Aunt Rae was lying on the floor of her lounge, casually running her fingers slowly through the large pool of my cum which was beginning to dry on her tanned, smooth midriff. Her shirt was open and the nipples very erect on her small breasts. I dropped to the floor next to her from my position astride her.
I had just launched a stream of heavy cum onto her naked torso, taking less than a minute of jerking-off over her as she encouraged me. Rae absolutely loves watching men cum and the feeling of their hot semen on her skin, and regularly asks me to jerk off over her, sometimes on her tummy and breasts, sometimes on her face, every now and then on her cunt or back.
Bob, she said, is away on business next week. Sometimes I give him a treat -- I indulge him by bringing a stranger home..
My heart skipped a beat and my semi-hard cock twitched. I waited for her to continue.
I know you're interested, Rae said, turning her head to focus her deep, indigo eyes on mine. Would you like to watch?
Fuck. Yes. I said. How does it work? How does Bob watch?
Rae nodded to what I assumed to be a small security camera in the corner of her lounge ceiling.
Lots and lots of those. They're everywhere.
What? I said, startled, you mean..?
Rae chuckled. He can only watch when the cameras are enabled, and I do that via an app, she said, nodding to her phone, abandoned a few feet away as she had struggled out of her jeans a few minutes earlier.
Bob, Rae continued, gets an alert when I enable them, and that's when he knows to start watching, wherever he is and whatever he's doing, no matter the time, he finds a way. He controls pan and zoom, and he can hear audio and record the whole thing to his laptop. He has quite the collection.
I swallowed loudly. Wow.
Rae grinned. So, if I were to give you access to the cameras too, say tomorrow night, would you be interested?
Oh God, yes. You know how exciting I find the idea of watching you fuck, I blurted, breathing heavily.
I can see that you do, she said, twisting her body and taking my cock -- rock hard again -- into her mouth.
12 hours later I was laying on Rae's bed, watching admiringly as she tried outfits in front of the wide floor to ceiling mirror.
She had asked my view on various dresses and ignored me every time but seemed much more interested in my opinion of her underwear.
Needs a guy to tell me what a guy sees, she said.
We narrowed it down, gradually, more slowly than it needed to be, if I'm honest, to two sets of expensive French lingerie. One in black -a lacy, balcony bra and high-cut French knickers, the other in white, less lacy, strapless bra and tiny thong.
The thong. I said, finally. It's invisible under the dress.
We had already ruled out stockings, to my slight disappointment, as the dress she had chosen, a very tight dark green mid-thigh that fitted her like a glove, plunging neckline and exposed back and shoulders, showed the belt, straps and buckles too clearly.
Some mystery needs to remain, Rae had said, smirking.
Plus, she continued, I might be dancing, and suspenders are annoying when you get on the dance floor.
It's getting late, I said, eager for Rae to be out and looking for her date for the night.
Rae glanced at her slim gold watch, the bracelet loose on her wrist. She nodded and quickly put the finishing touches to her hair, which was up and pulled tight from the nape of her neck in a simple ponytail, and her subtle makeup which included a very dark red lipstick and light mascara.
Well?
Rae twirled on the spot for my benefit.
Stunning, I said, and meant it. She was making me tremble with excitement just watching her prepare.
Now remember, she said, collecting her small handbag and coat as I walked her to my car, opening the passenger door for her -- remember you must NOT move the cameras or change focus. Bob will know someone else is doing it, and I don't want that now. Secondly, don't come back here, as I don't want you falling asleep and still being here when I get back. Go home and wait for the alert on your phone -- OK?
As I slipped the car into drive and pulled away, I nodded -- got it.
Trust me, she said with a huge grin on her face, you'll enjoy it if Bob's reaction is anything to go by. He is hard for days after.
I grinned back. I have no doubt, I said, that I'm going to enjoy it.
I took Rae as close to the upscale pedestrianised area of town as possible and she opened the door, exiting more slowly than necessary to make sure I got a great look at her ass, then turning to blow me a kiss before shutting the door and walking confidently towards a bar famous for its champagne cocktails. Rae didn't look back as I drove away.
