8 comments/ 38558 views/ 3 favorites Auntie By: sparty_party Being in an international marriage has its benefits and draw backs. The pros and cons of these arrangements are sometimes hard to decipher. One must carefully think of cultural differences as well as personality traits. An additional layer of complexity develops as both members of the marriage adjust to the other. Thus, the situation is usually relatively fluid, requiring constant adjustment and recalibration in real time. These sequence of events occurred in 1986 in conjunction with a trip my wife and I were making to Japan. A bit of bit of background here is appropriate. I am an American married to Japanese woman. We had been married for 12 years. The first few years of marriage were spent in Japan. The onus of adjustment was largely in my lap. I learned enough of the language to be functional, enjoyed the food and indulged myself in the culture sufficiently to feel comfortable. We moved to the States largely because of a lack of opportunity for career advancement. I could only find work as a manual laborer and my wife in food service. The situation was stagnant, possibilities for improvement of income were limited. Being the progressive types we are, the move back to the States to allow for my education seemed like the right thing to do. I was not surprised but amazed how quickly my wife adjusted to her new situation. More then one issue existed here. Even though my wife had taken 10 years of English classes in Japan, putting it into practice was a bit more cumbersome then she anticipated. Additionally, in Japan we lived in somewhat small village on the outskirts of Kyoto. We were now living on the north side of Chicago. The culture shock value was exponential. And like me, after a few years, she was comfortable. Life was good. One of the highlights of an international marriage is the necessity to go back to the homeland on a regular and scheduled basis. For us, this ended up to be about every two years. We always stay with my wife's folks in the village; very picturesque, very serene. Depending on responsibilities and money, the length of these trips are variable. This was a whole summer trip whose purpose was to relax and just hang around the village. What happened is much more. As per usual, there was a party to be held on our arrival. The turnout was great. Most of the family, a few neighbors and friends were all enjoying too much sushi and saki. This was my fourth visit to Japan. Parties such as this were common during our visits. A chance to catch up on news and events. I glanced around the room to acknowledge our guests. Smiles were intermixed with bows of the head and a quick wink of the eye. My wife was doing her usual, relating to all in a customary and yet newly acquired flamboyant manner. Living in America had taken its toll. I mostly sat, drank and ate. Sitting next to me was one of my wife's aunts by marriage. She was the wife of my mothers brother, a very nice guy who owns a successful trucking business. They lived right down the street and were a usual fixture at these events. I had sat at this table and got drunk with her many times in the past. I always enjoyed her company, great conversationalist and she really likes to dance. She is an attractive woman, just four years my senior, always dressed like she is still 20 years old, a bit too much make-up and always the best perfumes. In Japanese of course, I always call her "Auntie" and she calls me "Nephew" with a smile. The party had started in the late afternoon. It was now mid-evening and the place was jumping. Even though everyone in the room knew this party would last late into the night, all were loaded to the max and yet ready for more, a classic village party. Auntie bent over to say something to me. She caught me looking down her low cut blouse at her braless tits. She asked me if I liked what I saw, as she bent over a little further. I was a bit embarrassed, did not answer and turned away blushing. She giggled as she poured me another drink. Knowing this party was just getting started and I would be expected to be present at the end to say goodnight to all, I decided to take a break from drinking and lay down for a bit. I slipped out of the party room and went to a bed room far down the hall. I had only been laying there a short time when I heard someone coming into the room. I looked up, in the dim light I thought it was my wife and said nothing. Almost immediately, my pants were pulled off and I was getting a blow job. After too much to drink and still jet-lagged I decided to just lay back and enjoy it. It didn't take long before I became cognizant that all was not according to Hoyle; the pace of her sucking was very rapid (my wife was always slow), she stuck her finger deep into my ass (my wife had never done this before), then the smell of good perfume hit me........Oh my God, Auntie is sucking my dick. I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was enjoying the service immensely but felt very odd that it was being delivered by a relative. I wanted her to understand that I knew what was going on, so I called her "Auntie"? No vocal response was made but the intensity of her sucking picked up considerably. I laid back still puzzled on how to handle this situation. Breaking the lip lock to catch her breath, she was giving me an almost violent hand-job. The choice of what to do was made for me as I ejaculated. She quickly moved in to ensure every drop ended up in her mouth. She sucked me dry, swallowing it all, leaving not a trace of evidence. Without saying a word, she quickly got up and left the room. She waived to me as she closed the door. I felt guilty as I laid there trying to figure out what to do next. I had just been seduced. Was I culpable? I could of stopped her, I think. Considering the situation, I needed a plan to effectively manage this situation. I decided to return to the party after a short nap. I laid there for 20 minutes wide awake worrying, than got up. I returned to the party with a feeling of trepidation. I quickly moved in and sat with the guys who were drinking and joking. After a few minutes, I was back in the swing of it. I frequently glanced at Auntie through out the rest of the evening. Each time she would lick her lips at me and smile. The night ended late with good- byes at the door. No hint of what occurred in the bedroom leaked out. The night had gone well. I woke the next morning to a raging case of jet lag over laid with a hangover. I slept for 2 days. Once back in synch, I decided to dedicate the rest of this trip to its intended purpose, rest and relaxation, hanging around the village, sleeping in late very day. Life around me proceeded in a usual and customary manner. Part of this normal routine, Auntie dropped by 2 or 3 times a week to talk with my mother or my wife about village news. I conducted myself in an appropriate manner. Only once during this period did she hint of something special with a quick lick of the lips and smile as she walked out the door. Denial worked well here as I threw any promiscuous thoughts of Auntie out of my head. I spent the majority of this trip walking through the local mountains, reading and writing, during the day. The evenings were spent in mys house eating and drinking. The late summer holiday of Obon was rapidly approaching. For this holiday, the villagers gather in the village central plaza to participate in traditional dances and fireworks. The wife and I were trying on our kimonos in preparation for the event when Auntie dropped by. She complimented us on our stylish choices. As Auntie was making her way out the door, and the wife was distracted by something, she subtly whispered to me that underwear is optional under ones kimono on this occassion. On her return, the wife quarried what was wrong when she saw me blushing. I side stepped this but took the underwear comment into consideration. The plaza was packed when we arrived for the evening Obon festivities. Small stages with minstrels and dancers entertained the crowd, the smell of charcoal and teriyaki sauce permeated the air. Like all village festivals, where everybody knows everybody, I quickly split from the wife and mingled