Aunt Marion's Big Tits
I put this up under my ricky_writer ID here on the site. For some reason, the xHamster dickheads set that account as inactive, so, here I am starting again!
This was originally posted in May 2019. I hope it gives some pleasure.
There will be typos and errors in the text. Apologies but I hope that doesn't spoil things for you.
Anyway, here 'tis.
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Ricky - Cambridgeshire, UK - 12 June 22
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“She’s getting a divorce,” my mother said. “It’s gone wrong for her with your Uncle Mike. Be careful what you say. Don’t upset her … All right?”
I gave a half-shrug. “’Course,” I said.
My mother looked at me, brow furrowed, arms crossed, her whole attitude about how I might blurt something insensitive to her sister. In a careful, suspicious tone, she said, “Promise, Thomas?”
It was serious when she used my full first name. Other times I was Tom or Tommy but, when she meant it, when it was serious to her, I was Thomas.
“Yes,” I said, close to snapping it out. My mother’s constant worrying about tiny detail could be wearing at times and, not that I was unsympathetic towards Aunt Marion’s predicament, I had my own problems to deal with. Exams and girls being uppermost in my mind that August morning in 1978.
My mother’s face relaxed. “Good,” she sighed with a quick shake of her head. Then, bustling about the kitchen in her search for purse, cigarettes, lighter, and keys, my mother added, “You’ll be home early, won’t you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. One exam today.”
“Then she’ll be here when you get back this afternoon. I’ll be home about half-five.” Pausing, my mother fixed me with a stern look. “Make sure you don’t say anything stupid, Tom. You know,” she breathed, expression forlorn, “just be kind to your aunty.”
“Yeah, right,” I said, my mind moving towards that morning’s exam. My insides flipped at the thought of it, family problems displaced.
With her essentials in her handbag, my mother moved in close. “Good luck,” she said, pulling me in for a hug.
“Thanks,” I replied, suddenly grateful for her concern.
My mother broke away and grabbed her bag. “God, I’ll be late,” she gasped.
Then she was gone, leaving me to my own quick morning routine in which I slurped cereal, brushed my teeth and, in that pivotal time of life, worried about the forthcoming exam.
I left the house and made my way to the college along the usual route. I met with the lads, the small clique I’d grown up with. Our banter and horseplay were more subdued that morning. We had bigger things on our minds. Or at least a few of us did. I had concerns for my future, plans to fulfil, and was determined to do well in my exams. Not all my peers were of the same mind, but I had always been a diligent student. I wanted to get on with a good education so I could get a good job. I had ideas about engineering, maybe abroad away from what I thought of as dreary old England, although, being August, the morning was already promising another glorious day of sunshine.
The exam didn’t pose any problems for me, so, light in heart and tread, after a laugh and a joke with the lads, I went home for something to eat, and it wasn’t until I walked around the side of the house to the back door that I remembered Aunt Marion was coming to stay.
In fact, as it happened, I hadn’t remembered, the reminder came in her physical form as she lay on a towel she’d placed on the lawn in the back garden. It was the sight of acres of skin and her two-piece bikini which brought it all home.
As I walked around the corner of the house, my aunt sat up. She shaded her eyes with a salute, looking at me through dark lenses of her sunglasses. “Hiya, Tommy,” Aunt Marion trilled. “Your mum said you had an exam – how did it go?”
Surprised by her presence, I didn’t reply at first, my attention focussed on the arresting sight of my aunt’s sizeable breasts.
“Uh, yeah, I’m confident about it,” I managed to say.
After I said it, I recognised the catch in my tone. I’d been gawking at Aunt Marion’s breasts, the orbs large and full and rounded, their aesthetic appeal tugging my vitals in a way which brought lust up into my throat as my cock thickened and grew. At the same time, when I dragged my attention to my aunt’s face, I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. It was obvious to me from the smirk on her face that my aunt knew exactly what affect her body had on a horny young man thrumming with hormones.
The fire in my cheeks burned hotter when my aunt asked, “What’s up, Tommy? Are you all right?”
I struggled against the wild impulse to yank down my aunt’s bikini bra, desire a hot tide. Instead, embarrassed, I gurgled out, “Uh, yeah, just glad that exam’s over.”
With the knowing smirk still fixed to her lips, Aunt Marion nodded. “Many more to do?”
I couldn’t help it. My eyes went back to her tits. “Oh, just English lit and history,” I heard myself mumble. My voice came through vague and indistinct, my focus absorbed by my aunt’s boobs.
“Just the two to go, then?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“You know I’m staying for a few days?”
I looked up to her face when she said it. “Yes,” I said. “Mum told me.”
My aunt’s hand dropped from where she’d been shielding her eyes. She asked, “Did she tell you why?”
The surge of lust had started to cool. I was more in control. “A bit,” I said. “Something about things between you and Uncle Mike.”
My aunt didn’t clarify the details. She just kept the dark lenses aimed at me as she leaned back to rest on straight arms, palms behind her on the towel.
The, she asked, “Got a girlfriend, Tommy?”
Another form of embarrassment reheated my face as I shook my head. “No, not right now.”
As I watched, my aunt’s mouth shifted into an expression of what looked to be surprise. “No? Really? A good-looking lad like you?”
I had an impression my aunt was teasing me, a response which only served to make me feel more awkward. “Exams,” I said, knowing how weak it was.
My aunt nodded. “Clever,” she said. “Focus on the exams. You don’t need a girl distracting you at such an important time, eh, Tom?”
The twin distractions inside her bikini bra became the sole focus of my attention again. “No,” I said. “Exams are important.”
“But you like girls?” Aunt Marion asked.
With sensations swirling down in the pit of my stomach, and acutely aware of my hard-on straining inside my trousers, I gulped down against the dark urges rising within. “Yeah. ‘Course,” I said.
A pause followed, the sunglasses masking Aunt Marion’s eyes while her ripe, voluptuous curves caused all manner of wildness inside me.
Then, after the pause in which time stretched elastic, the atmosphere between my aunt and myself felt suddenly charged. That abrupt shift came about because, her boobs swaying as she shifted her rump on the towel, Aunt Marion looked at me and said, “I was wondering, Tommy … Well,” she added after another pause. “If you think I’m attractive. I mean,” my aunt quickly went on, “if I wasn’t your aunt or anything … You know, would you fancy me, Tommy?”
I think my answer took us both by surprise. I wasn’t planning on saying it, the words rising from me unbidden while the candour in my statement made my aunt’s eyes go wide behind the glasses. On a croak, reckless with yearning and the need to masturbate, I heard myself mutter, “I think you’re lovely, Aunt Marion.”
Recovering quickly, my aunt smiled and said, “That’s nice to hear, Tommy.”
Stunned by my admission and confused by my body’s near overwhelming response, I swallowed heavily, thoughts of my bedroom and a hot, urgent, and much-needed masturbatory fantasy barging into my head.
“Uhm, I didn’t mean it to sound like it did,” I said, choking the words.
My aunt pouted, brow corrugating into a frown as she asked, “Oh, then how did you mean it to sound? I took it as a compliment. What’s wrong? Am I too chubby or something?”
Appalled at what I thought was a misunderstanding, but which I now realise was my aunt playing her game, I experienced a slide of anxiety down in my stomach. “No, I meant it, Aunt Marion. I do think you’re lovely. I just didn’t mean it to sound … Uhm,” I said, pausing as I grasped for the words. “I just didn’t mean it to sound like it was sexy.”
“I’m lovely but not sexy?”
In my naivety I had idea that the bitch was toying with me. I didn’t have a clue I was a source of amusement.
“You’re both!” I blurted, desperate for her to understand. “But you’re my aunt … You know?”
“I’m forty-four, Tommy,” murmured my aunt.
There was no trace of amusement when she said it, her tone and serious face conveying a quick shift towards what would be seriousness.
Not knowing how to respond to the random mention of her age, I gawked and shrugged one shoulder.
“I’m just saying,” my aunt went on. “I must seem ancient to you. You’re probably used to pretty girls with tight little bodies. Your old aunt can’t compete. I’m not as slim as I once was, you know. At my age…” My aunt paused and gave a half-shrug, chin tilting towards her chest as she surveyed her own frontage. “There’s a bit of spare flesh. More boob and bottom than when I was your age.”
I didn’t have the words to tell her how wonderful I thought she was. I didn’t have it in me to articulate how it felt to see her in the bikini, about how I wanted to squeeze her large breasts and suck on her nipples. I couldn’t stand in the back garden with the sun overhead, my aunt’s body covered by nothing more than the skimpy two-piece, her physical charm making my hormones sing while my libido roared and snarled.
Again, as I gawked, sensations swirling, carnal yearning an aching void in my core, I heard myself croak out a repetition of how I thought she was lovely. “I think you’ve got incredible boobs,” I said on gasp.
Another pause followed, my eyes on her body as the dark lenses masked whatever response my aunt had in her eyes.
Then, after what felt like an age, my aunt slowly nodded. “They’ve always had a lot of attention,” she said, tone low and clandestine. “If you want,” Aunt Marion added, “I’ll let you see them.”
Shock rolled over me in a hot wave. I gurgled a disbelieving, “What?”
“My boobs,” Aunt Marion said. She even gave a shimmy, making her breasts shiver and sway. I gasped as she added, “I’ll show you, Tommy.”
I couldn’t speak, not past the rise of lust log-jammed in my throat. “Aunt Marion,” I gasped, “would you really?”
I gawped as my aunt got to her feet.
Aunt Marion thrust her chin towards the house. “Inside,” she said. “I don’t want any neighbours to see.”
