My Naughty Aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teen, I suppose. Well, typical in the sense that I could sometimes get a hard-on from the shakiness of riding a bus, but maybe not entirely distinctive when it came to chatting-up girls. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a lady friend I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made life desperately unfair because, of trend, I wanted to shag anything with a cakehole in it when I was in my teens, just like every other lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm glad wanking doesn't really make you go blind, or I would probably have lost my flock before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was xvi, it got decidedly worse. That Easter, my parents had won a vacation for two for a week, during the school vacation. Mum arranged for me to go and bide with her sister ; my aunt May. May and her married man Vince had moved away when I was about ten, and I hadn't seen them since. I knew it was going to be the most boring week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to collect me in the car, on the break of the day my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent drive to their theatre, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious subject of shoal, music and lady friend : schooltime was okay ; I liked the band everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a lady friend, but yes, I was into girls. Yes, he actually asked me that !

It was a relief, albeit an embarrassing one, to arrive into the crushing hug I received from aunty May who, predictably, couldn't believe how I had grown into such a big handsome youthful man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and aunty May were in their latterly thirties. I could think aunty May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a wholly new lightness. She was a very good-looking char, with the most enormous tits I had ever seen in real life. She wore tiptop that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than enough segmentation to afford a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a really job trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same elbow room together, I could not hold on myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the clock time, and I would look away, and palpate myself colouring up, but she didn't say anything. Every day, it would eventually get so bad that I had to go upstairs for a wank. Sometimes two. And then of course, there was the obligatory one at bedtime, and the starting time one of the day before I got out of bed, but they're just routine for a adolescent. The supernumerary ones during the day were all down to aunt May's spectacular chest. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the little girl at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrongly, but I couldn't help it.

By midweek it had become unbearable - for both of us, I guess. When uncle Vince had gone into town, and aunt May caught me looking yet again, she said,"You've got an iPhone there, haven't you ?"

It was permanently attached to my hand well-nigh of the time because there was nothing else to do at their planetary house, apart from go upstairs for a hand job. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your room for a moment. I'm going to send something to your speech sound. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but curious, I got up and went upstairs. A few minutes later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my phone began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. aunt May had sent me seven selfies she must have just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the low gear, she was just smiling straight at the camera on her sound. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her tremendous tits were attempting to escape over the top of the cups. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her bosom were so huge, they sagged a petty, but holy bullshit ! They were awful ! In the fourth and fifth, she was standing sideways at dissimilar angles. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her head, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her massive teat were pointing straight at me. In the one-seventh, she was bending forward, so that her tits hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My headway was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't aid myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully operose stopcock. Looking at the pictures, my hand job probably lasted LE than a minute before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the toilet for some toilet paper and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn't dare go downstairs again and face aunt May, so I stayed in my room until uncle Vince returned, and called me down for tea. He had been to the silicon chip store and we had fish and poker chip and fleck all round. I felt like my brass was burning when I walked into the kitchen. Aunt May beamed at me and asked,"How are you feeling now. Better for that ?"

"wagerer for what ?"asked uncle Vince over his shoulder joint as he sorted out the portions onto plates.

"Oh, it's zero, really,"replied aunt May."Kevin wasn't feeling too right earlier, so he went to his way for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling much considerably now. Aren't you, Kevin ?"she asked, turning to me with a spark in her eyes.

I just nodded. Uncle Vince looked over."You do look a bit flushed lad. Never mind, your Aunt May was a nurse, you know. She knows how to sort you out. Just do what she tells you, and you'll be fine."I would have laughed at the irony of his comment if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The evening sat in front of the tv was purgatory, and I made my alibi to go to bed as soon as I could.

I confess ; yes, I had another jerking off staring at the painting of aunt May's awing titmouse, imagining how they would look and palpate in the flesh.

The next morning, uncle Vince was back at study, so aunt May got us all up early for a ‘ proper breakfast'before he went. Once he'd gone, she asked me to help with washables and drying the denture.

As we stood side by side, she looked up at me, and nudged me with her elbow."Do you like the photos, then ?"

I felt my brass charge as I nodded. I was too stymie to speak.

"At your age, it's only innate, and I know it must be difficult for you not to gaze, so I don't mind. I understand. I know why you go up your way now and then, too. It's perfectly normal. I'm flattered. I thought the video of me would help, you know, whenever you feel the need to pick apart one out."

I was dying.

"Of track,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my torment."Pictures are never a lucifer for the real affair, but all in near time."

What ! ? What the fuck did ‘ all in good time'mean ?

