My Naughty aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. well, typical in the sense that I could sometimes get a erection from the vibration of riding a bus, but maybe not entirely typical when it came to chatting-up female child. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a girl I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made lifetime desperately unjust because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a hole in it when I was in my teenager, 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 let lost my sight before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very thwart period in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly speculative. That easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a week, during the schooltime vacation. Mum arranged for me to go and stick with her sister ; my aunt May. May and her husband 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 slow week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to gather up me in the car, on the forenoon my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent movement to their house, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious theme of school, music and girls : school was okay ; I liked the set everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into girlfriend. Yes, he actually asked me that !

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

Uncle Vince and Aunt May were in their late thirties. I could think back aunty May from when I was ten, but at 16, I saw her in a solid new light. She was a very good-looking woman, with the most enormous tit I had ever seen in material sprightliness. She wore round top that weren't exactly revealing but showed Sir Thomas More than enough cleavage to commit a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a rattling problem trying to conceal it.

Whenever we were in the same room together, I could not stop myself staring at her knocker. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would look away, and sense 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 jacking off. Sometimes two. And then of course, there was the obligatory one at bedtime, and the first one of the day before I got out of bed, but they're just routine for a adolescent. The supererogatory 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 shoal, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, 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 zilch else to do at their house, apart from go upstairs for a wank. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your room for a bit. I'm going to send something to your phone. 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 wait, my sound began pinging.

I could not conceive what I was looking at. Aunt May had sent me seven selfies she must cause just taken in the lavatory mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the camera on her phone. In the secondment, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous mamilla were attempting to escape over the top of the cup. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her mammilla were so huge, they sagged a minuscule, but holy shucks ! They were awesome ! In the one-quarter and fifth part, she was standing sideways at different angles. In the 6th, she held both blazonry in the air above her head, which pulled her breast upwards, so that her massive nipples were pointing heterosexual at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her nipple 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 hard cock. Looking at the moving-picture show, my wank probably lasted lupus erythematosus than a bit before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the john for some toilette 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 chip shop and we had angle and chips and fleck all bout. I felt like my cheek was burning when I walked into the kitchen. Aunt May beamed at me and asked,"How are you feeling now. Better for that ?"

"Better for what ?"asked uncle Vince over his berm as he sorted out the fortune onto plates.

"Oh, it's naught, really,"replied aunty May."Kevin wasn't feeling too good earlier, so he went to his elbow room for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling much unspoiled now. Aren't you, Kevin ?"she asked, turning to me with a twinkle in her eyes.

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

The eve sat in front of the tv was purgatory, and I made my self-justification to go to bed as soon as I could.

I confess ; yes, I had another hand job staring at the word-painting of auntie May's awesome knocker, imagining how they would reckon and finger in the flesh.

The next dayspring, uncle Vince was back at work, 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 washing and drying the plates.

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

I felt my cheeks flush as I nodded. I was too embarrassed to speak.

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

I was dying.

"Of course of action,"she continued, seemingly forgetful to my torment."moving picture are never a equal for the real matter, but all in good time."

What ! ? What the shtup did ‘ all in secure time'mean ?

We worked in muteness for a couple of minutes, her washables and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could turn tail. But she wasn't done yet, and the problem was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the panorama down her segmentation. Her rubbing motility as she washed the plates, stave and stave, made those enormous boob jiggle and tilt, and it might have been my resource, but was her top a little more reveal than usual ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the beginning of an erection as aunt May's tits continued to jiggle and sway in my peripheral device visual sense. I swallowed hard and tried to decoct on scrubbing the blueprint off the bone-dry plate in my bridge player.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too concentrated. get out the pattern on, Kevin, there's a good lad,"she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to replace it. She picked up another out of the bowlful, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her tits bounciness around more than than ever.

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

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

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

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

In the safety of my sleeping accommodation, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the chest of hooking, and began masturbating as I stared at aunty May posing on my phone.

"Can I pass on you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a heart attack ! I was so engrossed in my pictures of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her spliff her head around my bedroom door. I dropped the phone, and turned my back, fumbling to rip up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my weapons system away as I tried to spread over up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to droop in shame. Several quick shot put that right. The spirit of her digit curled around my cock was just the considerably thing ever, gripping firmly but not too mingy, 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 seconds.

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

"There you go, love. It's much dependable when someone 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 nipple as they jiggled and bounced beneath my gaze. Before long, my hammer began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurts of cum high into the air, much to her delight and amusement."Ooh, you Cy Young'uns cum with such enthusiasm, don't you ? And there's so practically of it, too ! I'd forgotten."She chuckled and stood up.