with the crowd. After an hour in the saki tent, I ended up in a gaming tent where I quickly lost 5,000 yen. I was looking for a reason to leave when I saw Auntie walk buy with a group of women. We made eye contact which lingered. I got up and followed her from a distance. Not sure what compelled me to do such, I felt like a stalker. It must be the saki talking. She turned and we reestablished eye contact, I licked my lips and winked, she smiled back. She was now glancing back frequently monitoring my presence. As she came to the end of the plaza, with eye contact established, I cut into the backyard of an adjoining residence. I knew this house and had seen the occupants in the saki tent on my way here. The house was dark. I sat in the back garden admiring the trimmed ornamental trees and fish in the pond. I sat, waited, chewed my nails and worried about what would occur if Auntie did show up. Was not quite sure what I was doing here. The butterflies in my stomach felt like they were ready to fly out. Overlaying these jitters was a feeling of guilt. I was in the process of leaving, somewhat ashamed of myself, when the garden gate opened and Auntie entered. My heart rate doubled as I stood to greet her. She looked at me in a manner which made the moment feel even more awkward. It was a sweet, demure smile. She looked like a model in an advertisement from some slick magazine, just gorgeous in the moon light. Not sure how to respond, I stood there dumbfounded. She leaned forward an gave me a tender kiss, she sighed, the ice was broke, the fire was lit. We passionately embraced as I kissed up and down her neck. I reached through the front fold of her kimono grabbing her butt, tight and fine, no panties. She responded by parting my kimono to grab my dick, no underwear. Lost in a moment of lust, the thoughts of guilt left my head. Wanting to repay the favor from the party, I quickly sat her down on the garden bench gently pushing the layers of her kimono to the sides while pulling her legs apart. The moon provided just enough light to allow appreciation of a great set of legs which led to a glistening wet pussy. I resisted the urge to dive right in. Instead, I kissed and licked the inside of her thighs teasing her clitoris with an occasional flick of the tongue. She grabbed my head and thrust her pelvis into my face. I gave in and started fingering her pussy and licking on her clitoris in a coordinated rhythmic manner. I continued till the juices were flowing and the twat was having spasms. All lubricated and ready to go, I stuck my finger up her ass, thumb in her pussy and sucked her clitoris, moving all in a synchronized, fast paced manner. This is one of my wife's personal favorites. Only seemed right to share it, keep it in the family and so on. The juices were really flowing at this point, time for a change. I pulled my kimono to a side, lifted her legs high in the air and screwed her brains out. The action was intense as she bucked with my every stroke. The motion seemed to perpetuate itself; spellbinding to say the least. Consistent with the most common form of birth control practiced in Japan, I withdrew to ejaculate, leaving a fine specimen on her belly. While rearranging herself to reenter the festival in a presentable manner, she commented on the quality of my oral sex performance. She noted that she had never experienced such a high intensity orgasm with oral sex before. She described how Uncle gets blow jobs all the time but he never reciprocates. After all, this is a male dominated society. She thanked me again for the experience and slipped out of the garden. I waited for 10 minutes and exited myself. Went back to the game tent and lost another 5,000 yen. Another few weeks had passed and it was time to go back to the States. The wife and I had sex several times during this period. During these episodes, I was totally involved my wife. No thoughts of Auntie entered my mind. This eased the occasional binges of guilt I felt thinking of the festival scene. Auntie came to the house for her regular visits, brief glances were exchanged and nothing else. The customary farewell party was scheduled for today. Auntie and Uncle would be attending. I had no expectations of another encounter. Indeed, nothing more than a traditional sayonara seemed most appropriate. The farewell party was a barbeque at my brothers house, who lives down the street. A small group had gathered reminiscing on times past and plans for the future. I was sitting with the men drinking Kirin beer and Suntory whiskey as the conversation turned to aphrodisiacs and herbal concoctions which enhance male sexual performance. Uncle comments on his need for such products to keep up with Auntie. All snickered. I laughed, but silently, to myself. The women were sitting in a circle on the other side of the garden. It was obvious that they too had over indulged as a burst of loud laughter came roaring from the group. Auntie and my wife were leading the charge with humor based on male inadequacies. I sat up and watched as Auntie poured my wife a drink and visa-versa. Both looked great decked out in flimsy, colorful summer dresses. Over-dressed for the event, but they did look good. Interactions between my wife and Auntie always demonstrated a closeness. A synergism occurs when these two get together. They compliment each other well and have a strong rapport. The basis of this relationship started when Uncle first married Auntie. The wedding occurred with little notification, Uncle was marrying a girl from the city that no one knew. When she first moved to the village, her social acceptance was very slow coming. She was different than the rest of the women in the village who worked either on the surrounding farms or in the shops in the center of the village. Auntie did not work. Uncles business was very successful and he liked the idea of having a full-time house wife. During the day when the other women wore their work clothes, Auntie meandered around the village in stylish clothes, coiffured hair and polished nails. In addition, there were few other women in the village of Aunties age. Auntie was 24 when she married Uncle. My wife was 18. My wife lived in the village but was a full time student in a small college in Kyoto. She too did not work and spent most of her time helping around the house and studying. Based on availability and proximity of age, my wife was very accepting of Aunties situation and style. This allowed development of a close friendship. We were married in the village three years later. I was introduced to Auntie several months before the wedding. She served as one of my wife's sponsors (bridesmaid) in the wedding. I continued to watch Auntie and my wife interacting from across the garden. Again, the strong rapport between these two was obvious. But to what degree, I was unsure. I would find out tomorrow, on the plane flight home, that this relationship was much deeper seated than anything I could of imagined. My wife would reveal to me that about a year before we were married she had a fling with Auntie. When asked to define fling, this is a brief summary of her response. Uncle's business required that he frequently spend days on the road. During these trips Auntie would many times come to mys house to eat meals, watch TV and sometimes spend the night. She was always well received. An occasion presented itself where, my future mother and father-in-law went on vacation in Korea, Uncle was on the road, Auntie and my soon to be wife planned on spending the evening together eating carry out food and watching movies on TV. The movie they were watching was a real tear jerker. My wife sobbed as the heroine of the movie died for some noble and emotional reason. Auntie in an attempt to consol my wife gave her a big hung and a light kiss on the cheek. My wife responded by returning the kiss. Supposedly, Auntie responded with a serious kiss and started nibbling her ear. One thing led to another, in the end they were fucking each other with anything that even closely resembled a penis. My wife was quick to point out, this was a one time event, of which she has no regrets and actually remembers with a fondness. There was more to this story. Even