****** Tomorrow Finally Cums by UK Snowy ******
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Tomorrow Finally Cums


This is a sequel to Kath Shows the Way

It seemed like months, but it was only the next morning as I breakfasted
eagerly and waited for the gardeners to arrive. Landscaping round our single
story house was going well, Bab's my sister was away and dad was in a very
jovial mood this morning. Trouble was I had promised to do a job for my Aunty
Mavis, dad's sister and try as I might I couldn't get out of it.

Yesterday had been such a red letter day in my life, with Kath wanking me,
showing me her cunt, offering her greasy snatch by bending over in the kitchen
and me splattering my cum all over her bum before getting stuck in and then
being interrupted. It was almost too much for my tender virginal thirteen years
and yet she had mouthed the word tomorrow to me before leaving the premises.
What could I do? Nothing, fucking nothing. So to content myself with a glimpse
of Kath's bulky body was all I had to look forward to before I left for my
aunt's. Part of Bert's gang of gardeners, Kath put her back into the work as
the men did and her powerful and not exactly shapely frame was testament to her
efforts.

Dad then announced. "The gang isn't coming today Gareth, so I'll have a quiet
day while you're at Mavis's. She'll look after you."

My spirits drooped, not even a glimpse of the thirty-four year woman who had
taught me the first lessons of real sex beyond furtive wanks to magazines. As I
mooched over my toast watching dad ease his ailing frame across the kitchen,
his breath wheezing and his movements hampered by arthritic joints, determined
to keep moving, my thoughts switched to Aunty Mavis.

She had humongous tits. They hung to her waist and always wore tight short
skirts. At least the scenery was spectacular when I was at her place and while
I'd lusted after a sighting of bits of her body, I'd never achieved it. Yes -
the odd flash of upper thigh when she sat of course, a sliver of knicker crotch
at the same time, but she was clever and subtle in her movements.

"I'll get on with my exercises Gareth, OK? See you later," said dad.

I nodded glumly, even my thoughts were being rudely interrupted today, what
chance had I? I watched the retreating back of my father as he went to his mini
gym in the garage and cleared up in the kitchen, somewhat reluctant to start
over to my aunt's. Arriving on my bike, I was greeted by my stupid cousin
Wendy. She's eight and skinny with stringy blonde hair and metal specs with
thick glass in them. She screamed a hello and called her mum, running into the
spacious house. I watched Wendy's noisy entrance into the hallway with dismay.
She's a fucking nuisance, with silly questions and giggles and her specs make
her eyes look enormously weird. I thought maybe she would be at a summer camp
or something, like my sinter.

I wandered in after Wendy to be met by Aunty Mavis coming from the kitchen
wiping her hands. She greeted me with a big smile, a big stride towards me and
a big big hug into her tits. That was brilliant, being held tight, smothered by
warm soft bazongers and the overpowering perfume she must have bathed in. It
always happened when we met and unlike most boys my age I didn't resist or
squirm to get away, it was fucking great. My brain immediately snapped back to
yesterday, when I had the first real contact with proper boobs. Kath's weren't
anywhere as big as these two lush beauties, but as I soaked up the pillowy
warmth I wondered how Aunty Mavis's hangers would look without the hammock of a
bra she must be wearing. I knew her nipples would be better than Kath's,
because my aunt's nips actually stuck out through whatever she was wearing.

Aunty Mavis finally released me, asked about dad and Bab's and things and told
me she wanted me to sort out the loft space. She would be out most of the day
and again I felt cursed. Even she was depriving me of sightings of full blown
womanhood that I so desperately craved.

"Wendy is coming with me to meet up with George," she told me.

I breathed a sigh of relief at not being stuck with Wendy. It must have been
one of the days when the divorced couple got together for the sake of the girl.
The morning had taken on a slightly upward note, then suddenly it blossomed
further when I followed my aunt up the loft ladder. Fuck me! I could see all of
her tanned legs, her arse cheeks and the sliver of her panty gusset being
munched with each slow step upwards. Shit! It looked hot and steamy up there.
Had she done this on purpose? I mean, yes she was inhibited and looked really
raunchy, but surely not for my benefit. In any case I hefted my cock quickly
before mounting the ladder and heard a soft giggle from Wendy who was standing
half inside her bedroom door.

