My Naughty Aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. well, typical in the sense that I could sometimes get a hard-on from the palpitation of riding a bus, but maybe not entirely distinctive when it came to chatting-up daughter. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a girl I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made life desperately unjust because, of form, 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 sword lily wanking doesn't really clear 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 16, it got decidedly worse. That east wind, my parents had won a holiday for two for a hebdomad, during the school holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and stay 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 boring 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 driving to their house, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topic of school, music and little girl : shoal was okay ; I liked the lot everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a lady friend, but yes, I was into female child. Yes, he actually asked me that !

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

Uncle Vince and Aunt May were in their late 1930s. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new light. She was a very fine-looking woman, with the most enormous tits I had ever seen in existent life. She wore tops that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than enough segmentation to give a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erecting, and a existent problem trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same room together, I could not stop myself staring at her tit. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would appear 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 wank. Sometimes two. And then of course, 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 spectacular chest of drawers. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrongly, but I couldn't help it.

By Wed 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 hand almost of the fourth dimension because there was nothing else to do at their house, apart from go upstairs for a jerking off. 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 sound. 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 phone began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. auntie May had sent me seven selfies she must have got just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the showtime, she was just smiling straight at the photographic camera on her phone. In the sec, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her tremendous nipple were attempting to escape over the top of the loving cup. In the thirdly, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so immense, they sagged a little, but holy shit ! They were awful ! In the fourth and fifth, she was standing sideways at different angles. In the sixth, she held both implements of war in the air above her pass, which pulled her pap upwards, so that her massive nipple were pointing heterosexual person at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her tits hung down, and she was still looking at the television camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My fountainhead was spinning. What the shag ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my blue jean and released my already painfully gruelling cock. Looking at the pictures, my jacking off probably lasted less than a minute before I shot my lading all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some toilet composition and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn't dare 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 store and we had Pisces and chip shot and scraps all round. I felt like my fount was burning when I walked into the kitchen. aunt May beamed at me and asked,"How are you feeling now. Better for that ?"

"wagerer for what ?"asked uncle Vince over his articulatio humeri as he sorted out the portions onto plates.

"Oh, it's zip, 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 scintillation in her eyes.

I just nodded. Uncle Vince looked over."You do seem a bit flushed 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 comment if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The eventide sat in front man 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 auntie May's awesome breast, imagining how they would count and palpate in the flesh.

The next break of the day, uncle Vince was back at work, so aunt May got us all up early for a ‘ right breakfast'before he went. Once he'd gone, she asked me to avail with laundry and drying the plates.

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

I felt my cheeks flush as I nodded. I was too stymie to speak.

"At your age, it's only lifelike, 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 help, you know, whenever you feel the motivation to knock one out."

I was dying.

"Of grade,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my agony."pictorial matter are never a couple for the real thing, but all in good time."

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

We worked in quiet for a couple of minutes, her wash and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could run. But she wasn't done yet, and the problem was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the eyeshot down her cleavage. Her rubbing gesture as she washed the plates, round of golf and one shot, made those enormous tits joggle and sway, and it might have been my mental imagery, but was her top a little more revealing than usual ?

Despite my excruciating overplus, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an hard-on as auntie May's tits continued to jiggle and sway in my peripheral vision. I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry collection plate in my hand.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too hard. depart the radiation 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 roll, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her tits bounce around more than ever.

"This is a punishing one,"she announced."It needs a proper good rubbing."

I'm trusted 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 level in my jean, but to no avail.

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

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

In the prophylactic of my bedroom, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the chest of drawers of standoff, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May sitting on my phone.

"Can I return you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a heart flak ! I was so engrossed in my pictures of auntie May, I hadn't noticed her stick her head around my bedroom doorway. I dropped the phone, and turned my back, fumbling to pull up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her implements of war wrapped around me. She pulled my blazon away as I tried to underwrite up, and grabbed my peter, which was beginning to wilt in shame. Several ready apoplexy put that right field. 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 intimately than doing it myself. I was iron-hard again in seconds.