We worked in silence for a couple of bit, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could break away. But she wasn't done yet, and the problem was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the opinion down her cleavage. Her rubbing motions as she washed the plates, beat and round, made those enormous tits jiggle and sway, and it might hold been my imagination, but was her top a little more revealing than usual ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the start of an hard-on as aunt May's tits continued to jiggle and persuade in my computer peripheral vision. I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry plate in my hand.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too tough. bequeath the practice on, Kevin, there's a good lad,"she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to put back it. She picked up another out of the bowl, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her pap bounce around more than than ever.

"This is a hard one,"she announced."It needs a right good rubbing."

I'm surely she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erection grew any stiffer I was going to suffer an injury. I squirmed as inconspicuously as I could, to try to get some relief from the ever-increasing pressure in my jeans, but to no avail.

Eventually, we were done."Off you go,"said aunt May, glancing down at my groin."Go and have a rest before we go into town,"she suggested.

I wasn't tired. I'd only just got up an hour ago, but I needed to escape, and aunt May knew it. I was embarrassed, but grateful for the excuse to go to my room.

In the safety of my bedroom, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the chest of drawers of drawing card, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May posing on my phone.

"Can I give you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a heart onset ! I was so engrossed in my characterisation of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her stick her point around my sleeping accommodation door. I dropped the sound, and turned my backrest, fumbling to perpetrate up my blue jean.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my arms away as I tried to address up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to wilt in disgrace. several fast strokes put that right field. The feel of her fingers curled around my turncock was just the comfortably thing ever, gripping firmly but not too close, vigourously pumping up and down ,. No-one had ever touched me like that before, and it felt so much better than doing it myself. I was iron-hard again in instant.

But she was my aunty ! I couldn't move or speak. I didn't know what to do.

"There you go, love. It's a lot just when soul else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just drop your jeans again and sit on the bed."

I did as I was told, and she sat beside me, beaming up at me as she began masturbating me rapidly. I stared at her tits as they jiggled and bounced beneath my regard. Before long, my stopcock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several jet of cum high into the air, much to her delight and entertainment."Ooh, you Brigham Young'uns cum with such enthusiasm, don't you ? And there's so a great deal of it, too ! I'd forgotten."She chuckled and stood up.

Some of my cum had splashed onto her hand. She licked it off, almost absentmindedly."Mmm, decent ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get ready to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the Lapp fourth dimension. I knew it was wrongfulness. I mean, it was effectual - just - because I was XVI ; but my mum and dad would kill us both, and especially aunt May, if they ever found out what she'd done to me. But it had felt awful. I knew I shouldn't let her do it again, but I desperately wanted her to, and realised I probably wouldn't stop her if she tried. But would she ?

Aunt May spent the eternal rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if zilch had happened. I found any endeavour at conversation very difficult at start, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to know if she was going to do it again but didn't daring ask. I could barely look at uncle Vince all evening.

When I announced I was going to bed, aunt May told me I could have a lie-in in the dawn. The was no point in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The following dawn, I listened to the sounds of breakfast natural process downstairs, but made no attempt to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ morning wood'and desperately needed a wank. I was confused. Should I have one as common ? Or was aunt May's direction to ‘ have a lie-in'her code for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a wank after your uncle Vince has gone to work on'? Maybe I just kidding myself. Probably. But what if I wasn't ?

My erection had worn off by the prison term I heard uncle Vince leave. As soon as the straw man door had closed, I heard auntie May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could feel it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my room without knocking, and I sat up, unsure what to do or say. She sat on the bed, beside me."I was wondering if you needed a ‘ helping hand'this morning, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

I was stuck for words and just escape from my head, which was no help at all."Have you knocked one out already ?"I shook my head again, blushing at her directness.

"goodness !"she beamed and pulled the comforter back. I sleep naked, so I was totally exposed, which felt strangely uncomfortable. Then I just watched in awe as she pulled her top off, unhooked her bra, and sat proudly displaying her pap to me."Go on,"she encouraged me."I know you want to !"

Hesitantly, I reached out and felt them. They were so big and soft and warm, and so with child ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the feel and weight of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all fours, so that her enormous titmouse hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge nipples, loving their harshness in my mouth. aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one position of me but kept her tits in my face as I continued to blow and squeeze them.

Her manus found my cock, and I realised I already had a erection. She got to work on me, and I sucked and squeezed harder.

After a few minutes, she moved her tits away from my boldness. What she did next blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had set forward and was sucking my peter !

It felt incredible. I don't know how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her chief bobbing ; and then she'd use her hands, swirling around and up and down ; and then she'd tease the tip with her tongue before sucking and bobbing again. I was in nirvana ! This was paradise on earth.

I never wanted it to arrest, but desperately wanted to cum at the like time. She gradually got faster and faster, and the tell-tale throbbing suddenly kicked in. I closed my middle and moaned. I'd been watching everything she was doing to me, but now the esthesis took over. She was wanking me like nutcase, with her mouth clamped over the head of my cock, sucking hard and flickering her tongue over the tip. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I didn't want to ! I came hard, in a recollective stream of spurts, and aunty May didn't stop sucking until I was done.

