13 comments/ 43612 views/ 19 favorites Not Related by Blood By: DrSpidey Disclaimer: The following character, 'Aunt Claire' is not to be confused with Aunt Clare of the Unconventional Aunt series. Her name was one I picked out from random because it fit the image I had of her. In truth, Aunt Claire, her physical description is based on a beautiful, mature Russian porn actress called Dora, aka Olga. If you see any errors in this story, please let me know. I'd appreciate it if you said it in a nice way instead of as being all harsh and saying 'This sucks dick and I'll never check out any of your other work because it's so bad.' I tried to keep an eye on the errors and I hope I caught enough of them. Remember that I have no computer and only a phone. That's why I make so many mistakes. Please let me know what you think and leave some feedback on the comments. And last but not least, the name is a jab at the tale where the step-mother/sister starts sleeping with the guy. The line is pretty common in English translated hentai. ***** When I was growing up, I always believed in the whole 'love at first sight' thing; it was probably because, like many kids, I had grown up watching a lot of Disney movies, and sometimes the old 70's/80's live action fairy tale films. Pathetic? I guess some people would probably say, especially when you grow up, and you start really noticing things and taking them into account, like how most couples aren't perfect, and how some don't even last at all. I was about seven when I first met the girl I'd eventually come to call 'the love of my life', a pretty strawberry blonde with dark violet eyes, named Gina Stark. She really stood out from all the other girls that I had met that day, and she was probably the only one I remembered, since I just stared at her, unable to believe something so angelic existed. She was the one who made the first move, and introduced herself to me, and I, in return, introduced myself to her. We were quick to become friends, and as I would soon discover, she didn't just appear angelic, she WAS angelic; she was the sweetest thing I had ever seen, and was more than eager to strike up a conversation with me, despite the fact I was being extremely shy around her. There were so many countless times that we'd just sit around in the field near Vagrant Park and just stare at the dandelions, and Gina, she'd even playfully blow them in my face, then start giggling afterwards; grinning up a storm. We lost contact for a while because her mother wanted to get away from her father who wasn't exactly right in the head, and had been known to swing back and forth between a severe case of bipolar disorder. I was about eleven when she left, and I had never been more depressed or feeling alone as I did that day that she hugged me and told me goodbye, and got in the Corvette and left. She was the only girl that I even cared about, back then. So came life without Gina. It took me a long time before I was able to get over her, but when I made a few new friends, most especially Jacob Winton, the suffering and torture that I pushed through everyday thinking about my first crush, the only girl who I was interested in and didn't think was icky or gross, had finally lessened to a really great extent. I made quite a few friends, and of course I had a few girls who liked me, but I still couldn't seem to get into any of the girls who had crushes on me, even when they were brave enough to come step forward and make their feelings towards me known, loud and clear. By the time I had hit Junior High, I had taken an interest in weightlifting, and since I was already pretty thin to begin with, pumping iron, doubled by the fact I was running back for the Phoenix's, it was pretty easy to put on a few pounds of muscle, especially since I ate healthy, with some fattening stuff every once in a while. By the time I hit high school, I became a lot more different than I was as a child. As a kid, I wasn't that brave and was pushed around and made fun of by other bigger, stronger kids. Now that I was a lot bigger, in not just height, but muscle, too, I wasn't afraid of the bigger kids anymore, nor was I afraid to fight back when there was no other way out, and it was for this reason that I gained something of a recognition by the other students. I didn't consider myself a cool badass, but I didn't consider myself weak or helpless, either. I got into a few fights, and of course being crushed on continued, even though I wasn't interested in any of the girls there. Okay, there was one girl that I possibly considered giving a chance, she was a busty, bubbly preppie, but I soon found out that she wasn't the type of girl I wanted to be with, when I started hearing rumors about her being a huge slut. I had just finished high school when I suddenly received a letter, and, much to my own excitement and joy, the letter was signed by Gina. She was coming back to Gainsroug. We caught up and discussed old times; I asked if she had gotten romantically involved during the time we had been separated from seeing each other, and she said no that she didn't have a boyfriend, that she was waiting to see me again. We rekindled our crush from childhood, and from there it grew into something more than a crush; I had fallen in love with Gina. So we went from being friends to being what I had always wanted and dreamed of; boyfriend and girlfriend. Of course boyfriend and girlfriend was only temporary, and by the time I had hit twenty one, we became engaged. And now we were married. The sound of my alarm clock filled my ears, and instantly my eyes popped open and groggily gazed over at the jet black, radio/alarm clock, and instantly I saw that the red letters said that it was seven. "What day is it?" I half-asleep muttered to myself. I slowly rose from the bed, and scratched the back of my head, while I thought for a few moments on the date, only to realize that it was Monday, and while that worried me because I was normally up a few hours earlier on Monday since I worked at five in the morning, I soon felt relieved when I remembered this was the beginning of my vacation. I was getting really stressed out at work, not only was I becoming overwhelmed because we were getting so many hostile and demanding customers who were ready to start swinging, but this one girl there was starting to unnerve me, due to the fact she was the very definition of the word 'stalker'. So I had been given about three weeks off so I could clear my head of all the bullshit I had been having to go through, and just spend time on myself. Bringing my left hand to my mouth, I yawned, and then I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, and got out of the bed; stretching a long, good, few minutes before walking towards my night stand which was only two steps away. I noticed that there was a new message on my answering machine. Why would I have an answering machine in 2015, I'd been asked before; the answer was always the same: I liked having a little touch of the past in the present age. Pressing the button, I listened to the message. "Hi, hon. It's Aunt Claire. I was just calling to tell you Gina will be running late. She wanted to call and tell you herself, but asked me to do it instead. Expect her around three." I shrugged and walked away. "What the hell am I supposed to do till then?" I scratched the back of my head, gazing around my bedroom for something to do. I always had a hard time keeping myself entertained, even though there were countless, well, maybe not countless, but multiple things, to do. My attention spam and severe pickiness was something among the lines of a pain in the ass. First thing was first, though: Breakfast and a shower. So I decided to head to my walk-in closet, gaze up at my poster of an almost-named Jenna Jameson who had her nipples covered by her elbows, and picked out a random outfit, startling on a short-sleeve green shirt with a chest pocket on the left, and had bleach circles from one time that I accidentally bleached it, and a pair of blue jeans that I era lily needed to throw away from the abused three years I had them. I threw my clothes onto the bed and walked towards my bedroom door that was adorned with pictures I printed out of Spider-Man, and pulled on the knob, opening the door, and entering the hall. The walls of the house that me and Gina shared together was mostly her idea; I went along with it to make her happy, although I suppose in truth I thought it's be a really unique and different look for a house, we're a tangerine yellow. Most of the walls in the house were that color, although, Gina wanted the place to look colorful, so she had bright purple painted on the living room walls and bathrooms with the tiled floor being tangerine yellow and purple. We may have well had been living in a cartoon for little kids. There we're times I looked around our house and felt like my masculinity was being sucked right out by a damn succubus. But I wasn't going to complain about it to her; whatever made her happy. I made my way into the kitchen and stopped once reached the counters that were the same, plasticky, tangerine yellow as the walls, and yawned, only to take a few steps to the purple refrigerator and open it up, grabbing a jug of milk and setting it down on the kiddy-colored counter, them opened the matching pantry and took out a day old box of Fruit Loops. "Fuck cooking." I rubbed my eyes. I reached into one of the cabinets and grabbed an attractive blue glass bowl, grabbed a spoon from the drawer next to the dishwasher, opened the cap from the jug, went to fill my bowl up with milk first, only to spill it. "Shitcock!" I exclaimed upon seeing the milk all over the counter. I left my bowl on the counter and grabbed a paper towel next to it, cleaned up the mess using a few, threw the paper towels away, then poured myself some more milk, this time without spilling. I closed the cap to the lid and put the milk back inside the refrigerator. I took my bowl of cereal and headed to the living room area where I sat down on one of the fruity tootle chairs that sadly matched the walls' bright contrast, and grabbed the universal remote resting on the tiny coffee table, flipped the TV on, and started to eat my cereal with Spongebob on the TV. "It's not just a boulder! It's a rock! A rock! A raahahahahaaaawk!" Squidward was just standing there with an annoyed look on his face; his eyes barely open and squinted really low while he watched Spongebob hug the rock and cry dramatically in a humorous fashion. But all I was hearing was: 'It's not just a boner! It's a rock! A rock! raahahahahaaaawk.' And it didn't help he talked about the pioneers used to ride the rocks for miles. It seemed like there was never anything in TV that I wanted to watch, and when there was, something came up to make sure that I missed it. At least with Spongebob it was riddled with gags, a lot that I got, was clever and had good comedy, not to mention it was a pretty goo time-waster. Filling my mouth with an overload of sense-tingling fruity goodness, I watched as the pizza delivery scene came up, and Spongebob offered the fish his Krusty Pizza, only to have the fish freak out over a drink that apparently wasn't even written down on Spongebob's list. "Sponge, are you okay?" Inquired a sad and empathetic Squidward. This was the part where Squidward snapped and showed he really did care about the annoying cube, deep down. Putting on an angry, confident face after watching the yellow square cry a big puddle, Squidward took the pizza, walked up to the guy's house, and after the guy answered and started yelling at him, threw the pizza in the guy's face as revenge for Spongebob's hurt feelings. After watching the last episode that came on after it, I headed to the bathroom to take my shower, having finished my breakfast and put the bowl and spoon in the sink. I got that out of the way and applied deodorant and brushed my teeth, and returned to my room dressed in only a towel, grabbed some boxers for the day, and let the towel fall to the ground as I put my boxers on, then my green short that had been bleached and then my old worn-out denim jeans, and finally my socks and shoes. I styled my hair into spikes and returned to the living room, sitting