My Naughty aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed stripling, I suppose. wellspring, typical in the sense 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 young woman. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a missy I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made life desperately unjust because, of grade, I wanted to shag anything with a fix in it when I was in my adolescent, just like every early lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm sword lily wanking doesn't really spend a penny you go blind, or I would probably take in lost my survey before my fourteenth natal day. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was xvi, 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 stay with her sister ; my aunty May. May and her hubby 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 hebdomad 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 mute thrust to their house, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious theme of shoal, euphony and girlfriend : school was okay ; I liked the bands everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girl, but yes, I was into girl. Yes, he actually asked me that !

It was a easing, 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 young man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and Aunt May were in their recent thirties. I could think aunty May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a unanimous new ignitor. She was a very good-looking char, with the most enormous teat I had ever seen in real life. She wore top that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than enough segmentation to give a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real problem trying to shroud it.

Whenever we were in the same room together, I could not stop over myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the metre, and I would reckon 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 hand job. Sometimes two. And then of course of action, 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 teen. The extra ones during the day were all down to aunt May's dramatic chest of drawers. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the young lady at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt damage, but I couldn't help it.

By Wednesday 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 helping hand most of the clock time because there was zilch else to do at their firm, apart from go on a higher floor for a wank. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your elbow room for a present moment. I'm going to post something to your phone. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but singular, I got up and went upstairs. A few minutes later, as I sat on my bed wait, my phone began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. Aunt May had sent me seven selfies she must have just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the camera on her phone. In the s, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous tits were attempting to escape over the top of the cups. In the tertiary, she had taken her bra off. Her tit were so huge, they sagged a little, but holy place shit ! They were awesome ! In the quaternary and fifth, she was standing sideways at different angles. In the one-sixth, she held both munition in the air above her head, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her massive teat were pointing straight at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her tits hung down, and she was still looking at the photographic camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My head was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my dungaree and released my already painfully intemperate rooster. Looking at the pictures, my wank probably lasted to a lesser extent than a minute before I shot my load all over the carpeting. I hurried to the bathroom for some john 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 chips and scraps 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 ?"

"bettor for what ?"asked uncle Vince over his shoulder 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 twinkle in her eyes.

I just nodded. Uncle Vince looked over."You do look a bit purge lad. Never thinker, 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 suffer laughed at the satire of his comment if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The evening sat in social movement of the tv was purgatory, and I made my self-justification to go to bed as soon as I could.

I confess ; yes, I had another jerking off staring at the pictures of aunt May's awesome tits, imagining how they would look and sense in the flesh.

The next break of the day, 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 help with washing and drying the plates.

As we stood side by incline, 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 obstruct 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 room now and then, too. It's perfectly normal. I'm flattered. I thought the pictures of me would assist, you know, whenever you feel the want to knock one out."

I was dying.

"Of course,"she continued, seemingly oblivious to my harassment."Pictures are never a match for the real thing, but all in good time."

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

We worked in silence for a couple of minutes, her wash and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could bunk. But she wasn't done yet, and the problem was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the purview down her cleavage. Her rubbing motions as she washed the plates, round and round, made those tremendous knocker jiggle and tilt, and it might have been my imagination, but was her top a little more let out than usual ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the showtime of an erection as aunt May's tits continued to jiggle and swing in my peripheral vision. I swallowed concentrated and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the rule off the bone dry plateful in my hand.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too unvoiced. result the pattern on, Kevin, there's a dependable 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 boob bounce around more than ever.

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

I'm trusted she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erecting grew any stiffer I was going to suffer an accidental injury. I squirmed as inconspicuously as I could, to try to get some rilievo from the ever-increasing pressure in my jeans, but to no avail.

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

I wasn't tired. I'd only just got up an hour ago, but I needed to scat, and auntie May knew it. I was embarrassed, but grateful for the self-justification 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 posing on my phone.

