All those engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.
I recently received a comment saying my stories sound like they're written by someone "old".
I have to admit that I'm older, but not quite "old". For you see, we all age, which is inevitable, but getting
old
happens in your mind. The comment made me wonder if I'd missed the memo stating that only the young are permitted to write smut. I had meant for this to be finished in time for the Summer Lovin contest, didn't happen, maybe next hear I'll have another story to enter.
Summer Luvin
Pulling into Bob's Burger's in my 1937 Ford pickup I noticed it was a fairly slow night. With fourteen parking spaces only six were filled, as warm as it was for late May I thought more folks would be out for ice cream. The truck was mostly original with a 60 hp V-8 and little chrome due to the fact it was ordered by my great-granddad as a farm truck. I acquired it when my pa died. He'd been going to restore it since forever but never viewed it as a priority, I wanted to buy it in my teens, he would have nothing to do with that idea. When he died none of the other siblings wanted that * old piece of junk* as they called it, I was more than happy to assume ownership.
Mother had succumbed to pneumonia when I was nineteen, it didn't take six months before my mom's younger sister Martha was sleeping in the old man's bed. When he died two years later she had nowhere else to go and I didn't mind the fact that she wanted to stay. She was more than willing to cook, clean and do laundry in exchange for somewhere to live. I was 21 working full time at the feed mill, she had the money pa left her and didn't want anything from me other than food and shelter. Why would I turn down an offer like that?
I think the old man knew he was gonna kick off sooner rather than later, he had set up an account with ten grand in it for Martha that she knew nothing of until he died. With the help of lawyer's he divided up all he owned to be distributed upon his death, the two older kids got large amounts of cash, I received a smaller amount and the home farm. My siblings were happy with the will, they lived in the city and wanted nothing to do with the farm, on the other hand I wanted the place and didn't much care about the money. With the crop land leased I would make almost as much in a five-year period as they received total, it covered taxes and everything else with cash left in the bank at years end.
I got used to Martha walking round in different states of dress and undress, though I wasn't attracted to her, for a fifty one year old she could still hold her own. I especially liked seeing her when she got up to use the bathroom early mornings, her little shorty tee covering her breasts but not much else and her signature tight skimpy panties hiding what I was sure to be a bald pussy.
I'm not necessarily a bald pussy guy but seeing that camel toes every couple of week's caused me to wonder what it looked like sans the panties, which I had the chance to find out, but only once. It occurred when I was in my early twenties, she had been dating a guy her age and seemed to be content in the relationship. On a stormy night I was half awake after an exceptionally loud clap of thunder when my door opened, next thing I knew Martha was getting into bed with me, naked, completely naked, sliding next to my body wrapping her arms around me. I pulled back.
"Aunt Martha????"
Her response was not only subtle, it was succinct, "Be quiet, just do what your cock tells you to do."
We kissed and groped, I sucked her meaty nipples and slobbered all over her breasts as I kissed down her body. Imagine the grin on my face when my lips skipped across her bare shiny mound to the top of her slit. I opened the fold over her clit with my fingers and lapped at her clit like a kitten at a saucer of milk. As her breathing increased along with the constant Uh's and "oh my's" her abdomen began to slowly rise, soon her hips were bucking and her hands were clenching the sheets. Speaking in a husky voice as her body began to relax she whispered in my ear, "Fuck your auntie, I need a young cock."
I obliged, as I slowly opening her legs I kissed the vulva again only to have her slap the top of my head.
"Stop it, get busy and screw me, I need this Boyd."
I moved forward, rubbed my dick up and down a few times and pushed forward into her vagina. I didn't go balls deep on the first stroke, after the first few strokes it seemed as though she suddenly opened and swallowed my dick. I was pushing the entire length into her with every stroke, it felt wonderful to me and she must have liked it as well because her hips continually raised to meet mine. The first time was fast and needy, we only went about ten minutes before she started to yell and I dumped a load inside her pulsating pussy, it just kept sucking and sucking. Or should I say it felt like that?
An hour later we woke and began the second round, it was slow and deep probably lasting double the length of time as the first, the second time was about leisurely grinding out a massive orgasm for both. I couldn't get over the fact that she had come in my bed intending to fuck me, she was like a tigress that needed to be tamed. When I awoke at six she was nowhere in my bedroom, after relieving myself, washing the smell of sex off my body and dressing I made my way to the kitchen where she was at the table slurping her coffee.
Looking up she smiled, "Coffee is ready, oatmeal in the pan. I'll make some toast."
When I'd finished eating I sat back and looked at her, "Aunt Martha," which was all I got out before she held her hand up to stop me.
"Last night was a once and only once occurrence Boyd. I'm dating Charlie and he's good in bed but is only good for once a night, I wanted to be screwed by a young man one more time before I committed to a long term relationship with him. It was once Boyd, but I must say it was good, your aunties private parts are sore and swollen to say the least."
I wanted one more thing, "Aunt Martha I wasn't able to see your shaved beaver in the dark, would you let me see it now?"
She sat pondering and then smiled, "No, but I'll let you look at her tonight after I shower. Fair enough?"
That night after showering and changing into her night time clothes she sat next to me on the couch, raising the blanket that covered her legs I smiled, greeting my eyes was a glistening waxed pussy. When I reached to touch it she stopped my hand.
