My Naughty aunty May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed adolescent, I suppose. Well, distinctive 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 girl. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a lady friend I fancied even if my life story depended on it.

Which made life desperately unjust because, of line, I wanted to shag anything with a kettle of fish in it when I was in my stripling, just like every other lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm glad wanking doesn't really make you go dim, or I would probably receive lost my sight before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly worse. That Easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a calendar week, during the school holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and stay on 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 deadening week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to call for me in the car, on the dawn my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully dumb drive to their house, as I sat adjacent to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious issue of school, music and little girl : school was okay ; I liked the bands everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into female child. 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 Thomas Young man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and Aunt May were in their tardy XXX. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new spark. She was a very better-looking woman, with the most enormous nipple I had ever seen in real life. She wore tops that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than plenty cleavage to pass a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erecting, and a rattling problem trying to shroud it.

Whenever we were in the same room together, I could not stop myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would take care away, and find 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 trend, 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 teenager. The extra ones during the day were all down to aunt May's striking chest of drawers. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at shoal, 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 most of the time because there was nothing else to do at their menage, 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 moment. I'm going to send something to your telephone set. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but curious, I got up and went upstairs. A few min later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my phone began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. aunty May had sent me seven selfies she must give just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the tv camera on her headphone. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous tits were attempting to bunk over the top of the cups. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so huge, they sagged a little, but holy shit ! They were awesome ! In the fourth and fifth, she was standing sideways at dissimilar angles. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her chief, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her massive mammilla were pointing straight at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her bosom hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My top dog was spinning. What the screw ! I couldn't assistance myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully hard cock. Looking at the pictures, my jacking off probably lasted less than a minute before I shot my payload all over the carpet. I hurried to the john for some toilet theme 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 potato chip shop and we had fish and chips and combat all round. I felt like my facial expression was burning when I walked into the kitchen. aunty May beamed at me and asked,"How are you feeling now. Better for that ?"

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

"Oh, it's nothing, really,"replied aunt May."Kevin wasn't feeling too good earlier, so he went to his room for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling much effective now. Aren't you, Kevin ?"she asked, turning to me with a light in her eyes.

I just nodded. Uncle Vince looked over."You do calculate a bit flushed lad. Never mind, your aunt May was a nursemaid, 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 end of the tv was purgatory, and I made my excuses to go to bed as soon as I could.

I confess ; yes, I had another wank staring at the flick of aunty May's awful tits, imagining how they would wait and sense in the flesh.

The next sunrise, 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 oneself with lavation and drying the plates.

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

I felt my buttock 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 mind. I understand. I know why you go up your room now and then, too. It's perfectly normal. I'm flattered. I thought the film of me would help oneself, you know, whenever you feel the need to bump one out."

I was dying.

"Of form,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my agony."Pictures are never a match for the tangible thing, but all in expert time."

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

We worked in silence for a couple of arcminute, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could escape. But she wasn't done yet, and the trouble was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the view down her cleavage. Her rubbing motility as she washed the denture, unit of ammunition and round, made those enormous mamilla jiggle and sway, and it might accept been my imagination, but was her top a little more unveil than usual ?

Despite my excruciating overplus, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an hard-on as aunt May's tits continued to joggle and sway in my peripheral vision. I swallowed severely and tried to center on scrubbing the convention off the bone-dry plate in my hired man.

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

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

I'm sure 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 easing from the ever-increasing insistence in my blue jean, 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 townspeople,"she suggested.

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

In the safety of my sleeping room, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the dresser of draw play, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May posing on my phone.

"Can I give you a paw with that ?"I nearly had a heart tone-beginning ! I was so engrossed in my picture show of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her stick her head word around my bedroom door. I dropped the headphone, and turned my back, fumbling to attract up my blue jean.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my implements of war away as I tried to cover up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to wilt in shame. several nimble strokes put that right hand. The feel of her fingers curled around my cock was just the practiced thing ever, gripping firmly but not too tight, 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 movement or speak. I didn't know what to do.

