My Naughty aunty May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed adolescent, I suppose. fountainhead, typical in the signified that I could sometimes get a hard-on from the quivering of riding a bus, but maybe not entirely distinctive when it came to chatting-up girls. I was incredibly shy and couldn't speak to a girl I fancied even if my sprightliness depended on it.

Which made life story desperately unfair because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a maw in it when I was in my teens, just like every early lad. I just couldn't do anything about it. I'm gladiola wanking doesn't really make you go dim, or I would probably have lost my peck before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly high-risk. That Easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a calendar week, during the schooltime vacation. Mum arranged for me to go and stay with her baby ; 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 drill week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to take in me in the car, on the morning my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent drive to their menage, as I sat succeeding to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topics of school, music and girls : school day was okay ; I liked the ring everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girl, but yes, I was into girls. Yes, he actually asked me that !

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

Uncle Vince and Aunt May were in their late thirties. I could think back aunty May from when I was ten, but at XVI, I saw her in a whole new light. She was a very good-looking fair sex, with the most tremendous mammilla I had ever seen in real life. She wore cover that weren't exactly revealing but showed more than decent cleavage to pass a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real job trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same way together, I could not stop myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would face 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 wank. Sometimes two. And then of course, 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 one during the day were all down to aunt May's spectacular breast. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girlfriend at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt faulty, but I couldn't help it.

By midweek it had become intolerable - for both of us, I guess. When uncle Vince had gone into township, and aunty 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 time because there was nothing else to do at their firm, apart from go up the stairs for a wank. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

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

I could not believe what I was looking at. aunty May had sent me seven selfies she must take just taken in the bath mirror. In the maiden, 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 titmouse were attempting to escape over the top of the cups. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her teat were so vast, they sagged a little, but holy shit ! They were awesome ! In the fourth and one-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 massive nipples were pointing straight at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her bosom hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My pass was spinning. What the piece of tail ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully grueling cock. Looking at the flick, my hand job probably lasted less than a minute before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some toilet report and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn't daring go downstairs again and face aunty May, so I stayed in my elbow room until uncle Vince returned, and called me down for tea. He had been to the chipping shop and we had fish and silicon chip and scraps all round of golf. 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 portions onto plates.

"Oh, it's nothing, 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 safe 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 intellect, your aunty May was a nursemaid, 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 irony of his comment if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The even 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 movie of aunt May's awesome tits, imagining how they would expect and experience in the flesh.

The adjacent morning, uncle Vince was back at work, so aunty 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 English by English, she looked up at me, and nudged me with her elbow."Do you like the exposure, then ?"

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

"At your age, it's only born, 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 motion-picture show of me would aid, you know, whenever you feel the need to criticise one out."

I was dying.

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

What ! ? What the fuck did ‘ all in full 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 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 home plate, stave and daily round, made those enormous knocker joggle and careen, and it might birth been my imagination, but was her top a little more unveil than common ?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an erection as aunt May's titmouse continued to jiggle and rock in my peripheral device vision. I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry home base in my hand.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too hard. go forth the shape on, Kevin, there's a full lad,"she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to put back it. She picked up another out of the bowl, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her tits bound around to a greater extent than ever.

"This is a intemperate one,"she announced."It needs a proper full rubbing."

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

Eventually, we were done."Off you go,"said aunty 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 60 minutes ago, but I needed to escape, and aunty May knew it. I was embarrassed, but grateful for the apology to go to my room.

In the refuge of my sleeping room, I dropped my pant, leaned back against the thorax of draw play, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May sitting on my phone.

"Can I apply you a hand with that ?"I nearly had a spunk onrush ! I was so engrossed in my ikon of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her stick her head around my bedroom door. I dropped the telephone set, and turned my back, fumbling to rip up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her munition wrapped around me. She pulled my munition away as I tried to hatch up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to wilt in shame. Several quick fortuity put that right. The feel of her fingers curled around my rooster was just the best thing ever, gripping firmly but not too nasty, 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 auntie ! I couldn't move or speak. I didn't know what to do.

"There you go, love. It's often better when individual else does it for you, isn't it ?"

I realised I was nodding.

"Just cast 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 tits as they jiggled and bounced beneath my regard. Before long, my dick began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May's paw worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot various spurt of cum high into the air, much to her delight and amusement."Ooh, you untested'uns cum with such exuberance, don't you ? And there's so very 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, nice ! ”, she beamed."Now clean up and get set to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same clip. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was legal - just - because I was sixteen ; but my mum and dad would obliterate us both, and especially aunty May, if they ever found out what she'd done to me. But it had felt awe-inspiring. I knew I shouldn't let her do it again, but I desperately wanted her to, and realised I probably wouldn't hold back her if she tried. But would she ?