I followed her into the house when she moved past me. It was surreal, timeless and dreamlike. I was numb in my extremities. Everything was inside my head, even the bass lub-lub of my heart as my excitement surged.
“Come on,” encouraged my aunt from the back door. “You want to see or not?”
Galvanised into action by the impossible prospect of seeing my aunt’s breasts exposed, I trotted towards the back door.
“Good boy,” grinned my aunt, turning away.
I could have groaned with desperate need when I saw the bikini briefs flick as she walked, my attention locked on Aunt Marion’s buttocks.
In the kitchen, the room suddenly an alien landscape after being so familiar for all my life, my aunt turned to face me.
“Here you go, Tommy,” murmured my aunt.
She reached for the knot at the nape of her neck, pausing to remove her sunglasses with her free hand. With her eyes glinting with mischief, my aunt smirked and tugged at the string.
The bikini top slipped free to expose my aunt’s weighty orbs. “Ah, fuck,” I gasped.
“You want to touch?”
I boggled, pawing the front of my trousers.
“Come on,” my aunt invited. “Come and touch them, Tommy.”
My hands trembled as I moved to my aunt and reached for her boobs.
“Squeeze,” she whispered. “You can be rough. I like a man to be strong. Squeeze those tits, Tommy.”
Lust was an arterial burst when I felt the spongy-firm texture of Aunt Marion’s breasts. I groaned, cock pulsing as it leaked pre-cum not my underwear, my lips going to one nipple.
My aunt gasped and let out a yelp as I sucked at her teats. “Oh!” she cried, my mouth going from one nipple to its twin. “I didn’t say you could suck my tits, Tommy!”
“But I have to,” I groaned, wild with desire. “Please let me,” I gasped, hands full of her flesh.
I gabbed and squeezed, thrilled by abundance of female. I thought she was gorgeous, my aunt, warm and pliant, her body exposed. I wanted to lick her all over. I wanted to kiss her, to feel her skin and the warmth coming off her. I could smell her scent.
I wanted to fuck my cock into her body and flood her with cum.
“Bad boy,” I heard my aunt chuckle. There was no anger in the sound. I knew, on a distant, instinctive level that my aunt didn’t mind.
“You’re sexy,” I gasped, awed by her breasts.
“I’ve been told,” my aunt replied. “It’s usually my tits.”
I had my hands full of her breasts when she said it, flesh spilling over the cups of my palms and fingers.
“You like big boobs, Tommy?” purred my aunt.
“Yours,” I said, squeezing and groping.
Aunt Marion allowed me time to touch her body. She sighed and chuckled and told me I was a very naughty young man. “But I understand how you feel, Tommy,” she added. “How urgent it is.”
After she said it, she pushed me away, covering her breasts with her forearm and hand. I looked up from her boobs to her face. My focus going from the pink nail-polish and Uncle Mike’s wedding ring to my aunt’s face. She was looking back at me, a smirk on her face.
“If you calm down a bit,” said my aunt. “I’ll take off these bottoms. But,” she continued when I opened my mouth to blurt my desire, “you need to promise you won’t lunge, Tommy. I’ll let you see me all bare, but I want you to keep control of yourself. Don’t go mad and grab me.”
I gawked, feeling the weight of my hanging jaw as I took in what she’d said.
“If you can do that,” my aunt went on, “I’ll do things with you.”
Desire ballooned inside me. It was unbelievable. It was shocking. The transition from worry over exams to the scene in the kitchen had me almost floored with surprise.
In a gluey, time-slewed, surreal moment, I stared at my aunt, my own mother’s sister, mid reeling with the potential and disbelief as I croaked out a strained, “What things?”
Desperation for it all to happen was a leaden sinker plummeting into the pit of my stomach when I heard my aunt whisper, “Sex things, Tommy.”
I groaned and pawed at the front of my trousers, squeezing my cock.
“You’re mad for it, aren’t you?” murmured my aunt. She glanced at my hand and then looked into my face with her expression abruptly intent. “Randy, aren’t you, Tommy.”
I boggled and managed to croak, “Aunt Marion…”
With her gaze set on my face, her stare holding my focus, my aunt whispered, “Remember, keep yourself under control. I mean it,” she snapped, startling me with the vicious bite in her tone. “If you come at me, Tommy, I’m getting dressed and you’re never seeing this again. No looking at my tits again. No touching. Nothing.”
We stared at each other for what to me felt like an age.
Then Aunt Marion said, “You understand?”
It percolated through to the part of my brain still capable of coherent thought.
I nodded and tried to say yes, the word coming out as a dry gurgled croak.
The nod must have been enough because my aunt did the same. “Good,” she said. “I promise, Tommy, if you behave, you’re going to have a hell of a time. It’s going to be fun.”
Then, as I stared, the sensations boiling inside me, my aunt stepped back a couple of paces, hooked her thumbs into the waist of her bikini briefs, paused, smirked at me, and then shoved the briefs down to her knees.
*
It was 1978, the classic era for a full pubic bush. My Aunt Marion’s example was a thick, glossy pelt which drew my gaze and brought a groan of desire bubbling forth.
She looked at me, the smirk still present, elastic waistband digging into her flesh as she posed, fists on her hips. For me she was the single most magnificent sight of feminine loveliness I’d ever seen. Again, spurred by the desire raging inside me, I squeezed at my dick.
“I think you should get that out,” said my aunt.
It was a ridiculous thing for me to say, but I responded with, “In front of you?”
Aunt Marion blurted a laugh. “Of course, silly,” she said. “I’ve shown you mine, you show me yours.”
Excitement hitched in my chest. “Aunt Marion,” I gasped, shocked. “Can I? I mean…?”
She sighed, shaking her head, expression exasperated. “Tommy,” she breathed, eyes shining fire, “of course you can. Come on, what do you think this is all about? I want you to show me. I told you before, we can do sex things.”
“You mean…?” I gulped, unable to utter the word.
“Sex?” murmured my aunt. “Fucking?” she added on a sigh.
The world fell away. I boggled, unable to comprehend she’d actually said it.
“You don’t have a girlfriend,” my aunt went on. She held my gaze as she shoved the briefs down to her shins. She continued to stare as she kicked them away. “You ever had sex, Tommy?” she finished.
I couldn’t speak. Not with everything swirling around in my head, insides in turmoil, erection pulsing.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” she challenged.
When I didn’t reply, my aunt shrugged and pulled a face. “All right,” she said, “no more fucking about. Take those trousers off, Tommy. Take them off now.”
It was odd but the sharp tone and fact she was an authority figure galvanised me. In response, I fumbled at the belt and button, and zip.
“Good Lord, that looks painful, Tommy,” my aunt quipped, smirk on her pink lips. “Bring it here. Let me take care of it for you.”
With my trousers and underwear at my ankles, I did the penguin-walk towards my aunt.
“Touch me,” Aunt Marion sighed. “My tits, Tommy. Play with my tits.”
I groaned when I felt her, my fingers squeezing her breasts as she curled her own digits around the swollen shaft of my hard-on.
“Let’s get you sorted out,” purred my aunt, her fist starting to work.
I gulped and looked down to where she was caressing my length. “Aunt Marion,” I groaned, focus back on her face.
“Yeah,” she drawled through a grin. “Nice, isn’t it, Tommy.”
I nodded, gasping and moaning.
“I’ll wank it out of you, baby,” she cooed. “If you put it in now, you’d come and I’d get nothing but a bellyful of spunk. This way we’ll get the excitement over with, Tommy. Then I’ll take you upstairs. That’s where I’ll show you what it’s like to fuck me. How does that sound?”
Her face was inches away from mine, expression rapt as she murmured the words, her hand working magic down at my cock.
“An afternoon in bed with me. Would you like that, Tommy? An afternoon fucking?”
I groaned her name again, hips working in involuntary jerks as I instinctively fucked at her fist.
“I’ll suck you as well,” continued my aunt. “I’ll show you everything, Tommy. Sex. You can do it with me. I could teach you how to love a woman.”
By then her action was urgent. I was gasping and grabbing her body. I mauled her big tits and squeezed her buttocks, moving in close in an attempt to slobber an inexpert kiss against her pink lipstick.
“Come,” Aunt Marion urged as she twisted away from the lunge. “Let it out, Tommy. Come for me, darling.”
The sense of release was divine when the goo first spat from my dick. It was sublime, the relief making me sob out the joy, semen spurting, gobbets of the stuff spattering onto the tiles. I moaned and thrust into Aunt Marion’s fist as she milked me of lust, her skin smeared with errant blobs of gooey ejaculate, a thick snotty rope of the stuff clinging to her pubic bush, her belly and thighs spattered and sullied.
I hear my aunt let out a yelp when the fountain gushed and the spunk hit her body. “Tommy!” she squeaked, still wanking my length. “There it is! Yes! That’s it, my lovely. God, darling, let it all go!”
It stopped.
She let me go, cock dripping spunk.
“Mucky bugger,” Aunt Marion said.
I surveyed the carnage, the mess on the tiles, the cum on her skin. I saw the glistening string decorating the dense hair at the junction of her thighs, the shock of it hitting me in another wave of surprise.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped in automatic response.
“For what?”
“For getting it on you,” I said. “The floor…”
“It’ll wash,” my aunt informed me. “It’s only spunk, Tommy.”
“But--”
My aunt cut me off by raising a hand. Like earlier, it was an authoritarian thing. Regardless of what had just passed between us it was an instinctive action for me to obey.