though it was only late afternoon, the farewell party was winding down. Thes had gone back home to nap. Uncle had passed out in a loft above the garage. My brother-in-law and his wife had gone out with the neighbors to the city. As they left, they asked that I turn the lights off when we leave. Auntie and wife were still here but I was not sure where, no time to search, I needed to pee now. I ran into the house headed straight for the bathroom. As I left the bathroom with a huge sense of relief, I am summoned into an adjoining room by my wife. I entered to find Auntie and my wife sitting on a couch. Auntie invites me to sit next to her, my wife sits next to me on the other side. I was surrounded as my wife explains to me that she knew of the encounters Auntie and I had over the last few months. I blushed in embarrassment and a sense of shame. I sat saying nothing, waiting for a verdict. To my amazement, the girls started giggling. I had no idea what was going on but decided to giggle with them to take the edge off the situation. My wife than reached between my legs and began fondling my dick. Again I was taken aback , not sure what was going on, but than I quickly realized I was being set up. For what and why I was not sure. But now was not the time for question or confrontation. A big smile went across my face. The girls giggled as I now laughed out loud. While Auntie was kissing me and unzipping my pants, the wife stood in front of us getting naked. Auntie and I turned to watch as she removed her panties. Auntie stopped breathing for a second, then gasped as she viewed my wife's shaven pussy. This was a style my wife had recently adopted after watching porno movies with me back in the States. Auntie had never seen such before and was mesmerized. Not knowing the background of the style she asked my wife why she shaved? My wife replied it accentuated her sexual pleasure and I liked it. Auntie needed no further explanation, she wanted to be shaved too. So here I sit, thought I was going to be the center of attention, hard as a rock and ready to roll, and here go the girls giggling as they make their way down the hall to the bathroom. I followed, but not giggling. Japanese bathrooms are different than American. There is no toilet or vanity. These are in a separate adjoining room. The entire room is covered with tile and has a floor drain. Shower fixtures come right out of the walls and spray on the floor. The bathtubs are large and intended for soaking. The wife starts filling the tub and starts the shower as I enter the room. The room is steaming up fast. We rotate through the shower while getting soaped up. All slippery and slimy we indulge in a three way embrace, the girls rubbing there tits on my chest, Auntie stroking my dick and me rubbing my wife's smooth pussy. Life is good again. The wife drops to her knees to suck my dick, Auntie moves into the tub to watch and soften up that bearded crotch. I am becoming very aroused watching Auntie watching us. I must pull away before I climax. I go for the tub as Auntie jumps out. From the outside room my wife enters with a scissors, razor and shaving cream. Auntie snips down that bush to a very low level. Auntie, who is essentially hairless except for her head and crotch, is inexperienced with razor use. Feeling a lack of confidence, she asks if someone would finish the job for her. I was somewhat shocked as my wife quickly volunteered, but she has done this many times to herself. So I guess experience wins. Auntie Here I sit, typing this and I still do not believe it happened. I came into my husband's family less than 10 years ago and have watched relationships come and go and nieces and nephews graduate and mature. His niece, I will call Mickey, graduated from vo-tech and had her 19th birthday all in the same weekend. As I sat watching the men joke around and give lessons on the "art of BBQ'ing" , Mickey came and sat next to me with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Bad habits both and I proceeded to tell her so. Her reaction? "Oh Aunt Dee, chill out", I thought you were cooler than my mom's family." "I am but I am supposed to tell you about the evils of smoking and drinking as a responsible grown-up." And without so much as a hesitation she replied, "How about telling me about the evils of same sex lovemaking?" I nearly dropped my bottle of ice water and asked her, "What makes you think I know of anything even remotely about that subject?" She looked around to be sure no one was within earshot and whispered, "I saw how you looked at my classmates' mom in that sheer blouse she was wearing." "You licked your lips like she was a lollipop or something!" I could feel my face turning bright red and got up to excuse myself and went into the house to put a cool cloth on my beet red face. I did not hear Mickey come in behind me but she cleared her throat and was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, just smiling and watching me. "Look this is not the kind of subject..." and she shushed me right then and there. "Don't panic and chill Auntie, I couldn't take my eyes off her either and trust me, I wanted to taste her as much as you did!" Shock, surprise and then I started to laugh. "Why are you talking to me about this Mickey?" "Because you're not like the rest of my uptight family and when I saw your reaction to that woman, I knew you were the right person to approach and ask a favor of." Favor? I couldn't think what that favor would be but she was right. My husband's family is old fashioned and really uptight. Talking about gay or lesbian topics is and was quickly shut down or turned into sarcastic comments and ignorance. Better to leave those topics for the church to decide. Anyway, I was curious about this favor and asked Mickey what she wanted of me. She turned and looked me straight in the eye and said, "I am curious about lesbians and gays and want to talk to you away from everyone because it would never be an accepted topic to discuss with anyone in my family." "Oh okay that seems harmless enough," I said and she walked over and stood next to me in the bathroom. I was not prepared for what happened next but WHAT A FUCKING TURN ON! Mickey took my hand, ran it over her thigh, up under the hem of her dress and placed it between her legs on her very wet pussy. No panties just wet slippery pussy and she clamped her legs around my hand and proceeded to masturbate until she came. I stood with my mouth open and she looked straight into my eyes and said, "One of these days you're going to have to put that sweet mouth to work where your hand is now!" I don't know if I was more shocked or turned on? She is a beautiful young woman with firm 34 C breasts, a petite size 8 body and short but thick blonde hair. She is about 5'4" and can't weigh more than 110 pounds if that much. I've seen her in short dresses that would have any man walking around with a hard on, a skimpy two piece bathing suit that one strong wave could rip off and nighties with nothing underneath but a smile. And while I knew she was technically my niece, I could certainly appreciate a beautiful, sexy woman no matter what. But I was not expecting anything like this and she could see the confusion and arousal on my face. "Look. I know you are turned on and surprised but let's keep this between the two of us okay?" "Absolutely, "and no more mention of it was made after we both cleaned up and went back outside. I did not think about it anymore chalking it up to "youthful indiscretion" and almost forgot about it until a month later when Mickey showed up at my door on one of my husband's "night out with the boys." I was on the computer and heard a knock at the door. I went to see who it was, thinking my husband had forgotten something and there was Mickey, wrapped in her big warm winter coat asking to come in and talk. It wasn't terribly cold out but I figured she was chilly and invited her in. "Want a cup of coffee or hot choc or something, you look like you are freezing with that big old coat on?" "No thanks but I will take it off it is getting warm." I turned around to close the door and when I turned back, there she was completely naked except for the boots on her