My Naughty Aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. Well, typical in the mother wit that I could sometimes get a erection 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 missy I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made life desperately unjust because, of class, I wanted to shag anything with a fix in it when I was in my adolescent, just like every former 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 sight before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was sixteen, 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 last out with her sister ; my aunt May. May and her hubby 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 week 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 crusade to their menage, as I sat succeeding to him, neither of us having a hint what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topic of school, medicine and girls : schoolhouse was okay ; I liked the dance band 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 into the crushing hug I received from aunty May who, predictably, couldn't believe how I had grown into such a big handsome Whitney Moore Young Jr. man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and auntie May were in their of late XXX. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new lighting. She was a very better-looking fair sex, 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 give a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a actual problem trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the Lapp room together, I could not stop myself staring at her mamilla. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would count away, and feel 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 jacking off. Sometimes two. And then of form, 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 stripling. The excess ace during the day were all down to aunt May's salient chest. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt damage, but I couldn't assistance it.

By Wednesday it had become intolerable - 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 hand most of the fourth dimension because there was nothing else to do at their house, apart from go up the stairs for a wank. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your elbow room for a minute. I'm going to broadcast something to your phone. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but rum, I got up and went upstairs. A few hour later, as I sat on my bed wait, my speech sound 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 bathroom mirror. In the foremost, she was just smiling straight at the photographic camera on her headphone. In the secondly, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous bosom were attempting to escape over the top of the cupful. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her bosom were so huge, they sagged a little, but holy diddly-shit ! They were awesome ! In the twenty-five percent and fifth, she was standing sideways at unlike Angle. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her head teacher, which pulled her mamilla upwards, so that her monolithic nipples were pointing straight at me. In the one-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 headspring was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully hard cock. Looking at the word picture, my wank probably lasted less than a minute 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 aunt May, so I stayed in my room until uncle Vince returned, and called me down for tea. He had been to the chip workshop and we had fish and chips and scraps all rhythm. I felt like my case was burning when I walked into the kitchen. Aunt 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 portions onto plates.

"Oh, it's nothing, really,"replied auntie May."Kevin wasn't feeling too dear earlier, so he went to his room for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling much sound 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 aunty 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 own laughed at the irony of his commentary if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

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

I confess ; yes, I had another wank staring at the mental picture of aunt May's awesome tits, imagining how they would look and feel in the flesh.

The next aurora, 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 laundry and drying the plates.

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

I felt my nerve flush as I nodded. I was too stymy to speak.

"At your age, it's only natural, and I know it must be hard 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 pictures of me would avail, you know, whenever you feel the need to ping one out."

I was dying.

"Of course,"she continued, seemingly unmindful to my bedevilment."scene are never a match for the real affair, but all in skilful time."

What ! ? What the fucking did ‘ all in dependable time'mean value ?

We worked in silence for a dyad of minutes, her wash 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 view down her cleavage. Her rubbing move as she washed the home base, round and round, made those enormous boob jiggle and sway, and it might have been my imagination, but was her top a little more revealing than common ?

Despite my excruciating overplus, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an erecting as auntie May's titmouse continued to joggle and carry in my peripheral vision. I swallowed hard and tried to boil down on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry plate in my deal.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too intemperate. Leave the blueprint 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 bound around more than ever.

"This is a heavily 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 hurt 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 aunt May, glancing down at my groin."Go and have a rest before we go into townspeople,"she suggested.

I wasn't tired. I'd only just got up an minute ago, but I needed to escape, and aunty May knew it. I was embarrassed, but grateful for the excuse to go to my room.

In the safety of my chamber, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the chest of standoff, and began masturbating as I stared at aunty May posing on my phone.

"Can I consecrate you a mitt with that ?"I nearly had a philia attack ! I was so engrossed in my picture of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her stick her point around my sleeping room threshold. I dropped the phone, and turned my back, fumbling to perpetrate up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my weapon system away as I tried to continue up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to droop in pity. Several quick strokes put that right. The feel of her fingers curled around my pecker was just the respectable matter ever, gripping firmly but not too blotto, vigourously pumping up and down ,. No-one had ever touched me like that before, and it felt so much practiced 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 lots beneficial when person else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just devolve 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 breast as they jiggled and bounced beneath my regard. Before long, my turncock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. aunty May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurt of cum high up into the air, much to her delight and entertainment."Ooh, you young'uns cum with such ebullience, don't you ? And there's so a good deal of it, too ! I'd forgotten."She chuckled and stood up.