But she was my auntie ! 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 drop 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 mammilla as they jiggled and bounced beneath my regard. Before long, my cock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. auntie May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot various spirt of cum high into the air, much to her delight and amusement."Ooh, you Whitney Young'uns cum with such enthusiasm, don't you ? And there's so practically 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, courteous ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get make to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same time. I knew it was ill-timed. 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 block 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 difficult at first of all, 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 await 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 sunup. The was no percentage point in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The following morning time, I listened to the sounds 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 aunt May's program line to ‘ give a lie-in'her code for ‘ hitch 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. As soon as the front door had closed, I heard auntie May coming upstairs. My warmness leapt. I could find 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 mitt'this morning time, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

I was stuck for Holy Writ and just shook my head teacher, which was no help at all."Have you knocked one out already ?"I shook my headway again, blushing at her directness.

"goodness !"she beamed and pulled the comfort 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 strong, and so heavy ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the flavour and weight of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all fours, so that her enormous breast hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge nipples, loving their gracelessness in my mouth. Aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one side of me but kept her mammilla in my typeface as I continued to suck and squeeze them.

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

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

It felt incredible. I don't make out how I didn't cum instantly. She spent various instant 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 tongue before sucking and bobbing again. I was in nirvana ! This was promised land on earth.

I never wanted it to intercept, 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 looney, with her sass clamped over the forefront 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 long stream of spurts, and aunt May didn't point sucking until I was done.

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

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

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

The following sunrise started the same way, but after she had been sucking my hammer for a while, she stood up and stripped off the relaxation of her wearing apparel. She had a cracking figure for someone 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 digit 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 skilful. She laid beside me and taught me how to finger her and stroke her button. Then she let me suck her tit at the Lapplander fourth dimension, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and squirm a niggling. Her heart 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 arduous.

"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.

"Come on,"she said, motioning with her head."Your tour now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

sanctum piece of tail ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her thigh 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 spell since I've had a cock in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial opposition, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was incredible. Even in force than the spirit of her lip on my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her animal foot and articulatio coxae to start a rocking motion, telling me to just follow her trail. Her centre were closed. I supported my weightiness on my limb and looked down at her ; her lovely facial expression, and her tremendous tit and nipples. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her yard 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 turn, now. Just go as fast as you like until you've cum too."

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

"Oh, that's it Kevin. proceed going. Cum in your aunty May. Cum for me, Kevin."

I humped her for all I was worth. Her bosom bounced like mad. The throbbing hotshot grew stronger and stronger, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no intuitive feeling in the world quite like that. It felt awesome. For some bizarre reason, I felt the pauperism to look every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and weaker. I had just squirted twelve warhead 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 live up to rest period, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and grave, but impossibly commodity. 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 clip every day, while uncle Vince was at piece of work. auntie May was exhausted. She couldn't proceed up with me, and at prison term, she was felicitous 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 backtalk. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would shoot, and how a great deal 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 affect that I was such a prompt learner.

I decided I was going to stay with aunty May and uncle Vince every chance I could after that, and she said that when the time came, I could apply to their local university for my level and she would be delighted to hold me outride there for the duration. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to worry about me living away from home on my own.

I suddenly found a eff need to hit the books voiceless 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 solid geezerhood. Sex on tap ! I couldn't waiting.

It was only after I had returned home base from that holiday that I realised thing weren't commodity between my aunt and uncle. I recalled her remark about how niggling sex she was getting. She must make felt as frustrated as me.

For the side by side two years, every break from college meant sentence staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the lag, between visits, aunt May and I had a short arrangement ; when we were both home 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 commencement of the first-class honours degree term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to work as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a small two-bedroomed street star sign. I moved in. Officially, the small chamber is mine, and I have all my hooey in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a brace. In arcanum of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for people like me round here. Will May issue forth with me ? Will I require her to ? Who knows ? How could we explicate it to the rest of the family if she did ? For now, I'm just happy that I'm getting shag senseless at least once a day. The secrecy just adds to the thrill of it .