was reading the previous evening and stretched out on the bed. A little while later, he heard Susan's car pull into the driveway. He knew Jason had already left for his sleepover; he would just bide his time until Uncle Chuck left for his pizza delivery job. Another hour passed, and he hadn't heard his uncle's truck pull out of the driveway. He looked out the window and saw it hadn't moved. He was wondering what was happening when his cell phone rang. "Kurt," his aunt whispered. "I've got some bad news — Chuck isn't going to work tonight. We're gonna have to call everything off!" "Why isn't he going to work?" She paused for a moment before replying. When she spoke, her voice was dripping with disgust. "The bastard started drinking beer early this afternoon and when that ran out, he started in on the vodka. The bottom line is, he's too drunk to work—he can barely stand up!" "Shit," Kurt muttered. "Look, it might be a good idea if you made other plans for dinner. He can be a real belligerent asshole when he gets like this!" "I don't give a shit — I really need to see you tonight!" "Kurt please — don't come over…please—" He slammed the phone down, stomped downstairs and across the yard to the house. When he reached the back door, he took a few deep breaths before knocking. His aunt greeted him with a petrified look. "Who the hell is that," he heard Uncle Chuck bellow from the front room. "It's just Kurt honey…he's going to have dinner with us," she replied nervously and ushered him in. "Well ain't that nice —another goddamn mouth to feed!" Kurt entered just in time to see his uncle stagger in from the living room. His eyes were red and bleary and he reeked like a bar rag. "Don't mind me, college boy– I'm just messin' with ya! Come on in…Susan just finished settin' the table!" Kurt followed them both into the dining room. Right before they sat down his uncle delivered a nice hard slap to Aunt Susan's rear end. The sharp, loud THWACK filled the room. "Chuck, please—try and be civilized," she hissed. "Alright…I'll try to behave myself." For dinner, Aunt Susan had prepared baked ziti– an awful lot of which wound up on the front of his uncle's shirt. While they ate, Uncle Chuck felt it necessary to pontificate at length on politics, the state of the world and other general complaints. Kurt tolerated him politely while Aunt Susan seethed quietly. After they finished, Aunt Susan cleared the dishes as Uncle Chuck pushed back from the table and struggled to his feet. "I'm gonna go watch some TV…you be a good boy and help your auntie with the woman's work," he barked at Kurt. "Chuck!" Aunt Susan snapped. "Oh take it easy honey—the boy knows I'm just funnin', don't ya boy?" "Sure Uncle Chuck…no offense taken," Kurt replied. Chuck staggered into the living room and collapsed into his recliner. Aunt Susan pulled Kurt aside. "I'm so sorry hon – you really shouldn't have to put up with that kind of crap!" "That's alright," Kurt smirked. "You'll make it up to me somehow." He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her close. "Kurt," she giggled. "be careful…he's right in the next room." "So what…he's drunk – besides he's got the TV turned up so loud, I could probably fuck you right here on the kitchen table and he wouldn't even notice." She glanced in at her husband sitting like a lump in front of some action movie. "You go on back to your room and I'll meet you there in a few minutes. I just wanna go upstairs and grab a few things." "Sounds like a plan!" She kissed him quickly, trotted into the living room past her oblivious husband and bounded up the stairs to her bedroom. Kurt was halfway out the door when the sound of the loud snores coming from the living room got his attention. Curious, he turned around and cautiously crept up on his uncle.. The old bastard was out for the count. "Uncle Chuck," he called. Kurt nudged him. Chuck didn't stir; he kept on snoring as the TV droned on in the background. Kurt had an idea. He bounded up the stairs and into the master bedroom. "Kurt!" Aunt Susan gasped. She was sitting at her vanity retouching her makeup. "What are you doing—I told you I'd meet you in your room?!" "Change of plans—let's fuck here!" "Are you crazy—Chuck will kill us both!" She was angry but careful not to raise her voice. "Don't worry—he's out for the count," Kurt said and closed the door. She jumped up and came toward him waving an angry finger. "No…No…No…we are not going to do this here—" "Shhhh!" Kurt cupped a palm over her mouth. "Yes, we are…trust me…Uncle Chuck is in no shape to do anything." He took his hand from her mouth. "Okay," she whispered. "We'll do it here." Kurt smiled and sat down on the chair by the vanity. "Get undressed," he said. Susan nervously undid her blouse and slipped off her skirt. Kurt knew she