My Naughty aunty May

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

Which made life history desperately unfair because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a trap 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 make you go blind, or I would probably cause lost my mint before my 14th birthday. It was a very rag period in my life.

When I was 16, it got decidedly forged. That Easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a week, during the schooltime vacation. Mum arranged for me to go and stay with her sister ; my aunt May. May and her married man 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 drilling 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 ride to their house, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious subject of schooling, euphony and fille : school day was okay ; I liked the dance band everyone liked ; and no, I didn't have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into girls. Yes, he actually asked me that !

It was a easing, albeit an embarrassing one, to arrive into the crushing hug I received from aunty 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 remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new twinkle. She was a very good-looking cleaning woman, with the most enormous tit I had ever seen in substantial life. She wore tops that weren't exactly revealing but showed Sir Thomas More than enough cleavage to render a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a existent trouble trying to conceal it.

Whenever we were in the Sami elbow room together, I could not stop myself staring at her mamilla. 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 course, there was the obligatory one at bedtime, and the firstly one of the day before I got out of bed, but they're just routine for a teenager. The extra unity during the day were all down to aunt May's outstanding dresser. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the young lady at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, but I couldn't aid 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 bridge player almost of the fourth dimension because there was null else to do at their planetary house, apart from go upstair for a jacking off. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

"Go up to your elbow room for a minute. 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 phone began pinging.

I could not trust what I was looking at. auntie May had sent me seven selfies she must birth just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the tv camera on her phone. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her tremendous titty were attempting to escape over the top of the cups. In the 3rd, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so vast, they sagged a piffling, but holy shit ! They were awesome ! In the one-fourth and one-fifth, she was standing sideways at unlike Angle. In the sixth, she held both weaponry in the air above her head, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her monolithic nipples 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 camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My foreland was spinning. What the fuck ! I couldn't help myself ; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully hard tool. Looking at the painting, my jacking off probably lasted less than a minute before I shot my load all over the carpeting. I hurried to the can for some toilet newspaper publisher and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn't dare go downstairs again and face auntie May, so I stayed in my room until uncle Vince returned, and called me down for tea. He had been to the chip store and we had Pisces the Fishes and chips and scraps all rung. I felt like my face was burning when I walked into the kitchen. aunty 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 portions onto plates.

"Oh, it's nothing, really,"replied auntie May."Kevin wasn't feeling too in effect earlier, so he went to his room for a lie down. I think he's probably feeling a good deal expert now. Aren't you, Kevin ?"she asked, turning to me with a sparkle in her eyes.

I just nodded. Uncle Vince looked over."You do look a bit flushed lad. Never mind, your auntie 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 have laughed at the satire of his comment if I hadn't felt so uncomfortable.

The evening sat in movement 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 pictures of aunt May's awesome tits, imagining how they would see and feel in the flesh.

The next first light, uncle Vince was back at piece of 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 washables and drying the crustal plate.

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

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

"At your age, it's only instinctive, and I know it must be difficult for you not to stare, so I don't judgement. I understand. I know why you go up your room now and then, too. It's perfectly rule. I'm flattered. I thought the pictures of me would assist, you know, whenever you feel the need to tap one out."

I was dying.

"Of course,"she continued, seemingly unmindful to my torment."impression are never a match for the existent thing, but all in good time."

What ! ? What the shtup did ‘ all in good time'mean value ?

We worked in silence for a couple of moment, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could fly the coop. But she wasn't done yet, and the problem was, I'm taller than her, and I couldn't avoid the view down her segmentation. Her rubbing move as she washed the plates, turn and round, made those enormous tits jiggle and careen, and it might have been my imagery, but was her top a little more bring out than usual ?

Despite my excruciating plethora, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an erection as aunt May's boob continued to jiggle and sway in my peripheral device vision. I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the blueprint off the bone dry home plate in my hand.

She noticed."Don't be rubbing too concentrated. leave behind the figure on, Kevin, there's a ripe 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 tits spring around more than than ever.

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

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

Eventually, we were done."Off you go,"said aunt May, glancing down at my breakwater."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 exculpation to go to my room.

In the condom of my sleeping accommodation, 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 script with that ?"I nearly had a heart blast ! I was so engrossed in my pictures of aunt May, I hadn't noticed her stick her head around my bedroom door. I dropped the earpiece, and turned my back, fumbling to pull up my jean.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my weapon system away as I tried to cover up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to wilt in shame. respective warm strokes put that right. The feel of her fingers curled around my cock was just the salutary 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 respectable than doing it myself. I was iron-hard again in seconds.