Some of my cum had splashed onto her helping hand. She licked it off, almost absentmindedly."Mmm, nice ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get ready to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same time. I knew it was improper. I mean, it was legal - just - because I was XVI ; but my mum and dad would drink down us both, and especially aunty May, if they ever found out what she'd done to me. But it had felt gravel. I knew I shouldn't let her do it again, but I desperately wanted her to, and realised I probably wouldn't finish 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 effort at conversation very difficult at first, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to have it away 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, aunt May told me I could have a lie-in in the morning. The was no gunpoint in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The following dayspring, I listened to the audio of breakfast activeness downstairs, but made no effort to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ sunup wood'and desperately needed a hand job. I was confused. Should I have one as common ? Or was aunt May's didactics to ‘ have a lie-in'her code for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a hand job 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 metre I heard uncle Vince leave. As soon as the front doorway had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could experience 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 helping hand'this morning, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

I was stuck for words and just shook my foreland, which was no help 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 diffuse and affectionate, and so heavy ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the tactile property and weighting of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all fours, so that her tremendous tits hovered above my human face. I was soon licking and sucking on her Brobdingnagian nipples, loving their harshness in my sassing. Aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one slope of me but kept her tits in my face as I continued to suck and squeeze them.

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

After a few minutes, she moved her tits away from my boldness. What she did next blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had bent forward and was sucking my cock !

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

I never wanted it to give up, 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 heart and moaned. I'd been watching everything she was doing to me, but now the superstar took over. She was wanking me like loony, with her mouthpiece clamped over the question of my cock, 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 yearn stream of squirt, and aunty May didn't catch 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 second joint gently."cum on. Time to get up. I'll get your breakfast."

The next break of day started the same way, but after she had been sucking my dick for a while, she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She had a cracking number for someone nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as commodity shape.

aunty May stood near the bed, and took my handwriting, putting my finger's breadth between her legs. She was shaved, and I could see everything. She encouraged me to put a finger's breadth inside her. She was very moist, and hot. It felt good. She laid beside me and learn me how to finger her and stroke her button. Then she let me wet-nurse her nipples at the Same clip, as she gently rubbed my painfully unvoiced cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and squirm a footling. Her eye 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 much fun as someone 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 digit 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 leg. You can't do it from there."

Holy Fuck ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her thighs as fast as I could, and she reached down, guiding my putz into her."Now push slowly and gently into me. It's been a while since I've had a pecker in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial resistance, then suddenly gliding into her tender wetness, was incredible. Even better than the tone of her back talk on my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her feet and hips to take off a rocking motion, telling me to just follow her lead. Her heart were closed. I supported my weight unit on my arms and looked down at her ; her lovely expression, and her enormous tits and nipples. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her footstep 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 bit."Well, that was an unexpected bonus,"she beamed up at me."Definitely your crook, now. Just go as fast as you like until you've cum too."

I started out at the Saame wearisome 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 tits bouncing about beneath me, and my cock began throbbing. I moaned with pleasure.

"Oh, that's it Kevin. proceed 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 stronger and unattackable, and Sir Thomas More and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no flavour in the public quite like that. It felt awesome. For some bizarre reasonableness, I felt the demand to count every spirt. There was twelve of them, although the shoemaker's last four were progressively weaker and infirm. I had just squirted twelve loads of cum into my aunt May ! I felt insanely lofty of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my back, with a huge suspiration of slaked relievo, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was nutcase, and severe, 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 study. Aunt May was exhausted. She couldn't keep 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 titty, on her face, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would fool away, and how much of it there was. She showed me every position she could consider of and taught me everything she knew about how to delight her. I loved going down on her, and she was impressed that I was such a quick learner.

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

I suddenly found a knew motivation 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 aunt May for three whole years. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

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

For the next two years, every break from college meant time staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could carry off it. In the meantime, between visit, aunt May and I had a little agreement ; when we were both dwelling house alone, we would facetime each early, nude, 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 condition, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to put to work as a nursemaid, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a modest two-bedroomed street mansion. I moved in. Officially, the small sleeping room is mine, and I have all my poppycock in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a duad. 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 come with me ? Will I need her to ? Who knows ? How could we explain it to the eternal sleep of the kin if she did ? For now, I'm just felicitous that I'm getting shagged senseless at to the lowest degree once a day. The secrecy just adds to the thrill of it .