My Naughty Aunt May ( 0 )


Cum-Swallowing, First-Time, Masturbation, Oral-Sex
My Naughty auntie May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. well, distinctive in the sense that I could sometimes get a erection from the oscillation 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 young woman I fancied even if my life 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 glad wanking doesn't really get to you go blind, or I would probably have lost my sight before my fourteenth natal day. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was 16, it got decidedly worse. That easterly, my parents had won a vacation for two for a week, during the school vacation. Mum arranged for me to go and stay with her baby ; 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 oil production week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to pile up me in the car, on the morning my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent driveway to their house, as I sat side by side to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topics of schooling, euphony and fille : school was okay ; I liked the banding everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into girl. Yes, he actually asked me that !

It was a moderation, albeit an embarrassing one, to arrive into the crushing hug I received from auntie 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 aunt May were in their latterly thirties. I could recollect aunty May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new Christ Within. She was a very good-looking woman, with the most enormous breast I had ever seen in actual life. She wore summit that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than decent cleavage to give a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real trouble trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same elbow room together, I could not kibosh myself staring at her tit. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would look away, and find 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 hand job. Sometimes two. And then of trend, 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 redundant ones during the day were all down to aunt May's spectacular bureau. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, but I couldn't service 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 about of the time because there was nothing else to do at their home, 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 mo. 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 minute later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my headphone began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. Aunt May had sent me seven selfies she must accept just taken in the can mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the camera on her phone. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous tits were attempting to escape over the top of the loving cup. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her breast were so huge, they sagged a small, but holy diddly-squat ! They were awesome ! In the fourth part and fifth part, she was standing sideways at different Angle. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her head, which pulled her boob upwards, so that her massive nipples were pointing straight at me. In the one-seventh, she was bending forward, so that her teat hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My forefront was spinning. What the piece of ass ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully hard stopcock. Looking at the pictures, my wank probably lasted less than a hour before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some toilet paper and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn't daring 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 check and combat all round. 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 share onto plates.

"Oh, it's zip, really,"replied auntie May."Kevin wasn't feeling too practiced earlier, so he went to his way for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling a lot 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 red lad. Never mind, your auntie May was a nurse, you know. She knows how to sort out 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 eve 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 characterization of aunt May's awesome tits, imagining how they would look and palpate in the flesh.

The next morning, uncle Vince was back at oeuvre, so auntie May got us all up early for a ‘ proper breakfast'before he went. Once he'd gone, she asked me to help with washing and drying the plates.

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

I felt my cheeks efflorescence as I nodded. I was too embarrassed 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 brain. I understand. I know why you go up your room now and then, too. It's perfectly normal. I'm flattered. I thought the exposure of me would help, you know, whenever you feel the pauperism to knock one out."

I was dying.

"Of course,"she continued, seemingly unmindful to my torture."mental picture are never a couple for the genuine matter, but all in good time."

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

We worked in silence for a couple of bit, her washables and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could run away. 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 movement as she washed the plates, rhythm and round, made those enormous nipple jiggle and careen, and it might suffer been my imaginativeness, but was her top a little more revealing than common ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the outset of an erection as aunt May's tits continued to wiggle and sway in my peripheral vision. I swallowed tough and tried to centralize on scrubbing the rule off the bone-dry photographic plate in my script.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too hard. Leave the figure on, Kevin, there's a practiced lad,"she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to replace it. She picked up another out of the stadium, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her mammilla bounce around more than ever.

"This is a severe one,"she announced."It needs a right good rubbing."

I'm sure she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erection grew any stiffer I was going to suffer an accidental injury. I squirmed as inconspicuously as I could, to try to get some rest from the ever-increasing insistence in my blue jean, but to no avail.

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

I wasn't tired. I'd only just got up an 60 minutes 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 safety of my chamber, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the dresser of draws, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May posing on my phone.

"Can I give you a deal with that ?"I nearly had a heart fire ! I was so engrossed in my depiction of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her stick her principal around my bedroom threshold. I dropped the phone, and turned my back, fumbling to pull up up my jean.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her munition wrapped around me. She pulled my sleeve away as I tried to cover up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to droop in pity. Several quick apoplexy put that rightfulness. The feel of her fingers curled around my tool was just the proficient 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 meliorate than doing it myself. I was iron-hard again in endorsement.

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 unspoilt when somebody else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just sink 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 knocker as they jiggled and bounced beneath my regard. Before long, my turncock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot respective spurt of cum richly 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 much of it, too ! I'd forgotten."She chuckled and stood up.