She pointed at my crotch and grinned, then stuck her tongue out and
disappeared. I reached Aunty Mavis who was stood up in the huge loft space. She
was puffing slightly and smoothing her pink denim skirt down over her ample
thighs. Her massive chest was heaving under her loose white blouse and for the
first time I noticed her daintily painted toe nails as she stood in her bare
feet.

"Phew! Quite a climb eh Gareth? Don't want to come up here too often. You all
right?" she queried.

I nodded an OK thinking about the climb, the views and how I might cum up here
when she's gone. Memories like that would stay with me for ages and were
perfect wanking material. She showed me the boxes and trunks she wanted
shifting downstairs and the books I had to sort. That was actually the best
bit, as they were an old collection of fishing manuals and stuff and I loved
fishing. George having left home and lived on an old cramped houseboat was
basically giving them to me and dad in return for this sorting job, so it
wasn't too bad to be here. I was sad to see Aunty Mavis leave the loft and
tried to get a glimpse down the front of her blouse but no such luck.

She shouted a goodbye later as I concentrated on my task. I heard her BMW purr
away across the gravel and the place went still and quiet. After a while, I'd
nearly finished dumping good and bad stuff into piles down in the yard, so I
grabbed some juice and biscuits aunty had put by in the kitchen.

She had put the washing machine on in the utility room. I gazed across the well
kept lawns, thinking about Kath yesterday in our garden and Aunty Mavis's
wonderfully panoramic views up her skirt. It suddenly dawned on me that two
wash baskets were beside the whirring machine. One was empty but in the other,
I could see wisps of white material at the top of one. It showed my highly
charged sexual nature as my mind flagged up dirty knickers immediately and I
fumbled into the basket finding to my utter delight, tiddly little bits of silk
and cotton which when unravelled formed G strings, thongs and panties of all
shapes. The mag I'd read yesterday had adverts where you could buy models
soiled underwear which was way beyond my pocket but now I was in heaven as I
searched for the gusset bits and sniffed the exotic odours that must have come
from my aunt's cunt.

I did find some much smaller pairs and assumed they were my cousin's. I did
sniff and peer at them, but soon reverted to the mass of hammock like
brassieres and knickers far more suited to Aunt Mavis. I wondered how different
her fanny would be to the one and only real one I'd ever seen. Kath's great wet
flappy pussy had masses of hair round it and was surrounded by a bulging fat
mound. Maybe my aunt shaved hers or trimmed it, because I knew she liked to
sunbathe a lot.

I had the most stupendous wank after a lazy build up. I found all of the undies
in the basket, yes even including snotty Wendy's, then after taking all my
clothes off and covering myself with the lacy bits of silk, rubbing the
dirtiest stained crotches all over my body but particularly my face, I
fantasised on my big blousy aunty dribbling her pussy juices on me.

I tidied up carefully and left the place securely locked to make my way home.

On the bike ride home which I took at a leisurely pace, I sniffed myself,
getting great whiffs of dirty panties. As I neared our front gate, my dad and
Kath were coming out of the front door, grinning widely and his hand was round
her waist. This was odd and unexpected, so I stopped and peered through some
bushes. Kath wore a cut off white top which displayed her bulging midriff. Her
black bra straps cut into her bare shoulders. The tightest possible jeans
encased her lower half and I watched her knock kneed, heavy footed walk as they
approached where I was. I heard words like juicy, squealchy and loads of
giggles as they chatted. I moved my bike into the open and acted surprised on
seeing them. They certainly seemed surprised to see me.

"You're early son," chortled dad. "Mavis didn't sort you out then?"

"He's sorted already aren't you Gareth?" chuckled Kath, her eyes glinting at
me. "No need to worry about that one Arthur."

I mumbled a reply and pushed my bike inside the gate. They laughed and walked
to Kath's car as I watched her bounteous bum sway, then tighten as she bent to
unlock the Ford. How I wished I could grab those mountainous globes as I
thought I would after her mouthed "tomorrow" when she left the house yesterday.

"Just taking your dad to the coach station Gareth. Saves him getting a taxi,"
she called to me as I sullenly watched them climb into the car.

