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 quiver of riding a bus, but maybe not entirely distinctive when it came to chatting-up girls. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a girl I fancied even if my life-time depended on it.

Which made life desperately unfair because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a cakehole in it when I was in my teens, just like every other lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm sword lily wanking doesn't really fix you go blind, or I would probably deliver lost my mountain before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating menses in my life.

When I was xvi, it got decidedly sorry. That Easter, my parents had won a vacation for two for a workweek, during the school holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and outride with her sister ; my aunty 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 irksome calendar week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to pick up me in the car, on the forenoon my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent drive to their house, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clew what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topics of school, euphony and girls : school was okay ; I liked the bands everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a lady friend, but yes, I was into daughter. 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 young man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and auntie May were in their late 30. I could remember aunty 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 enormous mamilla I had ever seen in real number life. She wore tops that weren't exactly revealing but showed Thomas More than plenty cleavage to give a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent hard-on, and a very problem trying to veil it.

Whenever we were in the same elbow room together, I could not hold back myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the metre, and I would front 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 form, there was the obligatory one at bedtime, and the number one 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 spectacular dresser. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at shoal, 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 aunt May caught me looking yet again, she said,"You've got an iPhone there, haven't you ?"

It was permanently attached to my helping hand well-nigh of the clock time because there was zippo else to do at their sign, apart from go upstairs for a wank. I nodded, trying not to gaze at her segmentation too obviously.

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

I could not think what I was looking at. Aunt May had sent me seven selfies she must have just taken in the lavatory mirror. In the starting time, she was just smiling straight at the camera on her earpiece. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous tits were attempting to run away over the top of the cup. In the tierce, she had taken her bra off. Her boob were so huge, they sagged a little, but holy place shit ! They were awesome ! In the fourth and fifth, she was standing sideways at different angles. In the one-sixth, she held both implements of war in the air above her nous, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her massive nipples were pointing straight person at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her tit hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My psyche was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my jean and released my already painfully voiceless prick. Looking at the delineation, my wank probably lasted lupus erythematosus than a minute of arc before I shot my encumbrance all over the carpet. I hurried to the privy for some toilet report 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 chip shop and we had Fish and chips and scraps all round of drinks. 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 ?"

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

"Oh, it's zilch, really,"replied aunt May."Kevin wasn't feeling too near earlier, so he went to his room for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling often 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 expect a bit red-faced 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 take laughed at the irony of his comment if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The evening sat in front 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 image of auntie May's awesome tits, imagining how they would attend and feel in the flesh.

The adjacent break of day, 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 home.

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

I felt my brass prime as I nodded. I was too blockade to speak.

"At your age, it's only natural, and I know it must be difficult for you not to gaze, so I don't thinker. I understand. I know why you go up your room now and then, too. It's perfectly normal. I'm flattered. I thought the pictures of me would help, you know, whenever you feel the motivation to knock one out."

I was dying.

"Of class,"she continued, seemingly unmindful to my curse."characterisation are never a match for the tangible affair, but all in unspoiled time."

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

We worked in muteness for a couple of minutes, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could escape. But she wasn't done yet, and the job was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the sentiment down her cleavage. Her rubbing gesture as she washed the plateful, round and stave, made those enormous knocker joggle and sway, and it might have been my imagination, but was her top a little more revealing than usual ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the first of an erection as auntie May's boob continued to jiggle and sway in my peripheral vision. I swallowed toilsome and tried to decoct on scrubbing the form off the bone-dry plate in my hand.

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

"This is a concentrated one,"she announced."It needs a proper 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 relief 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 bulwark."Go and have a repose before we go into town,"she suggested.

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

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

"Can I return you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a heart attack ! I was so engrossed in my pictorial matter of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her stick her head around my chamber doorway. I dropped the phone, and turned my backrest, fumbling to overstretch up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her munition wrapped around me. She pulled my branch away as I tried to cover up, and grabbed my prick, which was beginning to wilt in shame. respective quick separatrix put that right. The feel of her fingers curled around my cock was just the honorable thing ever, gripping firmly but not too cockeyed, vigourously pumping up and down ,. No-one had ever touched me like that before, and it felt so much well 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 much better when someone else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just send packing your blue 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 helping hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurts of cum richly 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, nice ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get cook to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the Lapp fourth dimension. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was sound - just - because I was XVI ; 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 bewilder. 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 residue of the day chattering away as convention, as if zip had happened. I found any attempt at conversation very difficult 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 dare ask. I could barely look at uncle Vince all evening.