feet! "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" "Have you lost your mind?" "Why don't you like the way I look?" "You're my niece; you're only 19 and what the hell is going on?" "Look Aunt Dee, this isn't a set up, it isn't a joke and I am not your niece." "I am 19 and an adult and I am curious and want to have you be my first time with a woman." Her body was amazing and despite all the warning lights going off in my head, I could not help getting aroused and I could feel my own body reacting to a naked woman in front of me. Somewhere in my brain I forgot who she was and only thought about what she was. A sexy naked horny woman with a body that is young and soft and desirable! "What am I thinking? What is wrong with me?" Mickey could see I was struggling with my thoughts and the idea and said, "If I weren't technically your niece, would it make a difference?" "I guess so but why me?" "Because you aren't my aunt, you aren't as old fashioned as my family and I have been attracted to you for over a year since I saw you naked last year." "What? When?" "When I stayed overnight after the New Year's Eve party and you were getting out of the shower, I saw you in the mirror through the half open door and you were tweaking your nipples and your hand went to your pussy and you played with it." "At that point, I rubbed myself off while I watched you and I knew then I had to be with you." I was not sure how to respond but that was going to become a moot point momentarily. Mickey walked over to me and kissed me softly, while she placed my hand on her erect nipple. I could feel how hard it was and without thinking, I put my lips on it and sucked her as she put her head back and quietly moaned as I flicked her nipple and teased it with my tongue. When I lifted my head Mickey looked at me, placed her hands on my shoulder and guided me to my knees in front of her. She opened her legs slightly and I could smell the tang of her pussy and see the juice run down her thigh. She guided my mouth to the top of her thighs and spoke quietly, "Suck my cunt and make me feel good." At that point, she was not my niece; she was not someone I was related to in any way. All she was was a hot piece of young pussy and I was lucky enough to be her first bisexual lover and I was going to enjoy every sweet hot fucking moment of it! I licked her gently at first, teasing and twirling my tongue around until I found her clit and then I pulled her body closer to my mouth and sucked her clit until she grabbed my hair and pushed me away! I wanted more and told her so. She walked to the bedroom, unbuttoned my blouse and helped me out of my clothing until we both stood naked and aroused. She wanted to taste me but I was not ready to let that sweet hot little pussy go until I had my fill and gave her some incredible orgasms. I laid her down across my bed and spread her legs open as far as I could. Her pussy smell permeated the room and I could not wait any longer! I dove into her cunt with my lips and tongue and fingers and she moaned as I fingered her hungry pussy until she stiffened and came all over my face. I could not stop she was so sweet and hot and young and I wanted her like I never wanted anyone. I licked her, I sucked her, I finger fucked her pussy and when I put on my favorite dildo and told her," I was going to fuck her like no man ever had," she smiled, and opened her legs wider for me. She laid there panting and through half closed eyes she said, "Fuck me; fuck me now and fuck me hard lover." That was all the encouragement I needed and I fucked her like I was a stallion with a mare in heat! Every stroke was long and hard and I hit bottom wanting nothing more than to make her come and beg me for more! Oh how she came, over and over again! I wanted to give her more and she moaned and screamed her pleasure and I drove into her again and again. "You like that you bitch don't you?" "You like me fucking you don't you baby?" With each stroke I told her, "fuck that cock baby, pump that pussy all over me, make it wet, make it come all over my cock!" "Give it to me; more lover more; fuck me harder, make me come all over your hard cock!!" "Fuck me; fuck me; fuck me; fuck my cuntttttt.." Aghhhhhhh we both came together and as she wrapped her legs around my waist and whispered, "Again please and thank you." I don't remember how long it was but I knew I had to stop sooner rather than later, my husband would be home in a few hours. I told her this and she looked crestfallen but sat up while I went into the kitchen to get us something to drink, we were both feeling drained. I noticed there was a message on the phone and found out it was from my husband. He told me he would be out later than he thought and I was not to worry he would catch a ride home if he could not drive. I didn't know Mickey was behind me and heard the message until I felt her fingers touch my "cock" and I saw her smile. "Gee I guess I get my wish don't I?" "Yes I guess we both do tonight!" "How about I taste your pussy and try on your cock and fuck you now auntie?" "Fine but stop calling me that and come sit on my face I am hungry again!" She followed me back into the bedroom and as I lay down upon the bed, Mickey climbed on to my mouth, spread her wet dripping pussy lips and sat down, "Now make me come again!" I ate her sweet pussy again and when it came time for her to return the favor, it was incredible! She was gentle and curious and soft and slow and it felt fucking amazing!!! I could not help myself at one point it felt so damn good, I pushed her face into my pussy and humped her mouth until I squirted all over her and damn neared drowned her!! "I want to feel that too, can you make it happen?" "Absolutely, but first I want to see if you know how to fuck my pussy as well as I did yours." She strapped on my "toy" and fucked me like any man has before and maybe it was the night or the experience but my orgasms were so strong I passed out from the pleasure. I was only out for a brief moment but Mickey looked down at me and said, "My turn again, make me squirt!" Greedy little cunt..lol I was more than happy to oblige and I made her sit on my mouth so I could tongue fuck her and hold her sweet tight ass in my hands. She rocked back and forth on my face, rubbing her clit across my teeth and putting my nose in her wet slippery pussy! She grabbed my head, shoved it further between her legs and growled at me, "Lick me you cunt, make me squirt all over your fucking face!" She rode harder and harder and I could tell by her movements and the sound of her breathing she was close. "Oh yeah..that's it..A little more, don't stop not now not yet. Yes yes yes. More more more," and she rode my mouth harder and harder. "Make me come...make me comeeeeee." I felt her stiffen and all at once this rush of liquid covered my face and I opened my mouth to drink it all!! "Aghhhhhhhh oh my fucking damn" was all she said as she gushed over and over. "Yes yes yes," she repeated with each rocking motion she made on my face. "Lick me clean, that's it, lick me all over." And I obliged gladly!! I licked her sweet little pussy clean, giving her a few smaller but still enjoyable orgasms and she reciprocated by fingering my clit and giving me some wonderfully slow and relaxing orgasms with her hands. As we relaxed, I asked her how she was getting home without her clothing and she told me she had them in her purse. I guess I was too excited to even remember seeing her purse. Mickey got up, cleaned herself a little and got dressed and ready to go. I gave her a little smooch and as she was leaving, my husband came home and made mention of the fact that Mickey had spent time with me. "Oh she just needed someone to talk to tonight and I was home." I smiled. Needless to say this has been my masturbation fantasy ever since. Mickey and I talked a few days later and she thanked me for the best graduation/birthday present she ever got! We never discussed getting together again after that but my door is always open! And I am such an understanding and helpful aunt!! Auntie Amanda Receives a Gift I have always enjoyed stories of adult women intrigued by the uncontrolled virility of younger men and teenage guys. If you like that as well, this