I wondered what she was doing here in the first place as dad shouted. "Got a
phone call to meet the boys for a days racing. We're going by coach, special
trip organised, back tonight OK?"

I nodded and waved and slunk inside and took a long swig of milk. What to do
next. I wandered along to my room and glanced in to dad's room. The bed was
made but very untidy, but what hit me hard was the definite pong of the very
perfume I'd sniffed as Kath walked past me this morning. It certainly
overpowered the scents wafting about my body. I sat on dad's bed and pondered.
So they were screwing - it was the obvious scenario. Then I thought back to
yesterday when she did seem to know her way round our kitchen. Then there were
the pats on each other's bottoms as they talked...Shit!

Slightly fazed by the situation, albeit guessed, I wandered into my room and
switched the TV on. I slumped on my bed and zapped through the channels,
finally settling on the playbacks of some international women's athletics.
Suddenly my mind was on cock alert as the screen showed several close-ups of
the women sprinters. Virtually all the contestants were coloured women and some
were fucking attractive ones. They all wore the fashionably brief shorts and
vests and those hard black gleaming butts looked absolutely fantastic. Buttocks
wobbled and flexed, tensed and relaxed, some of the women hoisting the shorts
round their butts, with fingers inserted inside. I rubbed my dick and it sprang
to life as I thought about being behind them as a photographer when they all
crouched for the start.

Imagine all those tight toned buns staring at you, through close up lens and
the pouches of their black shaved cunts peeping from between. I heaved my cock
out and rubbed the juicy blob escaping over the whole of my knob end. The
athletes must have shaved, because there was no sign of fanny hair escaping at
the front when they were shown in close up. Wow! my hand was going full blast
as the slow motion replays exposed every nuance of muscular female flesh in the
struggle for track supremacy.

Not a lot of tit was showing, but my wrist was a blur as I worked towards my
second cumming that morning. Then the doorbell rang. Not just a polite touch
and a wait. Whoever it was must have been leaning on the fucking thing. I
cursed and wrapped my solid dick away. I had all day. I checked the TV listings
quickly and saw the programme was scheduled for the next forty minutes. I could
return to it in seconds - once rid of the visitor. Probably some fucking sales
git.

Kath stood there grinning lewdly.

"At it again Gareth. Saw you again didn't I, pulling your pisser. You should be
more careful, but there again why not, it's healthy," she chuckled brushing her
bulky body past me.

I groaned at my stupidity at wanking in my front facing ground floor bedroom.
That's how it all started yesterday when she'd seen me wank with a mag. I found
myself following her meekly into the kitchen. The garden labourer whirled in
the middle of the room as I breathed in her scent, now tinged with a touch of
body. She crooked her finger and beckoned me forward. I gulped, taking in her
slightly sweaty look, beads of perspiration on the ever so slightly fuzzy
haired top lip. Her hair was damp and some strands stuck onto her forehead. One
bra strap hung loose over her muscular upper arm.

"Come here Gareth. I have raced to get back here so come here now," she said
forcefully.

I was puzzled.

"Yesterday you sort of said tomorrow to me, but you didn't turn up," I told
her.

"Last minute things go wrong. Bert's hurt his back last night in a freak
accident at the yard with Gary, so there was no point in us turning out today.
I gave your dad a call and told him, obviously didn't tell you. Got a free day
out if it. Anyway I'm here now so what's the problem?" she countered. She
crooked her finger at me again.

I stumbled towards her, wanting to ask, wanting to know for sure - but
seriously, desperately aching to fuck her. My mouth wouldn't open as I got
right up to her and she grabbed my cock. Kath chuckled.

"Lets go find somewhere comfortable," she whispered into my ear. Her breath
tickled me and I winced slightly, then she turned me, still holding my
collection and dragged me down the passage. Bab's room was closed anyway. Dad's
room was open and she glanced at me as we passed the open door and the give
away state of the bed. I tried to speak, but merely a squeak escaped and Kath
just grinned as she pulled me into my own room. The TV was on and the high
hurdlers were competing. She pulled me down to sit on the bed.

"I see, getting your rocks off to the black girls eh? You evil sexy little
man," she chuckled.

"But...dd..dddad?" I stammered, as she rubbed my erection up under my jeans.