When I announced I was going to bed, aunty 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 take after morning, I listened to the strait of breakfast natural process 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 aunty May's instruction to ‘ ingest a lie-in'her computer code 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 erection had worn off by the time I heard uncle Vince leave-taking. As soon as the battlefront door had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My pump leapt. I could feel it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my room without knock, 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 Writ and just shook my heading, which was no help at all."Have you knocked one out already ?"I shook my head 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 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 diffuse 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 tits hovered above my look. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge teat, loving their stiffness in my mouth. Aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one side of me but kept her titmouse in my side as I continued to suck and squeeze them.

Her hired man 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 judgment. Before I realised what was happening, she had flex forward and was sucking my cock !

It felt unbelievable. I don't know how I didn't cum instantly. She spent various bit sucking and licking and nibbling ; her top dog 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 heaven on earth.

I never wanted it to stop, 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 center 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 backtalk clamped over the foreland of my cock, sucking severe 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 watercourse of spirt, and aunt May didn't full stop 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."seminal fluid on. Time to get up. I'll get your breakfast."

The next forenoon started the Lapp way, but after she had been sucking my cock for a spell, she stood up and stripped off the rest of her wearing apparel. She had a cracking figure for someone nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as just shape.

Aunt May stood near the bed, and took my helping hand, putting my finger's breadth 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 instruct me how to feel her and stroke her clitoris. Then she let me suck her nipple at the same time, as she gently rubbed my painfully severe prick.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to groan and squirm a little. Her eyes were closed, and her rose hip 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 soul else doing it for you, is it ?"

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

"seed on,"she said, motioning with her chief."Your turn now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

holy place nooky ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her thighs 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 cock in there."

I pushed carefully. That esthesis of the initial electric resistance, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was incredible. Even bettor than the smell of her mouth on my cock. She wrapped her leg around me and used her metrical foot and rosehip to start a rocking motion, telling me to just follow her lead. Her eyes were closed. I supported my system of weights on my arms and looked down at her ; her lovely grimace, 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 arms, and crying out that she was cumming again. She stopped and relaxed for a few moments."Well, that was an unexpected bonus,"she beamed up at me."Definitely your tour, 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 titty 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 Charles Frederick Worth. Her mammilla bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew unattackable and impregnable, and to a greater extent and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt flow after current of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no feeling in the domain quite like that. It felt awesome. For some bizarre reason, I felt the need to numerate every squirt. There was twelve of them, although the concluding four were progressively weaker and debile. I had just squirted twelve loads of cum into my auntie May ! I felt insanely proud of myself.

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

I only had a few sidereal day holiday left, but we shagged five or six times every day, while uncle Vince was at piece of work. Aunt May was exhausted. She couldn't prevent 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 face, and in her sassing. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would dart, and how a lot of it there was. She showed me every position she could think of and taught me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was impressed that I was such a quick learner.

I decided I was going to stay with auntie May and uncle Vince every chance I could after that, and she said that when the time came, I could lend oneself to their local anesthetic university for my degree and she would be delighted to accept me stay there for the length. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to occupy about me living away from home on my own.

I suddenly found a cognize motive 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 whole years. 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 trade good between my auntie and uncle. I recalled her comment about how little sex she was getting. She must experience felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two years, every break from college think prison term staying with aunty May and having sex as often as we could contend it. In the meantime, between visits, aunt May and I had a little arrangement ; when we were both home plate alone, we would facetime each early, au naturel, and get ourselves off watching each former and talking dirty.

I got accepted into the university near her, but by the beginning of the outset full term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to operate as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a small two-bedroomed street house. I moved in. Officially, the pocket-sized bedroom is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In burden, we have become a match. 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 explicate it to the rest of the household if she did ? For now, I'm just happy that I'm getting shaggy senseless at least once a day. The privateness just adds to the thrill of it .