Some of my cum had splashed onto her handwriting. 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 time. I knew it was wrong. 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 perplex. I knew I shouldn't let her do it again, but I desperately wanted her to, and realised I probably wouldn't barricade her if she tried. But would she ?

Aunt May spent the eternal rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if nothing had happened. I found any try at conversation very difficult at showtime, 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 attend at uncle Vince all evening.

When I announced I was going to bed, auntie May told me I could deliver a lie-in in the morn. The was no point in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The following morning, I listened to the sounds of breakfast natural action downstairs, but made no attack to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ morning wood'and desperately needed a jacking off. I was confused. Should I have one as usual ? Or was aunty May's instruction to ‘ have a lie-in'her computer code for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a jacking off after your uncle Vince has gone to act'? 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 end threshold had closed, I heard aunty May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could experience it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my way 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 hired man'this dawning, 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 head again, blushing at her directness.

"good !"she beamed and pulled the puff 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 flaccid and ardent, and so heavy ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the tone and weight of them.

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

Her hand found my prick, 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 brass. What she did side by side blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had set forward and was sucking my dick !

It felt incredible. I don't have it away how I didn't cum instantly. She spent respective minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her head bobbing ; and then she'd use her work force, swirling around and up and down ; and then she'd tease the tip with her tongue before sucking and bobbing again. I was in promised land ! This was Shangri-la on worldly concern.

I never wanted it to give up, but desperately wanted to cum at the same fourth dimension. 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 nutcase, with her sass clamped over the head of my cock, sucking intemperately 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 current of spurts, and auntie May didn't stop sucking until I was done.

She sat up, and licked her sass, beaming at me as usual."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 sunup started the same way, but after she had been sucking my putz for a spell, she stood up and stripped off the sleep of her dress. She had a collapse form for someone nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as honorable 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 digit inside her. She was very damp, and hot. It felt good. She laid beside me and learn me how to feel her and stroke her button. Then she let me suck her tit at the Saame prison term, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and writhe a little. Her middle were closed, and her articulatio coxae 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 heavy.

"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 somebody 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.

"semen on,"she said, motioning with her forefront."Your go now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

"Get between my pegleg. 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 cock into her."Now push slowly and gently into me. It's been a spell since I've had a pecker in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial resistivity, then suddenly gliding into her warm up wetness, was incredible. Even secure than the spirit of her mouth on my cock. She wrapped her ramification around me and used her feet and hips to start a rocking move, telling me to just follow her atomic number 82. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weight on my implements of war and looked down at her ; her lovely side, 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 blazonry, 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 turn, now. Just go as fast as you like until you've cum too."

I started out at the like slow yard she had first shown me, gradually speeding up again. Soon, I was humping her as fast as I could, staring down at her massive mammilla bouncing about beneath me, and my shaft 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 tits bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew substantial and stronger, and More and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after current of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no spirit in the existence quite like that. It felt awful. For some eccentric reason, I felt the need to count every spirt. There was dozen of them, although the death four were progressively imperfect and weaker. I had just squirted twelve dozens 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 slaked relief, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and severe, but impossibly good. I just got pose ! 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 continue up with me, and at time, she was well-chosen to just lie there and let me do what I wanted to her. I came everywhere ; inside her, all over her tits, on her expression, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would sprout, and how much of it there was. She showed me every position she could opine of and taught 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 delay with auntie May and uncle Vince every fortune I could after that, and she said that when the time came, I could apply to their local anaesthetic university for my degree and she would be delighted to have me ride out there for the duration. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to worry about me living away from dwelling house on my own.

I suddenly found a knew motivation to study laborious 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 age. Sex on tap ! I couldn't time lag.

It was only after I had returned house from that vacation that I realised things weren't commodity between my aunt and uncle. I recalled her input about how little sex she was getting. She must consume felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two years, every open frame from college intend time staying with auntie May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the meantime, between visits, auntie May and I had a little arrangement ; when we were both household alone, we would facetime each other, naked, and get ourselves off watching each former and talking dirty.

I got accepted into the university near her, but by the source of the number 1 term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to work as a nursemaid, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a low two-bedroomed street house. I moved in. Officially, the diminished bedroom is mine, and I have all my poppycock in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a couple. In closed book of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for people like me round here. volition May fare with me ? Will I want her to ? Who knows ? How could we excuse it to the ease of the crime syndicate if she did ? For now, I'm just happy that I'm getting shagged senseless at least once a day. The secrecy just adds to the thrill of it .
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