My Naughty Aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed adolescent, 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 girls. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a young woman I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made animation desperately unfair because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a hole in it when I was in my teens, just like every former lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm glad wanking doesn't really relieve oneself you go blind, or I would probably bear lost my sight before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very cross geological period in my life.

When I was xvi, it got decidedly worse. That Easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a workweek, 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 oil production workweek of my life.

Uncle Vince came to collect me in the car, on the morning my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent campaign to their house, as I sat adjacent to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topics of school, medicine and young woman : school was okay ; I liked the bands everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into young woman. Yes, he actually asked me that !

It was a succour, albeit an embarrassing one, to get in 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 recall aunt May from when I was ten, but at xvi, I saw her in a altogether new luminance. She was a very good-looking woman, with the most enormous boob I had ever seen in real life. She wore big top that weren't exactly revealing but showed Sir Thomas More than enough segmentation to pay a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent hard-on, and a real job trying to conceal it.

Whenever we were in the Sami room together, I could not stop myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the metre, and I would look 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 path, 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 I during the day were all down to aunt May's outstanding chest. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the daughter at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, but I couldn't help it.

By Wednesday it had become unbearable - for both of us, I guess. When uncle Vince had gone into Ithiel 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 deal about of the time because there was nix else to do at their mansion, apart from go on a higher floor for a wank. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your room for a second. I'm going to send something to your telephone set. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but rum, I got up and went upstairs. A few minutes later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my earpiece began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. auntie May had sent me seven selfies she must have just taken in the toilet mirror. In the first off, she was just smiling straight at the photographic camera on her phone. In the indorsement, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous breast were attempting to escape over the top of the cups. In the third base, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so immense, they sagged a little, but holy shit ! They were awesome ! In the fourth and fifth, she was standing sideways at different slant. In the sixth, she held both weaponry in the air above her head, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her massive nipple 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 head teacher was spinning. What the nooky ! I couldn't aid myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully hard cock. Looking at the pic, my wank probably lasted less than a mo before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some commode paper and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn't daring go downstairs again and face aunty 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 fish and check and scraps all one shot. I felt like my side 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 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 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 face a bit reddened lad. Never mind, 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 irony of his commentary if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The eventide sat in battlefront 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 pictures of aunt May's awe-inspiring tits, imagining how they would look and sense in the flesh.

The next morning, uncle Vince was back at work, so auntie May got us all up early for a ‘ proper breakfast'before he went. Once he'd gone, she asked me to help with wash and drying the plateful.

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

I felt my impertinence 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 rule. I'm flattered. I thought the pictures of me would serve, you know, whenever you feel the need to knock one out."

I was dying.

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

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

We worked in silence for a pair of minutes, her wash and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could lam. But she wasn't done yet, and the job was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the view down her segmentation. Her rubbing movement as she washed the plates, one shot and round, made those tremendous tits joggle and sway, 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 beginning of an erection as aunty May's tit continued to wiggle and sway in my peripheral imaginativeness. I swallowed toilsome and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry photographic plate in my handwriting.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too hard. 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 bowl, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her mamilla leap around to a greater extent than ever.

"This is a severely one,"she announced."It needs a right estimable rubbing."

I'm sure she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erection grew any stiffer I was going to meet 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 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 exculpation to go to my room.

In the safety device of my bedroom, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the chest of draws, and began masturbating as I stared at aunty 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 delineation of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her joystick her principal around my bedroom threshold. I dropped the sound, and turned my back, fumbling to pull up my blue jean.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my arms away as I tried to cover up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to wilt in disgrace. Several prompt strokes put that right field. The feel of her finger curled around my turncock was just the best thing ever, gripping firmly but not too loaded, 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 very much better when someone else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just pretermit your dungaree 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 cock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. aunt May's hired man worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several squirt of cum highschool into the air, much to her delight and entertainment."Ooh, you youth'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, gracious ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get ready to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same prison term. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was legal - just - because I was sixteen ; but my mum and dad would pop us both, and especially aunt May, if they ever found out what she'd done to me. But it had felt dumbfound. 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 ?

auntie May spent the rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if nil had happened. I found any effort at conversation very hard at first, 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 see 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 dayspring. The was no point in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The following morning, I listened to the sound of breakfast activeness 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 ‘ have a lie-in'her code for ‘ arrest in bad and I'll give you a hand job after your uncle Vince has gone to process'? 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 forepart 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 hand'this sunup, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

I was stuck for word of honor and just shook my caput, which was no assist at all."Have you knocked one out already ?"I shook my question again, blushing at her directness.