was inhibited with her husband right downstairs, but as far as he was concerned, that only added to the excitement. She was still trembling when she took off her bra and removed her panties. Kurt rose from the chair and slowly got out of his clothes. Aunt Susan folded her arms over her bare breasts and fidgeted nervously. When he was done, he sat back down in the chair and pulled her over to him. Susan needed no further instructions; she spread her legs and mounted him—biting her lip as she carefully eased herself onto his stiff prick. He squeezed her tits as she slid slowly down his cock. "That's right…good girl," he whispered. She put her hands on his shoulders and grinded down on his crotch. He pinched her nipples and she started springing and bouncing like a little girl on a pogo stick. "UNH-UNH-UNH," she grunted. Kurt was content to let her do all the work…he wanted to save his strength for something special. Soon enough, Aunt Susan was jockeying to the finish line—whipping her head from side to side and bouncing and popping like a Mexican jumping bean. "I'M CUMMING…I'M CUMMING….I"M CUMMING," she whined. Her face contorted into a grimace and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Kurt's cock was still rock-hard as she wriggled in his lap. She began bucking harder and bouncing higher in a frenzied effort to get him off. "WAIT," he shouted. "What's wrong," she asked. "Let's try another way," he said as he brushed the hair from her face. "Sure hon, anything you want," she replied. She dismounted and slinked down between his thighs. "You want me to suck you off again, huh," she drawled. "No…I've got something else in mind," he said and grabbed a small jar of Vaseline from the vanity. "Go get your vibrator!" Susan looked baffled, but she scrambled to her feet, trotted over to the nightstand and retrieved her vibrator from the drawer. "What's the plan, hon…the suspense is killing me." Kurt smiled and snatched the vibrator from her. "Have you ever had it Greek-style?" Her jawed fell open and she raised a hand to her mouth. "Oh no…I won't do that," she protested. "Trust me…just trust me on this, Aunt Susan." Reluctantly she got on all four atop the bed. Kurt opened the jar of Vaseline and lubed up the dildo. "W-w-what are you gonna do with that'," she stammered. "Prepare you," he replied as he lightly probed her pink, puckered asshole with the tip of the vibrator. She squirmed as he slowly worked it in. He took his time, not wanting to panic her…gently caressing her butt-cheeks with his free hand. Minutes later, she was loose enough to take a couple of inches of it without freaking out. "How does that feel," he asked. "It's a little uncomfortable," she answered. Kurt grinned slyly and twisted the power knob. She yelped like a puppy and her body went rigid.. "OWWWWWWW—OWWWWWWW!!!" Kurt soldiered on, manipulating the vibrator like a master—working it around-and-around and back-and-forth. After overcoming the initial shock, Susan started getting into it—cooing like a dove, rubbing her pussy and generally embracing this brave new world. The Sins of Aunt Susan Ch. 02 Time to go, Kurt though. She's ready! Kurt lubed himself well and got into position behind her. In one quick motion, he pulled the vibrator out and slid his cock into Susan's tight, little well-primed browneye. She made a strangled gulping sound as he powered all seven inches up her ass. Her knees gave out and she flopped belly-down on the bed. Kurt stayed with her, then reached around, grabbed hold of her tits and started pumping. "OH GOD—OH GOD—OH GOD," she grunted in short, sharp bursts—grasping the sheets as if hanging on for dear life. Quickly, Susan adapted to the strange and unnatural sensation, just as she had with the vibrator, and rubbed her clit in rhythm to the thrusts. Kurt could feel her growing looser with every pump. "AH YEAH….FUCK MY ASS…FUCK IT HAARRRD!!!!" As Kurt pounded harder and harder, her crude grunts evolved into animalistic shrieks. He grabbed her shoulders and slammed as deep as he could go. The sheets grew warm and damp and the room filled with sharp, pungent odor. Susan was coming so hard, she had pissed herself. