My Naughty Aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. well, typical in the signified that I could sometimes get a hard-on from the vibe 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 young woman I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made lifetime desperately unfair because, of course of instruction, 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 hold you go dim, or I would probably have lost my visual modality 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 holiday for two for a week, during the shoal holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and stay with her babe ; my auntie 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 tiresome week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to accumulate me in the car, on the morning my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully still drive to their firm, as I sat side by side to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topic of school, music and girls : school was okay ; I liked the striation 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 get in into the crushing hug I received from aunty 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 lately thirties. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a altogether new spark. She was a very good-looking char, with the most enormous tits I had ever seen in real life. She wore tops that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than enough cleavage to present a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a veridical job trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same way together, I could not stop myself staring at her tits. 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 wank. Sometimes two. And then of class, 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 outstanding pectus. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt ill-timed, but I couldn't assistance it.

By Wed it had become intolerable - 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 almost of the time because there was goose egg else to do at their theater, 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 broadcast something to your phone. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but singular, 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 give birth just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the photographic camera on her sound. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous mamilla were attempting to scarper over the top of the cups. In the tertiary, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so huge, they sagged a short, but holy son of a bitch ! They were awesome ! In the one-fourth and fifth part, she was standing sideways at dissimilar angles. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her head, which pulled her titmouse upwards, so that her massive nipples were pointing heterosexual person at me. In the one-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 chief was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my jean and released my already painfully hard peter. Looking at the ikon, my wank probably lasted LE than a minute before I shot my incumbrance all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some toilet paper and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn't dare go downstairs again and face aunty May, so I stayed in my way until uncle Vince returned, and called me down for tea. He had been to the scrap shop and we had fish and poker chip and scraps 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 ?"

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

"Oh, it's cypher, 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 a great deal better 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 rosy-cheeked lad. Never psyche, 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 caustic remark of his comment if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The evening 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 jerking off staring at the pictures of aunt May's awesome tits, imagining how they would count and palpate in the flesh.

The future morning, 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 avail with washing and drying the plates.

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

I felt my face 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, you know, whenever you feel the need to knock one out."

I was dying.

"Of course of action,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my torment."Pictures are never a equal for the really thing, but all in goodness time."

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

We worked in silence for a couple of minutes, her lavation 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 motions as she washed the plates, round and round, made those enormous knocker jiggle and careen, and it might have been my vision, but was her top a little more revealing than usual ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the rootage of an erection as aunt May's tits continued to jiggle and swing in my peripheral vision. I swallowed concentrated and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the approach pattern off the bone-dry collection plate in my hand.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too hard. result the design 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 pipe bowl, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her tits bounce around Thomas More than ever.

"This is a hard one,"she announced."It needs a proper unspoilt rubbing."

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

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

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

In the rubber of my bedroom, I dropped my knickers, leaned back against the chest of draws, and began masturbating as I stared at auntie May posing on my phone.

"Can I leave you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a gist attack ! I was so engrossed in my pictures of aunty May, I hadn't noticed her stick her head around my bedroom room access. I dropped the telephone, and turned my back, fumbling to overstretch up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my arms away as I tried to extend up, and grabbed my turncock, which was beginning to wilt in shame. Several quick cerebrovascular accident put that right field. The feel of her fingers curled around my cock was just the best affair ever, gripping firmly but not too fuddled, 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 aunty ! I couldn't move or speak. I didn't know what to do.

"There you go, love. It's much improve when mortal else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just cut down 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 gaze. Before long, my cock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. aunt May's hired man worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurts of cum high into the air, much to her delectation and amusement."Ooh, you untested'uns cum with such ebullience, don't you ? And there's so lots of it, too ! I'd forgotten."She chuckled and stood up.

Some of my cum had splashed onto her bridge player. 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 prison term. I knew it was awry. 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 discontinue her if she tried. But would she ?

aunt May spent the rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if nothing had happened. I found any attempt at conversation very unmanageable at foremost, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to bang if she was going to do it again but didn't daring ask. I could barely seem 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 point in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The following morning, I listened to the sounds of breakfast activity downstairs, but made no endeavor to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ break of the day Sir Henry Wood'and desperately needed a hand job. I was confused. Should I have one as common ? Or was aunt May's instruction to ‘ have a lie-in'her code for ‘ hitch in bad and I'll give you a wank after your uncle Vince has gone to exploit'? Maybe I just kidding myself. Probably. But what if I wasn't ?

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

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

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

"commodity !"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 tits 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 threatening ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the feeling and weightiness of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all foursome, so that her tremendous tits hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge pap, loving their stiffness in my mouth. Aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one position of me but kept her boob in my face as I continued to suck and squeeze them.

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

After a few minute of arc, she moved her tits away from my nerve. What she did next blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had knack forward and was sucking my dick !

It felt incredible. I don't cognise how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her fountainhead 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 promised land ! This was paradise on earth.

I never wanted it to quit, but desperately wanted to cum at the Saame sentence. 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 sense experience took over. She was wanking me like crazy, with her mouth clamped over the head of my cock, sucking knockout 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 stop sucking until I was done.

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

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

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

The next break of day started the Saame way, but after she had been sucking my prick for a spell, she stood up and stripped off the ease of her clothes. She had a dandy figure for mortal 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 fingers between her legs. 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 teach 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 unvoiced cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and squirm a piddling. Her eyes were closed, and her articulatio coxae 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 piece 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 poise 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 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 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 sense of the initial resistor, then suddenly gliding into her warmly wetness, was unbelievable. Even better than the tactile property of her back talk on my shaft. She wrapped her legs around me and used her substructure and pelvic girdle to begin a rocking gesture, telling me to just follow her lead. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weightiness on my arms and looked down at her ; her lovely face, and her enormous boob and mamilla. 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 branch, and crying out that she was cumming again. She stopped and relaxed for a few here and now."Well, that was an unexpected bonus,"she beamed up at me."Definitely your play, 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 monolithic 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 mamilla bounced like mad. The throbbing sentience grew impregnable and stronger, and Sir Thomas More and more speedy until it suddenly burst, and I felt flow after flow of cum pumping out of my putz. There is no look in the cosmos quite like that. It felt amazing. For some bizarre reason, I felt the need to reckon every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the survive four were progressively infirm and faint. 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 sigh of fill relief, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was brainsick, and dangerous, but impossibly good. I just got place ! I was only sixteen, and I was a man !

I only had a few days vacation left, but we shagged five or six clock time every day, while uncle Vince was at workplace. Aunt May was exhausted. She couldn't go on up with me, and at multiplication, 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 mamilla, on her face, and in her rima oris. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would germinate, and how a good deal of it there was. She showed me every position she could mean of and learn me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was instill that I was such a straightaway learner.

I decided I was going to rest with auntie May and uncle Vince every probability I could after that, and she said that when the sentence came, I could apply to their topical anesthetic university for my arcdegree and she would be delighted to take in me abide there for the duration. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to concern about me living away from place on my own.

I suddenly found a have it away motivation to study difficult 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 years. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

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

For the adjacent two long time, every prison-breaking from college meant time staying with aunty May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the interim, between visits, aunty May and I had a piddling arrangement ; when we were both household 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 work as a nanny, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a pocket-size two-bedroomed street firm. I moved in. Officially, the minuscule sleeping room is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In upshot, we have become a couple. 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 come with me ? Will I want her to ? Who knows ? How could we explain it to the balance of the family if she did ? For now, I'm just well-chosen that I'm getting shagged senseless at least once a day. The secretiveness just adds to the thrill of it .