My Naughty aunty 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 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 history depended on it.

Which made life desperately unjust because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a hole in it when I was in my teens, just like every early lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm glad wanking doesn't really make you go blind, or I would probably hold lost my peck before my fourteenth natal day. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly defective. 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 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 tedious hebdomad of my life.

Uncle Vince came to collect me in the car, on the good morning my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully still crusade to their household, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topics of school, music and lady friend : shoal was okay ; I liked the striation everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a lady friend, but yes, I was into young lady. Yes, he actually asked me that !

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

Uncle Vince and aunty May were in their tardily XXX. I could recall aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new visible light. She was a very good-looking womanhood, with the most enormous breast I had ever seen in real life. She wore tops that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than enough cleavage to generate a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real problem trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same elbow room together, I could not halt myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the 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 commencement one of the day before I got out of bed, but they're just routine for a adolescent. The extra I during the day were all down to aunt May's spectacular dresser. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, but I couldn't help it.

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

It was permanently attached to my deal most of the sentence because there was zilch else to do at their planetary 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 mo. I'm going to send something to your telephone. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but singular, I got up and went upstairs. A few min later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my speech sound began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. aunty May had sent me seven selfies she must have just taken in the lav mirror. In the first base, 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 mamilla were attempting to escape over the top of the cups. In the third base, she had taken her bra off. Her bosom were so huge, they sagged a small, but holy place shit ! They were awful ! In the quartern and fifth, she was standing sideways at different slant. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her psyche, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her massive nipples were pointing straight at me. In the 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 roll in the hay ! I couldn't service myself ; I unzipped my dungaree and released my already painfully severely cock. Looking at the movie, my wank probably lasted less than a min before I shot my payload all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some commode newspaper publisher and cleaned up as best I could.

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

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

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

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

The eventide sat in presence of the tv was purgatory, and I made my excuse to go to bed as soon as I could.

I confess ; yes, I had another wank staring at the painting of aunt May's awe-inspiring titmouse, imagining how they would look and find in the flesh.

The future cockcrow, 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 oneself with lavation and drying the dental plate.

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

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

"At your age, it's only lifelike, and I know it must be unmanageable for you not to stare, so I don't judgment. I understand. I know why you go up your room now and then, too. It's perfectly convention. I'm flattered. I thought the pictures of me would help, you know, whenever you feel the demand to knock one out."

I was dying.

"Of line,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my torment."characterization are never a match for the tangible thing, but all in good time."

What ! ? What the fuck did ‘ all in honest clip'mean ?

We worked in muteness for a duo of minutes, her laundry and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could escape. But she wasn't done yet, and the problem was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the view down her cleavage. Her rubbing movement as she washed the home plate, beat and round of golf, made those enormous tits joggle and careen, and it might have been my resourcefulness, but was her top a little more unwrap than common ?

Despite my excruciating plethora, nature won out, and I felt the kickoff of an hard-on as aunty May's tits continued to joggle and carry in my peripheral vision. I swallowed hard and tried to pore on scrubbing the pattern off the bone dry denture in my deal.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too firmly. get out the pattern on, Kevin, there's a good lad,"she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to interchange it. She picked up another out of the bowl, 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 proper good rubbing."

I'm indisputable she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erecting grew any stiffer I was going to suffer 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 aunty May, glancing down at my groin."Go and have a ease before we go into township,"she suggested.

I wasn't tired. I'd only just got up an minute 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 rubber of my bedroom, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the bureau of haulage, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May sitting on my phone.

"Can I cave in you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a nitty-gritty plan of attack ! I was so engrossed in my pictures of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her pin her head around my sleeping accommodation door. I dropped the speech sound, and turned my backrest, fumbling to pull up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my arms away as I tried to get over up, and grabbed my tool, which was beginning to droop in shame. Several quick diagonal put that right. The feel of her digit curled around my cock was just the best 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 s.

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 practiced when someone else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just unload 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 tit as they jiggled and bounced beneath my gaze. Before long, my dick began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot various spurts of cum gamey into the air, much to her delight 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 paw. She licked it off, almost absentmindedly."Mmm, Nice ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get quick to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the Lapp time. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was effectual - just - because I was sixteen ; but my mum and dad would vote out us both, and especially auntie 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 block her if she tried. But would she ?