Partly as a distraction, I spent the first couple of hours at home in my room, door locked, arranging my gaming chair and projector, which threw a 4k video stream to fill one entire wall, so that there was no intrusion between me and the image I had moved my desk out of the way and checked dozens of times that I could log into the camera website and see the icons where the streams would be when Rae enabled them, fiddling with my projector focus so that the picture was sharp and fitted the white wall precisely, edge to edge.
I routed the audio from the cameras through to my high-quality, noise cancelling wireless headset and played some porn to make sure it all worked well. I couldn't believe I'd never watched porn like this before -- it was amazing. I realised a little too late that my curtains were open and hoped that none of the neighbours had shared the experience with me, and, slightly bashfully, pulled them tight.
When the phone app pinged, I was recovering from a big orgasm a few minutes earlier as I'd jerked off over my favourite slideshow of pictures of aunt Rae, some very compromising, some simply bikini or beachwear, some dressed to the nines. I really was obsessed with the woman.
I picked up the phone instinctively and then realised that the cameras had started streaming in a minimised browser window.
Quickly shutting the porn site and maximising the cameras, I stood and made sure my bedroom door was locked -- a 10 foot video of my aunt being fucked on my bedroom wall might be hard to explain to my parents -- and then threw my clothes to the floor and sat, naked, in my chair, headset on and laptop on the table text to me.
The hallway camera showed the front door open, and Rae entered, slowly, leading an older, handsome man, probably in his early 50s, by the hand.
I was a little surprised at the age of the guy, but had to admit he was good looking and, from what I could see, in good shape. He was tall and had thick, carefully arranged blonde hair with silver streaks.
Rae shut the door behind them and the man reached down, his hand on the nape of her neck, and kissed her gently, to which Rae responded passionately, having to stretch despite the height of her heels. I noticed how taught and toned her calves looked as she did so.
I was stroking my cock, slowly, as Rae slid to her knees in front of him, not breaking eye contact as she quickly released his belt and unbuttoned his suit trousers, pushing them down to his thighs.
Fuck, I thought, they've been in the house less than a minute and she's going down on him.
I realised she was speaking and turned the volume up.
...just to be sure it really does taste good...not a one-off...
My God -- she's already blown him some time this evening.
Rae, ever considerate of her audience, turned him, her hands on his hips, so that a perfect side-on view was presented to the camera. Just as she did so, we zoomed in close,
Bob had obviously come online.
Rae stood and bent at the waist -- I loved when she did this -- her legs completely straight, slightly parted for stability, and cupping the guy's balls with her left hand, pulled his cock from his boxers and took it in her mouth.
He was big -- in length I think we were about the same -- but his thickness was something to behold. His cock looked like a coke can, and we zoomed in closer so we could clearly see Rae's lips stretched thin, her right hand not even halfway around it as she took as much as she could, her cheeks moving in and out to match the rhythm of her hand and mouth as it slid down his shaft and back to the tip.
We zoomed out a little and panned across, zooming in again on Rae's ass as her husband manipulated our view.
Bob knew what to look for -- I could clearly see Rae's ass cheeks clenching and relaxing as she bent a little further each time she slid down his shaft, then returned to her starting position, again and again. I could hear him breathing hard and Rae moaning in her throat.
My cock twitched in my hand as Rae reached up momentarily with both hands, took hold of his and placed them firmly on the back of her head, where his fingers immediately twisted into her hair.
Rae, panting, took her mouth off his cock for a moment, a long string of drool and pre-cum stretching between her lower lip and the tip of his cock.
Fuck my face, said Aunt Rae.
You can't do it too hard.
Use me.
She bent again and took his cock back into her mouth.
I paused for a second, mid-stroke. Rae was very explicit with me, but she had never said anything like that, this was an even more debauched aunt than the one I knew.
I loved it though, and was soon stroking my cock again, my shaft sticky from previous cum and from a new flow of pre-cum.
The guy, clearly something of a gentleman, was pushing gently against Rae's face, pulling her softly toward him with each stroke.
Rae let his cock slide from her mouth again, panting harder now, having to pause for a second before speaking.
No. You don't understand. You cannot fuck my face too hard, it's impossible. Let go, use me to cum. It's what I want you to do. Ram it into me.
With that Rae took him into her mouth again,
After a moment's hesitation, the man took a proper hold of Rae's head, twisting his fingers deeper into her hair, her ponytail gripped in one fist, and started to fuck her face.