down boredly, and flipping through channels desperately, for something to watch while I waited for Gina to return. "Underworld? Nope. Mission Impossible? Boring. King Kong remake? Sucks Shrek's dick. The Little Mermaid? Maybe.." My eyes stayed glued to the screen while I surfed it. I finally stopped with my eyes dilating when I saw the old, 1941 Wolf Man movie on TCM and turned it there. It was really hard finding good movies, or TV shows in general, with all the garbage that was on. I waited and waited; Gina finally walked through the vivid blue door and closed it behind her with a smile forming on her full lips. Gina was a pretty little thing. She had changed as far as outward appearance went, and her hair long hair that was styled into pigtails was dyed blue, almost but not quite, the color of Bulma's from Dragon Ball, and her eyeliner and lipstick were the same color. I wasn't sure what look she was going for, but this had became her over the years and it stayed...And it was also a pretty interesting look that set her apart from other girls. She was about 5'1, pretty slender, and had a pair of ample, D cup tits with some long nipples that were an inch long and were pointy and dark. "Hey." She energetically greeted me. "Hi." I simply replied. "Sorry I was gone so long. Tanya insisted we spend the whole day together shopping and doing stuff." "Have fun?" "Of course!" She giggled. "Good." I averted my gaze. "Aww...Honeykins; don't tell me you're upset." "I just wish you'd let me know ahead of time when you go somewhere. It frustrates me you do this so often and then you won't return my calls or texts, and when you do return my texts you're like: 'I'm sorry I've been quiet. I've got a lot on my mind.'" "I'm sorry." "Just call me or something sometime. Half the time I don't know where you are or what's going on. Tired of worrying if you're murdered, being raped or being kidnapped." "Baby. I'm sorry.." She walked towards me and stood in front of me. "Just...Please, call me or text me when you're gonna be gone a while." "I will." She touched my side. "I missed you so much..." "I missed you too, Gina." "Know what else I missed?" "No," I said, "what?" "Your thick cock." She licked her lips; seeing it go erect at her touch. "Gina.." I muttered. She slowly crawled onto me and lowered herself onto me; pushing herself against my erect prick and moaning as she grounded me; dry humping. "I can feel it touching my pussy through my shorts.." She sighed. She grounded herself further against me, moaning again and then started to bounce on me; causing my cock to grow stiffer until it was pushing up through my pants. "I need your cock in my wet pussy." She breathily stated. She rocked her hips and pushed hard against me with her butt; moaning even louder than before. I pushed her off and quickly started to strip her; taking her white top top that showed her underboobs off, and them her bra, that I unhooked, and then her denim shorts that was submerged between her tiny bubble butt cheeks in a wedge, and then her G-string. Gina jiggled her tits and winked, pulled me and pressed my face between her melons, forcing an exaggerated moan to further arouse me, then eagerly started to undress me. Once I was fully naked, she mounted me and slid her not-as-tight-as-it used-to-be, hairless snatch onto me and expelled a relaxed breath of pleasure while she started to sway her body back and forth on me. "Grab my tits." She licked her lips; her eyebrows narrowing to her dark violet eyes that possessed a seductive glint. I grabbed her breasts and she shivered, whipped her head back, and rocked back and forth further on me at a slow and relaxed pace. "Oh, yeah...Tighter..." I squeezed on her fleshy bags and she grinned; rocking her hips quicker. Gina started to ride me; bouncing up into the air, and then back again; her hands rubbing on my chest while she breathed in controlled breaths. She had indeed changed the last few years that had changed; that much was evident. She didn't just chafe on the outside, but inside she wasn't as innocent anymore either; she never used such language at ten, or even sixteen. "Love that cock." She came back down and took me in deeper. She started to ride me harder and quicker, and I squeezed her breasts harder; my fingers nearly imprinting into them while Gina rose up and down on my dick. She slowed her bouncing and exhaled; pushing herself hack and forth; grinding into me while her cheeks, tits and stomach turned slightly pink. She returned to her bouncing and started to add more energy to her bounces; her breathing becoming shorter while drops of sweet started falling between her jumping jugs. "Does that feel good, yeah?" She kissed my lips quickly, then pulled away. "It feels so good." I breathed. She bounced faster; the bangs leaning down her face bouncing just as her breasts were. She finally hit her full speed, but then it seemed as if about halfway there towards the end she was distracted. Gina gave a loud moan and came all over the chair; panting while she climbed off me. "I think I'm gonna lie down." She stated. I blinked at her words due to the fact that Gina always loved going more rounds than this, and not only that; her orgasm struck me as forced; fake, as if something she did just to get everything over with. But why? Gina was do eager for sex and then she just ends it? Maybe it was just my imagination. "Want me to join you?" I inquired. "If you want to." She replied; dripping all over the chair we just had sex on. She headed to my room, and I just stood there trying to wrap my finger around how weird she was acting. I joined her in the bed, but was surprised that she didn't even seem to want to cuddle or even get a kiss goodnight. We went to sleep that night in silence, and I felt a little nervous by how distant she was acting. When I woke up the next day, I found that the bed was empty and Gina was gone, AGAIN! I also saw that I had two new messages on my answering machine, and so I decided to play my messages. "Hey, hon. It's Aunt Claire. I just wanted to call and let you know that I'll me dropping by later today. Expect me around 3: 30." I played the next one. "Hey, cutiepie, it's me. I'm skerry I left so early and I'm even more sorry I ruined our sex last night. Don't wait up for me; I'm gonna be having an all-day out with the girls and won't be back until in the morning." I turned it off and shook my head; reaching a hand to my forehead and leaning my head down into my cupped hand. "Don't get upset. She's got other things to do." I tried to calm myself. I started my day with the daily routine and got dressed in a black button-up and denim cargo jeans, then just lazed around for a while until I decided to pay a visit to one of my friends. I got into my blue, 2004 Chevy and hit the road, only to arrive there in about twenty minutes. When I got to the door, I knocked, but received no answer. I saw no one was home, so I just drove around for a while and returned home about after two hours of roaming around own visiting malls and stores. When I got home and opened the door, I saw Gina, my best friend and some other people I didn't recall ever meeting before, in the living room, having a big orgy. Gina was taking double penetration and sucking my best friend's dick with come all over her face while another gut pumped in and out of her ass and the other one her dirty snatch, and lastly one guy was suckling her tits. Not Related by Blood "What the HELL are you doing?" I stormed. Gina looked over towards my direction just as her mouth overflowed with semen and the guy behind her rubbed out a fee spurts onto her butt. "B--Blaze!" She gasped; her face going pale while she pulled the rod out of her mouth. "Your girlfriend has a tight ass." "Fuck you, that's my wife!" I tightened my hands into fists. "Blaze it's not what it looks like...please let me explain, please!" "Nothing to explain. I understand everything completely; Gina. You're a slut." "But she's my slut." My best friend, former best friend, shoved her mouth forcibly back on his pole. Even though I was pissed off, practically raping her wasn't cool. I walked up to the brunette and slugged him across the face, then pushed him against the wall and turned my gaze to the others. "Get the hell away from her! Or I'll kill you all." They pulled out of her holes and that one guy below her pulled his mouth away from her boob. "GET OUT!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Everyone left but Gina, Gina who stood there an stared at me in shame. "Marriage was a big mistake. You can't even stay faithful to me...Gina. What happened to you? You used to be so sweet and innocent...I feel like I don't even know you anymore." "Blaze, please!" "No...Stay away from me. I'm moving outta of here as soon as I get the chance. I refuse to live with you." I ignored her tears and walked away. It was only a while after that she left, and to go where, I didn't know or care. Aunt Claire pulled up moments later and got out of her car and walked towards me. Aunt Claire was a forty seven year old woman. She actually looked really good for someone her age. She had dark brown hair that was fixed into a messy, but still attractive, bun, and beautiful chestnut brown eyes. She had little, barely any, wrinkles, and the most noticeable was the laugh lines which were very slight. Her face, although beautiful even in its mature age, was a bright flushed color, her cheeks, chin, ears, below her orbit/eye socket, neck, the tip of her nose; save for the ridge, all spreading with that pink-red blush that she received from years of drinking. And although she didn't have a turkey neck, far from it, she had some barely noticeable loose skin on her neck that was mostly noticeable when she had her head facing downward, or her head leaning upward. She was about two hundred and twenty one pounds, had French manicured nails that were the exact shade of red as her lips, and was dressed in a gray duffle coat with a short, white skirt underneath that didn't even reach her knees, a pair of white stockings that I could make out her legs from, and to top it all off, a pair of black heels. Aunt Claire was actually about 5'6, but the black heels she had on made her look taller than she really was. And lastly was her lips; her lips were about a medium size, and they were hidden behind bright, vivid red lipstick which I always saw her wearing every time I saw her. It goes without saying that the only makeup my aunt believed in was lipstick; everything else on her face was makeup-less and relied on her natural beauty. She was very attractive; sexy, you might even say. "Are you all right, honey?" She tenderly inquired; moving closer towards me. I looked at her and tried to smile; I was always fond of Aunt Claire because of her sweet, gentle nature and how she treated me like family even more than my others did. But I couldn't. I couldn't manage to get a smile on my face. "Hon, what's wrong?" I shook my head, not really wanting to talk about it, but then Aunt Claire wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer towards her. "You can talk to me." She assured. "I went to visit my best friend and found Gina in the bedroom. She had all these guys all over her." She looked at me with a look of shock on her face, but then just hugged me tighter and ran her French-manicured fingers through my short black hair. "I'm so sorry that happened to you." She was sympathetic. "No one should have to go through that.." "It hurts." I struggled to keep my voice from cracking. "Shhh...I know, honey." She slowly rocked me in place, comfortingly, all the while brushing her fingertips across my hair. "What if I took you to spend the day with me?" Her voice was kind. "That'd be really cool." I said. "Then, since I have nothing going on today, I'll spend all my day with you. We'll have lots of fun." "Thank you, Aunt Claire." I knew with her, I'd probably be forgetting all about Gina in no time. Aunt Claire was always really fun to be around, and I had been going on little trips with her even before me and Gina married. "There, there." She continued to console me. I found myself slowly relaxing at the comfort of her, and although my thoughts, the images of Gina being banged in a threesome were