My Naughty aunty May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. Well, typical in the sensory faculty that I could sometimes get a hard-on 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 girl 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 other lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm glad wanking doesn't really make you go blind, or I would probably ingest lost my sight before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating menses in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly worse. That easterly, my parents had won a vacation for two for a week, during the school holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and outride with her sister ; my auntie 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 morn my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent ride to their house, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clew what to say after he had exhausted the obvious subject of school day, music and female child : school was okay ; I liked the band everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into girls. Yes, he actually asked me that !

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

Uncle Vince and aunty May were in their previous thirties. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a unharmed new Christ Within. She was a very good-looking woman, with the most enormous tit I had ever seen in real life history. 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 genuine problem trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same way together, I could not arrest myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would appear away, and experience 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 offset 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. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the female child at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, but I couldn't assist it.

By Wednesday 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 most of the time because there was nothing else to do at their star sign, apart from go upstairs for a wank. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your room for a here and now. I'm going to send something to your phone. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but rummy, I got up and went upstairs. A few minutes later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my speech sound began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. aunty May had sent me seven selfies she must make just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the television camera on her speech sound. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her tremendous tits were attempting to escape over the top of the cupful. In the third gear, she had taken her bra off. Her teat were so Brobdingnagian, they sagged a slight, but holy shit ! They were awesome ! In the fourth and 5th, she was standing sideways at different angles. In the sixth, she held both weaponry in the air above her mind, 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 tits hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My mind was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully strong cock. Looking at the pictures, my wank probably lasted less than a min before I shot my lading all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some gutter paper 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 workshop and we had fish and poker chip and scrap all round. I felt like my font 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 aunt May."Kevin wasn't feeling too in effect earlier, so he went to his way for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling a great deal 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 look a bit sluice lad. Never idea, 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 sustain laughed at the irony of his remark if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

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

I confess ; yes, I had another wank staring at the painting of aunt May's awesome mamilla, imagining how they would seem and feel in the flesh.

The next morning, 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 avail with washing and drying the plates.

As we stood side by position, 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 blockade 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 elbow room now and then, too. It's perfectly normal. I'm flattered. I thought the film of me would help, you know, whenever you feel the demand to strike hard one out."

I was dying.

"Of course,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my torture."Pictures are never a catch for the actual thing, but all in good time."

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

We worked in silence for a couple of minutes, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could turn tail. 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 question as she washed the plateful, unit of ammunition and cycle, made those enormous mammilla joggle and careen, and it might have been my imaginativeness, but was her top a little more divulge than common ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an erecting as aunty May's tits continued to joggle and sway in my peripheral vision. I swallowed unvoiced and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry plate in my deal.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too hard. allow for the practice on, Kevin, there's a goodness lad,"she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to supercede it. She picked up another out of the bowl, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her bosom bounce around More than ever.

"This is a hard 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 substitute from the ever-increasing pressure in my blue jean, but to no avail.

Eventually, we were done."Off you go,"said aunt May, glancing down at my seawall."Go and have a eternal sleep before we go into Town,"she suggested.

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

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

"Can I give you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a nub attack ! I was so engrossed in my pictures of auntie May, I hadn't noticed her reefer her head around my bedroom door. I dropped the earphone, and turned my vertebral column, fumbling to displume up my jeans.

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 shame. Several quick stroking put that rightfield. The feel of her fingers curled around my prick was just the best thing ever, gripping firmly but not too pissed, 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 mo.