"He's on the bus and on his way, don't worry about him. Christ! You're rampant,
get your kit off Gareth."

She ripped off her top and the waft of armpits hit my nostrils, until she
whipped off my tee shirt as I sat dumbstruck. I watched her tits fell away from
the black bra which she cast aside. She wasn't stacked and she had those type
of tits that sort of hung flatly sideways, then bulged out into floppy paps but
the nipples seemed to face inwards and crooked, giving them bog eyed look.

She twisted and knelt on the floor and loosened my belt. Without ceremony, I
was pushed back on my bed and Kath dragged them off me. My hard-on was dragged
down with my shorts and it snapped violently back onto my belly as she stripped
me, socks and all. She stood and smiled down on me, her lips lewdly licking
over her mouth as she stared at my crotch. It did look fucking brilliant "cos I
have big balls too.

"Fuck me, only thirteen Gareth. You're something else. Illegal maybe, but who's
to know," she murmured.

Speechless with the speed of her approach and still in shock at what I
suspected, I gazed at the not exactly a pin up as she breathed in deeply and
drew down her zip. She pulled her jeans down slowly, there was no other way I
guess, they were so tight. Her rotund belly ballooned out, the red wheals on
her skin marked the tightness of her clothes and as she drew them down over her
wide hips, the mass of pubic hair sprouted out.

I groaned and she grinned.

"Like it Gareth. Slow strip tease, better than those mags and the telly eh?"
she chortled. "God! I've get onto that monster," she added.

It was my turn to grin at her complimentary words about my dick and I grabbed
it and started to rub it slowly. It was also Kath's turn to gasp and she
dragged her clothes off as fast as she could and finally stood naked before me.
She shoved her hands down her front and I noticed her workers fists and stubby
nails as her fingers dug into her mound. Wiry hairs either flattened or sprung
free as Kath pulled her cunt lips wide and I could see the greasy appearance of
the whole area, including her upper thighs. It was almost glossy with wetness.

I held my dick upright, as if to say come on then, but it was an involuntary
movement, but she took it that way and leaned forward and grabbed at it,
dropping her mouth over my knob end. She sucked furiously for a few moments and
then gave a hearty chuckle. "You smell strangely familiar. Don't know what it
is. You ain't been wearing some of my pan...?" Kath's speech dried up and
didn't give me time to react, as I guessed what she was going to say. She
twisted her body with its own powerful body odours , its flesh white apart from
her lower legs and arms from sunshine whilst working. Kath moved around, using
my cock as a fulcrum point, her lips clasped on it until I was faced with her
lower torso hanging over my face. Fuck! I'd seen this position in the mags and
now it was happening to me. I know you're supposed to lick it but how and
where? Shit! What would it taste like?

She didn't give me time to ponder as Kath simply arched her belly, bent her
knees up and lowered her twat onto my face. The stench and heat from it just
before she made contact, in fact at the point where her pubes tickled my
nostrils, was powerful and strange, but I had no time to consider. Her wet
sopping mush of an open cunt enveloped my nose and mouth and I had to suck and
breathe to survive it seemed.

There was so much juice, salty thick juice flowing from her it was incredible.
At first in my ignorance I thought she was pissing, but as my tongue started to
find its way round the many folds and crannies she offered me, I realised it
was her sex fluids. I didn't know it was so salty though. She lifted slightly
and I had the most brilliant view up her snatch. It was if she'd purposely
opened it. The hole was huge, a blackness beyond the red surrounding thick
creases of skin and from it every second or so dribbled thick white goo. Of
course I was meant to suck on her, in fact I was starting to enjoy it, I mean
she was doing so much with my dick, the feelings were superb.

Suddenly that stopped and she whirled round with surprising agility. Her legs
flew over me until I was faced with her tits bobbing above my face as she
grinned down on me. I felt her belly brush over mine and her cunt captured my
throbbing dick between her flappy bits. Kath eased back, but didn't manage to
engage and tried again, her face searching the ceiling for inspiration and
contorted with the effort and concentration. With a big "Aaaghhhhh" she glanced
triumphantly back down to me as I felt the grasp of her pussy over my cock.

"Good boy Gareth. You haven't cum so quickly, like yesterday eh?" she chuckled,
thrusting her butt further down.