still fighting to reign supreme in my mind, I managed to distance my thoughts just a little, thanks to Aunt Claire's soothing comfort. "Feeling better, honey?" She looked into my eyes, searching, just to make sure. "Yes, ma'am." I felt a smile growing on my face. "Thank you." "Are you ready to go?" "Yes, ma'am." I nodded. She released me from her consoling embrace and turned around, making her way back to her car while I followed beside her. Her car was a vanilla colored 1961 Lincoln Continental. She unlocked the car, got in, and then I got in on my side, in the passenger's seat next to the driver's seat that she was in. The whole car wreaked of her pleasing scent; like amber, honey, berries and spice; a sweet and savory smell that was intense and was impossible not to smell. I had only smelled this scent twice before when I had been around her, and I knew it was Poison, because I had seen it in her bathroom one day when I used her bathroom, and opened it up and sniffed it; immediately nearly being brought to my knees from the intensity of the intoxicating scent. She usually smelled like bergamot, powder, iris, vanilla and amber; Shalimir, which, although very pleasing to the nose, wasn't quite as strong and attention-grabbing as what Poison was. I thought it was weird that she was wearing something like that, even when we did go out, whether it was her and maybe Gina, she chose to wear Shalir and saved Poison for days when she wasn't going out into public, or wasn't expecting extra company. I tried my best to ignore the smell. It wasn't that I thought it smelled bad, but rather, it smelled so good; so potent. "So, Aunt Claire," I started, "where are we going?" "I thought I might take us to the mall and buy a few things. I've been needing some new clothes and I thought you might like some new outfits, too." "You're sweet, Aunt Claire." She glanced my way while keeping her hands on the steering wheel, and flashed me a smile. "Afterwards we can grab something to eat and go walk around the beach." "I haven't been to the beach I. A while." I admitted. "Great!" Her smile widened. She averted her gaze from me and returned her eyes to the road; keeping a careful eye on traffic which was moving smoothly along, and then slowed down, hitting the break once we came to a stoplight. "Are you still working out?" She small talked. "Yes, ma'am," I proudly replied, and then rose my left arm up; flexing. "Ooh." Her words were quiet and playful. I chuckled. "I bet you'll be finding a whole crowd of girls trying to chase you down." She teased further. "Naw." I modestly muttered. "No, really," she looked at me, "you're a very handsome young man." I felt my cheeks go red. "So uhh," I changed the subject, "how've you been enjoying the weather?" "It feels good." She spoke. "I'm glad it's not too hot, but that it's not too cold, either." "I hear it will be getting cold soon, though." "Really?" She seemed surprised. "Light's green." I pointed. She took her foot off the brake and moved her foot to the gas, resuming the drive, ahead of a few people. As we drove down the road, I gazed outside the window, looking towards Vagrant Park; the place that I had first met Gina when we were both only children. I gazed away, and returned my eyes to the road. We drive for about an hour before we arrived at Smithson Mall. Once Aunt Claire had pulled into the parking lot, she turned the car off, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened her door and got out. I got out only a few seconds after her. She grabbed her black purse and slung it over her shoulder, and then we started towards the building. As we approached the mall, I heard a ringing, and shifted my gaze towards her as she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, answering it while we walked beside each other. "Hey, sweetie," her voice was creamy, "how are you?" I turned my gaze back on ahead, turning my gaze away only once more to watch a few people that walked by. "I'm at the mall with Blaze. Huh? Oh, yes. We'll have fun. Are you sure? Oh, okay; I love you too, bye." She hung up and tucked it back into her purse. "I haven't been to the mall in two months. I'm excited." I found myself smiling at her. "What about you, hon?" "Me?" I looked at her while we approached the automatic doors. "Of course I am." I said. "Really excited. And I've been needing to buy some new clothes, but.." "But?" She waited. "You don't have to spend on me." I finished. "Honey," she flashed a smile, "it's fine. I planned on spending my day with you. So I'm putting some money on you." I never really liked her spending money on me. I didn't know why, but it made me feel bad. But at least that gesture showed that she really did care. "Yes, ma'am." I dropped it. The doors opened for us, and we entered inside, looking around at the places that surrounded us once we got inside, like the food court. We walked deeper into the mall, and me and Aunt Claire stopped to look at one of the maps. "I think we should go to Spencer's, first." She suggested. "All right, then." Spencer's. I had gone there with Gina a few times. I liked looking at the clothes and accessories, but Gina liked going there for the 'adult' novelties. She had gotten a dildo and a vibrator from there once, while I got a few wristbands and a spiked choker. We walked around the mall, passing more food courts, Hot Topic, Macy's, Ross, a bookstore, Gamestop, the Apple store, Build a Bear Workshop, and plenty of other places. Once we reached Spencer's, I started looking around at the shirts, noticing some Spider-Man shirts, Batman shirts, Sonic the Hedgehog shirts, as well as countless band shirts, with an Iron Maiden shirt catching my eye. I walked towards the rack, and picked the shirt up. I looked back at Aunt Claire, and while I took a few steps towards her to see what she was doing, I felt a moment of awkwardness when I saw that she was picking up a sack-less dildo. "This is gonna be awkward." I muttered silently. I walked away from the spot she was at, and started looking around at the necklace, wallets, belt buckles and wristbands. I saw two pitch black wristbands and picked them up, and while I stood there looking around at everything, I felt a warm hand touching my back. "Find anything you like?" It was Aunt Claire. "Yes, ma'am," I answered, and then turned back around to face her. My eyes wandered to her hands, and while she still held the human-flesh colored, ball-les, seven inch dildo, I noticed that she was also holding a red bra that had thin cups that would only cover about half the breast, with the most it'd be doing is covering the center where the nipples were at. She was also holding a pair of black lace, crotchless panties, a black thong with garters, a fishnet body-stocking, nipple tassels, and a red g-string. I looked up at her face, and suddenly this felt even more awkward. "Dressing up for someone special?" I nervously hinted. "Yes." She nodded. "Uncle Clint, right? Because that's who you were with on the phone while ago." Her lips paved the way for another smile; her teeth showing. "Is there anything else you want from here?" "No, ma'am. I got everything I need. I don't really want anything else." "Okay, then." We walked over to the checkout, and I noticed the young redhead behind the counter tilt her head in my direction, after looking at Aunt Claire. Oh, great, I thought; she thought we were sleeping together and the lingerie was for me. The thought occurred to me to mention it was my aunt, but given the circumstances I was here with her in a store that sold adult novelty items, I thought it was safer to just stay quiet and let her think Aunt Claire was my mature lover. Once everything was bagged up, we turned to walk away, with the redhead bidding us goodbye. "Have a nice day." Something about the way she said that made me want to die. She really did think this was something more than an innocent visit to the mall between two friends. "Would you like to go to Macy's?" Aunt Claire looked at me. "Yes, ma'am. They usually have a lot of good clothes there. So I wouldn't mind going to look around." "Then, let's go." She happily said. We continued to Macy's and on our to do list there, we started looking around at more clothes, with Aunt Claire suggesting that we look at the cologne and perfume before we checkout. She followed me to the men's side, and watched me while I went through a rack of clothes, looking through them, but then walked over towards me with a few suggestions of her own as far as the clothes were concerned. "Why don't you get this one?" She picked up a black, button up, that was slightly see-through. "I think you'd look really good in it." "Well," I found myself grinning, "it is a pretty nice shirt, and I do like any shirt that's black, so," I started to nod, "yes." "And this one?" She rose up a sleeveless white shirt. "That's a good one, too." "And this?" She rose up a long-sleeve red and black, plaid button up. "That too." "Have you found anything you wanted? Besides all the shirts I just picked out?" "No, ma'am." I answered. "But I think those will do. Now I just need some pants and some.." "Underwear?" She finished. "Uhh, yeah." I blushed. I wasn't a stranger when it came to shopping with Aunt Claire, but the fact I was actually doing some private shopping with her there was what was making it embarrassing; seeing her lingerie, having her there while I was going to be getting new underwear, it was just really weird, even though I know Clint did this kind of shopping with her all the the time, though he was her husband, and I wasn't. We went to the pants next. She helped me pick out a few pairs of jeans, and then it was time to gather underwear. I wanted to get my shopping over with, so I just grabbed some boxer briefs, but Aunt Claire made a suggestion of her own on what I should get, and suggested I just got some plain boxer shorts, and so I did. Then it was time for her to do some shopping. She picked out a few dresses and tops, but that wasn't all she got. "Do you think this would look good on me?" She held a white bodysuit that was see-through at the stomach and sides, and the cups covered half, including all where the nipple would be, but would leave plenty of boob exposed. "I umm," I gulped, "I-I think so, I mean, yeah! It would." I tried to keep a relaxed face, but I was moments away from biting my lip. She pulled out more lingerie. "What about this?" She held up a light blue, see-through mini gown. "Umm...Y-yeah." I felt my words nearly getting caught in my throat. The worse part was that, even though I had been trying to think of funny things to distract myself, I felt a twitch inside my pants, but thankfully, it didn't raise up, yet. "I think that's enough." She was satisfied. "Let's go look at the cologne and perfume." I got a bottle of Obsession cologne, and Aunt Claire picked up a bottle of Navy perfume. We paid for our things at the counter, and left Macy's. Do you want to go to Red Lobster?" She inquired just as we were about to head to the exit of the mall. "How about we just eat at the food court?" I was worried she was spending too much. "Are you sure, honey?" "Yes, ma'am," I looked towards the court, "they got good food there, too." "I have no complaints if you want to go there." She touched my shoulder. "I like the food court, too." "Let's go, then." We walked towards the food court, and I immediately set my eyes on the Chinese food that they had, while Aunt Claire seemed to be looking at the same thing as I was. We waited in line, and read the menus while we waited behind a short line of people. "Kung Pao Chicken, Orange Chicken, Lemon Pepper Chicken, Bourbon Chicken, Sweet and Sour Chicken." I read them out loud, though it probably seemed more like I was reading to Aunt Claire. "Bourbon Chicken...Mm." Something about the way she said 'mmm' aroused me, and though I tried to think of something funny, like Pee Wee Herman's absurd laugh, I felt myself twitching. Please not here in front of everyone; I thought to myself. The line moved, and we moved up a little bit. "What do you want to drink?" She queried. "Water." I said. "Water? Hon, don't you want something sweet?" "No, ma'am. It's fine." Truthfully, I wanted root beer, but I didn't want to make her spend anymore