story is for you to enjoy. Responses are welcome, but please put "Doug" in the subject line. Enjoy! * It was 3:15PM. Amanda was driving home from work. She had been staying with her older sister Beth for the last few months while looking for an apartment. Beth was divorced, living alone except for her teenage son Doug. She was always gone very early to her job and never got back before 6:30. With Amanda's shorter hours, she was the one to make Doug his cereal and see him off to school. And they often ran into each other in the afternoons if each were around the house. As she drove home to Beth's house, Amanda silently noted the events of the last several days to herself. It had all started when one night she found a pair of her white lace panties placed on top of the others in her dresser drawer. It was folded oddly- she was sure she hadn't put them there like that. As she picked the panties up, they felt strangely heavy in her hand. Even before she peeled them open, Amanda sensed what she would find. The sticky whiteness and the scent of man-cum was unmistakable, but she still dabbed her fingertips in it and tasted it with the tip of her tongue- less to be sure (she was sure) and more just to enjoy the flavor. There was only one person in the little house that could have filled her panties with semen and put them in her dresser. Dougie was pretty good-looking already, mused Amanda. She had, of course, noted him checking her body out, normal behavior for an 18 year-old teenager living with a busty 31 year old single woman. And Amanda, for her part, had always liked younger guys. Even though she was older, she had always enjoyed a young man's youthful 'energy". And she realized, when she found the cum-loaded panties, that she might have been unconsciously flirting with Doug a bit... That next morning, Amanda didn't say a word about what she'd found. She did, however, make Doug his cereal while wearing a very short skirt and higher heels than was usual for her office job. She faced away from him a lot, subtly pushing her ass out for him to enjoy. In the kitchen mirror, Amanda could see that Dougie was noticing. When he got back from school that day, Amanda was nowhere to be found. But on Doug's bed, there was a different pair of her panties all spread out, as if left there for him. As Doug picked them up, his hands shaking, he saw an envelope on the bed. It had his name on it. "Dear Dougie- I just want you to know that I did receive the gift you left for me to find, and I appreciate your present and the warm feelings you must be having for your Auntie. Here is something else for you- an especially lacy pair that you might enjoy. If you would be so kind, Auntie would like you to leave at least two 'presents' in them for her to find in her dresser drawer when she returns tonight. Is that OK with you? By the way: I will be home tonight about 9 o'clock. If it's not too much trouble, Auntie prefers her gift to still be warm when she receives it- so if you would, please time your 'gifting' activities to be just before I get home. And Dougie- please enjoy! Thinking nice thoughts about you. Auntie Amanda" When she got in shortly after 9:00, Amanda went straight to her room and slid open the top drawer. The house seemed strangely quiet, as if no one was home. But as she hefted the heavy panties that were there for her, she knew that Dougie was nearby- almost certainly listening. The cum was so warm that it was almost steaming. And it was certainly more than just two loads- a huge wad of fragrant sperm was oozing obscenely out of the little lacy crotch-cup of her panties into her open hand. Knowing that Doug was certainly listening for her every movement, Amanda quietly eased back onto her bed and began to masturbate, devising a plan for what to do next with her nephew. She frigged herself, imagining her horny nephew jerking his teenage cock. Did he use the lacy material to stimulate himself, rubbing it up and down his shaft, or did he grease up his prick, squeeze and stroke and excite himself- and then just hold the lingerie at his cock-tip to catch his load? She imagined him shooting hot sperm into the panties she left for him, obeying her wishes...As she neared her first orgasm, she scooped up Dougie's 'gift' on her fingertips and massaged the whole warm mess of it into her hole and her engorged pussy-lips, paying special attention to her clit. There was enough gooey white man-shot to cream up her whole pubic mound. Knowing that her nephew was listening, she allowed one quiet moan to escape her lips into the empty room as Amanda suddenly realized what her next step with him would be. As she imagined it occurring, she suddenly orgasmed intensely on Dougie's sperm. That was last night. Now, on the drive home, she reviewed in her mind how this morning had gone. When Dougie came down to have a bite before heading to school, Beth had, as always, left for work long before. Amanda was, as usual, already in the kitchen, making him a bowl of cereal. Her choice of clothing was for the office, as usual. But the details were decidedly even sexier than what Amanda had worn the day before. Doug was used to checking out her butt as she moved about the kitchen in an office skirt. But this one was tighter and of lighter material than ever before, and almost short enough to see her ass. Amanda was wearing high heels that made her leg muscles flex, and her buttocks quivered with every step she took. Under his jeans, Doug's cock, as usual, began to harden and thicken. "Here's your breakfast, nephew." murmured Amanda as she bent low to place the bowl in front of him. "Gotta eat well to stay strong..." Amanda sat down across from him at the table- another change from the usual. "Dougie...." Amanda was looking at him. "Huh?" Even though Doug had hot fantasies several times a day about fucking his aunt, he had never figured out how to talk with her without stumbling on his words. "Dougie, look at me." Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the table. On the way to looking her in the face, Doug's gaze passed up Amanda's bust. Today, she was wearing a tight silk blouse that buttoned up the back. It hugged her tummy and seemed to cup her fat breasts for Doug's pleasure. Amanda was petite- only a little over 5 feet tall. Doug was a gangly 6' 1". As they sat, he was looking down the shadow between her breasts. Amanda had beautiful tits, large for her slight frame. They were classically cone shaped, with big nipples that stuck out easily. Men always stared at them, and today she was wearing a half-cup push-up brassiere that forced her nipples into erection and pushed them hard against the silk. Doug's cock, rubbing against his shorts, gave another twitch. Finally, he raised his eyes to meet his aunt's. Amanda was smiling. "I just want you to know that I really enjoyed the present you made for me. I feel very flattered, Doug." In the pause that followed, he stole another glance at her cleavage. Amanda smiled, inwardly this time. As she spoke again, her pussy gave her a little tingle. "If it's OK with you, Dougie, I have a question for you." "Uh, OK. What?" "It's kind of a personal question, so I hope you don't mind. After all, we're friends, right, Doug?" Amanda took his silence as permission to continue. She reached across the table and rested her hand on his. "When you—when you make my 'gift', Dougie, do you use my panties to stroke and stimulate your penis, or do you jerk yourself with lube or something and then just use my little panties to shoot off into?" Doug's heart was pounding. "Um.. Ummmmm." Amanda looked at him, trying to find his eyes again. "Is it OK that I ask, Doug? I'm just curious..." "Um. The second." Doug exhaled. "I see...." Amanda paused. "Does it take long?" Doug started- he wasn't expecting another question. Instead of waiting for his answer, Amanda slowly stood up and went over to the counter. She faced away from her nephew, and slowly, wordlessly shimmied and worked up her skirt. Doug stared. Under the skirt, Amanda was wearing a little lacy thong, pulled tight into her ass-crack. Looking at his face in the kitchen mirror, she worked the thong out and down her long legs, finally stepping out of them. Then Amanda