But she was my aunty ! 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 drop your 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 mammilla as they jiggled and bounced beneath my gaze. Before long, my cock 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 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 make to go into town."

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the Sami time. I knew it was damage. I mean, it was effectual - just - because I was sixteen ; but my mum and dad would kill us both, and especially aunty 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 normal, as if cipher had happened. I found any attempt at conversation very unmanageable at first, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to hump if she was going to do it again but didn't daring ask. I could barely calculate at uncle Vince all evening.

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

The abide by aurora, I listened to the speech sound of breakfast activity downstairs, but made no effort 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 aunt May's instruction to ‘ hold a lie-in'her code for ‘ stoppage in bad and I'll give you a wank after your uncle Vince has gone to work'? 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 leave of absence. As soon as the front room access had closed, I heard auntie May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could find it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my room without knock, 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 password and just shook my psyche, which was no helper 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 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 soft and fond, and so big ! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the flavor and weight of them.

"Lie down,"she said, straddling me on all fours, so that her enormous nipple hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge nipples, loving their stiffness in my backtalk. Aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one side of me but kept her boob in my boldness as I continued to fellate and twinge them.

Her mitt 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 grimace. What she did next blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had bent on forward and was sucking my cock !

It felt incredible. I don't have a go at it how I didn't cum instantly. She spent several minute sucking and licking and nibbling ; her head bobbing ; and then she'd use her workforce, swirling around and up and down ; and then she'd tease the tip with her tongue 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 same sentence. 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 mouth clamped over the head of my rooster, sucking surd 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 flow of spurts, and aunt May didn't period sucking until I was done.

She sat up, and licked her brim, 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 following morning started the Sami way, but after she had been sucking my cock for a while, she stood up and stripped off the rest of her dress. She had a cracking trope for mortal nearly as old as my mum, who wasn't in anywhere near as effective shape.

Aunt May stood near the bed, and took my hand, putting my fingers between her pegleg. 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 secure. She laid beside me and learn me how to finger her and stroke her clitoris. Then she let me suck her nipples at the Lapplander prison term, as she gently rubbed my painfully operose cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to groan and wriggle a little. Her eyes were closed, and her pelvic arch 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 very much fun as individual else doing it for you, is it ?"

I grinned back at her, proud of myself. I'd just made my aunty 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 promontory."Your turn now."

I wasn't sure what she meant.

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

Holy fucking ! I couldn't believe it. I scrambled to get between her thigh as fast as I could, and she reached down, guiding my putz 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 resistance, then suddenly gliding into her warm up wetness, was incredible. Even practiced than the smell of her mouth on my stopcock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her feet and hips to start a rocking move, telling me to just trace her lead. Her oculus were closed. I supported my system of weights on my arms and looked down at her ; her lovely face, and her enormous titty and nipples. 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 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 slowly 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 tits bouncing about beneath me, and my cock began throbbing. I moaned with pleasure.

"Oh, that's it Kevin. continue going. Cum in your auntie May. Cum for me, Kevin."

I humped her for all I was Charles Frederick Worth. Her boob bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew stronger and stronger, 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 feeling in the world quite like that. It felt awesome. For some flakey reason, I felt the need to calculate every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the finale four were progressively watery and weaker. I had just squirted XII loading of cum into my auntie May ! I felt insanely proud of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my cover, with a Brobdingnagian sigh of quenched relief, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and dangerous, but impossibly right. I just got laid ! I was only XVI, 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. aunty May was exhausted. She couldn't go on up with me, and at prison term, 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 mouthpiece. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would scud, and how much of it there was. She showed me every position she could call up of and teach 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 stay with aunt May and uncle Vince every chance I could after that, and she said that when the fourth dimension came, I could apply to their local university for my arcdegree and she would be delighted to get me rest 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 knew motivation to take tough than ever before. I was going to do whatever it took to get into that university and go and go with my aunt May for three whole old age. Sex on tap ! I couldn't wait.

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

For the next two years, every break from college meant time staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the meantime, between visits, aunt May and I had a slight system ; when we were both home 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 beginning of the inaugural term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to work as a nanny, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a diminished two-bedroomed street house. I moved in. Officially, the humble bedroom is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a brace. In secret of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There's no job-demand for people like me round here. will May add up with me ? Will I desire her to ? Who knows ? How could we explain it to the eternal sleep of the folk if she did ? For now, I'm just glad that I'm getting shagged senseless at least once a day. The secrecy just adds to the thrill of it .