money than what she was already spending. After waiting in line a while longer, she made our order and we waited on our food, took our food, and went and sat by a giant, spouting, whale-shaped fountain, just enough away to avoid being hit by the water. "I always liked coming here." I happily stabbed my fork into my food. "You've been here before?" She neared the straw of her cup to her beautiful red lips. "Yes, ma'am. I ate here before with Gina, but I only have had the Sweet and Sour Chicken." "So this is your first time eating Bourbon Chicken?" "Yes, ma'am." I confirmed. "Well," she halted her straw near her thirsty lips, "I hope you enjoy your food." "Of course I will." I brought the piece of chicken up to my mouth and shoved it in, then chewed and brought the plastic fork back down as I swallowed. I looked at her face, and noticed that some of the sauce from her chicken had fallen on her face, and I picked up a napkin, leaned forward a little, and wiped her chin while she looked at my face. "Thank you." She whispered. I leaned back into my seat, and brought my fork up to my lips. "Aunt Claire, I just wanted to thank you for doing all this. I've really enjoyed spending all this time with you." "You're welcome, honey." She reached the straw to her lips. Once we finished our food, we left and although Aunt Claire insisted on us doing more things, I told her that I would rather just go back home and get my things ready to leave and move out, and find myself somewhere else to live, away from Gina. We returned back to my house. "Mind if I stay?" She tilted her head. "I'd be upset if you didn't." I playfully remarked; a chuckle soon passing my lips. I took my shoes and socks off, and got on my bed, yawning softly while I turned the TV on; relaxing while Aunt Claire sat beside me on the bed, looking at me. "Looks like Spider-Man 2 is coming on." I said out loud. My attention was soon stolen as I noticed Aunt Claire was moving closer towards me, but I thought nothing of it and just returned my attention to the TV. But soon my attention was stolen again and I saw Aunt Claire was right next to me. Her hands wandered towards my chest and she slowly rubbed up and down on my chest; her French manicure, red nails gently poking against my black short sleeve shirt; just rubbing up and down on my chest while she leaned down on me slightly. Not Related by Blood My eyes increased in size, and my mouth opened in shock. "Aunt Claire," I nervously asked, "what are thou doing?" "Shhh.." She hushed me. "Aunt...Claire?" I stared at her. "It's okay, honey.." She continued to rub on my chest, but soon her left hand was sliding down my left leg, on my pants sleeve. "Aunt Claire?" "Blaze.." She murmured. Her left hand traveled lower; soon only inches away from my crotch, and yet her hands were still rubbing my chest. She started undoing the buttons, and although I knew I could stop her...I didn't. She undid the final button, and then pushed the shirt out of the way; soft warm hands touching the flesh of my chest; rubbing it, and as her left hand neared my crotch, which now was twitching, I felt a hard breath escape my lips. I was becoming so aroused by her. "Aunt Claire, you shouldn't, we shouldn't.." I continued. She brought her vivid red lips to my chest and I felt my lips twitch; trembling lightly from the instant pleasure I felt from the mature female's mouth against my body. She kissed my chest; her hand grasping my crotch just as it rose up, fully to life. "Are you trying to seduce me?" But my question was pointless since I knew the answer. Another, quiet, low breath escaped past my lips once she had my cock in her hand, and I struggled, trying my absolute hardest to resist her, though I was failing miserably and was enjoying the pleasure, while hating myself for liking it. "Aunt Claire, we're both married. I'm married to Gina, even though I'm gonna divorce her, and you're married to Uncle Clint." "But I want you.." Her voice was both pitiful and sexy, in tone. I felt her lips kissing hard on my chest, and when I gazed down, countless marks from her lipstick were let on my hard muscle, and her mouth was nearing my left nipple. She took the remote from my hand and turned the TV off, and took my nipple into her mouth; suckling on it lightly and causing it to go erect while she started stroking me through my jeans. I bit my lip. This was wrong. Both of us were married, the only difference was that her and Uncle Clint lived each other while I wasn't sure how I felt about Gina after her cheating on me. But it felt so good; it almost felt right, not wrong. "Please stop..." But my pleads were devoid of sincerity. I wanted this; I wanted her. "We can't.." I continued; still trying to fight it. She added pressure to her suckling, and closed her eyes while she added a slight bit more speed to her stroking, but soon was letting go of my erection and was going after my belt. And yet, even as she went for my belt, and was surely going to be going after my zipper afterwards, I was putting up only a little struggle. I blocked her hand; but then, my heart pounding, I moved my hand away for her and she took my belt, unbuckling it. She removed my belt and threw it down and then moved her mouth off my hardened nipple, licked it twelve times with the tip of her tongue, then suckled the other. I had finally surrendered. She unbuttoned my jeans, still suckling me, and unzipped my pants, grabbed my erection through my boxers, stroked it up and down it for a few seconds, then hooked her fingers on them, and pulled them off me, and my dick eagerly hit her in the stomach. I let my hands wander to her breasts, and I grabbed them even though they were covered by her duffle coat, and I added a little bit of pressure; squeezing the two sacks of flesh. She moaned at my squeezing. She suckled my nipple a little bit longer, pulling on it, letting go, and then suckling and pulling lightly on it some more; licking around it while she stroked my exposed cock. She finally stopped stroking and pulled her mouth sway from my now-wet nipple, and moved her hands to her feet and removed her black heels, then moved her hands up to her duffle coat, and started to unbutton it; stripping right before my very eyes. She started from the top button, then kept going lower and lower until she had finally removed the last button and just let her duffle coat hang over her shoulders and sides; exposing what it had been keeping hidden from me this whole time. She was bra-less. Two pairs of 34DDs, as ageless as her face, hung downward on her chest; proudly displaying for my eyes. Gazing down lower; my eyes hit her stomach. She had a bit of a gut; a round potbelly that, to me, only further enhanced her beauty and made her even more desirable. She moved her white miniskirt down, sliding it down her legs and revealed a pair of pink lacy panties; it was the only thing that hid the final piece, her sacred treasure. Anticipation overwhelmed me, and I tried to control myself and wait, but I wanted so badly to see what was under underneath; to see the cherry between her legs. She finally slid her panties down her legs and revealed to me a pussy that was quite hairy. Finally, and the last of all, she turned around, and displayed to me her ass. Her ass was round, rounder than round, with little space and definition between the cheeks, and lacking a lot of fat; both cheeks were pressed/squeezed together against each other. Its shape reminded me of a peach, with how close the cheeks touched and squeezed against her small, short crack. Though her ass lacked a lot of fat that could make it jiggle and bounce when she was getting ass fucked, it made up for this with its huge size; fifty inches of bulbous ass. That was it. I reversed her onto her back, and pushed her softly against the bed; my face nearing her fat belly and kissing it; sucking lightly on the flesh while I rubbed my hands on it. She watched me. I kissed and sucked her navel, but then moved my lips upwards towards her upper body and started kissing the cleavage between her DDs, in between licks. I moved my hand down towards her thighs; rubbing her left thigh; her white stocking, and then moved my face away from her cleavage, and started kissing her left leg up and down, drawing forth a moan from her. "I want your cock." She remarked; blowing out a soft breath. I kissed her leg harder, moving my mouth towards her foot, and kissing the bottom of it, as well as her toes; rubbing her thigh still while my breathing took a slight increase, but upon hearing her begging request, I happily obliged to the older woman, to my aunt. She stared up at me with eager eyes, and I took my dick into my hand, and I slipped the big, red, thick, swollen fat head into her hairy, untrimmed, hot cunt first, and she let out a soft moan just at the head going inside her. I was astonished at how tight she was, how her pink bush was so firm. "I'm going to be fucking you all night, Aunt Claire." I whispered to her. I think this pleased her, because her rose red lips curved upward; revealing her beautiful teeth; wiggling her eye brows. "Bang me." Her voice was alluring. I pushed the rest into her, and her chestnut eyes dilated when I pushed all the way inside her tight cherry. "Shit!" My aunt yelped. I sent my first thrust into her, and my first thrust was driven by the intense and overwhelming desire I had for her; for her beautiful body that I was about to ravage until it was limp, but it was more like a stab; with the way I just shot my cock into her; causing her to gasp while her long DD tits and potbelly bounced. She wrapped her arms around my back; grabbing onto me while her body bounced with another sharp stab-like thrust. I had never felt this way about any woman, but her, after she successfully seduced me into fucking her, it made me realize just how insane I was going, thinking about her and wanting to mercilessly fuck her brains out all these years. I leaned down to kiss her, and when our lips securely locked against one another's, when I could smell her sweet smelling breath against my face, and her intensely potent perfume was practically ripping into my nose, I knew that this kiss would be far from innocent and calm; all I wanted to do was kiss her until I couldn't breathe. I kissed her hard, and she kissed me with equal aggression; letting deep breaths enter my mouth while her tits and round potbelly wobbled with the thrusts I was sending into her. I lost control. All I could think about was the mature woman in front of me, who's body I was inside of. I kissed her with every ounce of desperation, lust and desire; unable to get enough of her sweet rosy lips. As I thrust out of her only to go back in, Aunt Claire kissed back with equal, relentless ferocity; paving the way and showing me how a real sensual kiss was done; smashing her lips against mine, putting Gina and every other experience I had with a girl to shame, all the while letting out deep breaths that brushed against my lips. I sent another thrust into her; the burning desire for the sexy forty seven year old woman growing and only further heightened by the restless kiss that we shared through our sex. She pulled me down so my chest was touching her melons, and so my stomach touched her big pooch, letting her tongue emerge from her mouth, and approaching it towards my mouth; shoving it into my mouth while she let one hand travel to mine, leading my left hand to her big breast; making me squeeze it with force while her tongue wrapped around mine. Aunt Claire sucked hard on my tongue; no doubt imaging it was actually my dick. I bucked my hips as I sent another thrust into her already leaking, moist, hairy pussy; squeezing the big breast, and causing the sexy mature woman to let out a soft 'Ahh-haah..'