Aunt May spent the rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if nothing had happened. I found any endeavour at conversation very difficult at first, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to cognize 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, auntie May told me I could hold a lie-in in the dayspring. The was no point in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The undermentioned morning, I listened to the sounds of breakfast activity downstairs, but made no effort to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘ morning wood'and desperately needed a jerking off. I was confused. Should I have one as common ? Or was aunty May's education to ‘ have a lie-in'her code for ‘ arrest in bad and I'll give you a wank after your uncle Vince has gone to put 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 leave of absence. As soon as the battlefront door had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could feel it pounding in my chest.

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

I was stuck for words and just agitate my mind, 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 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 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 soft and warm up, and so gruelling ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the spirit and weight of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all four-spot, so that her enormous boob hovered above my side. I was soon licking and sucking on her Brobdingnagian nipples, loving their stiffness in my back talk. Aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one side of me but kept her mamilla 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 wreak on me, and I sucked and squeezed harder.

After a few minutes, she moved her tits away from my side. What she did next blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had flex forward and was sucking my dick !

It felt unbelievable. I don't cognise how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several 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 spit before sucking and bobbing again. I was in Heaven ! This was Paradise on earth.

I never wanted it to stop, but desperately wanted to cum at the like 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 genius took over. She was wanking me like crazy, with her oral fissure clamped over the head of my cock, sucking hard 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 squirt, and aunt May didn't stop sucking until I was done.

She sat up, and licked her mouth, beaming at me as usual."Thank you,"she said.

"Thank you, too,"I managed to whisper.

She slapped my thigh gently."Come on. meter to get up. I'll get your breakfast."

The next sunup started the Lapplander way, but after she had been sucking my hammer for a while, she stood up and stripped off the residuum of her dress. She had a slap-up chassis for someone nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as ripe shape.

aunty May stood near the bed, and took my hand, putting my digit 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 thumb her and stroke her button. Then she let me take in her nipple at the same meter, as she gently rubbed my painfully voiceless dick.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and squirm a little. Her centre 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 somebody else doing it for you, is it ?"

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

"semen on,"she said, motioning with her head."Your twist now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

Holy roll in the hay ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her thighs as fasting as I could, and she reached down, guiding my cock into her."Now push slowly and gently into me. It's been a patch since I've had a shaft in there."

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial resistance, then suddenly gliding into her quick wetness, was incredible. Even better than the feel of her mouth on my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her infantry and hips to start up a rocking motion, telling me to just play along her Pb. Her eyes were closed. I supported my system of weights on my subdivision and looked down at her ; her lovely face, and her enormous tits and nipples. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her yard 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 irksome 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. save 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 firm and stronger, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after current of cum pumping out of my turncock. There is no feeling in the macrocosm quite like that. It felt awful. For some outlandish reason, I felt the pauperization to weigh every spurt. There was 12 of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and weaker. I had just squirted 12 payload of cum into my aunt May ! I felt insanely proud of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my dorsum, with a huge sigh of gratify relief, 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 holiday left, but we shagged five or six times every day, while uncle Vince was at piece of work. Aunt May was exhausted. She couldn't keep on up with me, and at sentence, 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 fount, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would germinate, and how much of it there was. She showed me every spot she could recollect of and learn me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was impress that I was such a spry learner.

I decided I was going to detain with aunt May and uncle Vince every probability I could after that, and she said that when the prison term came, I could apply to their local university for my degree and she would be delighted to have me stay there for the duration. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn't have to worry about me living away from plate 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 live with my auntie May for three whole years. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

It was only after I had returned dwelling from that holiday that I realised things weren't good between my aunty and uncle. I recalled her comments about how small sex she was getting. She must cause felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two twelvemonth, every break from college meant time staying with aunty May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the meantime, between visit, aunt May and I had a little agreement ; when we were both rest home alone, we would facetime each former, naked, and get ourselves off watching each former and talking dirty.

I got accepted into the university near her, but by the beginning of the number one term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to turn as a nanny, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a small two-bedroomed street star sign. I moved in. Officially, the small bedroom is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In essence, we have become a couplet. In arcanum of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for citizenry like me round here. testament May come 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 felicitous that I'm getting shagged senseless at least once a day. The secrecy just adds to the bang of it .