eased her skirt down, covering herself again, and turned back to face Doug. She held her warm, damp panties in her hand. "I have to go to work in about 5 minutes, and you have to go to school. Do you think you can take these to your room and make a 'present' to give to me before I have to leave?" Amanda placed the panties in his hand and closed his fingers over the material. "You have five minutes. Go." As Dougie ran from the room, Amanda set the kitchen timer. Her pussy was tingling as she paced the kitchen, wondering how she could keep her sister from finding out about any of this. Beth probably wouldn't have let Amanda come to live there if she had known of Amanda's sexual predilections. Beth didn't know that Amanda liked to fuck teenage boys even more than men her own age—even Amanda had no idea how many teenagers she had screwed. Even when Amanda was just a girl, she found boys younger than her very interesting. As a teen, she liked to get got the younger boys to follow her around and do as she said- it wasn't difficult. But once those boys started to reach puberty, Amanda found that there was much, much more that she could do to manipulate and control them. They found her heavy tits fascinating, for instance. She found that just a good look at her in her brassiere was enough to get a boy to do almost anything she asked. And then Amanda's own sexual desires came into play. She watched a boy touch himself in front of her (she had asked him to, after showing him her boobs) and became wet from watching his penis thicken and harden. Watching his orgasm, though, really changed her sexuality forever. The way his cock erupted, her first sight and taste of ejaculate... The sticky white cum-stuff especially fascinated her. Amanda liked to play with it, masturbate with it, taste it... Soon she wanted it shooting directly into her mouth and ultimately, of course, into her cunt. But why not men her own age? Of course, it had all started when she was a little girl. But as a woman, Amanda liked the way young guys got hard over and over, the animal way they shot off all the time, the fact that they couldn't even help themselves- all this appealed to Amanda's sensitivities. She liked the obvious, desperate look in their eyes on the streets as they checked her out, liked the awkward way they tried to talk to her when she didn't really need them to talk. As a girl, she had liked just making boys do what she wanted- but as a woman, the charge she got had become sexualized. Both Amanda's secret fantasy life and her real-life romances now revolved around two things: titillating younger men and then, in good time, drawing thick shooting cum- preferably lots of it- of a hard cock. The boys never seemed to mind. Doug returned at a run, zipping up his fly and trying to do his belt. "OK!" he said. "Thank you, Dougie..." Amanda took the panties. In her little hand, they felt heavy again, warm going on hot. "Did you have fun shooting off into Auntie's little panties?" To his delight, she squished them between her fingers. The cum was oozing though the lace, getting out... "Were they still warm when you nosed your cockhead into them and came your load?" As she teased him, Amanda was stretching her wet lingerie open in front of him. Just then, the kitchen timer dinged. "Just in time, Dougie" Amanda turned away from him again, as if feigning modesty, but the real reason she faced away was that she was getting very wet and excited. Her face was flushing, and right now she needed to maintain control of the situation. So, hiding her face from her nephew, she stepped into the panties-- and pulled them up her legs real slow. Her hands were shaking slightly. She eventually worked the slimy, cum-dripping panties up her legs and back into the crack of her ass and against her pussy. Amanda turned and faced Doug, still holding her skirt up, and showed him the wet spot where his cum now was-- right against her cunt. As he stared, trying to commit every detail to memory, Amanda reached down and used two fingers to push his cum into her crack. They both heard the squishing sound. "Thank you Doug- that feels really, really nice." Her voice shook, just a bit, but Amanda remained outwardly calm. "One more thing, Doug." She pulled down her skirt and picked up her bag. "Please don't masturbate until you hear from me. I'll text you. Understood?" Doug, momentarily speechless, simply nodded. "Well, I'll see you later. I'll be late for work..." Amanda walked away. Doug heard more squish squish noises. In a minute, he heard the door close and Amanda's car leaving. Another five minutes, and he had to leave for school. Mid morning, Doug got a page. It was Amanda's number. "C U 3:30?" He'd have to skip out on his buddies, but this was a no-brainer. "OK CU" he texted back. That was at 11:00. He was in school 'till 3:00 and probably couldn't have jerked off anyway. His erection was active all day. Just after 3:00, class got out and he jumped into his car. He tried not to run any lights on the way. Amanda, for her part, had had to change out of her slut heels and skirt for her job. She also put on a regular brassiere. But she had worn her nephew's cum against her pussy all day. She had a fucked smell about her, and though she got a few second (and third) looks from some of the guys around her office, none of them had had the guts to say anything to her directly. After work, she had changed back for the drive home. As she drove, she kept squeezing her thighs together and releasing them, squeezing and releasing. She was fingering her pussy, too, getting herself juiced up. As she pulled into the driveway, she noted Doug's old car already parked there. A good thing, because Amanda was just about ready. Doug was sitting on the front-hall couch as she let herself in. Doug suddenly sat up very straight. Amanda stood just a few inches in front of him and paused, setting her feet apart, letting the smell of pussy mixed with hours-old cum waft over him. "How are you, Dougie?" She was almost whispering. "Did you have a nice day?" "Got your text." He volunteered. "Yes." Amanda waited a beat. "Your Mommy's not here, is she?" Doug looked surprised. His Mom was never home in the afternoon. "N—no, Aunt Amanda. She's working- right?" Amanda nodded. "Of course she is, Dougie. We both know that..." She paused again, letting the tension build. "Dougie, will you go up and let yourself into my room? I think you know just how to do that, don't you?" He was headed to the stairs already. "Doug?" He paused. "Please be sitting on the side of my bed. Thanks." Amanda got a glass of wine, made him wait a few minutes. When she went upstairs and opened the door, there he was, just as she had asked him to be. "Thank you, Dougie. I'm so glad we have some time today to visit..." Amanda faced her vanity and, in a half profile to Doug, reached behind her back and began to work out the little buttons of the silk blouse. "So much has happened in our house in the last few days, hasn't it, Doug?" "Y- yes. I guess." "You guess." Amanda appeared to be thinking this over. "So, Dougie: how long have you been having these, umm, special thoughts about your Auntie?" Amanda's tits were thrusting out, as she strained and reached behind her back for the buttons. Doug was trying not to look like he was staring. "Umm- maybe since you moved in?" "Oh- that long?" she mused. Amanda was putting on a good show. She twisted at the waist and moved back and forth. "So you've been very shy, haven't you?" Doug was staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Umm. I didn't think you'd want to know..." Amanda was unfastening the buttons, opening from the top down. She paused and, in the mirror, looked back into his eyes. "Well, I'm very glad you were brave enough to tell me, Doug." She resumed unbuttoning. "In your own special way, that is..." In her mirror, she could see that Doug was already hard, fidgeting, fighting to keep his hands away from his dick. Finally, Amanda eased her blouse forward and removed it. Dougie was in awe. Her nipples, high above the upper edge of the push up bra, were thickening and erecting in the cool air. Amanda turned to him. "I recall now that one pair of my panties has been missing