. It felt so good. The sweet delectable sounds my sexy aunt let out with each hard thrust I sent into her cunt drove me crazy, and made me want to fuck her harder and harder, to split her pussy wide open, right in half. Right then, right that second, that pussy was mine, and mine only, even it it was only for one day. I pulled myself out, only to push back into her; already dribbling with precum from both the fact I was fucking her, and her professional, lustful kissing that was so aggressive, she almost appeared to be trying to devour my whole mouth. She led her hands away from my back, but kept moving her body with my aggressive thrusts; moaning into my mouth with growing volume and intensity; fighting my tongue with every bit of strength she could muster, and grabbed my ass with her hands; gently running her fingers around my hips which bucked each time I pounded into her. I finally slowed my thrusts down; not wanting to come inside of her too soon, and just enjoy the sex while it lasted, after all; I had been secretly dreaming of destroying Aunt Claire's body all of these years, I just never acted on it because of Gina, and because I was afraid how her mother, and more importantly MY family, would react that I was sleeping with a woman that wasn't only twice my age, but was my wife's aunt. I pulled my mouth away from her starving, moaning mouth, and after gathering a bit of air, pushed my face towards her neck, and kissed it hard; still squeezing and playing with her beautiful breast. "Mmm..." She moaned out, loudly. "Such a naughty thing.." I added more force to the kissing of her neck; thrusting in and out of her slowly, but still rather hard, despite my speed having slowed down. I watched the expression on her face change; her wide open mouth, the way they made her red lips look even more sexy than they already were; the clear, burning pleasure in her chestnut eyes, and let my lips leave the neck that I had kissed and sucked so hard, that I knew I was going to leave my step-aunt a hickey around her neck. "Fuck me harder! Ooh...Give me all of that dick." I started to thrust quicker and harder into her; jerking her body back and forth while the bed and the headboard behind her creaked loudly in my bedroom. "F-fuck! O--ooh." She moaned; her rosy lips curving upward into a wide smile while she was fucked. I thrusted into her again; sending another viscous thrust into her plump, juicy pussy, and then took her left breast and latched my mouth hard onto her nipple; suckling with every bit of greed. "Mmmm...Suck those tits." She ran a hand up to my head; brushing my short locks around with her polished, red, French-manicured fingernails, and even treating my forehead to a rough kiss. I sent another thrust into her; and pulled on her nipple, let it bounce against her chest upon release, and suckled her juicy tits once more, this time adding even more pressure and suction on her wonderful breasts than before, as if trying to suck them right off her body. Harder and harder I suckled on her nipple; the breasts I had been dreaming of sucking for so long, finally in front of me, pleasing my mouth with their gelatin goodness. Such an amazing feeling; the euphoria it filed me with. I couldn't believe that after all these years, my fantasy about banging my aunt had finally come true, and that I was getting to fuck the living shit out of her, and about to fill her up with my seed. I let go of her nipple; drool and spit covering her pink nub from where I had ruthlessly tried to suck it right off of her breast, and then, I put every second of my attention on destroying that sweet, firm, plump pussy. "O-oh! OOOH!" She whipped her head back against the headboard she was hitting continuously, and grimaced; clamping her teeth together while her eyebrows bent downward; letting a voluminous moan out while she was jerked back and forth. I hit my peak; and soon I was hitting her cunt with painful thrusts that caused her big, DD tits to bounce and wobble, right along with the fat, round belly she had. I had her grabbing and tearing the sheets in my bed from the sheer force of my thrusts, with her breaths shifting from soft, to loud and attention catching; gritting her teeth in a grimace when she wasn't moaning. "OHH! OOOH! Ah...Ah..." She increased her grip on me while she banged against the headboard. I bucked my hips quickly; grabbing her belly for support and just pulled in and out, delivering a series of unforgiving thrusts into her, watching her breasts jump around unrestraint, and the look of immense pleasure on her red face; the way her mouth stayed open slightly, the way she'd close her eyes and suck in quick, sharp breaths, the way she clenched her teeth together in a grimace of pleasure. I could hear the loud and unmissable noise of the clopping sounds that our body created, and it only turned me on further. Sweat fell down from every inch of my body while I pounded Aunt Claire, slipping in and out of her leaky snatch, and I found myself nearly out of breath. "O-OOOOH! O-OOOH!" She moaned; sucking in another quick breath of air. Her body had become soaked in sweat as well, and it gave her mature body a shiny, sexy gleam, especially her jumping DD cup tits that were finding it impossible to stay still on her chest. I could feel it boiling inside me. By now, her moans, which had stayed pretty dominate up until this point, had turned into short screams of ecstasy, and Aunt Claire was ripping the sheets of the bed in half, tearing them through the violent sex. "Honey, you're gonna make me come." She spoke; sucking in a harsh breath. I just kept pounding her. Finally she groaned and dug her red nails into my back; and giving a whimper, her body spasmed and she squirted all over my cock and balls, and all over the bed with a loud, lengthily, powerful scream that graced its way past her bright red lips. I sent six final thrusts into her, and then I felt my dick exploding into her, and while my aunt lied there, her mouth open slightly with a look of both amazement and exhaustion, trying to breathe from all the breath she lost during our sex, I grabbed her belly hard; squeezing the stomach fat; her navel, and unleashed a huge storm of come into her, hitting her with spurt after spurt after spurt while she looked on at me in surprise. I felt relieved upon releasing my load into her creamy, oozing tunnel, but even though I was exhausted, I just couldn't get enough of her. I immediately went in for a second round, and started bucking my hips back and forth, but this time without any build up, and just started ramming her silly. "AHH! Yeah, pound my cunt." Her head hit the headboard while she grunted. I exhaled, bucking my hips back and forth while I went in to make my beautiful aunt climax for the second time. Her eyes stared at my face, while her mouth paved the way for sexy moans and her hands rubbed up and down my sweaty shoulders in a soothing caress. I pounded her and pounded her and pounded her; crazy for her and her body. We finally came for the second time and I just let myself fall on top of her; huffing and puffing while I used her left breast as a pillow, and as big as it was, it did make a good one. She ran her fingers through my moist, short, black hair; her fingers soft to the touch, and causing a chill to run up my spine from how pleasurable I found what she was doing. "Will you still be here?" I inquired. "What do you mean, sweetie?" She addressed me like usual. "I mean...If I fall asleep." I spoke. "Do you want me to stay?" Her voice was smooth. "Yes.." I tiredly answered; still breathing hard. I felt her lips touch the back of my head, and then heard a loud smack from how hard she kissed me. I cuddled myself up against her, using her tits as a pillow for my head, and she wrapped her arms around me; pulling me further into her body, and massaging my shoulders with the most delicate of touch. I think, after all the stuff I had found out, like Gina cheating on me, I think that Aunt Claire had successfully eased my mind, and Gina became the last thing I thought about; Aunt Claire was the one who had invaded my thoughts. I fell asleep cuddled up to her with a smile on my face, and the fat on her potbelly made for a comfortable, warm, natural heater. When I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and groggily looked around. She was right beside me in the bed, but she had obviously been awake, because she had her duffle coat on, even though it was unbuttoned and her tits were hanging out on display for my viewing pleasure. "Good morning, sleepyhead." "Aunt Claire." I murmured half-awake. "Love your sexy morning voice," she smirked. She reached into the left side if her duffel coat and pulled out a carton of Camels, took one out and put the carton back to took a lighter she had hidden, lit her cigarette, and put the lighter away while she brought the cigarette to her lips for a puff. I pulled myself closer towards her; my head still resting on her long, large breast; perfectly comfortable and content with where it was. She removed the cigarette from her mouth, pressed her lips against mine, and even though she knew I had just woken up and probably didn't have the 'freshest' breath in the world, kissed me deeply, even adding in a noisy 'MMMMMmmmmm' for extra effect. I kissed her back, despite bring barely awake, and grabbed at her belly; rubbing on it up and down. I eventually pulled my lips away from hers, reluctantly because of air. The taste of cigarette smoke lingered in my mouth. "Sweetie, I have to go soon." "Stay, just a little longer?" I nuzzled into her gelatin bosom. She moaned quietly. "All right," her tone was soft and gentle, "just another thirty minutes." I smiled in satisfaction, and took her nipple into my mouth. She gave a pleased sigh, as she brought my face closer to her nipple; running her fingertips up and down my back with a kind smile on her lips. I just rested there thinking how I wish she didn't have to go. I wanted her to stay longer; she was one of the few things that could take my mind off of Gina, and right now, I think I really needed her. After spending a good seven minutes suckling in content on her nipple, I pulled my mouth away when Aunt Claire started to move. Not Related by Blood "I think I'll make you breakfast." She said. My head hit the bed. "I wish you'd stay in bed with me, but I am getting kind of hungry." "Then, let Aunt Claire make you something to eat." She kissed my cheek and got up from the bed, tossed her duffel coat off, and reached down for her purse and pulled out an apron that she had in it, put it on, and walked away from the bed, and walked towards my bedroom door. I watched her huge ass while she walked away, and I immediately went hard, reached my hand down, and started stroking my dick up and down, even though I knew she wouldn't stay there for long. I rubbed it out, jizzing in the covers and then just relaxed in bed, only to realize that laying down would keep me tired. So I rose from the bed and walked into the kitchen naked, because after all; me and Aunt Claire had already seen each other unclothed, and, I was pretty sure based on the fact she was naked, save for an apron, that she felt comfortable with us naked around each other. I sat down at the round table once I was in the kitchen; yawning softly while I watched her at the stove, from the table; just staring at her marvelous butt and back pussy. I couldn't help but think that maybe the only reason she was wearing that apron was to tease me. How badly I wanted to just go over there and poke her, but by now she was preparing breakfast. "Breakfast will be done soon." "I'm not in a hurry." I said. "Maybe you'd like a little early morning desert afterwards?" She pushed her butt up into the air. I was still hard, and her teasing didn't really help. "What'd you have in mind?" I asked. "Cherry pie." She laughed at her double entendre, and then ran a hand over her fuzzy back pussy; noisily moaning, intentionally teasing me. I bit my lip, and felt tempted to grasp my erection, but shook my head and decided that I'd just wait until I had eaten breakfast, and save my sexual appetite for her pink tunnel. "I think this is the first time that I cooked exclusively for you." "Yeah," I agreed, "you've always cooked things and let me have some, but this is the first time you're actually cooking for just me." Our conversing temporarily ended, and Aunt Claire just hummed in a sweet, beautiful voice, and whether she was intentionally trying to arouse me further or not, started swaying her hips very subtly. When the food was finally done, she brought two plates to the table and put some pancakes, eggs, bacon and ham on the plates and then brought two glasses of orange juice and silverware