As I felt the heat build up round my shaft as it penetrated Kath's hoary minge,
I remembered yesterday, when at just the moment I was going to shag her from
behind as she bent over the work-top in the kitchen, I shot my load over her
buttocks. She bent to kiss me, wiping out the sad memory. It was more a licking
of my face than a kiss, but her expression changed fleetingly to one of
puzzlement until her tongue dove into my tonsils as if she was searching for
hidden treasure. I guessed she got another whiff of aunty's panties, but I
wasn't going to tell her that.

She started to rock and the feelings were just brilliant as my cock felt all
the power of an experienced child bearing twat, suck and thrust on my teenage
penis. With each push down on me, there was the most squealchy noises from our
joined genitals.

"You're really wet," I gasped.

"You bet and I'm going to be wetter when you shoot up. You're giving me your
load in my fanny this time aren't you Gareth. Not on the floor and my bum
cheeks?"

I nodded happily, not having to do much as she rode me, but I played with her

dangling paps, which wobbled over my face. Still her nipples didn't harden or
enlarge like some of the mags showed. They stayed as wide blotchy circles,
hardly darker than the rest of her unexposed skin, but who was I to worry about
that sort of thing, I was being screwed like there was no tomorrow. I grunted
and gasped and came suddenly. No warning, just that massive ecstatic feeling of
relief, but then I started to cry out with joy as Kath drove down on me, her
inner cunt muscles tightening and drawing the last drop from me.

"Well longer than yesterday, that's an improvement Gareth. You'll get better no
doubt, with a bit of tuition," she laughed heartily, finally stopping and
levering up, sitting on me and running her hands through her sweaty hair.

"Did you cum too?" I asked breathlessly ignorant, placing my hands on her
orange peel thighs..

"Fuck no, but don't worry about me, I've already had one..."

Kath stopped and shook her head, shutting her eyes as if chastising herself for
speaking. I tweaked what she had for nipples and ran my hand gently down over
the folds of her belly to the top of her thatch. It was time, I decided, as she
slowly opened her eyes and peered down at me from between strands of her matted
damp locks.

"Had one what Kath?" I asked pointedly, still caressing her body, there was
plenty of it within reach.

She tensed her cunt and it sent ripples over my waning dick, still inserted up
her incredibly sloppy hole.

"Er!...it's like this Gare..." she started, tensing again and sensing the
brilliant effects course through me.

I encouraged her with my eyes, piercing her with my stare. I knew what she was
going to tell me, but wanted it from her own lips. Without thought, I pulled
her down to me so her head was alongside mine on my Star Wars bedspread. I
realised I had made a forgiving sort of gesture as she sighed sweetly and
nuzzled my neck.

"What's what like Kath?"

"You know don't you?"

I didn't reply.

"You know Gareth," she pleaded.

Again I refused response, but patted her butt.

"Well it's your dad and me...its sort of gone further than we meant. I mean
he's lonely and my fellas gone AWOL and I like to fuck," she shivered and
tensed below and my dick was squeezed noisily out of her snatch into the cooler
air of my room. She chuckled and waited for a response and after a pause I
chuckled too. She squeezed me in a comforting way and continued.

"So we've fucked a few times and we get on well. Yes - we did arrange for me to
come round this morning. He thought you'd be at your aunty's for longer. We
were going to fuck of course, but I can help him as well you see? Like today,
urgent trip to the coach station although that fucked things up in another way,
I mean we only had time for a quickie after all, I wasn't too pleased, but
there again if..."

"I could have found you fucking him couldn't I?" I offered.

She mewed and nodded into the side of my face as my hands traced over her
powerful back.

"That's what you meant, you've already had one - a fuck you mean?" I urged.

"Yeah, yeah oh yeah a fuck alright, but I came too, that's what I meant," she
giggled, arching up and smiling down at me, licking her lips. "You're going to
be like your dad if you see what I mean."

I thought deeply, as Kath lumbered off me and curled alongside me, her hand
finding my flaccidity, clutching it tenderly. In her hands I could feel how
sticky it was, but I didn't care, the feelings were incredible. It was if she
was nursing it, tending to its needs.

"You mean he made you cum and I can... or will?" I prodded.

