My Naughty Aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed stripling, I suppose. well, distinctive in the sentiency that I could sometimes get a erection from the vibration of riding a bus, but maybe not entirely distinctive when it came to chatting-up fille. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a girl I fancied even if my animation depended on it.

Which made life desperately unfair because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a fix 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 urinate you go blind, or I would probably have lost my plenty before my fourteenth natal day. It was a very frustrating catamenia in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly worse. That easter, my parents had won a vacation for two for a week, during the school holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and ride out with her baby ; my aunt May. May and her married man 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 accumulate me in the car, on the morning 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 clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topics of school, music and girl : schooltime was okay ; I liked the bands everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a lady friend, but yes, I was into girlfriend. 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 untried man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and auntie May were in their late thirties. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at XVI, I saw her in a totally new light. She was a very good-looking fair sex, with the most enormous tits I had ever seen in real life history. She wore upper side that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than enough cleavage to give a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real problem trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same room together, I could not lay off myself staring at her nipple. I know she caught me looking all the clock time, and I would look away, and palpate 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 I during the day were all down to aunt May's spectacular thorax. 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 midweek it had become unendurable - 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 most of the time because there was nothing else to do at their house, apart from go up the stairs for a jacking off. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your room for a moment. I'm going to get off something to your phone. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but singular, I got up and went upstairs. A few moment later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my telephone 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 1st, she was just smiling straight at the photographic camera on her phone. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous bosom were attempting to break away over the top of the cups. In the tierce, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so vast, they sagged a lilliputian, but holy place shit ! They were awesome ! In the twenty-five percent and fifth, she was standing sideways at dissimilar angles. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her oral sex, which pulled her titmouse upwards, so that her massive pap were pointing straight at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her teat hung down, and she was still looking at the photographic camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My headway was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't service myself ; I unzipped my blue jean and released my already painfully hard cock. Looking at the pictures, my wank probably lasted less than a minute before I shot my freight all over the carpeting. I hurried to the bathroom for some toilette theme 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 french fries and food waste all unit of ammunition. I felt like my face 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 shoulder as he sorted out the luck onto plates.

"Oh, it's nix, really,"replied aunt May."Kevin wasn't feeling too proficient 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 flushed lad. Never idea, 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 receive laughed at the irony of his gossip if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The even 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 scene of aunt May's awe-inspiring mamilla, imagining how they would calculate and experience in the flesh.

The future cockcrow, uncle Vince was back at workplace, 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 slope by position, she looked up at me, and nudged me with her elbow joint."Do you like the photo, then ?"

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

"At your age, it's only natural, and I know it must be unmanageable for you not to stare, so I don't mind. I understand. I know why you go up your way now and then, too. It's perfectly pattern. I'm flattered. I thought the pictures of me would help, 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 lucifer for the real thing, but all in unspoiled time."

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

We worked in muteness for a pair of arcminute, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could get out. 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 move as she washed the shell, round and round, made those enormous tits jiggle and sway, and it might deliver been my imagination, but was her top a little more revealing than usual ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an hard-on as aunt May's tits continued to jiggle and rock in my computer peripheral visual sensation. I swallowed surd and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the rule off the bone-dry plate in my hand.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too punishing. Leave the shape 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 pap bounce around more than ever.

"This is a grueling one,"she announced."It needs a proper unspoiled rubbing."

I'm sure she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erection grew any stiffer I was going to suffer an hurt. I squirmed as inconspicuously as I could, to try to get some relief from the ever-increasing pressure in my jean, 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 hr ago, but I needed to escape, and aunt May knew it. I was embarrassed, but grateful for the excuse to go to my room.

In the base hit of my bedroom, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the chest of draws, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May posing on my phone.

"Can I render you a deal with that ?"I nearly had a nub attempt ! I was so engrossed in my pictures of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her marijuana cigarette her point around my bedroom door. I dropped the earpiece, and turned my back, fumbling to displume up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my weapon away as I tried to cut across up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to droop in pity. several quick stroking put that rightfulness. The feel of her finger curled around my stopcock 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 safe than doing it myself. I was iron-hard again in seconds.

But she was my aunt ! I couldn't movement or speak. I didn't know what to do.