to the table. She had even gone out of her way to cut the pancakes for me. "Looks really good." I complimented. She just smiled. I took my fork and stabbed it into pancakes, brought it into my mouth and chewed it thoroughly, before swallowing and opening my mouth to start another conversation with her. "How's Judy been?" "She's been doing good. She's actually about to start high-school soon. She's been really excited." She beamed. Judy was her daughter. I had met her a few times, and she was a really sweet girl; very polite, and very easy to get along with. We both loved most of the same video games, as well. "Your job?" I continued. She rose her orange juice to her red lips, took a drink, then sat the glass back down and started to answer my question. "It's been going good, actually," her teeth showed. "My pay seems to have increased a little." "That's good." I nodded. "How about you, honey? You're asking about me and my life, but what about yours?" I dropped my fork and fell quiet, but I never averted my eyes from her face which they were locked onto. "Up until recently," I cleared my throat, "they weren't that good. You know; the whole Gina thing." She struggled to keep her smile up, but managed to keep it in place. "I'm sorry you got hurt, hon." She said. "She shouldn't have done that to you." "But the short time that I've spent with you, it's been really helping me take my mind off of her and all of this." I picked up a piece of bacon, brought it to my mouth, and ripped half of it off; looking at her while she stabbed her fork into her pancakes and rose the fork back up to her mouth, devouring it. We enjoyed a nice breakfast in each other's company, just discussing little things. It was probably the most quality time I had ever spent with her before, and the best part was that I had her all to myself, and didn't have to share her with anyone at the moment. When we finished eating, I picked out a clean outfit to wear for the day and grabbed a few towels, then we took a shower together, fooled around, touching each other's bodies, and then got out and brushed our teeth, got dressed, and after spending a little more time together, she had to leave, which meant no oral sex. "Well, I better go," she sounded sad. "I know. You have things to do, right? I would too, if I wasn't on vacation." "Blaze," she looked at me, "what do you say we go to the park tomorrow? I have the full day off, and Judy is going to be spending the day with my mother." "I'd love to!" I blurted. "I'll call you you tomorrow and let you know what time you should be ready. Well, I have to go now." She wrapped her arms around me, kissed my cheek with enough pressure that she left a lipstick mark, moved away, buttoned up her duffle coat so her big boobs weren't showing, and walked out the door, waving to me. "Wait," I called out. She stopped. "Can I walk you to your car?" She gave an approving smile, and gestured for me to follow her, waited for me, and then, once I was beside her, started walking next to me. "What will you do once I'm gone?" She glanced at me while we walked. "Probably rub one out while I think about banging you." She arched a brow, then smiled slyly and stifled a soft giggle; slapping my shoulder playfully. "I wish I had a little more time to spend here." "You said it yourself," I tried to cheer her up, "you got all of tomorrow off. That's a full day we can spend time together." "I know." She sounded cheery. "Well, here's your car." I stopped once we reached it. She went to open her door, got inside the car seat, and pulled me towards her, kissing my lips in a much too short-lived, lusty kiss that gave me another bulge in my pants. "Think of me." She grinned. "I'll be thinking of you while I'm stroking this come out." I laughed. "Wish I could help you with this." She touched my dick through my pants. "You better go." I reminded her. "Yes." She closed her door. I watched her off while she backed up out of the driveway, and out into the street, looking behind her to make sure no one was coming, and then, waving one final time, drove off into the street. I walked back to into the house, locked the door behind me, and returned to my room, and was about to start up the PS2 and play for a while, deciding to ignore my boner, when I noticed the pink, lacy panties that Aunt Claire had worn yesterday when we slept together. I picked them up, and then heard the sound of an incoming text message. I pulled out my phone, looked at the screen, and read: 'I left you a little something...Look around your room on the floor.' I blushed, but lowered my phone and tucked it back into my pocket. I brought the panties up to my face; sniffing them where her snatch had been, and sighed softly at the sweet smell of her pussy that still lingered on them. I licked her panties for a few moments, then nibbled on them where her pussy had been. I sat down in front of my TV and took six more sniffs of her panties, nearing my nose as close to the soft material as I could, and deeply inhaling her alluring, sweet smell, then sat them in my lap and started up the PS2. "I'm never washing these panties." I spoke to myself. They'd be tucked away in a place where her scent would stay on them forever. I watched as the menu screen came up, playing the familiar menu music of Final Fantasy X, and went to continue, started up my saved game, and started up at the end of the Calm Lands near the entrance to Mt. Gagazet, and playing about thirty minutes, I once again I found myself distracted, but this time it wasn't a call; I remembered I still needed to clean all the dishes. Heading into the kitchen, I stopped once I was in front of the sink, plugged the sink after turning the water on hot, grabbed a bottle of jasmine hand soap, flipped the cap up, then brought the bottle towards the dishes and squirted the soap into the water; waiting for it to fill the sink close to the brim. One thing about living alone was it wasn't only lonely, but sometime I felt overwhelmed with all the chores I did, but that was part of living your own life, right? I grabbed a green scrubber next to the cold knob and dipped my hand into the water, and started to scrub door off of one of the black, ceramic plates, washed it off, then sat it down on the counter and took another plate, scrubbing that one as well and then washed that one off and put it on top of the other black plate. I reached for a matching black coffee mug, and scrubbed that as well, making sure I scrubbed off every last piece of food that may have been stuck to it, then set that on the counter as well. I scrubbed another plate and put that on top of the other. Once I had finished all the dishes I wandered back to my PS2 and continued where I left off on Final Fantasy X, and watched the cutscene that played once a player reached Mt. Gagazet, which was technically the part of the game that focused on Kimahri. Then the fight with Yenke and Biran started and I sighed at the misery that awaited. The thing was, I always preferred using Tidus, Wakka, Rikku and Yuna when it came to battles, and some times Auron because of his break abilities. And so I never leveled Kimahri up enough and he was always ended up too under-leveled because I neglected him so much, due to the fact he was my least favorite party member. The fight started, and as it did, the background music for Mt. Gagazet played. The next day it was time for the park. Aunt Claire wore her same duffle coat from yesterday, as well as her white mini skirt and white stockings and heels. I was dressed in all black; my black Iron Maiden short sleeve shirt she bought me, black jeans and a pair of pitch black shoes. I gazed about the park; at all the green, shady trees, barbecue pits, water fountains and people who were there. "I'm getting so horny." She said to me; not caring who heard. "Let's head back to my place." I suggested. "No." She refused. "I need your dick here and now; I can't wait that long." I was kind of hesitant, but I wanted to make her happy, and hell, I did like having sex with her; her pussy was so tight and firm. "All right." I led her to a bench. We sat down on the green bench, and instantly, the moment we say down, Aunt Claire removed her heels, leaving her stockings on, and then unbuttoned her duffle coat; freeing her bra-less big tits. She then removed her mini skirt; sliding it down her legs and removed the red thong she had on; pulling it down her legs. I pulled my shirt over my shoulders and threw it to the grass, then undid my belt, tossing it to the ground as well, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, slid them off my legs, and then hooked my fingers on my black boxers and pulled them off; freeing my dick that was already erect from seeing her exposed tits and cunt. I sat down on the bench and patted my lap for her. She slowly started to lower herself onto me; positioning her legs to support her, then slid down me; her ass going all the way down to my balls until she had completely sucked me into her wet snatch, and very slowly, with smooth, controlled movements, she started to rock herself back and forth beneath me; taking me deeper into her womanhood while her hands came up to my chest and rested there. I looked around at all the people in the park, who had yet to notice that there was two people out, having sex, right in front of them all, out clear in the open. She kissed my lips; locking onto them, and led my left hand to her left breast; making me cup her bosom. Gently rocking her hips against me, Aunt Claire let out a hushed sigh, and let her hands explore my chest; rubbing up and down, and sending shivers throughout my body with her touch. She pulled her lips away from mine, and just rode me while we both listened to the chatter of all the people who were there. I was surprised that there weren't any children there that day, but then, I didn't exactly recall there being any children's equipment to play on, so I supposed that would be a pretty good reason why there was only adults and their pets in the park. I played with her boob; bouncing it around in my hand, pushing the pink nub around in circles, and giving a few light squeezes; just enjoying the texture and softness of it...And the experience was made even better by my bouncing, humping, quiet moaning aunt. "Your cock," she sighed quietly in pleasure, "no matter how many times I feel it inside...I just can't get enough." She started to add a bit more pressure; moving herself harder and quicker on my meat, but still remaining relatively slow, and taking her time riding me, obviously enjoying being on top. I wasn't complaining though; getting to play with her melons, watch her, how her face would change, how her mouth would open only a little bit, to breathe quietly, and listen to her small moans, that was more than enough. I gently flicked her nipple with my fingers, and then I gave a tighter squeeze to her breast; feeling the ultra soft flesh, and then gripped it tighter; giving a hard, rougher squeeze that drew another soft moan from her lips. "Mmm...You make me so wet, honey. I could just ride your cock all day." She spoke seductively. She rocked herself back and forth, then started riding again; adding a bit more speed and working her big peach-shaped ass; pushing it against my cock, teasing me, and leaving me waiting for what was soon to come. "Did you ever think you'd get to bang your aunt?" She inquired; breathing relaxedly. "I never thought it'd happen...But," I blushed, "I fantasized about you since I was fifteen." I saw her ruby lips curving upward, and soon I could see all of her teeth; she was both flattered and greatly pleased by the revelation she had just heard. "Poor thing." She rubbed her nails against my pecs. "At least now you're old enough that your aunt can fulfill your horny fantasies." "I know you will." I squeezed her breast with all of my might, and watched as her expression changed; her teeth half-gritting while she gasped sharply. She pushed her huge, fifty inch ass up, and then brought it back down, and backed herself further into my member; adding further friction on my dick and stimulating it more while riding it with growing speed. A stifled moan escaped my lips, and I let go of her mammary and grabbed her belly; holding onto it while