"There you go, love. It's a good deal estimable when someone else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just drop your jean 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 gaze. Before long, my cock 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 up into the air, much to her delectation and amusement."Ooh, you young'uns cum with such ebullience, don't you ? And there's so much 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, nice ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get cook to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the Lapplander time. I knew it was wrongly. I mean, it was legal - just - because I was xvi ; but my mum and dad would wipe out us both, and especially aunt May, if they ever found out what she'd done to me. But it had felt perplex. 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 residuum of the day chattering away as normal, as if nil had happened. I found any attempt at conversation very difficult at first-class honours degree, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to eff 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, aunt May told me I could consume 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 good morning, I listened to the phone of breakfast natural process downstairs, but made no attempt to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ daybreak wood'and desperately needed a wank. I was confused. Should I have one as usual ? Or was aunt May's instruction to ‘ cause a lie-in'her codification for ‘ halt in bad and I'll give you a wank 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 clip I heard uncle Vince leave of absence. As soon as the front door had closed, I heard auntie May coming upstairs. My mettle leapt. I could experience it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my way 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 Holy Scripture and just shake up my head, which was no help at all."Have you knocked one out already ?"I shook my capitulum again, blushing at her directness.

"Good !"she beamed and pulled the comfort 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 titmouse to me."Go on,"she encouraged me."I know you want to !"

Hesitantly, I reached out and felt them. They were so big and piano and warm, and so heavy ! 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 knocker hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge nipples, loving their severeness in my mouth. Aunt May was cooing with pleasance too. She shifted to one slope of me but kept her nipple in my face as I continued to wet-nurse and squeeze them.

Her hand found my pecker, and I realised I already had a hard-on. She got to forge on me, and I sucked and squeezed harder.

After a few moment, she moved her tits away from my brass. What she did next blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had bent forward and was sucking my cock !

It felt unbelievable. I don't love how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her forefront bobbing ; and then she'd use her deal, swirling around and up and down ; and then she'd tease the tip with her tongue before sucking and bobbing again. I was in heaven ! This was Paradise on earth.

I never wanted it to break off, but desperately wanted to cum at the Sami meter. She gradually got faster and faster, and the tell-tale throbbing suddenly kicked in. I closed my eyes and moaned. I'd been watching everything she was doing to me, but now the hotshot took over. She was wanking me like loony, with her mouth clamped over the foreland of my cock, sucking hard and flickering her natural language over the tip. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I didn't want to ! I came hard, in a long stream of spurts, and aunt May didn't occlusive sucking until I was done.

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

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

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

The succeeding good morning started the Saami way, but after she had been sucking my hammer for a while, she stood up and stripped off the sleep of her wearing apparel. 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 handwriting, putting my digit between her legs. She was shaved, and I could see everything. She encouraged me to put a finger inside her. She was very damp, and hot. It felt good. She laid beside me and taught me how to finger her and stroke her button. Then she let me suck her nipples at the same time, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard tool.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and squirm a little. Her eyes were closed, and her hips 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 intemperately.

"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 a lot 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.

"cum 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."

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

I pushed carefully. That aesthesis of the initial resistance, then suddenly gliding into her ardent wetness, was unbelievable. Even near than the smell of her lip on my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her feet and hips to start a rocking motion, telling me to just follow her leash. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her cover girl typeface, and her enormous tits 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 munition, and crying out that she was cumming again. She stopped and relaxed for a few consequence."Well, that was an unexpected bonus,"she beamed up at me."Definitely your turning, now. Just go as fast as you like until you've cum too."

I started out at the same slow tempo 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 experience grew stronger and stronger, and to a greater extent and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no feeling in the creation quite like that. It felt awesome. For some off-the-wall grounds, I felt the need to count every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively debile and unaccented. I had just squirted dozen scads of cum into my aunt May ! I felt insanely majestic of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my back, with a Brobdingnagian sigh of satisfied relief, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and dangerous, but impossibly good. I just got laid ! I was only sixteen, and I was a man !

I only had a few days holiday left, but we shagged five or six clock time every day, while uncle Vince was at work. Aunt May was exhausted. She couldn't keep up with me, and at times, she was well-chosen to just lie there and let me do what I wanted to her. I came everywhere ; inside her, all over her tits, on her expression, and in her oral cavity. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would fool away, and how much of it there was. She showed me every attitude she could think of and teach me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was impress that I was such a quick learner.

I decided I was going to stay on with aunt May and uncle Vince every chance I could after that, and she said that when the fourth dimension came, I could apply to their local university for my degree and she would be delighted to possess me stay 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 have it away motivation to take operose 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 whole long time. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

It was only after I had returned dwelling house from that holiday that I realised things weren't commodity 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 following two age, every break from college imply fourth dimension staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the interim, between sojourn, aunt May and I had a little arrangement ; when we were both dwelling alone, we would facetime each former, naked, and get ourselves off watching each other and talking dirty.

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

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for masses like me round here. testament May get along with me ? Will I want her to ? Who knows ? How could we explicate it to the rest of the class if she did ? For now, I'm just happy that I'm getting shaggy senseless at to the lowest degree once a day. The privacy just adds to the thrill of it .