"Fucking hell Gareth yes!" she exploded cheerily. "With this Johnny One Eye you
can't fail. You need more practice of course and I'm easy to cum but fucking
hell!"

Kath wanked on my dick and the hardening started.

"See?" she said.

I grinned proudly then we both heard this wet fart noise. Kath lurched up and
knelt on the bed. She filtered her hand under her cunt and another fart exuded
from her.

"There's a toilet through there you know," I urged her waiting for her shit
stink.

"Its not my arse silly. It's my fanny, it's your cum coming back down, you've
put so much in me," she chuckled.

She held out her hand on which globs of white goo jellied. She licked it off
with gusto and thrust her hand under again to catch another dropping.

"God I love men's cum. It's good for you, you know, I mean good for me sort
of," she added.

"Is it good for me too?" I queried with a sly smile.

"It is if you keep it in the family," she chuckled naughtily. "I know what
you're getting at."

"So when I sucked you before, that was my dad's cum?"

"Yeah it was Gareth, d'you mind?" she asked with a trace of embarrassment,
biting her lip as if waiting for a cry of revulsion from me. Then she added,
"Of course a lot of it's my own stuff too, but you wouldn't know the difference
when it's all mixed together."

I thought deeply. She wasn't far off the mark guessing my feelings. The initial
revulsion, which had seared through me waned as she bent my cock back and let
it go. It slapped with a great noise onto my belly.

"That's what you were talking about when I first saw you today. You were coming
out of the house and I heard you say juicy and squealchy to dad."

"Well I was and still am, now I've got two loads of the Jones boys cum up me,"
she chuckled heartily. "Need two pairs of knickers after that lot, but I think
there's another treat in store for me isn't there, you naughty boy."

She glanced at my dick which was magnificently erect again and I oozed pride.
She laughed at my cocky expression.

"Make me cum this time Gareth. I'll show you how," she breathed huskily, lying
back and spreading her chubby thighs.

Kath grabbed a pillow and thrust it under her hips, then she pulled me onto her
hot bulk and my dick sank into her gaping snatch as if it knew the way
automatically. She held me close as I started to rock on her, finding the
increased angle of her belly and crotch created a different friction between
our genitals. She stopped me plunging into her for a moment and infiltrated her
hands down between us. I levered up to watch and saw her fingers pull her cunt
lips wide. She held them and spoke.

"Now grind down on my cunt and keep the pressure as high up as possible, Ahhh
yes good boy. You learn fast," she sighed. "You're really working on my clitty
now, Ooohhhyeessss!"

She fastened her arms round me and made sure I levered high over her, forcing
me to rise at the arch of her cunt. It felt like my dick was being bent back
double in her, but it was superb and felt my jism rise again. I tried to stifle
it and managed for a while, enjoying the pressure right at the root of where my
dick sprouted from my belly. The small thatch of wiry hair I had accumulated so
far must have been rasping her clit raw, but she seemed to be in an ecstatic
state. Kath's mouth was twisted, her eyes were bogglingly wide and she grunted
loudly with each shunt I gave her.

"I can't hold any longer Kath," I cried.

"Oh oh no not yeee... oh ohhhhh. S'alright Gareth. Yes Yes yesssss..."

It was an incredible feeling making this older woman cum at the same time as
me. Her legs thrashed and griped me, her fingers raked down my back painfully
and my cock pumped seeming gallons of my pubescent sperm into her hungry wet
fanny. Her groans tailed off into long gasps and sighs until I flopped,
knackered on top of her heaving frame.

Apart from our panting, the TV was the noisiest thing in my room as we lay
still, our bodies slithering together in the sweaty overpowering mush of after
sex. It was wonderful. She stirred and I slid off as she spoke. "You smell sexy
somehow, can't think what it is, but if I didn't know better I'd say you've
found my knickers in your dads room. I leave them for him, souvenirs you know.
He sniffs them and rubs them on himself. But I haven't told you OK?"

I chuckled and decided to let her know some of my secrets. I mean if we were
going to be lovers...

"It's my aunty's panties you can smell. She went out and I raided her wash
basket "cos I was so pissed off at not being able to fuck you this morning. I
rubbed them on me and had a wank," I spluttered with laughter.

"Well - like father like son," Kath exploded with mirth.

The End

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