“Look,” Aunt Marion said. She rolled her eyes and let the hand drop. She paused, sighing as she fixed me with her stare. “You don’t have to worry about anything. What I want you to do is enjoy what’s going to happen. This is your day. I’ll clean up the spunk. Don’t you fret. You concentrate on what I’m going to show you.”
My aunt paused again, grinning before she added, “God, most lads would be choking to fuck me. They wouldn’t be worried about cum on the floor or getting it on me.”
Then, as I tried to make sense of it all, the obvious question popped into my head. “Why?” I asked. “Me,” I added. “You’re my aunty. Isn’t this bad?”
“So you don’t want to fuck me?” My aunt’s eyes were slits of suspicion.
Panic flashed through me. “No-no,” I said, blurting it out. “I mean, yes. ‘Course. You’re lovely. I was just wondering … I mean … I don’t know,” I gasped, running out of steam.
Aunt Marion moved in close. She came right in up to me so her breasts were touching my shirt. “Listen to me,” she said on a whisper. “I want this, Tommy. It’s complicated and I don’t have the patience to talk about it with you right now. Later, maybe, if you want to know things, we can talk. But,” she added, leaning in to gently kiss my cheek. “For now…” My aunt moved her head and kissed my other cheek before she posted her face right in front of mine. Her eyes grabbed mine. We stared. “What you need to do,” continued my aunt, “is to take your clothes off and come upstairs with me. We’ll have a cuddle, Tommy. We can kiss. You can touch me. And, then, when we’re both ready, when you’re big and lovely and hard…”
She paused once more, letting the moment sink in.
“Then we can do it, Tommy, my sweetheart. Forget I’m your aunt. Don’t worry about anything. If you want to put that cock inside me … If you want me to be your first … If you want to fuck me, Tommy…”
My erection was resurgent when my aunt placed emphasis on that word.
“Me and you?” I breathed, awed.
“Fuck yes,” muttered my aunt, eyes glazing over. “Me and you, Tommy.”
It was vague and hazy as I stripped out of my clothes. During a few minutes of disorientated action, I took off my clothes, left them in a heap on the stained kitchen floor, followed my aunt’s swaying hips up the stairs, my focus on her jiggling bottom until we reached the spare bedroom. Then, just at the threshold to the bedroom and my own sexual awakening, my aunt turned and pressed her glorious frontage against me. Then we kissed, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
“We’re going to fuck and we’re going to make love,” murmured my aunt. “I’ll show you the difference,” she added, taking my hand to lead me into the room.
I went, my head full of wonder.
*
I saw her suitcase at the foot of the bed.
“Huh-how long are you staying?” I stammered.
Aunt Marion chuckled. She shrugged and said, “Not a clue, Tommy.”
After that, she pulled me in for another kiss. My hands went to her waist as, recovering from the worst of the shocks, I made a clumsy attempt at returning the gesture.
“Nice and slow,” murmured my aunt when she broke away. “I know you’ll be randy and eager but try to keep calm. Take your time here, Tom. Don’t rush it, sweetheart. I promise you’ll be happy if you listen to me. Later, when you’re as old as me you’ll be grateful that I made you take it nice and gentle. This is a memory that’ll stay with you forever. This is your first time, my darling. This is going to be a memory for you.”
“I can’t believe it,” I said, croaking it out.
That made her laugh. My aunt grinned, nodding. “I bet,” she said, eyes shining with mischief. “Didn’t ever expect me to behave this way, did you?”
“No,” I breathed, eyes on her breasts. “Fuck, Aunt Marion, you’re fantastic.”
“You’re just excited because I’ve got big tits,” said my aunt, hefting her breasts with both hands.
“Yeah, but no, I mean…”
My aunt chuckled again, shaking her head. “Don’t try to explain it. It’s fine. Whatever you think of me, it doesn’t matter right now.”
“Are we really--?”
She interjected by nodding and placing a forefinger over my lips. “Yes, we’re really…”
My aunt kissed me again, guiding me by her example, her tongue flicking and slipping with mine. As the kiss rolled on, the lust surged again. I grabbed for her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples, my aunt groaning and sighing as I suckled at those elongated points of flesh.
“God, you’re really getting worked up,” Aunt Marion muttered.
I left her boobs alone so I could look at her face. “I … I want to fuck you,” I groaned, a hand pumping my hard-on.
“Leave that alone,” chided my aunt. She tapped my wrist, glaring at me. “I told you, Tommy, try to keep calm. It will all happen, but you have to be patient. I promise you’re going to lose your virginity with me today. But take your time. Don’t go galloping off or it’ll be over and done.”
“But you don’t understand,” I whined, cranking my dick.
She slapped my hand again, harder the second time. “Oh, Tommy, I do,” said my aunt. “Now, stop it. You just stop it now or I won’t take this any further.”
“But you have to,” I said, aghast.
“I don’t,” my aunt responded. She glared at me, fists on her hips, demeanour all about how stern she was and how much she meant it. “You want it, you do it the way I say.”
I let go of my dick when she hit the back of my hand.
“Ow!” I said.
“Good boy,” my aunt put in as she moved to the bed.
I watched as my aunt yanked back the cover. She looked at me. “Get in,” she said.
Anxious she’d renege on the promise if I didn’t comply, I clambered onto the bed.
“Lay out,” said my aunt with a sweep of a hand. “Lie down. On your back.”
When I did it, my aunt got onto the bed with me. She knelt, looking down at me while she slowly caressed my length.
“This is going to be so much fun,” Aunt Marion sighed. The way she said it made me think she was talking to herself rather than me.
“I want to do it, Aunt Marion,” I said, my focus on her large breasts.
My aunt nodded, preoccupied. “Yes,” she murmured, “me too, Tommy.”
Then, when her eyes cleared and she looked into my face, my aunt went on to say, “Promise you’ll love me. Promise you won’t ever be mean to me, Tommy.”
I didn’t understand what she was talking about.
“Your Uncle Mike,” my aunt continued when I didn’t respond. “He’s been sleeping with other women. That hurt me, Tommy. I can’t describe how it feels.”
After that moment of anguish, my aunt let out another sigh. Then she ducked in, hand still moving over my shaft as she kissed me with such tenderness I intuited just how to react.
I returned the kiss, stroking her body, palms gliding over her sweeping curves, skin like velvet under my touch.
“I … I love you,” I breathed, feeling emotion rising within.
“We’ll make love,” my aunt replied. “Lots of it, Tom. After today,” she added. “This could just be the start.”
Then we were kissing again, slow and soft at first until the passion flared and we started to gasp and grope.
My hands were full of my aunt as we wrestled, kissing as she moved me around until she was on her back and I was kneeling between her thighs.
“You ready?” she asked, fingers quick down at her sex.
I gawked at the scarlet flash of her core in among the thick pubic bush.
“I … I think so,” I stammered, anxious I would be enough of a man.
“Then get down on top of me. Hold yourself up. You know,” added my aunt, “like you’re doing a push-up.”
I moved as I asked, “But won’t I be heavy?”
Aunt Marion shifted around, her hand going to my dick. “We’ll figure it out, Tommy,” she said. “You’ll see, we’ll make it work between us.”
I tried to soak up all the details at once. I looked at her face, thrilled by the desire I saw. Then my focus went down to her breasts, the large orbs rolling and shaking as she squirmed beneath me, her fingers enclosing the shaft.
After that, I looked down to where she was holding my cock. “I don’t believe it,” I said, groaning the words.
“Just remember to try to stay calm. You’ll probably want to start right on fucking, Tom, so take care not to get carried away. When it first goes in, try to resist it. Don’t start off banging at me right from the off. Remember what I said about us doing this again. We can do it in different positions. We can try out all sorts, my darling. But, this time, since it’s your first, try to remember how it was. Nice and slow. Nice and gentle.”
I felt pressure at my dick when my aunt offered the dome to her body.
“All right,” she breathed, eyes on my face. “All you have to do is give a little push. It’ll just slide in.”
I paused, resisting the urge to plunge right in up to my balls. Emotion’s hit me when I looked up from where she held me poised at her opening. I looked at her face, an upsurge of tender love rising within. “Aunt Marion,” I said on a sigh. “I think I really do love you.”
I saw a smirk flicker at the corner of her mouth a second before her expression turned sad. “Oh, Tommy,” she sighed, the sound full of meaning. “Love can be so painful.”
On an instinct, I leaned in to kiss her mouth. I was gentle about it, keen to show I meant what I said. My aunt returned the kiss, her tongue sliding with mine as she gave a small shove, the heat of her molten embrace enveloping my cock.
Surprised, I broke away.
“You’re inside me,” Aunt Marion breathed. “You feel it, Tommy? That’s me. I’ve got you, my darling.”
My aunt held my hips with her calves. Her legs were folded at the knees and pressed against my flanks, a reminder that she didn’t want me to start fucking in and out of her body.
“Steady,” Aunt Marion added. “Easy. Take your time. Look at it, Tom. See where we’re together?”
I gurgled acknowledgment; attention set on where her dark tangle of hair swallowed my cock.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” whispered my aunt.
I complied, feeling like it was all a dram, like it was happening to someone else.
I saw caring concern behind her eyes when Aunt Marion asked, “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know,” I said, gasping it out. “I can’t believe it.”
My aunt nodded, crinkling her nose while she sucked her lower lip between her teeth. A moment later she was grinning as she said, “You can believe it, Tommy. I can feel you inside me. Trust me, sweetie, you’re definitely not a virgin now.”
“Am … Am I okay? I mean, is it big enough? Will it be all right?”
“Everything’s just as it should be,” my aunt replied. “You don’t need to fret. It’s going to be lovely, Tommy. Wait and see.”