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH," she moaned as Kurt's cock spasmed and erupted inside her. She let out a pained sigh as he rolled off and withdrew his slimy, spent prick from her well serviced asshole. "Oh no…I peed the bed," she whined. "Let's go take a shower," he whispered as he gathered her up in his arms. "I can't believe how much I enjoyed that," she said as he carried her down the hall to the bathroom. Kurt could hear Uncle Chuck still snoring away down in the living room. "You even surprised me," Kurt remarked. "Some women can't get handle it." Her legs were weak as he set her down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor; she clung to him as he reached into the shower and tuned on the water. "So tell me hon, have you sent a lot of those little sorority girls off to bed with sore butts, or is that just something you saved just for your aunty," she asked wryly. "A gentleman would never answer such questions" he joked and pulled her into the shower. "Oooh…careful—that's a very sensitive area tight now," she joked as he rubbed a bar of soap on her ass crack. Kurt was having so much fun soaping up with Aunt Susan that he didn't hear the sounds of life stirring down in the living room. By the time they heard Uncle Chuck hammering on the door, it was too late. They froze in fear as he came barreling through the door and ripped down the shower curtain. "YOU FUCKIN" WHORE," he bellowed. His face was beet-red and there was murder in his bloodshot eyes as he lunged at them. "CHUCK – NO," she screamed. In a panic, Kurt shoved him away with all his might. Chuck stumbled backward, lost his footing, and landed on his back with a thud. Kurt and Susan scrambled out of the shower and ran to him. Much to their surprise and relief, he wasn't moving. Kurt stood over him with his fist cocked and ready, but the old bastard didn't budge; he just lay there with his eyes closed. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, rolled over and started snoring again. "Oh, thank God…he passed out," Susan said. "Help me get him to bed." They each grabbed an arm and dragged him down the hall to the master bedroom. He was still snoring as they hauled him up and tossed him on the bed. "Well….at least I won't have to make up an excuse for the pissy bed. I'll just blame it on him," Susan said. "He'll believe it—it wouldn't be the first time." "Do you think he'll remember seeing us together," Kurt asked. Susan shook her head. "I doubt it, but if he does, he'll probably think it was just some drunken hallucination." "I'm sorry about everything," Kurt said. "Oh baby," his aunt said and stroked his hair. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. I've had more excitement in the past three days than I ever had in my entire life." "Why don't you leave him," Kurt blurted. "I mean how can you stay married to a man like him?" She looked over at her comatose husband and answered. "I just can't, honey….I couldn't do that to him. And what kind of example would I be setting for Jason—running out on his father when the poor man needs me most?" Kurt didn't say anything, he let her continue. "He wasn't always like this….the accident took a lot out of him. Maybe things will get better and maybe they won't, but I can't leave him now…some day in the future, maybe, but not now." "I understand," Kurt said sadly. "Is there anything else I can do?" "No honey, you go back to your room and get some sleep. You have to be up early tomorrow to catch your bus. I'll take it from here," she said and tenderly kissed him on the cheek. As his aunt tended to her husband, Kurt gathered up his clothes, got dressed, and quietly left. ***** Kurt didn't sleep very well, but still managed to wake up with enough time to pack his things and get dressed. Once that was done, he called a taxi for a ride to the bus station. He was wondering whether or not, he should go over and say goodbye to his Aunt Susan or just slip away quietly. He opted to slip away quietly. Minutes later, he was in a cab headed for the Greyhound station in Denver. ***** After returning to college, Kurt threw himself back into his studies. He wanted to raise his GPA a few points, and move on with his life after those three days with Aunt Susan. A few weeks into the quarter, he got a call from Mr. Davis at Clark & Associates informing him that his internship application was accepted, and he could start the paid position in early June. He was excited, but a little uncomfortable about living and working so close to Aunt Susan. Resisting further temptation would be difficult. Shortly before final exams began, he received a small FedEx package in the mail. He recognized the return address as the law firm where his aunt worked as a paralegal. He tore it open and emptied the contents on his desk. A pair of black panties and a perfumed letter spilled out. He lifted the panties to his nose and took a whiff; there was no doubt about who they belonged to. He picked up the letter and read the handwritten message. Kurt, How's my favorite nephew? Your mom called to tell me that you got that internship in Denver. Congratulations, I'm so proud of you! I hope we can pick things up right where we left them off! Love & Kisses! Auntie Susan PS: I hope you like the souvenir! This is gonna be a great summer, Kurt mused as grabbed his cell phone and dialed Aunt Susan's number…he just hoped Uncle Chuck didn't answer.