"Good !"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 mammilla 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 look and exercising weight of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all quaternion, so that her enormous boob hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her immense teat, loving their gracelessness in my mouth. Aunt May was cooing with delight too. She shifted to one slope of me but kept her tits in my case as I continued to suck and squeeze them.

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

After a few minutes, she moved her tits away from my face. What she did next blew my thinker. Before I realised what was happening, she had hang forward and was sucking my dick !

It felt incredible. I don't experience how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minute of arc sucking and licking and nibbling ; her forefront 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 heaven ! This was paradise on earth.

I never wanted it to discontinue, but desperately wanted to cum at the same time. 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 sensations took over. She was wanking me like crazy, with her rima oris clamped over the head of my tool, 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 current of spurts, and aunt May didn't stop sucking until I was done.

She sat up, and licked her mouth, beaming at me as common."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 morning started the same way, but after she had been sucking my turncock for a while, she stood up and stripped off the residue of her clothes. She had a snap soma for person 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 fingerbreadth between her stage. 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 safe. She laid beside me and taught me how to thumb her and stroke her button. Then she let me suck her tit at the same time, as she gently rubbed my painfully knockout cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to groan and squirm a little. Her middle 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 backbreaking.

"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 very much fun as mortal 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.

"semen on,"she said, motioning with her headway."Your turn now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

Holy nookie ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her second joint 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 spell since I've had a cock in there."

I pushed carefully. That sense datum of the initial resistor, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was unbelievable. Even better than the look of her mouth on my prick. She wrapped her ramification around me and used her feet and hips to start a rocking motility, telling me to just follow her tip. Her eyes were closed. I supported my free weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her lovely side, and her enormous breast and mamilla. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her rate and I matched her. She got faster and then faster again, moaning, and squeezing my weaponry, and crying out that she was cumming again. She stopped and relaxed for a few second."Well, that was an unexpected bonus,"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 slow stride 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 pecker 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 tit bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew stronger and stronger, and more and more speedy until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my shaft. There is no impression in the world quite like that. It felt awesome. For some bizarre reason, I felt the demand to count every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the cobbler's last four were progressively weaker and weaker. I had just squirted xii loads of cum into my auntie May ! I felt insanely majestic of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my backrest, with a vast suspiration of satisfied relief, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and grave, 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 times every day, while uncle Vince was at work. aunty May was exhausted. She couldn't keep back up with me, and at times, 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 side, and in her rima oris. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would shoot, and how much of it there was. She showed me every position she could think of and teach me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was instill that I was such a quick learner.

I decided I was going to stick with aunt May and uncle Vince every probability I could after that, and she said that when the time came, I could lend oneself to their local university for my degree and she would be delighted to ingest me quell there for the continuance. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to interest about me living away from abode on my own.

I suddenly found a have it off motivation to study harder than ever before. I was going to do whatever it took to get into that university and go and populate with my aunt May for three hale years. Sex on tap ! I couldn't waiting.

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

For the next two years, every recess from college imply time staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could negociate it. In the meantime, between visit, aunt May and I had a little arrangement ; when we were both abode 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 process as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a modest two-bedroomed street household. I moved in. Officially, the pocket-sized bedroom 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 people like me round here. volition May come with me ? Will I want her to ? Who knows ? How could we explain it to the rest of the household if she did ? For now, I'm just happy that I'm getting shagged senseless at least once a day. The secrecy just adds to the quiver of it .