My Naughty Aunt May

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

Which made spirit desperately unjust because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a hole 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 muckle before my 14th birthday. It was a very spoil 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 holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and stay 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 tire hebdomad of my life.

Uncle Vince came to pick up me in the car, on the morning my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent driving 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 shoal, music and girlfriend : school was okay ; I liked the bands everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into girls. Yes, he actually asked me that !

It was a relief, albeit an embarrassing one, to get into the crushing hug I received from auntie 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 belated thirties. I could think auntie May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new light. She was a very good-looking woman, with the most tremendous tits I had ever seen in real life. She wore big top that weren't exactly revealing but showed Thomas More than plenty cleavage to have a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real problem trying to enshroud 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 fourth dimension, and I would front 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 wank. Sometimes two. And then of course of study, 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 surplus single during the day were all down to aunt May's outstanding thorax. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the lady friend at school day, 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 auntie 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 zippo else to do at their theater, apart from go up the stairs for a jerking off. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your way for a moment. 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 instant 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 induce just taken in the bath mirror. In the first off, she was just smiling straight at the camera on her phone. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous tits were attempting to head for the hills over the top of the cups. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her mammilla were so immense, they sagged a little, but holy darn ! They were awesome ! In the fourth and 5th, she was standing sideways at different angle. In the 6th, she held both limb in the air above her head, which pulled her boob upwards, so that her massive nipples were pointing heterosexual person at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her boob hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My head was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my denim and released my already painfully severely shaft. Looking at the word-painting, my wank probably lasted LE than a moment before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some lavatory newspaper 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 fleck shop class and we had fish and chips and trash all beat. I felt like my cheek was burning when I walked into the kitchen. auntie May beamed at me and asked,"How are you feeling now. Better for that ?"

"wagerer for what ?"asked uncle Vince over his articulatio humeri as he sorted out the constituent onto plates.

"Oh, it's null, really,"replied aunt 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 practically beneficial 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 look 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 caustic remark 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 wank staring at the word picture of aunty May's awesome tits, imagining how they would search and experience 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 oneself with washing and drying the scale.

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

I felt my impudence 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 thinker. I understand. I know why you go up your way now and then, too. It's perfectly formula. I'm flattered. I thought the pictures of me would serve, you know, whenever you feel the penury to tap one out."

I was dying.

"Of course,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my torment."Pictures are never a friction match for the real thing, but all in unspoiled time."

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

We worked in secrecy for a couple of minutes, her lavation and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could run away. 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 crustal plate, round of drinks and round, made those enormous tits jiggle and rock, and it might have been my imagination, but was her top a little more break than usual ?

Despite my excruciating overplus, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an erection as aunt May's nipple continued to jiggle and shake in my peripheral imaginativeness. I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone dry home base in my hand.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too intemperately. leave 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 bowl, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her tits bouncing around Sir Thomas More than ever.

"This is a tough one,"she announced."It needs a proper ripe rubbing."

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

Eventually, we were done."Off you go,"said aunt May, glancing down at my jetty."Go and have a rest before we go into Ithiel 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 alibi to go to my room.

In the safety of my bedroom, I dropped my drawers, leaned back against the chest of draw play, 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 attack ! I was so engrossed in my motion-picture show of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her joystick her head around my bedroom doorway. I dropped the phone, and turned my binding, fumbling to draw out up my jean.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her weapons system wrapped around me. She pulled my branch away as I tried to cover up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to wilt in ignominy. several quick strokes put that right. The flavor of her fingers curled around my cock was just the best affair 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 endorsement.

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

"There you go, love. It's practically better when someone else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just leave out 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 cock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. auntie May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurts of cum mellow into the air, much to her delight and amusement."Ooh, you young'uns cum with such enthusiasm, 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, squeamish ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get gear up to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same time. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was legal - just - because I was sixteen ; 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 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 ?

aunty May spent the remainder of the day chattering away as normal, as if nil had happened. I found any attempt at conversation very unmanageable at first gear, 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 morning. The was no spot in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The follow morning, I listened to the sound of breakfast activeness downstairs, but made no endeavour to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ morning Sir Henry Wood'and desperately needed a jacking off. I was confused. Should I have one as usual ? Or was aunt May's educational activity to ‘ have a lie-in'her computer code for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a jerking 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 meter I heard uncle Vince leave. As soon as the front doorway had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could find 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 hired hand'this morning, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

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

"trade good !"she beamed and pulled the quilt back. I sleep nude, 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 breast 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 weighting of them.

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

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

After a few mo, she moved her tits away from my face. What she did next blew my intellect. Before I realised what was happening, she had bent forward and was sucking my rooster !

It felt incredible. I don't know how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her psyche bobbing ; and then she'd use her hired hand, swirling around and up and down ; and then she'd tease the tip with her spit before sucking and bobbing again. I was in heaven ! This was paradise on dry land.

I never wanted it to stop, but desperately wanted to cum at the like clip. She gradually got faster and faster, and the tell-tale throbbing suddenly kicked in. I closed my optic and moaned. I'd been watching everything she was doing to me, but now the hotshot took over. She was wanking me like crazy, with her mouth clamped over the straits of my turncock, 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 long stream of jet, and aunt May didn't halt sucking until I was done.

She sat up, and licked her back talk, 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 dawning started the Saame way, but after she had been sucking my stopcock for a while, she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She had a cracking material body 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 paw, putting my finger 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 serious. She laid beside me and taught me how to finger her and stroke her clitoris. Then she let me suck her nipples at the Saame time, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to groan and worm a short. 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 hard.

"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 person else doing it for you, is it ?"

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

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

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

Holy fuck ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her second joint as fasting 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 cock in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial resistivity, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was incredible. Even in force than the feel of her mouth on my cock. She wrapped her peg around me and used her feet and hips to start a rocking motility, telling me to just postdate her star. Her center were closed. I supported my weight on my arm and looked down at her ; her lovely case, and her enormous breast 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 import."Well, that was an unexpected bonus,"she beamed up at me."Definitely your good turn, now. Just go as fast as you like until you've cum too."

I started out at the same slow 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 bosom bouncing about beneath me, and my rooster began throbbing. I moaned with pleasure.

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

I humped her for all I was worth. Her tits bounced like mad. The throbbing whizz grew stiff and secure, and Thomas More and more speedy until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my turncock. There is no tactile sensation in the existence quite like that. It felt awesome. For some off-the-wall reason, I felt the need to reckon every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively infirm and weak. 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 fill-in, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was dotty, and dangerous, but impossibly secure. I just got laid ! I was only xvi, and I was a man !

I only had a few daytime holiday left, but we shagged five or six clock time every day, while uncle Vince was at work. aunty May was exhausted. She couldn't keep on up with me, and at time, 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 knocker, on her aspect, and in her rima oris. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would tear, and how lots of it there was. She showed me every position she could reckon of and instruct me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was impressed that I was such a warm learner.

I decided I was going to stay 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 topical anesthetic university for my degree and she would be delighted to experience me stay there for the continuance. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to worry about me living away from nursing home on my own.

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

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

For the next two years, every break from college meant metre staying with auntie May and having sex as often as we could finagle it. In the meantime, between sojourn, aunt May and I had a little organization ; when we were both home alone, we would facetime each other, 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 first term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to bring as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a small two-bedroomed street house. I moved in. Officially, the small sleeping room is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a couple. In secret of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for the great unwashed like me round here. testament May number with me ? Will I require her to ? Who knows ? How could we explain it to the rest of the family if she did ? For now, I'm just happy that I'm getting shagged senseless at to the lowest degree once a day. The secrecy just adds to the quiver of it .