With that, my aunt started to move. She gasped and glanced down to where her body was taking my cock, her fingers curled over my shoulders as she shunted her pelvis.
“There,” Aunt Marion said through a groan. “Feel that? Does it feel good? See how wet I am? That’s how a woman gets when she’s excited. You get hard, I get wet so I can take you inside me.”
I gasped, awed by the moment and the sensations as her velvet caress teased my length. “Aunt Marion, it’s so good,” I groaned.
“Slowly to start,” instructed my aunt. “You can move, too. But remember to keep it gentle for now. Look at me, Tommy. This is how it is if we’re making love. It’s about me giving you pleasure with my body. You do the same for me. It isn’t selfish or anything. Use your cock … Use your size to show me you love me.”
“I want to kiss you,” I said.
“Then kiss me. That’s another way to show love.”
I moved with my aunt, confidence growing as I grew accustomed to her body, the rhythm coming to me on instinct. It felt wonderful to be doing it with her. It was an entirely new experience for me. Similar to masturbating but also paradoxically nothing like it at all. With my aunt I was sharing the moment. Expressing love with my body.
“You can go faster whenever you’re ready,” Aunt Marion sighed after a while. “It’s gorgeous making love with you, Tommy, but I want to show you want it’s like to fuck. I mean like really give it to me. Use my cunt. Smash me with your big dick.”
The obscenity shocked me. Her use of the word hit me like a physical blow, the thrill of it sending a surge of urgent desire rushing through my core. It was also in the way my aunt had started to work her hips, her thrusting more urgent, her expression twisting into a grimace which I recognised as agonised ecstasy I was also starting to feel.
“Like this?” I asked as our bodies slap-thwacked together.
My aunt’s tits were rolling as I rutted into her sex. She was gasping and moaning, eyes glazed over as she concentrated on whatever it was she was feeling inside.
“Just like that,” she said through a grunt. “Fuck, yes, Tommy, just keep on doing it that way. It’s lovey, my darling. So fucking sweet…”
When I glanced down to the conjunction, I saw she was rubbing herself with the flats of her fingers.
My aunt’s eyes came open after I gasped, “What are you doing?”
“My clit,” she said, sobbing it out. “I’ll come … It’s like wanking, Tommy. I’m playing with myself where it feels good.”
“Aren’t I doing it right?”
“Yes,” grunted my aunt. “You’re doing it lovely. I’ll tell you about this later,” she added, closing her eyes. “Just let me get there. Just keep fucking me, Tommy.”
I left it alone, the sensations displacing any questions I had. It was all new to me, but I trusted my aunt. Whatever it was she was doing to herself I decided the explanation could wait.
“I love fucking,” I moaned, close to the surge.
I was still up on straight arms, using my cock on my aunt, her sex squelching and slick as the piston moved in and out. Despite the burgeoning urge to simply pound at my aunt, I realised through the mists of pleasure that if I altered the angles and speed of my thrusting it had an effect on the woman writhing beneath me.
I shifted position, moving so my aunt’s pelvis tilted and I could get deeper into her body. I groaned out, “Does it feel nice when I do this…?”
To which she gasped, “God, Tommy, yes … That’s in deep, my lovely big boy. Don’t keep going at me that way for too long…”
Aunt Marion groaned and closed her eyes. She gasped, mouth falling open as her eyes went wide, cords in her neck as stark as knife blades when she then grunted at me that she was close.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Her fingers were a blur, expression about her urgent, desperate need. “Coming,” Aunt Marion groaned. “Tommy, I’m going to come…”
The vehemence took me with her. Spurred by my aunt’s robust rubbing and her reaction, I worked at her sex, fucking at her while she went wall-eyed and the judders began. My aunt grunted and moaned, snorted, sobbed, and wailed out her joy. As it claimed her, I felt my own pleasure surge down at my root, all I had left after the previous milking at the hand of my aunt pumped from my cock, the rush of it making me moan.
Joined yet separate my aunt and I were both lost in our own private worlds. For me, it was bliss, an outrush of need, my first time letting go inside a woman. I felt my orgasm swell, clenching my teeth as I resisted the need. I was determined to prolong the gorgeous sensation of working my dick in and out of my aunt, but the biological impulse was too much to bear and the climax claimed me.
When coherent thought returned, I heard my aunt wheezing, “Tommy … Get off me…”
I was sucking in air, my full weight on top of my aunt. I gasped out an apology, heaving up off her before I rolled away.
Beside me, my aunt d****d a forearm over her eyes. “Oh, fucking hell, Tommy,” she said, taking deep breaths of her own. “You lovely, gorgeous boy,” Aunt Marion added through a chuckle. “You have no idea how good that’s made me feel.”
Without knowing just what it was I’d done to elicit such a response, I looked at me aunt. “Did I do all right?” I asked.
She chuckled again, the sound morphing into a delighted blurt of laughter as she took her arm from her eyes and her swivelled her face towards me. “Wonderful,” she sighed after a few seconds of staring. “Bloody gorgeous. I needed that, Tommy.”
With the heat off me and her gaze on my face, I felt embarrassment warming my cheeks. There was so much to process: she was my aunt, my own mother’s sister. We’d just had sex. Wasn’t that wrong? Could we get in trouble?
“You’re not angry, are you?” I asked.
I saw my aunt’s expression turn to a puzzled frown. She looked at me, moving onto a hip and an elbow before she hefted herself halfway upright. “Why would I be angry, Tommy? What made you ask me that?”
Her swaying breasts caught my attention, desire a tingle down in my cock.
With that little buzz tickling me, I managed to move my attention to my aunt’s face. Suddenly shy, I glanced at the bed. “Well, you’re my aunty. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Slipping across the narrow divide between us, Aunt Marion put a hand on my chest. “If anything, Tommy,” she murmured, “I shouldn’t have done it to you. I started it all. Remember? Down in the garden? That was all my doing. You don’t have anything to worry about. I promise you, Tommy, baby…” she added on a sigh, “…everything we just did, I wanted to happen. I loved it, sweetheart. You’re a good-looking lad…”
Her hand went to my dick, the jib still thick and large, stiffness only partly diminished.
“…And that’s a lovely cock.”
Aunt Marion gently squeezed and moved in to kiss my mouth. It was a soft, tender press of her lips to mine.
“I want us to do it again,” whispered my aunt. She held my gaze as the world and everything in it condensed to out own private bubble. “I can teach you things, Tommy,” she breathed. “Sex. Love. Beautiful, lovely, dirty things.”
Aunt Marion paused and kissed me again.
Then she finished with, “Would you like that, my darling?”
“Yeah,” I said, a hand going to her breasts.
*
Some weeks later…
I was in my bedroom when I heard a knock at the door.
*Yeah!” I called.
My mother’s voice called through, “It’s me. Can I come in?”
Unconcerned, I said she could. The door swung open.
“Passed all your exams,” my mother said as she walked in.
I nodded. “Yep.”
“Off to uni, then.”
She was at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips.
I felt a clutch of unease when I looked at her face. There was just something in her expression. “Uhm, yeah,” I said, far a greasy slide in the pit of my stomach.
“She’s downstairs,” my mother said.
Puzzled, I asked, “Who is?”
My mother smirked and rolled her eyes. It was a gesture which did nothing to dispel the anxiety I felt creeping up behind me.
“Marion, Tommy.”
In denial, I glanced away from my mother’s intense gaze. “All right,” I said. “So what?”
It felt like a bucket of ice-water when my mother said, “I know you’ve been fucking her.”
My world imploded. It couldn’t be true. My mother couldn’t know.
It wasn’t happening.
“Please,” I gasped.
“You’ve been fucking my sister,” my mother went on. “Your aunt. Do you know what that means?”
My guts felt loose and watery as I gawked in abject disbelief, my brain refusing to function.
As I boggled, my head full of fog, my mother moved around the bed.
“It means you’re a filthy pig, Tommy,” my mother continued.
I felt the bed dip when she sat down.
“A nasty, dirty boy,” my mother said through a murmur.
“Mum--” I gurgled before she cut me off.
“No, Tommy, don’t talk,” my mother said, the weight of her hand resting on my thigh.
I was under the cover, naked beneath the sheet and blanket.
“You’re not in trouble,” I heard her whisper.
My mother’s hand moved from my leg, her fingers slipping beneath the sheet. “I’m jealous,” she said, her hand on my cock. “My sister has all your attention. What about me? I’m your mother, Tommy. If you can do it with her…”
My cock swelled and went hard, reacting to my mother’s touch before my brain computed the scene.
“…you can do it with me,” my mother sighed.
As she worked her fist up and down my length, my mother also threw back the covers.
“God, Tommy, I’m damned for doing this, but I do want it with you.”
Then, stuck in the shock of the moment, I gawked at my mother as she ducked in to suck at the big dome.
Aunt Marion’s voice dragged my attention from where my mother was sucking my dick.
“You passed all your exams,” my aunt said through her smirk. “Here’s your reward.”
Naked and gorgeous, my aunt walked towards the bed.
“Poor boy’s in shock,” my mother said, her hand working my shaft.
“Speechless,” her sister replied.
“Come and give this a suck while I get out of my clothes,” my mother said, offering my cock to her sister.
My aunt clambered onto the bed, her fingers replacing my mother’s.
“I think you can handle the pair of us, Tommy,” Aunt Marion said.
Then, as my aunt slurped and slobbered over my cock, I gawked at the sight of my mother stripping nude. She was every bit as ripe and as full as her sister.
“Jesus,” I moaned.
“Dirty, nasty boy,” my mother grinned as she came to the bed.