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

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same time. I knew it was haywire. I mean, it was sound - just - because I was sixteen ; but my mum and dad would kill us both, and especially aunty May, if they ever found out what she'd done to me. But it had felt amazing. 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 rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if aught had happened. I found any try at conversation very difficult at first, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to bed if she was going to do it again but didn't dare ask. I could barely look at uncle Vince all evening.

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

The following morning, I listened to the auditory sensation of breakfast bodily 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 usual ? Or was aunt May's instruction to ‘ suffer a lie-in'her code for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a jacking off after your uncle Vince has gone to work'? Maybe I just kidding myself. Probably. But what if I wasn't ?

My erecting had worn off by the time I heard uncle Vince leave. As soon as the front door had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My affection leapt. I could find it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my elbow room without knock, 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 run-in and just shook my fountainhead, which was no service at all."Have you knocked one out already ?"I shook my caput again, blushing at her directness.

"trade good !"she beamed and pulled the comforter back. I sleep bare, 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 nipple 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 heavy ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the feel and weightiness of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all tetrad, so that her enormous tits hovered above my human face. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge nipples, loving their clumsiness in my mouthpiece. auntie May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one side of meat of me but kept her tits in my face as I continued to give suck and squeeze them.

Her hand 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 arcminute, she moved her tits away from my brass. What she did side by side blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had crouch forward and was sucking my shaft !

It felt incredible. I don't screw how I didn't cum instantly. She spent various second sucking and licking and nibbling ; her headway bobbing ; and then she'd use her bridge player, swirling around and up and down ; and then she'd tease the tip with her clapper before sucking and bobbing again. I was in heaven ! This was heaven on ground.

I never wanted it to stop, but desperately wanted to cum at the Saami sentence. She gradually got faster and faster, and the tell-tale throb suddenly kicked in. I closed my eyes and moaned. I'd been watching everything she was doing to me, but now the sensations took over. She was wanking me like looney, 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 foresighted stream of squirt, and aunt May didn't layover sucking until I was done.

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

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

She slapped my thigh gently."Come on. Time to get up. I'll get your breakfast."

The next sunrise started the same way, but after she had been sucking my putz for a while, she stood up and stripped off the repose of her dress. She had a nifty figure for someone nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as good shape.

auntie May stood near the bed, and took my hand, putting my fingerbreadth between her legs. She was shaved, and I could see everything. She encouraged me to put a finger inside her. She was very moist, and hot. It felt good. She laid beside me and taught me how to finger her and stroke her clitoris. Then she let me fellate her nipples at the Lapp time, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and squirm a short. Her eye were closed, and her 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 hard.

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

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

"ejaculate on,"she said, motioning with her head."Your turn now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

Holy nooky ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her thigh as fast as I could, and she reached down, guiding my hammer into her."Now push slowly and gently into me. It's been a while since I've had a prick in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial resistivity, then suddenly gliding into her strong wetness, was incredible. Even better than the tone of her oral cavity on my dick. She wrapped her legs around me and used her substructure and articulatio coxae to go a rocking motion, telling me to just accompany her star. Her optic were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her cover girl aspect, and her enormous titty and nipples. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her pace 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 present moment."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 boring pace she had first shown me, gradually speeding up again. Soon, I was humping her as fast as I could, staring down at her massive tits bouncing about beneath me, and my cock began throbbing. I moaned with pleasure.

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

I humped her for all I was worth. Her tits bounced like mad. The throbbing sense grew stronger and stronger, and More and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt watercourse after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no tactual sensation in the human beings quite like that. It felt awesome. For some outre reasonableness, I felt the want to count every jet. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively washy and weaker. I had just squirted twelve piles of cum into my aunt May ! I felt insanely proud of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my spine, with a huge sigh of quenched ministration, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and life-threatening, but impossibly good. I just got laid ! I was only xvi, and I was a man !

I only had a few daylight holiday left, but we shagged five or six sentence every day, while uncle Vince was at piece of work. aunty May was exhausted. She couldn't keep on up with me, and at prison term, she was happy to just lie there and let me do what I wanted to her. I came everywhere ; inside her, all over her tits, on her face, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would blast, and how a lot of it there was. She showed me every position she could recollect of and learn me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was print that I was such a quick learner.

I decided I was going to stay with aunt May and uncle Vince every luck I could after that, and she said that when the time came, I could hold to their local university for my academic degree and she would be delighted to have me remain there for the duration. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to worry about me living away from home on my own.

I suddenly found a knew motivation to contemplate tough than ever before. I was going to do whatever it took to get into that university and go and live with my aunt May for three unanimous eld. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

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

For the next two years, every break from college entail time staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could handle it. In the meantime, between visits, auntie May and I had a trivial organization ; when we were both home alone, we would facetime each other, raw, and get ourselves off watching each other and talking dirty.

I got accepted into the university near her, but by the beginning of the first 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 small-scale bedchamber is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a couple. In mystery of course.

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