Aunt May spent the ease of the day chattering away as normal, as if nothing had happened. I found any attempt at conversation very difficult at first, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to sleep with if she was going to do it again but didn't daring ask. I could barely see at uncle Vince all evening.

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

The observe morning, I listened to the sounds of breakfast natural process downstairs, but made no effort to get up. I had woken up with my common ‘ morning wood'and desperately needed a wank. I was confused. Should I have one as usual ? Or was aunt May's instruction to ‘ deliver a lie-in'her codification for ‘ stay 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 clock time I heard uncle Vince leave of absence. As soon as the social movement door had closed, I heard aunt 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 helping hand'this daybreak, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

I was stuck for discussion and just shook my psyche, which was no help at all."Have you knocked one out already ?"I shook my drumhead again, blushing at her directness.

"commodity !"she beamed and pulled the quilt 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 mamilla to me."Go on,"she encouraged me."I know you want to !"

Hesitantly, I reached out and felt them. They were so big and sonant and warm up, 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 mamilla hovered above my cheek. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge tit, loving their awkwardness in my sass. aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one side of me but kept her tits in my face as I continued to suck and squeeze them.

Her manus 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 aspect. What she did following blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had bent forward and was sucking my stopcock !

It felt incredible. I don't know how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her head 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 stop, but desperately wanted to cum at the Lapp sentence. 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 sentiency took over. She was wanking me like nutcase, with her oral cavity clamped over the psyche of my putz, sucking punishing and flickering her clapper over the tip. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I didn't want to ! I came hard, in a hanker flow of spurts, and aunty May didn't check sucking until I was done.

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

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

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

The next morning started the like 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 break digit for mortal nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as good shape.

aunt May stood near the bed, and took my hand, putting my fingers between her pegleg. She was shaved, and I could see everything. She encouraged me to put a digit inside her. She was very moist, and hot. It felt good. She laid beside me and instruct me how to finger her and stroke her clit. Then she let me wet-nurse her nipples at the same time, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard rooster.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and worm a minuscule. Her center 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 punishing.

"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 often fun as someone 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 finger inside her, and I couldn't believe how wet she was.

"Come on,"she said, motioning with her headland."Your turn of events now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

sanctum Fuck ! 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 putz in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial electric resistance, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was unbelievable. Even in force than the feel of her sass on my hammer. She wrapped her branch around me and used her animal foot and articulatio coxae to start a rocking motion, telling me to just postdate her Pb. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her endearing face, and her enormous bosom and nipples. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her step 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 moments."Well, that was an unexpected fillip,"she beamed up at me."Definitely your routine, 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 massive knocker bouncing about beneath me, and my shaft 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 sensation grew hard and stronger, and Thomas More and more speedy until it suddenly burst, and I felt current after watercourse of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no feeling in the world quite like that. It felt awesome. For some gonzo intellect, I felt the need to bet every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and weaker. I had just squirted 12 loads of cum into my auntie May ! I felt insanely lofty of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my back, with a vast sigh of satisfied relief, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was unbalanced, and grave, but impossibly soundly. I just got pose ! I was only 16, and I was a man !

I only had a few twenty-four hour period holiday left, but we shagged five or six times every day, while uncle Vince was at work. Aunt 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 mamilla, on her human face, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would inject, and how much of it there was. She showed me every view she could think of and teach me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was impressed that I was such a nimble learner.

I decided I was going to stick around with auntie May and uncle Vince every hazard I could after that, and she said that when the meter came, I could apply to their local university for my arcdegree and she would be delighted to have got me stay there for the duration. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to occupy about me living away from house on my own.

I suddenly found a knew need to study harder than ever before. I was going to do whatever it took to get into that university and go and live with my auntie May for three solid yr. 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 comment about how little sex she was getting. She must have felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two old age, every break from college meant time staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the meanwhile, between sojourn, aunt May and I had a little arrangement ; when we were both plate 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 starting time of the low gear term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to exploit as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a little two-bedroomed street home. I moved in. Officially, the little bedroom 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 number with me ? Will I want her to ? Who knows ? How could we explain it to the rest of the home 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 thrill of it .