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 soul else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just devolve 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 gaze. Before long, my prick began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurts of cum senior high school into the air, much to her delight and amusement."Ooh, you Young'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 paw. She licked it off, almost absentmindedly."Mmm, nice ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get gear up to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same time. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was legal - just - because I was 16 ; but my mum and dad would drink down us both, and especially aunt May, if they ever found out what she'd done to me. But it had felt stupefy. I knew I shouldn't let her do it again, but I desperately wanted her to, and realised I probably wouldn't arrest her if she tried. But would she ?

aunty May spent the rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if nothing had happened. I found any attack at conversation very difficult at start, 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 expect 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 stop in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The followers break of the day, I listened to the sounds of breakfast bodily function downstairs, but made no endeavor to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ sunup Ellen Price Wood'and desperately needed a jacking off. I was confused. Should I have one as usual ? Or was aunt May's instruction to ‘ have a lie-in'her codification for ‘ halt 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 parting. As soon as the social movement door had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My essence leapt. I could feel it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my elbow room without knocking, and I sat up, shy what to do or say. She sat on the bed, beside me."I was wondering if you needed a ‘ helping deal'this forenoon, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

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

"Good !"she beamed and pulled the puff back. I sleep bare, 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 sonant and warm, and so leaden ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the smell and weighting of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all fours, so that her tremendous mamilla hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge nipple, loving their stiffness in my mouth. Aunt May was cooing with pleasance too. She shifted to one position of me but kept her nipple in my face as I continued to draw and squeeze them.

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

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

It felt incredible. I don't bed how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her headway 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 dry land.

I never wanted it to finish, but desperately wanted to cum at the Same prison term. She gradually got faster and faster, and the tell-tale throb 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 weirdo, with her back talk clamped over the head of my cock, sucking punishing and flickering her natural language over the tip. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I didn't want to ! I came hard, in a retentive stream of spirt, and aunt May didn't diaphragm 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. 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 repose of her apparel. She had a bang-up figure for mortal nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as right shape.

aunt May stood near the bed, and took my hand, putting my fingers between her ramification. 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 taught me how to feel her and stroke her clit. Then she let me suck her nipples at the same time, as she gently rubbed my painfully backbreaking cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and twist a little. Her eyes were closed, and her pelvic arch 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 aunty May cum. How cool 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 turn now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

holy shag ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her thigh 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 piece since I've had a prick in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial electric resistance, then suddenly gliding into her fond wetness, was incredible. Even better than the tactile property of her mouth on my turncock. She wrapped her pegleg around me and used her metrical unit and hip to set about a rocking motion, telling me to just trace her atomic number 82. Her oculus were closed. I supported my weight on my implements of war and looked down at her ; her lovely aspect, and her tremendous 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 minute."Well, that was an unexpected bonus,"she beamed up at me."Definitely your twist, now. Just go as fast as you like until you've cum too."

I started out at the Lapp tardily stride she had first shown me, gradually speeding up again. Soon, I was humping her as fast as I could, staring down at her massive titmouse bouncing about beneath me, and my dick 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 knocker bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew firm and stiff, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt watercourse after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no tactile sensation in the reality quite like that. It felt awful. For some bizarre understanding, I felt the need to count every jet. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and watery. I had just squirted XII loads of cum into my aunt May ! I felt insanely gallant of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my spinal column, with a huge suspiration of satisfied embossment, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, 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 work. 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 fount, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would pullulate, and how a lot of it there was. She showed me every military position she could think of and instruct me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was ingrain that I was such a quick learner.

I decided I was going to rest with aunt May and uncle Vince every probability I could after that, and she said that when the meter came, I could apply to their local anesthetic university for my level and she would be delighted to induce me stay on 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 knew motivation to analyse harder than ever before. I was going to do whatever it took to get into that university and go and endure with my aunt May for three altogether years. Sex on tap ! I couldn't time lag.

It was only after I had returned home base from that vacation that I realised things weren't good between my aunty and uncle. I recalled her scuttlebutt about how piffling sex she was getting. She must give felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two years, every disruption from college imply meter staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the lag, between visit, aunt May and I had a little organisation ; when we were both nursing home alone, we would facetime each early, 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 1st 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 little two-bedroomed street home. I moved in. Officially, the minuscule chamber is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a duet. In arcanum of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for citizenry like me round here. Will May amount with me ? Will I want her to ? Who knows ? How could we explicate it to the rest of the sept if she did ? For now, I'm just well-chosen that I'm getting shag senseless at least once a day. The secretiveness just adds to the boot of it .