Then my hands were full of her tits, her tongue in my mouth while my aunt moaned around her mouthful of cock.
End.
This was originally posted in May 2019. I hope it gives some pleasure.
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Ricky - Cambridgeshire, UK - 12 June 22
***
“She’s getting a divorce,” my mother said. “It’s gone wrong for her with your Uncle Mike. Be careful what you say. Don’t upset her … All right?”
I gave a half-shrug. “’Course,” I said.
My mother looked at me, brow furrowed, arms crossed, her whole attitude about how I might blurt something insensitive to her sister. In a careful, suspicious tone, she said, “Promise, Thomas?”
It was serious when she used my full first name. Other times I was Tom or Tommy but, when she meant it, when it was serious to her, I was Thomas.
“Yes,” I said, close to snapping it out. My mother’s constant worrying about tiny detail could be wearing at times and, not that I was unsympathetic towards Aunt Marion’s predicament, I had my own problems to deal with. Exams and girls being uppermost in my mind that August morning in 1978.
My mother’s face relaxed. “Good,” she sighed with a quick shake of her head. Then, bustling about the kitchen in her search for purse, cigarettes, lighter, and keys, my mother added, “You’ll be home early, won’t you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. One exam today.”
“Then she’ll be here when you get back this afternoon. I’ll be home about half-five.” Pausing, my mother fixed me with a stern look. “Make sure you don’t say anything stupid, Tom. You know,” she breathed, expression forlorn, “just be kind to your aunty.”
“Yeah, right,” I said, my mind moving towards that morning’s exam. My insides flipped at the thought of it, family problems displaced.
With her essentials in her handbag, my mother moved in close. “Good luck,” she said, pulling me in for a hug.
“Thanks,” I replied, suddenly grateful for her concern.
My mother broke away and grabbed her bag. “God, I’ll be late,” she gasped.
Then she was gone, leaving me to my own quick morning routine in which I slurped cereal, brushed my teeth and, in that pivotal time of life, worried about the forthcoming exam.
I left the house and made my way to the college along the usual route. I met with the lads, the small clique I’d grown up with. Our banter and horseplay were more subdued that morning. We had bigger things on our minds. Or at least a few of us did. I had concerns for my future, plans to fulfil, and was determined to do well in my exams. Not all my peers were of the same mind, but I had always been a diligent student. I wanted to get on with a good education so I could get a good job. I had ideas about engineering, maybe abroad away from what I thought of as dreary old England, although, being August, the morning was already promising another glorious day of sunshine.
The exam didn’t pose any problems for me, so, light in heart and tread, after a laugh and a joke with the lads, I went home for something to eat, and it wasn’t until I walked around the side of the house to the back door that I remembered Aunt Marion was coming to stay.
In fact, as it happened, I hadn’t remembered, the reminder came in her physical form as she lay on a towel she’d placed on the lawn in the back garden. It was the sight of acres of skin and her two-piece bikini which brought it all home.
As I walked around the corner of the house, my aunt sat up. She shaded her eyes with a salute, looking at me through dark lenses of her sunglasses. “Hiya, Tommy,” Aunt Marion trilled. “Your mum said you had an exam – how did it go?”
Surprised by her presence, I didn’t reply at first, my attention focussed on the arresting sight of my aunt’s sizeable breasts.
“Uh, yeah, I’m confident about it,” I managed to say.
After I said it, I recognised the catch in my tone. I’d been gawking at Aunt Marion’s breasts, the orbs large and full and rounded, their aesthetic appeal tugging my vitals in a way which brought lust up into my throat as my cock thickened and grew. At the same time, when I dragged my attention to my aunt’s face, I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. It was obvious to me from the smirk on her face that my aunt knew exactly what affect her body had on a horny young man thrumming with hormones.
The fire in my cheeks burned hotter when my aunt asked, “What’s up, Tommy? Are you all right?”
I struggled against the wild impulse to yank down my aunt’s bikini bra, desire a hot tide. Instead, embarrassed, I gurgled out, “Uh, yeah, just glad that exam’s over.”
With the knowing smirk still fixed to her lips, Aunt Marion nodded. “Many more to do?”
I couldn’t help it. My eyes went back to her tits. “Oh, just English lit and history,” I heard myself mumble. My voice came through vague and indistinct, my focus absorbed by my aunt’s boobs.
“Just the two to go, then?”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“You know I’m staying for a few days?”
I looked up to her face when she said it. “Yes,” I said. “Mum told me.”
My aunt’s hand dropped from where she’d been shielding her eyes. She asked, “Did she tell you why?”
The surge of lust had started to cool. I was more in control. “A bit,” I said. “Something about things between you and Uncle Mike.”
My aunt didn’t clarify the details. She just kept the dark lenses aimed at me as she leaned back to rest on straight arms, palms behind her on the towel.
The, she asked, “Got a girlfriend, Tommy?”
Another form of embarrassment reheated my face as I shook my head. “No, not right now.”
As I watched, my aunt’s mouth shifted into an expression of what looked to be surprise. “No? Really? A good-looking lad like you?”
I had an impression my aunt was teasing me, a response which only served to make me feel more awkward. “Exams,” I said, knowing how weak it was.
My aunt nodded. “Clever,” she said. “Focus on the exams. You don’t need a girl distracting you at such an important time, eh, Tom?”
The twin distractions inside her bikini bra became the sole focus of my attention again. “No,” I said. “Exams are important.”
“But you like girls?” Aunt Marion asked.
With sensations swirling down in the pit of my stomach, and acutely aware of my hard-on straining inside my trousers, I gulped down against the dark urges rising within. “Yeah. ‘Course,” I said.
A pause followed, the sunglasses masking Aunt Marion’s eyes while her ripe, voluptuous curves caused all manner of wildness inside me.
Then, after the pause in which time stretched elastic, the atmosphere between my aunt and myself felt suddenly charged. That abrupt shift came about because, her boobs swaying as she shifted her rump on the towel, Aunt Marion looked at me and said, “I was wondering, Tommy … Well,” she added after another pause. “If you think I’m attractive. I mean,” my aunt quickly went on, “if I wasn’t your aunt or anything … You know, would you fancy me, Tommy?”
I think my answer took us both by surprise. I wasn’t planning on saying it, the words rising from me unbidden while the candour in my statement made my aunt’s eyes go wide behind the glasses. On a croak, reckless with yearning and the need to masturbate, I heard myself mutter, “I think you’re lovely, Aunt Marion.”
Recovering quickly, my aunt smiled and said, “That’s nice to hear, Tommy.”
Stunned by my admission and confused by my body’s near overwhelming response, I swallowed heavily, thoughts of my bedroom and a hot, urgent, and much-needed masturbatory fantasy barging into my head.
“Uhm, I didn’t mean it to sound like it did,” I said, choking the words.
My aunt pouted, brow corrugating into a frown as she asked, “Oh, then how did you mean it to sound? I took it as a compliment. What’s wrong? Am I too chubby or something?”
Appalled at what I thought was a misunderstanding, but which I now realise was my aunt playing her game, I experienced a slide of anxiety down in my stomach. “No, I meant it, Aunt Marion. I do think you’re lovely. I just didn’t mean it to sound … Uhm,” I said, pausing as I grasped for the words. “I just didn’t mean it to sound like it was sexy.”
“I’m lovely but not sexy?”
In my naivety I had idea that the bitch was toying with me. I didn’t have a clue I was a source of amusement.
“You’re both!” I blurted, desperate for her to understand. “But you’re my aunt … You know?”
“I’m forty-four, Tommy,” murmured my aunt.
There was no trace of amusement when she said it, her tone and serious face conveying a quick shift towards what would be seriousness.
Not knowing how to respond to the random mention of her age, I gawked and shrugged one shoulder.
“I’m just saying,” my aunt went on. “I must seem ancient to you. You’re probably used to pretty girls with tight little bodies. Your old aunt can’t compete. I’m not as slim as I once was, you know. At my age…” My aunt paused and gave a half-shrug, chin tilting towards her chest as she surveyed her own frontage. “There’s a bit of spare flesh. More boob and bottom than when I was your age.”
I didn’t have the words to tell her how wonderful I thought she was. I didn’t have it in me to articulate how it felt to see her in the bikini, about how I wanted to squeeze her large breasts and suck on her nipples. I couldn’t stand in the back garden with the sun overhead, my aunt’s body covered by nothing more than the skimpy two-piece, her physical charm making my hormones sing while my libido roared and snarled.
Again, as I gawked, sensations swirling, carnal yearning an aching void in my core, I heard myself croak out a repetition of how I thought she was lovely. “I think you’ve got incredible boobs,” I said on gasp.
Another pause followed, my eyes on her body as the dark lenses masked whatever response my aunt had in her eyes.
Then, after what felt like an age, my aunt slowly nodded. “They’ve always had a lot of attention,” she said, tone low and clandestine. “If you want,” Aunt Marion added, “I’ll let you see them.”
Shock rolled over me in a hot wave. I gurgled a disbelieving, “What?”
“My boobs,” Aunt Marion said. She even gave a shimmy, making her breasts shiver and sway. I gasped as she added, “I’ll show you, Tommy.”
I couldn’t speak, not past the rise of lust log-jammed in my throat. “Aunt Marion,” I gasped, “would you really?”
I gawped as my aunt got to her feet.
Aunt Marion thrust her chin towards the house. “Inside,” she said. “I don’t want any neighbours to see.”
I followed her into the house when she moved past me. It was surreal, timeless and dreamlike. I was numb in my extremities. Everything was inside my head, even the bass lub-lub of my heart as my excitement surged.