"There you go, love. It's practically better when someone else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just drop your denim 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 regard. Before long, my cock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's mitt worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurts of cum high up into the air, much to her delight and amusement."Ooh, you untried'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, courteous ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get ready to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the Lapplander sentence. I knew it was damage. I mean, it was legal - just - because I was sixteen ; but my mum and dad would kill us both, and especially aunty May, if they ever found out what she'd done to me. But it had felt stick. I knew I shouldn't let her do it again, but I desperately wanted her to, and realised I probably wouldn't blockade her if she tried. But would she ?

Aunt May spent the repose of the day chattering away as formula, as if nothing had happened. I found any effort at conversation very difficult at maiden, 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 calculate at uncle Vince all evening.

When I announced I was going to bed, auntie May told me I could sustain 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, I listened to the auditory sensation of breakfast activity downstairs, but made no attempt to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ good morning Wood'and desperately needed a wank. I was confused. Should I have one as common ? Or was auntie May's instruction to ‘ have a lie-in'her code for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a wank after your uncle Vince has gone to wreak'? Maybe I just kidding myself. Probably. But what if I wasn't ?

My erection had worn off by the meter I heard uncle Vince parting. As soon as the front door had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could finger it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my elbow 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 morning, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

I was stuck for run-in and just shook my principal, 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 nipple to me."Go on,"she encouraged me."I know you want to !"

Hesitantly, I reached out and felt them. They were so big and sonant and warm, and so dense ! 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 font. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge pap, loving their gracelessness in my mouth. Aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one English of me but kept her breast in my brass as I continued to blow and squeeze them.

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

After a few mo, she moved her tits away from my human face. 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 get it on how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her head bobbing ; and then she'd use her workforce, 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 ground.

I never wanted it to stop, but desperately wanted to cum at the same metre. 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 sass clamped over the head 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 aunty May didn't diaphragm sucking until I was done.

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

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

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

The next morning started the same way, but after she had been sucking my prick for a while, she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She had a break 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 fingers between her legs. 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 good. She laid beside me and learn me how to finger her and stroke her button. Then she let me suck her nipples at the Sami time, as she gently rubbed my painfully knockout cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to groan and squirm a piddling. Her eyes 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 individual else doing it for you, is it ?"

I grinned back at her, proud of myself. I'd just made my aunty May cum. How poise 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 nous."Your turn now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

holy place ass ! 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 turncock in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial resistance, then suddenly gliding into her quick wetness, was incredible. Even proficient than the feel of her mouth on my hammer. She wrapped her peg around me and used her feet and hips to take up a rocking apparent movement, telling me to just come her lead. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her lovely face, 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 branch, 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 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 monolithic tits bouncing about beneath me, and my cock began throbbing. I moaned with pleasure.

"Oh, that's it Kevin. hold 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 secure, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt flow after flow of cum pumping out of my dick. There is no intuitive feeling in the globe quite like that. It felt awesome. For some flaky reason, I felt the need to count every spurt. There was XII of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and weaker. I had just squirted twelve loads of cum into my aunt May ! I felt insanely majestic of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my backrest, with a huge sigh of slaked fill-in, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and grievous, but impossibly proficient. 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 workplace. 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 tits, on her nerve, and in her lip. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would shoot, and how a lot of it there was. She showed me every post she could recall of and teach 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 aunt May and uncle Vince every fortune I could after that, and she said that when the meter came, I could hold to their local university for my degree and she would be delighted to possess me stay there for the continuance. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to interest about me living away from dwelling on my own.

I suddenly found a love motive to learn severe 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 vacation that I realised affair weren't good between my auntie and uncle. I recalled her comments about how little sex she was getting. She must have felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two long time, every rift from college think of time staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the meantime, between visits, aunt May and I had a trivial organisation ; 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 get-go of the first off term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to ferment as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a small two-bedroomed street sign of the zodiac. I moved in. Officially, the modest 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. Will May get with me ? Will I desire her to ? Who knows ? How could we excuse it to the ease of the kinsperson if she did ? For now, I'm just well-chosen that I'm getting shaggy senseless at to the lowest degree once a day. The secrecy just adds to the thrill of it .