she further picked up speed, lifting herself off me, and then back down; her respiratory increasing with each movement her body made. She smiled widely, and then bucked her hips more briskly; showing me just what an experienced woman with years and years of sexual experience was capable of. "Fuck, Aunt Claire!" I exhaled; breathing a few more times after my exclamation. I felt like my eyes were going to roll into the back of my head at the excessive amounts of pleasure my aunt was giving me; the wild riding and bucking she was doing on my member while she held onto me for support. My eyes watched the hypnotizing tanks that were doing jumping jacks on her chest each time she lifted herself back down onto my organ. "Unnhh...Yes...That cock." She sensually spoke. I lifted my eyes from the hypnotizing sight on her chest, and glanced at her face; watching it close slightly while she grimaced; gritting her teeth, lowering her eyebrows, and expelling a brief moan. She pushed herself even harder; her shortening bounces growing in momentum, becoming even more frantic. The clopping noise from our flesh rubbing against each other coursed through my ears while I watched her bounce up and down. I increased my grip on her wobbling fat belly, and leaned towards it, kissing her belly. She hit her limit, and just frantically lifted herself up and down; causing her big melons to fly about untamed, and her belly fat to shake and jiggle. "O-OOOH!" She sharply forced out; her upper lip raising to reveal her top teeth, and her butt slamming back down onto me and then back up. Soon I was hearing footsteps, and soon those footsteps turned into voices. I didn't even need to turn to look to know that what I was hearing, those voices, were actually all the people who had came to the park, who we had both seen while we were walking around about to head out into the woods. Aunt Claire didn't even seem to care, though. She just humped away like a jackhammer in turbo mode. I glanced at all the faces that were watching us; some were watching in entertainment, enjoying every single second of the hot, steamy sex they were watching, some looked disgusted and appalled by seeing us, and some just looked like they didn't even know what to think. "AH-h-a-HAAH!" She strained out a moan. The sound of sex had grown in intensity thanks to the relentless humping Aunt Claire was doing on me, and no doubt the sound of body parts hitting body parts only further enhanced the scene for our crowd who were watching us fuck like animals. "Time to split that pussy in half." I said, fighting past a heavy breath. Bringing my hands to her ass, I lifted Aunt Claire's monster of a caboose, and lifted it up, giving her a bit more oomph, so she could raise her ass higher up into the air for even more mind-shattering riding, and while I helped pushing her butt up and down, I started bucking my hips from below her; thrusting into her pussy, drilling her while she vengefully rode my dick. She breathed in quick short, constant shallow breaths; showing the severe effort that she was performing to give me the most epic sex of my life. Although to be completely fair, my aunt made it look effortless. I tried to tune out the chatter of our onlookers; all I wanted was to hear my beautiful Aunt Claire's strained moans and heavy, desperate respiratory. "AHH! Sh-shit, honey!" She grabbed me tighter. Her face was beet red, redder than the permanent pink-red flush she had from drinking so much, and already I could see the sex flush on her sexy boobs, face, hands, arms, toes, feet and pussy. I sent thrust after thrust into her sex; hastily drilling in and out, trying to match the speed of her bounces that were staying consistent. She rocked her hips quickly; pushing her butt harder and deeper, backing into my cock and pushing against my nuts, only to go back to humping me like a maniac while lightly pulling her teeth together, but then loosening them and then just moaning with her mouth open wide enough that I could see her top teeth. "Fuck that pussy, Blaze!" She yawped. I lifted her huge butt up higher, and just sent thrust after thrust into her; taking in long, deep breaths; feeling my dick getting ready to burst and fill her up with my seed again. Her moans were becoming continuous, and what time she wasn't moaning, Aunt Claire was straining just to force air out of her lungs. I turned my gaze away from her, and glanced at all the people who were watching us, only to return my gaze back to her sweating, red, flushed body, and focus on her moans, shallow breathing, and the sound of wet sex. "O--ohh...OOOH...A--ahhh!" She breathed sharply. "A-Aunt Claire!" I fought through a heavy breath, "I'm gonna come.." She just humped me; her eyes staring into my face while she lifted herself up and down as quickly and as hard as she could manage; leaking liquid all over me, and grimacing once more. Not Related by Blood "FUCK, honey!" She bit down on her lip briefly, then gritted her teeth again, slightly; closing both eyes and letting her eyebrows fall lower. She bounced up and down on me; sucking air in sharply, and reached up, grabbed both bosoms, and pushed her hands against her nipples; pushing her fingers against them while her mouth took upon the form of an 'O' face that stayed for about ten seconds before her mouth closed about half way, but still stayed open, with the top wide enough I could see her teeth. "Ahh...Ahh-hhah!" She moaned quietly; gasped, and then let out a soft' ahh-hah...Ahh..Ooh..' with her teeth gritting together and then relaxing again. I felt my body shake, and then released a powerful series of shots into her snatch; hitting her with several blasts of come before I finally felt relieved and emptied out. She climaxed afterwards, and I heard her let out a piercing scream-like moan, and then felt her squirting her steamy, cream all over my cock and balls. She got off my dick, and I pulled her towards my chest, cradling her there and feeling her marvelous, marsh-mellow textured breasts pushing up against me, with her erect nipples poking against my chest. She held onto me tightly; hot breath expelling from her mouth while we rested and tried to catch our breath from the incredible sex we had just had, out in the park in front of fifty people. "Let me fuck you now." Spoke one of the men who had been watching us. "N--no...He's the only one who can fuck me." Aunt Claire exhaustedly stated. Running my hands up and down her smooth back, I brought my head down to lean it onto her shoulder, and just looked at all the people who had gathered to watch us both. I noticed that a few of them were holding their phones up while they watched us, and since I didn't hear or see a flash, I could only assume they had been recording us. Aunt Claire let her head hit my neck while she breathed in excess, and slowly let her eyes relax, kissing my neck with her moist lips. After we had the chance to cool down and just enjoy spending some time cuddled up against one another on the bench, we rose up and got off, and stepped foot into the grass. We didn't even bother putting our clothes back on; everyone had already seen us completely naked thanks to our steamy public sex display, and so, we just left our clothes behind at the bench and set off into the woods, naked. "Hon, can I ask you something?" "Aunt Claire; you know you can ask me anything." I said with a benign smile on my lips. "Would you ever want to start a family with someone?" I locked onto her chestnut eyes when she asked me this, then looked away; my smile increasing, but then disappearing, allowing my face to return to its neutral state. "I gave up on hopes of having a family when I found out Gina was cheating on me." My voice roughened. We stopped at a wall of rocks with water gushing between them, and she stood in front of me; staring at my face. "What if someone else came along?" Her voice was velvety. "I don't know." I looked away. She nodded without saying a word, and after a brief moment of us looking at each other, we continued following the dirt trail into the beautifully green woods. We came to another stop once we came towards an old bridge, but the bridge was unfortunately broken, so we had to find another way around to get to the other side, but before I was able to take so much as two steps, Aunt Claire had another question coming my way. "What if I got pregnant?" I quickly shot my gaze towards her, and felt my eyes widen and my mouth open a little. But she was right. Me and her had been having sex so much, and none of those times had the thought ever crossed my mind to wear a condom while I was banging her. "But you're forty seven." I reminded her. She just shook her head and curved her lips upward so that her teeth showed. "There's still a chance. Menopause only occurs when a woman is between forty five and fifty five years old. I'm only forty seven "Well..." I scratched the back of my head, suddenly feeling nervous, "I guess if you were...I'd try to help you out." But then her husband popped into my head. "What about Uncle Clint?" "Fuck Clint!" She quickly countered. "He's been cheating on me for about four years now." I was kind of surprised to hear this, especially since Aunt Claire and Uncle Clint seemed like the perfect couple; they were always laughing, smiling, hugging and joking around whenever I saw them. But hearing this revelation did make me feel a little bit better; I didn't have to feel guilty about our affair. I felt compelled to touch her, and so I did; I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled her body into my chest. She wrapped her arms around me, and leaned her left cheek against my shoulder. "You deserve better than that." I whispered into her ear. "You're a sweet, breathtaking woman who deserves to be treated right." Consoling her, I felt myself going rock hard again, and my dick stood up straight and fully erect, pushing into her potbelly. She moaned briefly. "Let me take care of your cock." She spoke in a creamy voice. She pulled away from me, grabbed the bridge, and stuck her ass up into the air, looking back at m, giving me permission. I took my erection into my hand, and guided it towards her huge, firm, round, fifty inch monster, pushing the head in, to which she responded to with a sharp gasp, and then pushing the rest of my length into her small crack, placing a hand on each cheek, and sent my first thrust into her while she grabbed onto the bridge. I instantly let out a cold breath, and relished the feeling of being inside her ass; I wasn't sure what was tighter, her cunt, or the monstrous back door that I was now inside of. She sucked in a sharp breath, and then exhaled gently. I sent another thrust into her; moving my hips slowly while squeezing her ass cheeks in my hands, only to release them again. "Honey...Unhhh. Yeah.." Her voice was nearly silent. I stretched her ass with my hands, and pushed down deeper into her; slowly increasing my thrusts, but taking my time and fucking her nice and slow, preparing for the violent fucking I was going to give her. "I must admit.." She quietly exhaled, "banging in front of all those people was really exciting...Oh, I'd never felt so alive...Ah." I pulled out, only to push back in again, slowly moving my hips; letting a relaxed breath escape my lips, and leaned my face down to plant a kiss on her big, left ass cheek. "It feels so good to be doing this again." "Your husband hasn't touched you in a while, has he?" "No." She replied. "Well," I thrusted again, "you've got me now." "Mmmnn, oh, ahh...Yes I do." I felt sorry for her, that such a big, beautiful woman such as herself, had to sit around all day while her husband, the guy everyone loved, not only on Gina's side of the family, but mine too, was spending so many years banging someone behind her back; he was supposed to love her, and yet, he was cheating on her? "And...Ooh, at least you're still a young, horny little thing, ahh, that knows how to screw a lady." I pulled out, and pushed back in to her monster, and she pushed out a soft breath. I gradually started increasing my speed in her; my thrusts becoming faster and more rough, pumping in and out of her. "My ass..." She muttered in delight. "You like that?" I laughed. "I do!" She deepened her voice, making it