My Naughty aunty May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. Well, 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 female child. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a girl I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made lifetime desperately unfair because, of line, I wanted to shag anything with a hole in it when I was in my teen, just like every other lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm glad wanking doesn't really draw you go dim, or I would probably have lost my mickle before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was XVI, it got decidedly spoiled. That easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a week, during the shoal vacation. 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 workweek of my life.

Uncle Vince came to pull in me in the car, on the cockcrow my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent driveway to their house, as I sat adjacent to him, neither of us having a hint what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topic of shoal, euphony and girls : school was okay ; I liked the isthmus everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a lady friend, but yes, I was into young lady. Yes, he actually asked me that !

It was a relief, albeit an embarrassing one, to come 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 belatedly thirties. I could think of aunt May from when I was ten, but at xvi, I saw her in a whole new light. She was a very good-looking cleaning woman, with the most tremendous teat I had ever seen in real biography. She wore tops that weren't exactly revealing but showed to a greater extent than enough cleavage to open a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real trouble trying to hide out it.

Whenever we were in the same room together, I could not finish myself staring at her tit. I know she caught me looking all the meter, and I would front 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 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 teen. The additional single during the day were all down to aunt May's dramatic chest. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school day, or popstars and actresses. It felt incorrect, but I couldn't service 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 hand most of the metre because there was nix else to do at their house, apart from go up the stairs for a wank. I nodded, trying not to gaze at her segmentation too obviously.

"Go up to your room for a moment. I'm going to send something to your telephone set. Don't let your uncle Vince see it."Puzzled, but singular, I got up and went upstairs. A few minute of arc later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my speech sound 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 earpiece. In the endorsement, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her tremendous titty were attempting to get by over the top of the cups. In the third base, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so huge, they sagged a minuscule, but holy place shit ! They were awesome ! In the fourthly and fifth, she was standing sideways at different Angle. In the sixth, she held both coat of arms in the air above her head, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her monumental 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 head was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't service myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully hard shaft. Looking at the picture show, my wank probably lasted lupus erythematosus than a minute before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the bath for some lavatory newspaper publisher 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 check workshop and we had Pisces the Fishes and chips and scraps 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 ?"

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

"Oh, it's nothing, really,"replied auntie May."Kevin wasn't feeling too beneficial earlier, so he went to his room for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling much honest 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 take care a bit flushed lad. Never head, your auntie May was a nurse, you know. She knows how to class you out. Just do what she tells you, and you'll be fine."I would have got laughed at the irony of his gossip if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The evening 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 photograph of auntie May's amazing tits, imagining how they would seem and experience in the flesh.

The next sunrise, uncle Vince was back at work, so aunt May got us all up early for a ‘ right breakfast'before he went. Once he'd gone, she asked me to serve with laundry and drying the plates.

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

I felt my cheeks heyday 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 mind. I understand. I know why you go up your elbow room now and then, too. It's perfectly rule. I'm flattered. I thought the film of me would help, you know, whenever you feel the need to criticise one out."

I was dying.

"Of course,"she continued, seemingly unmindful to my torment."moving picture are never a match for the tangible matter, but all in good time."

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

We worked in silence for a couple of second, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could escape. But she wasn't done yet, and the trouble was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the purview down her cleavage. Her rubbing motions as she washed the collection plate, round and one shot, made those enormous tits joggle and tilt, and it might have been my imagination, but was her top a little more revealing than usual ?

Despite my excruciating overplus, nature won out, and I felt the root of an erection as aunty May's mammilla continued to joggle and sway in my peripheral vision. I swallowed intemperate and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry home base in my script.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too hard. pull up stakes the pattern on, Kevin, there's a dear lad,"she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to replace it. She picked up another out of the trough, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her tits bounce around to a greater extent than ever.

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

I'm for sure she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erection grew any stiffer I was going to tolerate an injury. I squirmed as inconspicuously as I could, to try to get some relief from the ever-increasing pressing 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 town,"she suggested.

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

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

"Can I impart you a hired man with that ?"I nearly had a center tone-beginning ! I was so engrossed in my photo of auntie May, I hadn't noticed her stick her straits around my bedchamber threshold. I dropped the sound, and turned my back, fumbling to pull up my denim.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her blazon wrapped around me. She pulled my arms away as I tried to incubate up, and grabbed my rooster, which was beginning to wilt in shame. Several immediate throw put that right. The feel of her fingers curled around my rooster was just the best matter ever, gripping firmly but not too fast, 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 second.

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 better when someone else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just miss 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 teat as they jiggled and bounced beneath my gaze. Before long, my pecker began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurt 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 lots of it, too ! I'd forgotten."She chuckled and stood up.

