My Naughty aunt May

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

Which made life story desperately unjust because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a yap in it when I was in my adolescent, 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 throw lost my sight before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly tough. That Easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a week, during the school holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and stay with her sister ; my aunt 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 break of day my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent movement to their house, as I sat following to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious matter of school, music and girl : schoolhouse was okay ; I liked the bands everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a lady friend, but yes, I was into girls. Yes, he actually asked me that !

It was a ease, 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 Whitney Young man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and Aunt May were in their previous thirties. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at xvi, I saw her in a whole new Light. She was a very fine-looking cleaning lady, with the most tremendous pap I had ever seen in real life. She wore height that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than decent cleavage to pay a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a substantial problem trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the Saame room together, I could not give up myself staring at her breast. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would look 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 path, 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. 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 help it.

By midweek it had become unbearable - for both of us, I guess. When uncle Vince had gone into Town, and auntie May caught me looking yet again, she said,"You've got an iPhone there, haven't you ?"

It was permanently attached to my helping hand most of the metre because there was zip else to do at their house, apart from go upstairs for a hand job. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your room for a moment. I'm going to send something to your telephone. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but curious, I got up and went upstairs. A few bit later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my earphone began pinging.

I could not think what I was looking at. auntie May had sent me seven selfies she must have just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the low, 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 titty were attempting to escape over the top of the loving cup. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her titty were so immense, they sagged a short, but holy shit ! They were awful ! In the fourth and fifth, she was standing sideways at different angles. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her head, which pulled her tit upwards, so that her monolithic nipples were pointing straightaway 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 headspring was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my blue jean and released my already painfully hard cock. Looking at the scene, my jerking off probably lasted less than a minute before I shot my loading all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some toilet theme and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn't daring go downstairs again and face aunt May, so I stayed in my way until uncle Vince returned, and called me down for tea. He had been to the fleck shop and we had Fish and chips and fighting all troll. I felt like my typeface was burning when I walked into the kitchen. Aunt May beamed at me and asked,"How are you feeling now. Better for that ?"

"better for what ?"asked uncle Vince over his shoulder as he sorted out the circumstances onto plates.

"Oh, it's nada, really,"replied auntie May."Kevin wasn't feeling too good earlier, so he went to his elbow room 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 flushed lad. Never mind, your Aunt May was a nanny, 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 sarcasm of his comment if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The evening sat in straw 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 pic of auntie May's awesome nipple, imagining how they would depend and sense in the flesh.

The next morning, uncle Vince was back at study, so aunt 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 human elbow."Do you like the photos, then ?"

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

"At your age, it's only instinctive, and I know it must be hard for you not to gaze, 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 indigence to knock one out."

I was dying.

"Of course,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my harassment."moving-picture show are never a match for the genuine matter, but all in good time."

What ! ? What the shag did ‘ all in ripe time'mean ?

We worked in muteness for a duad of instant, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could escape. 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 motions as she washed the dental plate, round of drinks and troll, made those enormous tits jiggle and sway, and it might hold been my imagination, but was her top a little more revealing than common ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an erection as aunt May's tits continued to jiggle and carry in my peripheral vision. I swallowed hard and tried to centralise on scrubbing the design off the bone-dry crustal plate in my hand.

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

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

I'm sure she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my hard-on 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 sensation in my jeans, but to no avail.

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

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

In the safety of my sleeping accommodation, I dropped my drawers, leaned back against the chest of drawers of draws, and began masturbating as I stared at auntie May posing on my phone.

"Can I give you a deal with that ?"I nearly had a nub approach ! I was so engrossed in my motion-picture show of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her stick her headspring around my bedroom door. I dropped the headphone, and turned my backbone, fumbling to pull up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her implements of war wrapped around me. She pulled my arms away as I tried to embrace up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to wilt in disgrace. respective ready separatrix put that right. The feel of her finger's breadth curled around my rooster was just the full thing ever, gripping firmly but not too besotted, 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 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 lots better when somebody else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just drop your blue jean 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 hammer began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several squirt of cum gamey into the air, much to her delight and amusement."Ooh, you young'uns cum with such enthusiasm, don't you ? And there's so a lot of it, too ! I'd forgotten."She chuckled and stood up.

Some of my cum had splashed onto her bridge player. She licked it off, almost absentmindedly."Mmm, decent ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get prepare to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same time. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was effectual - just - because I was sixteen ; but my mum and dad would pop 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 contain her if she tried. But would she ?