“Come on,” encouraged my aunt from the back door. “You want to see or not?”
Galvanised into action by the impossible prospect of seeing my aunt’s breasts exposed, I trotted towards the back door.
“Good boy,” grinned my aunt, turning away.
I could have groaned with desperate need when I saw the bikini briefs flick as she walked, my attention locked on Aunt Marion’s buttocks.
In the kitchen, the room suddenly an alien landscape after being so familiar for all my life, my aunt turned to face me.
“Here you go, Tommy,” murmured my aunt.
She reached for the knot at the nape of her neck, pausing to remove her sunglasses with her free hand. With her eyes glinting with mischief, my aunt smirked and tugged at the string.
The bikini top slipped free to expose my aunt’s weighty orbs. “Ah, fuck,” I gasped.
“You want to touch?”
I boggled, pawing the front of my trousers.
“Come on,” my aunt invited. “Come and touch them, Tommy.”
My hands trembled as I moved to my aunt and reached for her boobs.
“Squeeze,” she whispered. “You can be rough. I like a man to be strong. Squeeze those tits, Tommy.”
Lust was an arterial burst when I felt the spongy-firm texture of Aunt Marion’s breasts. I groaned, cock pulsing as it leaked pre-cum not my underwear, my lips going to one nipple.
My aunt gasped and let out a yelp as I sucked at her teats. “Oh!” she cried, my mouth going from one nipple to its twin. “I didn’t say you could suck my tits, Tommy!”
“But I have to,” I groaned, wild with desire. “Please let me,” I gasped, hands full of her flesh.
I gabbed and squeezed, thrilled by abundance of female. I thought she was gorgeous, my aunt, warm and pliant, her body exposed. I wanted to lick her all over. I wanted to kiss her, to feel her skin and the warmth coming off her. I could smell her scent.
I wanted to fuck my cock into her body and flood her with cum.
“Bad boy,” I heard my aunt chuckle. There was no anger in the sound. I knew, on a distant, instinctive level that my aunt didn’t mind.
“You’re sexy,” I gasped, awed by her breasts.
“I’ve been told,” my aunt replied. “It’s usually my tits.”
I had my hands full of her breasts when she said it, flesh spilling over the cups of my palms and fingers.
“You like big boobs, Tommy?” purred my aunt.
“Yours,” I said, squeezing and groping.
Aunt Marion allowed me time to touch her body. She sighed and chuckled and told me I was a very naughty young man. “But I understand how you feel, Tommy,” she added. “How urgent it is.”
After she said it, she pushed me away, covering her breasts with her forearm and hand. I looked up from her boobs to her face. My focus going from the pink nail-polish and Uncle Mike’s wedding ring to my aunt’s face. She was looking back at me, a smirk on her face.
“If you calm down a bit,” said my aunt. “I’ll take off these bottoms. But,” she continued when I opened my mouth to blurt my desire, “you need to promise you won’t lunge, Tommy. I’ll let you see me all bare, but I want you to keep control of yourself. Don’t go mad and grab me.”
I gawked, feeling the weight of my hanging jaw as I took in what she’d said.
“If you can do that,” my aunt went on, “I’ll do things with you.”
Desire ballooned inside me. It was unbelievable. It was shocking. The transition from worry over exams to the scene in the kitchen had me almost floored with surprise.
In a gluey, time-slewed, surreal moment, I stared at my aunt, my own mother’s sister, mid reeling with the potential and disbelief as I croaked out a strained, “What things?”
Desperation for it all to happen was a leaden sinker plummeting into the pit of my stomach when I heard my aunt whisper, “Sex things, Tommy.”
I groaned and pawed at the front of my trousers, squeezing my cock.
“You’re mad for it, aren’t you?” murmured my aunt. She glanced at my hand and then looked into my face with her expression abruptly intent. “Randy, aren’t you, Tommy.”
I boggled and managed to croak, “Aunt Marion…”
With her gaze set on my face, her stare holding my focus, my aunt whispered, “Remember, keep yourself under control. I mean it,” she snapped, startling me with the vicious bite in her tone. “If you come at me, Tommy, I’m getting dressed and you’re never seeing this again. No looking at my tits again. No touching. Nothing.”
We stared at each other for what to me felt like an age.
Then Aunt Marion said, “You understand?”
It percolated through to the part of my brain still capable of coherent thought.
I nodded and tried to say yes, the word coming out as a dry gurgled croak.
The nod must have been enough because my aunt did the same. “Good,” she said. “I promise, Tommy, if you behave, you’re going to have a hell of a time. It’s going to be fun.”
Then, as I stared, the sensations boiling inside me, my aunt stepped back a couple of paces, hooked her thumbs into the waist of her bikini briefs, paused, smirked at me, and then shoved the briefs down to her knees.
*
It was 1978, the classic era for a full pubic bush. My Aunt Marion’s example was a thick, glossy pelt which drew my gaze and brought a groan of desire bubbling forth.
She looked at me, the smirk still present, elastic waistband digging into her flesh as she posed, fists on her hips. For me she was the single most magnificent sight of feminine loveliness I’d ever seen. Again, spurred by the desire raging inside me, I squeezed at my dick.
“I think you should get that out,” said my aunt.
It was a ridiculous thing for me to say, but I responded with, “In front of you?”
Aunt Marion blurted a laugh. “Of course, silly,” she said. “I’ve shown you mine, you show me yours.”
Excitement hitched in my chest. “Aunt Marion,” I gasped, shocked. “Can I? I mean…?”
She sighed, shaking her head, expression exasperated. “Tommy,” she breathed, eyes shining fire, “of course you can. Come on, what do you think this is all about? I want you to show me. I told you before, we can do sex things.”
“You mean…?” I gulped, unable to utter the word.
“Sex?” murmured my aunt. “Fucking?” she added on a sigh.
The world fell away. I boggled, unable to comprehend she’d actually said it.
“You don’t have a girlfriend,” my aunt went on. She held my gaze as she shoved the briefs down to her shins. She continued to stare as she kicked them away. “You ever had sex, Tommy?” she finished.
I couldn’t speak. Not with everything swirling around in my head, insides in turmoil, erection pulsing.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” she challenged.
When I didn’t reply, my aunt shrugged and pulled a face. “All right,” she said, “no more fucking about. Take those trousers off, Tommy. Take them off now.”
It was odd but the sharp tone and fact she was an authority figure galvanised me. In response, I fumbled at the belt and button, and zip.
“Good Lord, that looks painful, Tommy,” my aunt quipped, smirk on her pink lips. “Bring it here. Let me take care of it for you.”
With my trousers and underwear at my ankles, I did the penguin-walk towards my aunt.
“Touch me,” Aunt Marion sighed. “My tits, Tommy. Play with my tits.”
I groaned when I felt her, my fingers squeezing her breasts as she curled her own digits around the swollen shaft of my hard-on.
“Let’s get you sorted out,” purred my aunt, her fist starting to work.
I gulped and looked down to where she was caressing my length. “Aunt Marion,” I groaned, focus back on her face.
“Yeah,” she drawled through a grin. “Nice, isn’t it, Tommy.”
I nodded, gasping and moaning.
“I’ll wank it out of you, baby,” she cooed. “If you put it in now, you’d come and I’d get nothing but a bellyful of spunk. This way we’ll get the excitement over with, Tommy. Then I’ll take you upstairs. That’s where I’ll show you what it’s like to fuck me. How does that sound?”
Her face was inches away from mine, expression rapt as she murmured the words, her hand working magic down at my cock.
“An afternoon in bed with me. Would you like that, Tommy? An afternoon fucking?”
I groaned her name again, hips working in involuntary jerks as I instinctively fucked at her fist.
“I’ll suck you as well,” continued my aunt. “I’ll show you everything, Tommy. Sex. You can do it with me. I could teach you how to love a woman.”
By then her action was urgent. I was gasping and grabbing her body. I mauled her big tits and squeezed her buttocks, moving in close in an attempt to slobber an inexpert kiss against her pink lipstick.
“Come,” Aunt Marion urged as she twisted away from the lunge. “Let it out, Tommy. Come for me, darling.”
The sense of release was divine when the goo first spat from my dick. It was sublime, the relief making me sob out the joy, semen spurting, gobbets of the stuff spattering onto the tiles. I moaned and thrust into Aunt Marion’s fist as she milked me of lust, her skin smeared with errant blobs of gooey ejaculate, a thick snotty rope of the stuff clinging to her pubic bush, her belly and thighs spattered and sullied.
I hear my aunt let out a yelp when the fountain gushed and the spunk hit her body. “Tommy!” she squeaked, still wanking my length. “There it is! Yes! That’s it, my lovely. God, darling, let it all go!”
It stopped.
She let me go, cock dripping spunk.
“Mucky bugger,” Aunt Marion said.
I surveyed the carnage, the mess on the tiles, the cum on her skin. I saw the glistening string decorating the dense hair at the junction of her thighs, the shock of it hitting me in another wave of surprise.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped in automatic response.
“For what?”
“For getting it on you,” I said. “The floor…”
“It’ll wash,” my aunt informed me. “It’s only spunk, Tommy.”
“But--”
My aunt cut me off by raising a hand. Like earlier, it was an authoritarian thing. Regardless of what had just passed between us it was an instinctive action for me to obey.
“Look,” Aunt Marion said. She rolled her eyes and let the hand drop. She paused, sighing as she fixed me with her stare. “You don’t have to worry about anything. What I want you to do is enjoy what’s going to happen. This is your day. I’ll clean up the spunk. Don’t you fret. You concentrate on what I’m going to show you.”