"Can I give you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a heart attack ! I was so engrossed in my pictures of auntie May, I hadn't noticed her stick her head around my sleeping accommodation threshold. I dropped the phone, and turned my backrest, fumbling to pull up my blue jean.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her subdivision wrapped around me. She pulled my arms away as I tried to cover up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to droop in shame. respective straightaway slash put that right wing. The feel of her fingers curled around my cock was just the dear affair ever, gripping firmly but not too blind drunk, 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 motion 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 leave out 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 tits as they jiggled and bounced beneath my gaze. Before long, my peter began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. aunt May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot various spurts of cum high into the air, much to her delight and amusement."Ooh, you 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 hand. She licked it off, almost absentmindedly."Mmm, nice ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get ready to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same prison term. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was effectual - 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 bar her if she tried. But would she ?

aunty May spent the rest of the day chattering away as formula, as if cypher had happened. I found any try at conversation very difficult at kickoff, 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 look 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 morning. The was no stage in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The take after aurora, I listened to the sounds of breakfast body process downstairs, but made no attempt to get up. I had woken up with my common ‘ morn wood'and desperately needed a wank. I was confused. Should I have one as usual ? Or was auntie May's education to ‘ have a lie-in'her codification for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a wank after your uncle Vince has gone to cultivate'? Maybe I just kidding myself. Probably. But what if I wasn't ?

My erecting had worn off by the time I heard uncle Vince leave. As soon as the front room access had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My pith leapt. I could palpate 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 script'this morning, Kevin ? Or am I too late ?"

I was stuck for words and just sway my capitulum, which was no assist 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 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 lenient and affectionate, and so weighty ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the look and weight of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all quaternary, so that her tremendous tits hovered above my case. 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 side of me but kept her tits in my face as I continued to suck and squeeze them.

Her hand found my cock, 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 nerve. What she did next blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had bent forward and was sucking my stopcock !

It felt incredible. I don't jazz how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several arcminute sucking and licking and nibbling ; her nous bobbing ; and then she'd use her hands, swirling around and up and down ; and then she'd tease the tip with her glossa before sucking and bobbing again. I was in Heaven ! This was paradise on earth.

I never wanted it to check, but desperately wanted to cum at the same 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 sentience took over. She was wanking me like crazy, with her mouth clamped over the question of my dick, 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 foresightful stream of spurts, and aunt May didn't stop 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 Lapp way, but after she had been sucking my cock for a piece, she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She had a cracking anatomy for mortal 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 taught me how to finger her and stroke her clitoris. Then she let me absorb her teat at the same meter, as she gently rubbed my painfully severely cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and wrestle a short. Her eyes were closed, and her hip joint 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 practically 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 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 act now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

Holy 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 cock into her."Now push slowly and gently into me. It's been a while since I've had a cock in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial impedance, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was incredible. Even practiced than the feel of her mouth on my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her foot and hips to start a rocking question, telling me to just accompany her confidential information. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her lovely face, and her enormous tits and tit. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her tempo 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 consequence."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 Lapplander behind tempo 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. keep on going. Cum in your aunt May. Cum for me, Kevin."

I humped her for all I was deserving. Her tits bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew solid and stronger, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my pecker. There is no feeling in the world quite like that. It felt awing. For some freakish cause, I felt the need to count every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and watery. I had just squirted twelve loads of cum into my aunt May ! I felt insanely gallant of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my cover, with a huge sigh of quenched relief, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and dangerous, but impossibly sound. I just got repose ! I was only 16, and I was a man !

I only had a few Day vacation left, but we shagged five or six multiplication every day, while uncle Vince was at oeuvre. aunt May was exhausted. She couldn't keep up with me, and at clip, 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 face, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would frivol away, and how much of it there was. She showed me every status she could think of and learn me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was impressed that I was such a agile learner.

I decided I was going to stay with aunt 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 degree and she would be delighted to have me stick there for the duration. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to care about me living away from home on my own.

I suddenly found a knew motivation to take hard 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 hale geezerhood. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

It was only after I had returned dwelling house from that holiday that I realised things weren't good between my auntie and uncle. I recalled her scuttlebutt about how fiddling sex she was getting. She must have felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two years, every break from college entail time staying with auntie May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the meantime, between visits, aunty May and I had a lilliputian arrangement ; when we were both home alone, we would facetime each early, raw, and get ourselves off watching each early and talking dirty.

I got accepted into the university near her, but by the root of the low terminus, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to exploit as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a minor two-bedroomed street home. I moved in. Officially, the pocket-sized bedroom is mine, and I have all my clobber in it. Really, I sleep with May. In gist, we have become a duad. In closed book of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for hoi polloi like me round here. will May come with me ? Will I need her to ? Who knows ? How could we explain it to the rest of the family if she did ? For now, I'm just well-chosen that I'm getting shag senseless at to the lowest degree once a day. The privacy just adds to the shiver of it .