for some time...I expect you know just where they are..." She turned towards him and took a step his way. "Why don't you just keep them, OK? A present from me to you..." She raised her hands to her breasts. "We have the house to ourselves, don't we, Doug?" Amanda was gently stroking her nipples for Doug's pleasure- and her own. "I mean- you haven't invited any of your friends over or anything, have you?" Now, Amanda was pulling on her tits more forcefully. "No, right?" Doug nodded "no". Amanda pinched her nipples, twisted them. "And we both know that my sister Beth, your Mommy, will be away until 6:30 tonight, correct?" Doug was staring. "Yes, Auntie Amanda." "Very good, Nephew Dougie. That's all very good..." Amanda stepped back to her vanity. She leaned back against it. "And speaking of your Mommy... we won't be talking about any of this with her, am I right about that?" Doug looked almost afraid at the thought. "No, no way! I don't tell Mom nothin". Amanda paused, her hand hovering over the little zipper on her hip- looked at him. "Say: 'I won't tell, Auntie Amanda'". Doug was dry-mouthed, but he managed: "I- I won't tell anyone, Auntie Amanda." "Very good, Nephew Dougie". This time, unlike this morning, she eased out of her skirt while facing him. She worked the zipper down- and as she wiggled out of her tight skirt, her hip curves were revealed. After a minute, Doug could see that the panties matched the half-cup bra, though they were badly inundated with cum and cunt-juice. Finally, Amanda and her nephew Dougie were alone in her room. Beth was away at work- they would be undisturbed. Amanda was wearing nothing but heels, brassiere, and a pair of wet, cum-filled panties. Doug's cock was forming a big tent in his lap. At times like this, it turned Amanda on to initiate. Why it got her wet and quivery, she didn't know, but she wanted to fuck a virgin. She took a few steps towards her nephew Doug and stood over him, her high-heeled feet apart, straddling either side of one of his legs. The half-cup pushed her tits up, close to his face. "Well, then. Since we seem to have an agreement, let me just undo this..." whispered Amanda. She was manipulating the catch of her brassiere, centered between her tits. Doug could feel the subtle pressure of her thighs as they brushed against his leg in time with her movements. She could have just snapped the bra open, but Amanda took her time, playing with her nephew's emotions as she finally undid the catch and slowly eased the two halves apart. "Uuuhhh.." Doug groaned as Amanda finally released her heavy breasts for him. The weight of her flesh pushed the bra cups downwards and away. Then Amanda lifted and supported her boobs with her hands, lifting and squeezing them, pulling the hard nipples and then releasing so her flesh quivered liquidly for her horny nephew. "Would you like to smell?" Amanda whispered. To get closer to his face, she put her right knee up on the bed, between his legs. Amanda held up her tits, brushed her nipples across her nephew's face, back and forth- one, twice... The tension was mounting. Amanda loved this moment. She adjusted her knee so that it was pressing his shorts, brushing against the side of Doug's rampant prick, nudging his balls... Almost there... Auntie Amanda Receives a Gift With a groan. Doug plunged his face into her cleavage. She pulled his head in and forced her tits into his mouth. Doug's big hands clutched the small of her back and pulled her breasts into his face. She closed her thighs together over his leg, reached down and, through the satiny material of Doug's running shorts, put her hand right on his cock. Amanda forced Doug back deeper into her bed, pushing her breasts into his face and finally forcing him flat on his back as she climbed up on her hands and knees and fed him tit. While with one hand she held herself up over him, the palm of her other hand was stroking his hard-on through his shorts. Finally, she reached up his leg hole and closed her hand directly around Doug's prick. It was far thicker than she had expected, and that was good. Amanda liked a big cock and a big man- it contrasted with her petite body. It had been months since she had last had a really big cock up her, so her hole was probably tighter than if she was getting it every day, and Amanda's cunt was naturally pretty tight regardless. She smiled in anticipation of that forced-open, split-by-cock feeling. It might even take a few minutes to work it into her fuck-hole. In response to that thought, Amanda's clit tingled. Her cunt started to cream. By now, Amanda was straddling her nephew's hips. She got up and pulled her breasts away from him. With her left hand, she still held his prick. Now she snaked the fingers of her right hand under the edge of her wet, soiled panties. "My panties are all wet with cum, Dougie. You've been jerking your prick into all my lingerie. Why is that?" Doug looked down as the material tented and twisted over her knuckles. "I wore your cum against my pussy all day long, Nephew..." Amanda was masturbating her clit. "It kept me warm and wet..." She twisted, and her tits swung in front of Dougie's eyes. She looked down at him. "Has Dougie been sexually frustrated?" Amanda let go his cock and undid one of the clasps that stretched over her hip. She was still frigging her clit. "Well, so has Auntie..." The scant material snapped away. "Has Dougie been jerking off into his Auntie's underwear because it's so sexy to look at her ass in the kitchen every morning? OH! Well—ungh, I've been watching you, too...." Amanda unsnapped the other catch, and the panties fell away uselessly against Doug's leg. He looked down, and Amanda slowly drew her hand away, uncovering her pubis for him. Doug moaned-- he saw that her cunt mound was completely shaven, devoid of pubic hair, smooth like a whore's. "It was very brave of you to shoot cum into my best lace panties and leave them where you knew Auntie would find them...how did you know I would like that? Auntie is very impressed with you." Her pussy lips were spread—Doug could see them separate in the dim light, could see the space between where he knew his cock was supposed to fit. His prick gave a little jerk at the thought. Amanda gently took Doug's hands in hers, guided them to hold her hips. "You are going to grow up to be a very strong, sexual man, Doug..." His hands got the idea, instinctually gripping and pulling her towards him. "Ooooh! You are so strong, Dougie!" Amanda was taking a chance, knowing that Doug might blow his load at any moment, but she took a bit of time. She touched his dangling balls with her fingertips, trailed them up the length of his shaking prick, lightly stroked back down... After a minute of this, she held him just below his glans and was impressed again with his size. "You are such a big boy, Doug! Your cock is so—so thick!" She passed his fat, dripping cockhead all over her pubic mound, mixing his fresh precum with the old cum that still glistened and crusted against her skin. "And smooth and hot, too..." she murmured. She passed his glans across her vaginal opening, eased it away, allowed him to enter a fraction of an inch, pulled away... "I—I know you like my panties, but isn't this where you really want to cum, little Dougie?" He grunted, trying to hold back from shooting, but it wasn't going well. Doug's cock was dripping all over Amanda's hand. Now it was starting to jerk. She felt his breathing shift. Amanda sensed the time was close. With a deep breath, she released his prick at the opening of her tight, wet slit. His cock was challengingly fat, and she had to sit down on it slowly and forcefully, holding the shaft to her fuck-hole opening with one hand until the tip was wet enough to slide in. It took one, two, then a third push before his prick was plowed entirely into her cunt. She fucked him hard, pulling her hips up and down fast, forcing her tits down again into his face. For his first real fuck, she wanted to overwhelm him, make his orgasm hot-- shooting out hard and intensely. This first time won't take long, she thought—let him shoot cum as soon as he wants. Amanda remembered hot thick and creamy Doug's loads all had been, knew his prick would