My aunt paused again, grinning before she added, “God, most lads would be choking to fuck me. They wouldn’t be worried about cum on the floor or getting it on me.”
Then, as I tried to make sense of it all, the obvious question popped into my head. “Why?” I asked. “Me,” I added. “You’re my aunty. Isn’t this bad?”
“So you don’t want to fuck me?” My aunt’s eyes were slits of suspicion.
Panic flashed through me. “No-no,” I said, blurting it out. “I mean, yes. ‘Course. You’re lovely. I was just wondering … I mean … I don’t know,” I gasped, running out of steam.
Aunt Marion moved in close. She came right in up to me so her breasts were touching my shirt. “Listen to me,” she said on a whisper. “I want this, Tommy. It’s complicated and I don’t have the patience to talk about it with you right now. Later, maybe, if you want to know things, we can talk. But,” she added, leaning in to gently kiss my cheek. “For now…” My aunt moved her head and kissed my other cheek before she posted her face right in front of mine. Her eyes grabbed mine. We stared. “What you need to do,” continued my aunt, “is to take your clothes off and come upstairs with me. We’ll have a cuddle, Tommy. We can kiss. You can touch me. And, then, when we’re both ready, when you’re big and lovely and hard…”
She paused once more, letting the moment sink in.
“Then we can do it, Tommy, my sweetheart. Forget I’m your aunt. Don’t worry about anything. If you want to put that cock inside me … If you want me to be your first … If you want to fuck me, Tommy…”
My erection was resurgent when my aunt placed emphasis on that word.
“Me and you?” I breathed, awed.
“Fuck yes,” muttered my aunt, eyes glazing over. “Me and you, Tommy.”
It was vague and hazy as I stripped out of my clothes. During a few minutes of disorientated action, I took off my clothes, left them in a heap on the stained kitchen floor, followed my aunt’s swaying hips up the stairs, my focus on her jiggling bottom until we reached the spare bedroom. Then, just at the threshold to the bedroom and my own sexual awakening, my aunt turned and pressed her glorious frontage against me. Then we kissed, her tongue sliding into my mouth.
“We’re going to fuck and we’re going to make love,” murmured my aunt. “I’ll show you the difference,” she added, taking my hand to lead me into the room.
I went, my head full of wonder.
*
I saw her suitcase at the foot of the bed.
“Huh-how long are you staying?” I stammered.
Aunt Marion chuckled. She shrugged and said, “Not a clue, Tommy.”
After that, she pulled me in for another kiss. My hands went to her waist as, recovering from the worst of the shocks, I made a clumsy attempt at returning the gesture.
“Nice and slow,” murmured my aunt when she broke away. “I know you’ll be randy and eager but try to keep calm. Take your time here, Tom. Don’t rush it, sweetheart. I promise you’ll be happy if you listen to me. Later, when you’re as old as me you’ll be grateful that I made you take it nice and gentle. This is a memory that’ll stay with you forever. This is your first time, my darling. This is going to be a memory for you.”
“I can’t believe it,” I said, croaking it out.
That made her laugh. My aunt grinned, nodding. “I bet,” she said, eyes shining with mischief. “Didn’t ever expect me to behave this way, did you?”
“No,” I breathed, eyes on her breasts. “Fuck, Aunt Marion, you’re fantastic.”
“You’re just excited because I’ve got big tits,” said my aunt, hefting her breasts with both hands.
“Yeah, but no, I mean…”
My aunt chuckled again, shaking her head. “Don’t try to explain it. It’s fine. Whatever you think of me, it doesn’t matter right now.”
“Are we really--?”
She interjected by nodding and placing a forefinger over my lips. “Yes, we’re really…”
My aunt kissed me again, guiding me by her example, her tongue flicking and slipping with mine. As the kiss rolled on, the lust surged again. I grabbed for her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples, my aunt groaning and sighing as I suckled at those elongated points of flesh.
“God, you’re really getting worked up,” Aunt Marion muttered.
I left her boobs alone so I could look at her face. “I … I want to fuck you,” I groaned, a hand pumping my hard-on.
“Leave that alone,” chided my aunt. She tapped my wrist, glaring at me. “I told you, Tommy, try to keep calm. It will all happen, but you have to be patient. I promise you’re going to lose your virginity with me today. But take your time. Don’t go galloping off or it’ll be over and done.”
“But you don’t understand,” I whined, cranking my dick.
She slapped my hand again, harder the second time. “Oh, Tommy, I do,” said my aunt. “Now, stop it. You just stop it now or I won’t take this any further.”
“But you have to,” I said, aghast.
“I don’t,” my aunt responded. She glared at me, fists on her hips, demeanour all about how stern she was and how much she meant it. “You want it, you do it the way I say.”
I let go of my dick when she hit the back of my hand.
“Ow!” I said.
“Good boy,” my aunt put in as she moved to the bed.
I watched as my aunt yanked back the cover. She looked at me. “Get in,” she said.
Anxious she’d renege on the promise if I didn’t comply, I clambered onto the bed.
“Lay out,” said my aunt with a sweep of a hand. “Lie down. On your back.”
When I did it, my aunt got onto the bed with me. She knelt, looking down at me while she slowly caressed my length.
“This is going to be so much fun,” Aunt Marion sighed. The way she said it made me think she was talking to herself rather than me.
“I want to do it, Aunt Marion,” I said, my focus on her large breasts.
My aunt nodded, preoccupied. “Yes,” she murmured, “me too, Tommy.”
Then, when her eyes cleared and she looked into my face, my aunt went on to say, “Promise you’ll love me. Promise you won’t ever be mean to me, Tommy.”
I didn’t understand what she was talking about.
“Your Uncle Mike,” my aunt continued when I didn’t respond. “He’s been sleeping with other women. That hurt me, Tommy. I can’t describe how it feels.”
After that moment of anguish, my aunt let out another sigh. Then she ducked in, hand still moving over my shaft as she kissed me with such tenderness I intuited just how to react.
I returned the kiss, stroking her body, palms gliding over her sweeping curves, skin like velvet under my touch.
“I … I love you,” I breathed, feeling emotion rising within.
“We’ll make love,” my aunt replied. “Lots of it, Tom. After today,” she added. “This could just be the start.”
Then we were kissing again, slow and soft at first until the passion flared and we started to gasp and grope.
My hands were full of my aunt as we wrestled, kissing as she moved me around until she was on her back and I was kneeling between her thighs.
“You ready?” she asked, fingers quick down at her sex.
I gawked at the scarlet flash of her core in among the thick pubic bush.
“I … I think so,” I stammered, anxious I would be enough of a man.
“Then get down on top of me. Hold yourself up. You know,” added my aunt, “like you’re doing a push-up.”
I moved as I asked, “But won’t I be heavy?”
Aunt Marion shifted around, her hand going to my dick. “We’ll figure it out, Tommy,” she said. “You’ll see, we’ll make it work between us.”
I tried to soak up all the details at once. I looked at her face, thrilled by the desire I saw. Then my focus went down to her breasts, the large orbs rolling and shaking as she squirmed beneath me, her fingers enclosing the shaft.
After that, I looked down to where she was holding my cock. “I don’t believe it,” I said, groaning the words.
“Just remember to try to stay calm. You’ll probably want to start right on fucking, Tom, so take care not to get carried away. When it first goes in, try to resist it. Don’t start off banging at me right from the off. Remember what I said about us doing this again. We can do it in different positions. We can try out all sorts, my darling. But, this time, since it’s your first, try to remember how it was. Nice and slow. Nice and gentle.”
I felt pressure at my dick when my aunt offered the dome to her body.
“All right,” she breathed, eyes on my face. “All you have to do is give a little push. It’ll just slide in.”
I paused, resisting the urge to plunge right in up to my balls. Emotion’s hit me when I looked up from where she held me poised at her opening. I looked at her face, an upsurge of tender love rising within. “Aunt Marion,” I said on a sigh. “I think I really do love you.”
I saw a smirk flicker at the corner of her mouth a second before her expression turned sad. “Oh, Tommy,” she sighed, the sound full of meaning. “Love can be so painful.”
On an instinct, I leaned in to kiss her mouth. I was gentle about it, keen to show I meant what I said. My aunt returned the kiss, her tongue sliding with mine as she gave a small shove, the heat of her molten embrace enveloping my cock.
Surprised, I broke away.
“You’re inside me,” Aunt Marion breathed. “You feel it, Tommy? That’s me. I’ve got you, my darling.”
My aunt held my hips with her calves. Her legs were folded at the knees and pressed against my flanks, a reminder that she didn’t want me to start fucking in and out of her body.
“Steady,” Aunt Marion added. “Easy. Take your time. Look at it, Tom. See where we’re together?”
I gurgled acknowledgment; attention set on where her dark tangle of hair swallowed my cock.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” whispered my aunt.
I complied, feeling like it was all a dram, like it was happening to someone else.
I saw caring concern behind her eyes when Aunt Marion asked, “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know,” I said, gasping it out. “I can’t believe it.”
My aunt nodded, crinkling her nose while she sucked her lower lip between her teeth. A moment later she was grinning as she said, “You can believe it, Tommy. I can feel you inside me. Trust me, sweetie, you’re definitely not a virgin now.”
“Am … Am I okay? I mean, is it big enough? Will it be all right?”
“Everything’s just as it should be,” my aunt replied. “You don’t need to fret. It’s going to be lovely, Tommy. Wait and see.”
With that, my aunt started to move. She gasped and glanced down to where her body was taking my cock, her fingers curled over my shoulders as she shunted her pelvis.