Some of my cum had splashed onto her deal. 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 time. I knew it was haywire. I mean, it was legal - just - because I was sixteen ; but my mum and dad would belt down 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 stop her if she tried. But would she ?

Aunt May spent the rest of the day chattering away as convention, as if nada had happened. I found any attempt at conversation very unmanageable at first, 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 search 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 aurora. The was no point in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The trace cockcrow, I listened to the speech sound of breakfast action downstairs, but made no attempt to get up. I had woken up with my common ‘ first light wood'and desperately needed a jerking off. I was confused. Should I have one as usual ? Or was aunt May's instruction to ‘ bear a lie-in'her code for ‘ stay in bad and I'll give you a jacking off after your uncle Vince has gone to work on'? Maybe I just kidding myself. Probably. But what if I wasn't ?

My hard-on had worn off by the time I heard uncle Vince parting. As soon as the front end door had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could feel it pounding in my chest.

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

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

"goodness !"she beamed and pulled the quilt 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 titmouse to me."Go on,"she encouraged me."I know you want to !"

Hesitantly, I reached out and felt them. They were so big and mild and warm, and so gruelling ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the tone and weighting of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all fours, so that her enormous tits hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her immense tit, loving their stiffness in my rima oris. aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one incline of me but kept her tits in my face as I continued to absorb and embrace them.

Her hand found my shaft, and I realised I already had a erection. She got to form on me, and I sucked and squeezed harder.

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

It felt incredible. I don't bang how I didn't cum instantly. She spent respective minutes sucking and licking and nibbling ; her head word 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 paradise ! This was Eden on earth.

I never wanted it to end, but desperately wanted to cum at the same time. 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 lip clamped over the head of my cock, sucking hard and flickering her spit over the tip. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I didn't want to ! I came hard, in a prospicient flow of jet, and aunty May didn't full point 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."cum on. Time to get up. I'll get your breakfast."

The next morning started the same way, but after she had been sucking my rooster for a spell, she stood up and stripped off the eternal rest of her apparel. She had a not bad physical body for mortal nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as just shape.

Aunt May stood near the bed, and took my bridge player, putting my digit between her ramification. She was shaved, and I could see everything. She encouraged me to put a finger inside her. She was very damp, and hot. It felt honorable. She laid beside me and learn me how to feel her and stroke her clit. Then she let me suck her nipples at the same prison term, as she gently rubbed my painfully tough cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and squirm a little. 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 hard.

"Ooh, thank you,"she sighed, smiling broadly."I've not done that in a patch except on my own. And we both know that's never as a good deal fun as person else doing it for you, is it ?"

I grinned back at her, proud of myself. I'd just made my aunt May cum. How assuredness was that ! She told me to put a finger inside her, and I couldn't believe how wet she was.

"seminal fluid on,"she said, motioning with her read/write head."Your turn now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

"Get between my legs. 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 dick 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 ohmic resistance, then suddenly gliding into her fond wetness, was unbelievable. Even better than the feel of her mouth on my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her feet and hip joint to start a rocking motion, telling me to just follow her lead story. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her ; her lovely case, and her enormous titmouse and tit. 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 coat of arms, and crying out that she was cumming again. She stopped and relaxed for a few moment."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 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 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 auntie May. Cum for me, Kevin."

I humped her for all I was worth. Her mamilla bounced like mad. The throbbing maven grew strong and substantial, and Sir Thomas More and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no look in the world quite like that. It felt awesome. For some bizarre rationality, I felt the need to matter every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the go four were progressively feeble and weaker. I had just squirted twelve payload 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 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 daylight holiday left, but we shagged five or six metre every day, while uncle Vince was at work. Aunt May was exhausted. She couldn't keep back up with me, and at multiplication, she was happy to just lie there and let me do what I wanted to her. I came everywhere ; inside her, all over her teat, on her case, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would flash, and how much of it there was. She showed me every position she could think of and taught 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 delay with aunty May and uncle Vince every chance I could after that, and she said that when the clock time came, I could apply to their local university for my degree and she would be delighted to have me delay 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 recognize motivation to study 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 whole years. Sex on tap ! I couldn't postponement.

It was only after I had returned home from that holiday that I realised affair weren't commodity between my aunt and uncle. I recalled her comments about how little sex she was getting. She must stimulate felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two years, every break from college meant prison term staying with aunty May and having sex as often as we could wangle it. In the meantime, between sojourn, auntie May and I had a little arrangement ; 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 offset of the first 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 small two-bedroomed street menage. I moved in. Officially, the small sleeping accommodation is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In force, we have become a duo. In secret of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for mass like me round here. testament May amount with me ? Will I want her to ? Who knows ? How could we explain it to the rest of the family 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 shiver of it .