She sat up, and licked her mouth, beaming at me as common."Thank you,"she said.

"Thank you, too,"I managed to whisper.

She slapped my thigh gently."come on. prison term to get up. I'll get your breakfast."

The next break of the day started the Saami way, but after she had been sucking my cock for a while, she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She had a cracking figure for someone nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as good shape.

aunt May stood near the bed, and took my manus, putting my finger's breadth between her peg. She was shaved, and I could see everything. She encouraged me to put a digit inside her. She was very damp, and hot. It felt good. She laid beside me and taught me how to feel her and stroke her clitoris. Then she let me suck her nipples at the same time, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard dick.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to groan and squirm a lilliputian. Her eyes were closed, and her rose hip rolled, and she moaned and groaned louder. I concentrated hard on doing exactly what she had shown me. Suddenly she began crying out"Oh god, I'm cumming ! Oh Kevin ! I'm cumming ! Oh god ! Oh yes !"and she writhed and bucked, until she eventually stopped me and laid back, breathing operose.

"Ooh, thank you,"she sighed, smiling broadly."I've not done that in a while except on my own. And we both know that's never as much fun as mortal else doing it for you, is it ?"

I grinned back at her, proud of myself. I'd just made my aunty May cum. How cool was that ! She told me to put a digit inside her, and I couldn't believe how wet she was.

"seed on,"she said, motioning with her head."Your act now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

"Get between my legs. You can't do it from there."

sanctum Fuck ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her thighs as fast as I could, and she reached down, guiding my stopcock into her."Now push slowly and gently into me. It's been a spell since I've had a stopcock in there."

I pushed carefully. That sense impression of the initial resistance, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was incredible. Even effective than the flavor of her mouthpiece on my pecker. She wrapped her legs around me and used her infantry and coxa to take off a rocking motion, telling me to just follow her lead. Her optic were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her adorable nerve, and her enormous tits and tit. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her tread and I matched her. She got faster and then faster again, moaning, and squeezing my arms, and crying out that she was cumming again. She stopped and relaxed for a few bit."Well, that was an unexpected fillip,"she beamed up at me."Definitely your turn, now. Just go as fast as you like until you've cum too."

I started out at the same tiresome pace she had first shown me, gradually speeding up again. Soon, I was humping her as fast as I could, staring down at her monumental tits bouncing about beneath me, and my pecker began throbbing. I moaned with pleasure.

"Oh, that's it Kevin. keep back going. Cum in your aunt May. Cum for me, Kevin."

I humped her for all I was worth. Her mamilla bounced like mad. The throbbing sense grew firm and inviolable, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no tone in the world quite like that. It felt awesome. For some bizarre reason, I felt the motivation to weigh every squirt. There was XII of them, although the last four were progressively sapless and weaker. I had just squirted twelve loads of cum into my aunt May ! I felt insanely proud of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my back, with a huge suspiration of satisfied rest period, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and dangerous, but impossibly good. I just got laid ! I was only XVI, and I was a man !

I only had a few twenty-four hour period vacation left, but we shagged five or six times every day, while uncle Vince was at work. auntie May was exhausted. She couldn't keep up with me, and at times, she was glad to just lie there and let me do what I wanted to her. I came everywhere ; inside her, all over her titty, on her human face, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would shoot, and how very much of it there was. She showed me every status she could cogitate of and teach me everything she knew about how to delight her. I loved going down on her, and she was affect that I was such a quick learner.

I decided I was going to stay with aunt May and uncle Vince every hazard I could after that, and she said that when the time came, I could apply to their local university for my degree and she would be delighted to make me stay there for the continuance. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to concern about me living away from plate on my own.

I suddenly found a knew motivation to study severely than ever before. I was going to do whatever it took to get into that university and go and inhabit with my auntie May for three whole days. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

It was only after I had returned home from that holiday that I realised things weren't good between my aunt and uncle. I recalled her comments about how little sex she was getting. She must have felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two years, every break from college signify meter staying with aunty May and having sex as often as we could supervise it. In the lag, between visits, aunt May and I had a little arrangement ; when we were both home alone, we would facetime each other, naked, and get ourselves off watching each former and talking dirty.

I got accepted into the university near her, but by the beginning of the initiatory term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to work as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a small two-bedroomed street house. I moved in. Officially, the humble bedroom is mine, and I have all my stuff and nonsense in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a dyad. In secret of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for people like me round here. will May occur with me ? Will I want her to ? Who knows ? How could we excuse it to the rest of the kinfolk if she did ? For now, I'm just felicitous that I'm getting shag senseless at least once a day. The secrecy just adds to the thrill of it .