“There,” Aunt Marion said through a groan. “Feel that? Does it feel good? See how wet I am? That’s how a woman gets when she’s excited. You get hard, I get wet so I can take you inside me.”
I gasped, awed by the moment and the sensations as her velvet caress teased my length. “Aunt Marion, it’s so good,” I groaned.
“Slowly to start,” instructed my aunt. “You can move, too. But remember to keep it gentle for now. Look at me, Tommy. This is how it is if we’re making love. It’s about me giving you pleasure with my body. You do the same for me. It isn’t selfish or anything. Use your cock … Use your size to show me you love me.”
“I want to kiss you,” I said.
“Then kiss me. That’s another way to show love.”
I moved with my aunt, confidence growing as I grew accustomed to her body, the rhythm coming to me on instinct. It felt wonderful to be doing it with her. It was an entirely new experience for me. Similar to masturbating but also paradoxically nothing like it at all. With my aunt I was sharing the moment. Expressing love with my body.
“You can go faster whenever you’re ready,” Aunt Marion sighed after a while. “It’s gorgeous making love with you, Tommy, but I want to show you want it’s like to fuck. I mean like really give it to me. Use my cunt. Smash me with your big dick.”
The obscenity shocked me. Her use of the word hit me like a physical blow, the thrill of it sending a surge of urgent desire rushing through my core. It was also in the way my aunt had started to work her hips, her thrusting more urgent, her expression twisting into a grimace which I recognised as agonised ecstasy I was also starting to feel.
“Like this?” I asked as our bodies slap-thwacked together.
My aunt’s tits were rolling as I rutted into her sex. She was gasping and moaning, eyes glazed over as she concentrated on whatever it was she was feeling inside.
“Just like that,” she said through a grunt. “Fuck, yes, Tommy, just keep on doing it that way. It’s lovey, my darling. So fucking sweet…”
When I glanced down to the conjunction, I saw she was rubbing herself with the flats of her fingers.
My aunt’s eyes came open after I gasped, “What are you doing?”
“My clit,” she said, sobbing it out. “I’ll come … It’s like wanking, Tommy. I’m playing with myself where it feels good.”
“Aren’t I doing it right?”
“Yes,” grunted my aunt. “You’re doing it lovely. I’ll tell you about this later,” she added, closing her eyes. “Just let me get there. Just keep fucking me, Tommy.”
I left it alone, the sensations displacing any questions I had. It was all new to me, but I trusted my aunt. Whatever it was she was doing to herself I decided the explanation could wait.
“I love fucking,” I moaned, close to the surge.
I was still up on straight arms, using my cock on my aunt, her sex squelching and slick as the piston moved in and out. Despite the burgeoning urge to simply pound at my aunt, I realised through the mists of pleasure that if I altered the angles and speed of my thrusting it had an effect on the woman writhing beneath me.
I shifted position, moving so my aunt’s pelvis tilted and I could get deeper into her body. I groaned out, “Does it feel nice when I do this…?”
To which she gasped, “God, Tommy, yes … That’s in deep, my lovely big boy. Don’t keep going at me that way for too long…”
Aunt Marion groaned and closed her eyes. She gasped, mouth falling open as her eyes went wide, cords in her neck as stark as knife blades when she then grunted at me that she was close.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Her fingers were a blur, expression about her urgent, desperate need. “Coming,” Aunt Marion groaned. “Tommy, I’m going to come…”
The vehemence took me with her. Spurred by my aunt’s robust rubbing and her reaction, I worked at her sex, fucking at her while she went wall-eyed and the judders began. My aunt grunted and moaned, snorted, sobbed, and wailed out her joy. As it claimed her, I felt my own pleasure surge down at my root, all I had left after the previous milking at the hand of my aunt pumped from my cock, the rush of it making me moan.
Joined yet separate my aunt and I were both lost in our own private worlds. For me, it was bliss, an outrush of need, my first time letting go inside a woman. I felt my orgasm swell, clenching my teeth as I resisted the need. I was determined to prolong the gorgeous sensation of working my dick in and out of my aunt, but the biological impulse was too much to bear and the climax claimed me.
When coherent thought returned, I heard my aunt wheezing, “Tommy … Get off me…”
I was sucking in air, my full weight on top of my aunt. I gasped out an apology, heaving up off her before I rolled away.
Beside me, my aunt d****d a forearm over her eyes. “Oh, fucking hell, Tommy,” she said, taking deep breaths of her own. “You lovely, gorgeous boy,” Aunt Marion added through a chuckle. “You have no idea how good that’s made me feel.”
Without knowing just what it was I’d done to elicit such a response, I looked at me aunt. “Did I do all right?” I asked.
She chuckled again, the sound morphing into a delighted blurt of laughter as she took her arm from her eyes and her swivelled her face towards me. “Wonderful,” she sighed after a few seconds of staring. “Bloody gorgeous. I needed that, Tommy.”
With the heat off me and her gaze on my face, I felt embarrassment warming my cheeks. There was so much to process: she was my aunt, my own mother’s sister. We’d just had sex. Wasn’t that wrong? Could we get in trouble?
“You’re not angry, are you?” I asked.
I saw my aunt’s expression turn to a puzzled frown. She looked at me, moving onto a hip and an elbow before she hefted herself halfway upright. “Why would I be angry, Tommy? What made you ask me that?”
Her swaying breasts caught my attention, desire a tingle down in my cock.
With that little buzz tickling me, I managed to move my attention to my aunt’s face. Suddenly shy, I glanced at the bed. “Well, you’re my aunty. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Slipping across the narrow divide between us, Aunt Marion put a hand on my chest. “If anything, Tommy,” she murmured, “I shouldn’t have done it to you. I started it all. Remember? Down in the garden? That was all my doing. You don’t have anything to worry about. I promise you, Tommy, baby…” she added on a sigh, “…everything we just did, I wanted to happen. I loved it, sweetheart. You’re a good-looking lad…”
Her hand went to my dick, the jib still thick and large, stiffness only partly diminished.
“…And that’s a lovely cock.”
Aunt Marion gently squeezed and moved in to kiss my mouth. It was a soft, tender press of her lips to mine.
“I want us to do it again,” whispered my aunt. She held my gaze as the world and everything in it condensed to out own private bubble. “I can teach you things, Tommy,” she breathed. “Sex. Love. Beautiful, lovely, dirty things.”
Aunt Marion paused and kissed me again.
Then she finished with, “Would you like that, my darling?”
“Yeah,” I said, a hand going to her breasts.
*
Some weeks later…
I was in my bedroom when I heard a knock at the door.
*Yeah!” I called.
My mother’s voice called through, “It’s me. Can I come in?”
Unconcerned, I said she could. The door swung open.
“Passed all your exams,” my mother said as she walked in.
I nodded. “Yep.”
“Off to uni, then.”
She was at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips.
I felt a clutch of unease when I looked at her face. There was just something in her expression. “Uhm, yeah,” I said, far a greasy slide in the pit of my stomach.
“She’s downstairs,” my mother said.
Puzzled, I asked, “Who is?”
My mother smirked and rolled her eyes. It was a gesture which did nothing to dispel the anxiety I felt creeping up behind me.
“Marion, Tommy.”
In denial, I glanced away from my mother’s intense gaze. “All right,” I said. “So what?”
It felt like a bucket of ice-water when my mother said, “I know you’ve been fucking her.”
My world imploded. It couldn’t be true. My mother couldn’t know.
It wasn’t happening.
“Please,” I gasped.
“You’ve been fucking my sister,” my mother went on. “Your aunt. Do you know what that means?”
My guts felt loose and watery as I gawked in abject disbelief, my brain refusing to function.
As I boggled, my head full of fog, my mother moved around the bed.
“It means you’re a filthy pig, Tommy,” my mother continued.
I felt the bed dip when she sat down.
“A nasty, dirty boy,” my mother said through a murmur.
“Mum--” I gurgled before she cut me off.
“No, Tommy, don’t talk,” my mother said, the weight of her hand resting on my thigh.
I was under the cover, naked beneath the sheet and blanket.
“You’re not in trouble,” I heard her whisper.
My mother’s hand moved from my leg, her fingers slipping beneath the sheet. “I’m jealous,” she said, her hand on my cock. “My sister has all your attention. What about me? I’m your mother, Tommy. If you can do it with her…”
My cock swelled and went hard, reacting to my mother’s touch before my brain computed the scene.
“…you can do it with me,” my mother sighed.
As she worked her fist up and down my length, my mother also threw back the covers.
“God, Tommy, I’m damned for doing this, but I do want it with you.”
Then, stuck in the shock of the moment, I gawked at my mother as she ducked in to suck at the big dome.
Aunt Marion’s voice dragged my attention from where my mother was sucking my dick.
“You passed all your exams,” my aunt said through her smirk. “Here’s your reward.”
Naked and gorgeous, my aunt walked towards the bed.
“Poor boy’s in shock,” my mother said, her hand working my shaft.
“Speechless,” her sister replied.
“Come and give this a suck while I get out of my clothes,” my mother said, offering my cock to her sister.
My aunt clambered onto the bed, her fingers replacing my mother’s.
“I think you can handle the pair of us, Tommy,” Aunt Marion said.
Then, as my aunt slurped and slobbered over my cock, I gawked at the sight of my mother stripping nude. She was every bit as ripe and as full as her sister.
“Jesus,” I moaned.
“Dirty, nasty boy,” my mother grinned as she came to the bed.
Then my hands were full of her tits, her tongue in my mouth while my aunt moaned around her mouthful of cock.
End.
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