sound more lustful and seductive, "I love how you pound me like a dog." I further picked up speed, and sent stronger, more powerful thrusts into her; working my hips faster while I listened to her quickening breath. "Oh, OH!" She sharply blurted. "You have such a tight asshole." "All the better to be fucked with, my dear." She pressed through a moan, and laughed. "Better brace yourself, Aunt Claire; I may be having to carry you after this." "OH, oooh...Give it to me, honey. Smash me to pieces." I picked up even more speed and power, and started bucking my hips more quickly; only minutes away from spearing myself into her. My balls slapped hard against her tight butt while I finally shifted into overdrive and started giving her the anal thrashing of her life. She gasped loudly, then increased her grip on the bridge. I plunged in and out of her with brute force, slamming my cock deep down into her crack, only to pull it out and ram it back into her again. I exhaled quietly, digging back into her again while her shrill moans encouraged me further; urging me to give her everything, and screw her as hard as I could, which was the very thing I intended to do to her. I bucked my hips as fast as I was able to, and just thrashed her monstrous rump with my thrusts; drawing out piercing moans and screams from my aunt. "Fuck!" She hollered. I jerked her back into me, and then pulled out, jerked her back again, and then drilled back into her; sweating up a storm and panting without pause. Bap, bap, bap, bap! The sound of my prick destroying her mound was the second most dominate sound next to her moans and screams. "AHHH! I feel like the bridge is going to collapse! OOOOH!" I pushed my hands against her massive sweaty cheeks; rubbing them up and down while I held ten up; slapping her with my balls, and roughly jerking her body back and forth with my movements. "Oh, ooh, oooh, yeah.." Savagely digging in and out of her as swiftly and roughly as I could, I inhaled, and then exhaled, looking down at the beautiful rump I was so deep inside of, and let go of her ass cheeks, reaching my hands towards her jumping tits and grabbed both, filling as much of my hands as I could with her milk tanks, and applying tight pressure to them while I pulled her back and forth, fucking her silly. She pushed her butt against my cock, backing into me; moaning in low and then louder volume, pushing her ass back and forth against me. "OH! OH! Aaaahh, AHHH!" She panted. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, jerking her back and forth while she tried her earnestly to hold on, to stabilize onto the bridge while I just stood there, squeezing and pushing on her boobs. I felt myself nearing my peak, and I tried to push through it, and ignore it, and bang Aunt Claire's super tight ass even longer. "AHHH! Oh...MMMNN..." "I'm coming..." I hoarsely fought out. "OOOH!" She moaned loudly. Sending in six last thrusts, I pulled out, and blasted my continuous, hot mess all over her backside; coating the huge peach in a long line of hot, gooey come. As soon as my semen hit her butt, she let out a shrill cry, and squirted all over the ground. She pushed herself up, and turned to look at me, covered in sweat and flush, and just tried to catch her breath. "I feel like it cracked." But even despite her breathless words, Aunt Claire sounded more proud than upset. She pulled me into her body, and leaned forward; our lips meeting and locking. We kissed for a while, and then I got down between her legs, used my mouth and tongue to clean her hairy bush, and swallowed every single last drop of her sweet nectar when it erupted into my mouth. We continued our naked hike through the woods, and then we stopped once we saw everything there was to see, and decided to head back to the main area of the park, put on our clothes, and returned to Aunt Claire's 1961 Lincoln Continental, and after she started up the car, we left and were on our way back to my place when 'nature' called again, and Aunt Claire stopped at Lakeson Square, unbuttoned her duffle coat and slid her skirt down, then slid her red thong off and opened her door, walked outside and opened the back door on the left. I squeezed between the two seats and armrest; unbuckling my belt and unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, tore my boxers off, and got in the back seat with Aunt Claire, who needed me again. She slowly took me into her hand, and guided me straight into her wet pussy, positioned herself, then slid down my cock, taking it into her pussy, and started to rock her hips, riding for the second time, and placed her hands on my chest, which she caressed with her nails. A few people walked by our car outside, and no doubt they'd soon be noticing a car blocking half the street and come to investigate. I brought my hands to her back and held onto her. "Your car is gonna smell like sex." I stated. "I know," she softly said, "and I don't care. I'm fine with that." I said nothing more on that, and just watched as Aunt Claire rocked into my dick; breathing harder, but still quite relaxed. She rocked herself back and forth slowly against me; her butt pushing against my balls while she kissed my chest and prepared herself for the riding she was about to be doing. I placed my hands on her ass, gently rubbing the huge cheeks while she grounded herself onto me, looking into my eyes, but then finally went to work and moved her hips; giving a short bounce while she exhaled. "Ah.." Her tone was quiet. She rode me slowly, enjoying the calm motion and saving her wild bucking for last; just pushing herself up into the air, then back down again. "Oh, Aunt Claire.." I breathed softly; watching her face and heaving big tits. "Oh..." She drew in a soft breath. I heard footsteps, and looked out the window, glancing away from me sexy aunt, and saw a few people who were walking by our car; going about their daily lives while they didn't even noticed that there was a parked car, turned off, and that two people were having sex right next to the window where anyone could see. She eased herself into a quicker speed, but had yet to start fucking me like a wild animal. I never grew tired of watching her ride me, listening to how her tone would shift, and how her breasts and belly would jump with her movements. I could probably bang her for the rest of my life and never grow tired or bored of it, because somehow, she kept it just as exciting as the first time we fucked. "Mm.." She started to grope herself. I reached a hand down to her clit and started to play with it, further enhancing the pleasure for Aunt Claire, who showed her appreciation by letting a sharp gasp escape her scarlet red lips, and pushing her hips harder. "Ahh...Ooh..." She gave a smile, but then inhaled and expelled; pushing back against my prick. "Why are you so tight every time?" I expelled. "O-ooh.." She simply moaned in return to my words; moving her hips quicker; bouncing faster "Oh, oh..." She closed both eyes, and opened her mouth just wide enough that I could see her top teeth, but not her bottom. I leaned my head against the seat, and tried my best to relax, even though I was already too worked up over the sex that I was engaging in with her. Hearing footsteps surround every side of the car, I couldn't help but think that this was exactly why Aunt Claire pulled up here, was because she had an adrenaline rush whenever we were banging out in front of everyone in public; she had proved that she really enjoyed that back there at the park. "Uhh...Ooh..." She bounced up and down; her breasts bouncing up and down against her chest. I felt eyes watching us, and turned my gaze towards the left side of the car, looked out the window, and my eyes hit a series of people who were right outside the car, just watching us with mixed emotions about what was going in right in front of them. Aunt Claire stopped bouncing, and just slid back and forth against me; moving and swirling her ass in a circle on my cock while taking in a few breaths; lowering her eyebrows, and momentarily closing her teeth together, only to relax them again. I rubbed harder against her clit while she moved her hand away from her tits, and brought them forward to touch my abs with her red nails; lightly, painlessly scraping them with her nails. She resumed her bouncing; lifting herself up into the air, then coming back down. "Mmmng...Mmmngg...Ahh!" "Everyone's watching us." I said to her. She increased her speed further until she was shaking her hips as hard and quickly as she possibly could; riding furiously, with her butt pounding down against my tool each time she came back down from lifting herself into the air. I bit my lip, but lost to a low moan that escaped my lips. Aunt Claire closed her teeth together again, and closing her eyes again, let her eyebrows fall lower while she moaned. She cupped her breasts again and squeezed her nipples in her hands, pounded her hips, and leaned her head back; her teeth relaxing and leaving their clenched state, only for her mouth to open, and a long, loud moan released from her throat, followed by a high-pitched, squeal-like 'Ooooooh!' I found my breaths becoming shallower by now. I reached my hands towards her love handles and gripped them firmly while her fat stomach jiggled and bounced with her movements. Clop, clop, clop, clop; the sound of intense sex rung through my ears. "Ahh, OOoooh.." Her voice turned back into that high-pitched, squeal-like moaning voice. She bounced and bounced; sweat running down her body, falling down her beautiful, long DDs, down her neck, belly, and everywhere else, all the while leaking onto the car seat. I glanced at the window again, and more men and woman had gathered, watching us wide wide eyes and gaping mouths, while a few, shielding the eyes of their children, walked away in disgust at us. Aunt Claire ceased her bouncing, got up, moved me to the backseat farther to the right, and stroked my dick a few times to make sure it was staying hard, even though she really didn't even need to, and then she lowered herself back down, but this time with her ass facing me, and starting humping me again. I grabbed her ass hard, squeezed it against my fingers, then pushed it up to accommodate her wild and untamable bounces. I could see everyone on the right side were now on watching our steamy fuck session, and then I shook my head with a smile and started to further accommodate Aunt Claire, and help her climax, by thrusting into her pussy. She let our a sharp gasp when I sent my first thrust into her, but just kept bouncing. "I'll come soon." She hoarsely announced to me. I just thrusted away inside of her; digging into her deep with my meat while we moved together in rhythm. "OOOH! AHH!" Her moans grew louder. I stared at her ass while it moved up and down; my hands pushing it up, giving Aunt Claire the ability to lift her ass up higher and slam harder. I thrusted harder and faster into her, until I was moving as fast as what she was, and I just pounded away; enjoying her heavy breathing and low and loud moans. "I can't hold it in anymore.." She let out a prolonged moan. I continued to thrust into her, but after the seventh thrust, I felt it a boiling up, and just as she let out a loud cry, climaxing, I released my load into her; hitting her with repetitive hot blasts of come while she came and squirted all over the car seats; covering my dick and balls in her mess. She got off my lap and panted heavily, got up, and got out of the car, dripping cream all over the cement in front of everyone while they watched her, some staring with shocked faces, and some just smiling and grinning, then walked past the ones on the left, got in the car, and buttoned the top button of her duffle coat but didn't bother with the others, and not bothering to put on her thong or skirt, started the car up once I had returned to the passenger seat with nothing on but my shirt that I had put back on. We hit the road again, and made our way back to my place. We arrived back at my place, and me and Aunt Claire put our clothes back on just until we were inside the apartment away from everyone, and once we were inside, I closed the door behind me. We sat down on the couch and spent some more time together; just watching TV.