Aunt May spent the rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if null had happened. I found any effort at conversation very unmanageable at 1st, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to cognize if she was going to do it again but didn't dare 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 cockcrow. The was no dot in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The following morning, I listened to the audio of breakfast activity downstairs, but made no attempt to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ daybreak wood'and desperately needed a hand job. I was confused. Should I have one as common ? Or was aunt May's instruction to ‘ have a lie-in'her code for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a jacking off after your uncle Vince has gone to knead'? 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 nominal head door had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My warmheartedness leapt. I could feel 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 handwriting'this morning, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

I was stuck for words and just agitate my head, which was no help at all."Have you knocked one out already ?"I shook my principal 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 breast to me."Go on,"she encouraged me."I know you want to !"

Hesitantly, I reached out and felt them. They were so big and diffused and lovesome, and so overweight ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the look and free weight of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all Little Joe, so that her enormous tits hovered above my nerve. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge nipples, loving their severeness in my oral cavity. auntie May was cooing with joy too. She shifted to one side of me but kept her tits in my grimace as I continued to imbibe and squeeze them.

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

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

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

I never wanted it to terminate, but desperately wanted to cum at the Saame clock time. She gradually got faster and faster, and the tell-tale pounding suddenly kicked in. I closed my eyes and moaned. I'd been watching everything she was doing to me, but now the hotshot took over. She was wanking me like crazy, with her mouth clamped over the read/write head of my cock, sucking gruelling 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 jet, and aunt May didn't stop 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."Come on. time to get up. I'll get your breakfast."

The succeeding break of the day started the Saami way, but after she had been sucking my cock for a while, she stood up and stripped off the eternal sleep of her clothes. She had a not bad figure for someone nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as near shape.

Aunt May stood near the bed, and took my hand, putting my fingers between her stage. 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 teach me how to finger her and stroke her clit. Then she let me soak up her nipples at the same time, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and writhe a little. 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 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 sang-froid 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 forefront."Your turn now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

sanctum fuck ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her second joint as fast as I could, and she reached down, guiding my pecker into her."Now push slowly and gently into me. It's been a patch since I've had a cock in there."

I pushed carefully. That sense impression of the initial resistance, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was unbelievable. Even better than the feeling of her mouth on my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her feet and hips to lead off a rocking motion, telling me to just accompany her jumper cable. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her cover girl face, and her enormous tits and teat. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her stride 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 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 same behind 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. Keep going. Cum in your aunty May. Cum for me, Kevin."

I humped her for all I was worth. Her tits bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew secure and stronger, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my shaft. There is no touch sensation in the world quite like that. It felt amazing. For some bizarre cause, I felt the need to numerate every spurt. There was dozen of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and weaker. I had just squirted XII consignment of cum into my aunty May ! I felt insanely lofty of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my back, with a huge sigh of satisfied rest, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and dangerous, but impossibly good. I just got laid ! I was only sixteen, and I was a man !

I only had a few days vacation left, but we shagged five or six prison term every day, while uncle Vince was at work. Aunt May was exhausted. She couldn't keep open up with me, and at clip, she was glad 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 mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would shoot, and how practically of it there was. She showed me every position she could think of and instruct me everything she knew about how to delight her. I loved going down on her, and she was impressed that I was such a spry learner.

I decided I was going to stay with auntie May and uncle Vince every fortune I could after that, and she said that when the prison term came, I could utilize to their local university for my degree and she would be delighted to possess me stay there for the length. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to worry about me living away from domicile on my own.

I suddenly found a knew motive to study difficult than ever before. I was going to do whatever it took to get into that university and go and exist with my aunt May for three unhurt years. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

It was only after I had returned home from that holiday that I realised matter 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 following two years, every respite from college meant time staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could do it. In the meantime, between visits, aunt May and I had a little organization ; when we were both home alone, we would facetime each early, naked, and get ourselves off watching each early and talking dirty.

I got accepted into the university near her, but by the rootage of the inaugural terminal figure, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to act as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a lowly two-bedroomed street sign. I moved in. Officially, the modest bedroom is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In consequence, we have become a couple. In secret of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for the great unwashed like me round here. testament May come with me ? Will I require her to ? Who knows ? How could we explicate it to the respite of the menage if she did ? For now, I'm just happy that I'm getting shagged senseless at least once a day. The secretiveness just adds to the thrill of it .