be giving her one directly any second—and felt her pussy surge with lubrication at the thought. Doug moaned in a way that was impossible to mistake. Amanda leaned down, put her full weight on him. She heard his muffled yell against her breast, felt his hips shoving, lifting her little body right off the bed. She forced herself back down onto his cock, felt his balls against her clinging cunt lips. Then she felt the flood of hot cum coating her insides, juicing up her holes as he rammed in and out faster and faster. Amanda reached back behind her and stroked his ballsack, increasing his pleasure as Doug continued to orgasm. "That's right, Dougie. That's a good boy." She whispered. "Shoot out all your cum." She continued to gently rub his balls as his breathing slowed. "Auntie Amanda is very proud of you. You cum very nicely..." Doug realized that he had finally lost his virginity- with the woman he fantasized about the most. Auntie and Her College Nephew Most literotica stories seem made up, but this is a true story that is about me and my favorite aunt. It involves a nephew innocently sleeping with his aunt when she moved in with our family after her divorce. Aunt Helen had been married at the age of 18 and stayed married to Daniel until she was 32. She and Daniel had a great boat and they taught me to water ski when I was a small boy. Helen was fit and cut a good figure in her bathing suit. I noticed even as a boy that men took second looks at her and she drew the attention of most men when she entered a room. After her divorce, she put her furniture into storage and moved into my family's spare bedroom with only a couple of pieces of furniture and a single bed. She was my favorite aunt and she took me to movies and spent money on me, which is something my parents could not have done. Aunt Helen invited me to sleep in the bed next to her most nights. We would snuggle and spoon. She'd say, "come on, let's spoon and keep each other warm". Even thought I was 18 at the time, I looked much younger. I wore my pajamas and she wore her nightgown and everything was good and innocent. I must confess that it felt mighty nice pushing against her backside and I couldn't swear that she didn't push back. My cock would sometimes get hard against her ass but She did not acknowledge my erection in any way and everything remained good. The bank eventually transferred Aunt Helen to Atlanta after a year, so that ended my time of sleeping innocently and spooning next to her in that little bed. Some time later I was a college freshman at the university. On weekends I would drive to Atlanta to visit my girlfriend and stay on Aunt Helen's sofa. I had my own key to her apartment and let myself in and out as needed. My girlfriend wasn't exactly a prude, but I had never had sex with her and we did not spend the night with each other. She was a sexy girl and very affectionate, but we had just never gone, "all the way". I always had to drop her off at her dorm before heading over to Aunt Helen's apartment to sleep on her sofa. One night Aunt Helen and some of her friends had plans to attend an art opening at one of the local galleries, while I headed out to an evening of drinking and a couple of parties with my girlfriend. After dropping my girlfriend at the dorm I opened Aunt Helen's apartment door with my key and was surprised to see she was up dancing with loud music on. She was drinking a glass of white wine and there was a mostly empty bottle on the countertop. She had loosened up a bit, dancing solo all over the living room. Aunt Helen opened a beer for me and said, "come on, let's dance". I was already a little tipsy, but I drank the beer while we played the music loudly, she drank her wine and we laughed at our stupid dance moves. After a while it was time to turn out the lights, stop the music and give it a rest. I got on the sofa in my usual place underneath a single blanket and pillow while she went to her bedroom and climbed into bed. In a few minutes I heard her get up and make a trip to the bathroom. "There's no sense in you sleeping on this sofa, come get in my bed. We can spoon and keep each other warm like the old days". What little apprehension I had about hopping in the sack with Aunt Helen were quieted by the beers. Besides, I really did want to get in that bed with her. So, I crawled under the covers, wearing only my boxers while I saw immediately that she was in the thinnest of night gowns. In an instant we were in bed. She was turned away from me and my knees were spooned into the backs of her legs and her backside was pushed into my crotch. We held each other tightly and I could tell right away that she had on nothing underneath the nightgown. Not knowing where this was supposed to lead, I kept still with my cock against her ass and I tried not to move as it got firm, which was a near impossibility. I was able to lie against her with only the slightest of movement against her ass as my cock grew stiff and swollen. She was feigning sleep with a big sigh while her ass moved against my stiff cock which she now had to feel. I reached my hand up and rested it on her hip only to find that her night gown had risen up and my hand was touching her naked skin. My heart was pounding for so many reasons, as she let it lie there and made no effort to move my hand. I was rock hard and excited beyond measure as my small movements turned into hard pushes and she pushed against me in return. What she did next was the most exciting moment of this whole evening. She reached back and raised her nightgown in one motion, baring her ass and pushing it against me. At this moment there was no doubt what she was doing and there was no turning back. My cock slipped out of the slit in my boxers and touched her bare ass, skin to skin. She reached back once again, tugging the leg of my boxers downward, telling me to slip them off while she pulled her nightgown over her head and we were both completely naked. We laid naked with my hard cock pressed against my Aunt Helen's ass when my whole body began to shake. The excitement of the moment was more than my 18 yr old body could take. I shook for about a minute when she reached behind and put her hand on my bare ass, pressing me closer against her. We stayed like that for a while until I calmed down. Then she began to move her ass in a circular motion against my cock while I pressed against her warm ass, humping until i almost came. She sensed I was about to cum and she stopped her motions, reaching around and grabbing the shaft of my cock and holding it firmly, saying, "sweetie, I don't want you to cum too soon". She held my throbbing cock until she had me under control, then she released my cock and pushed her ass against me again, this time moving slowly, then a little quicker until I was about to burst. Then she turned over and pulled me on top of her, putting my cock on her belly and wrapping her arms around my back pulling me tightly against her, saying, "Come on", come on, baby boy. Cum on me, cum all over me" My knee and thigh were nested between her legs as she humped me and squeezed her legs together tightly. She rubbed her pelvis against my thigh while my cock moved up and down on her belly. I let out a groan and cry while I shot my load all over her at the same time she had her own room shaking orgasm and screamed aloud. She held me even more tightly than before while we lay together in each other's arms with my cock against her and the slippery cum on her belly. After the longest time she turned over with her back toward me pulling me closer, my hand cupping her breast with her hand over top of mine. We stayed like that until I fell asleep. I heard her get up and go to the bathroom where I heard the water run. Then she came back to bed and held me close. The next morning she got up and left early to get coffee, but came back in about an hour. She was smiling and chipper, with no obvious remorse from the night's activities. I wasn't too sure how to handle this, but I followed her lead with no regrets on my part either. There were many more nights with Aunt Helen, but there will only be this one first time. I'd like to receive feedback and would like to tell you more. Please be in touch.