Last week I spent the night fucking my own aunt. I would never have even thought of such a thing under normal circumstances. What happened was so wild and crazy, I still can't quite believe it.
I'm a woman's clothing buyer for a major department-store chain. I was in New York on a buying trip, and the sales rep for a large clothing manufacturer took me out to dinner. I was staying in an expensive suite they supply to their out-of-town customers, and when the rep dropped me off in front of the hotel, he told me he had sent a gift to my room.
I didn't need his conspiratorial wink to tell me what would be waiting for me there. This wasn't my first such gift, and while I had never told him anything about my tastes, I guess he had his ways of finding out what I liked and didn't like. So when I entered the suite, I just took off my coat and headed straight for the bedroom. I knew there would be an older woman with ample assets there, sitting or lying in the middle of the bed and showing me everything she had. I wasn't disappointed. But I certainly didn't expect to find my Aunt Lydia, my father's half-sister, there!
I'll say this for that classy lady, she certainly handled the situation with far more cool and aplomb than I did. She acted like she was sitting in my mother's living room drinking tea and making small talk instead of lying naked on my hotel room bed. All she said was, "Don't I get a hug, Dougie boy?"
Hey, my aunt wasn't the only one in an embarrassing position. Here I was, a married man, rushing into what might as well be a honeymoon suite (there was a mirror in the bedroom ceiling and everything), dick in hand so to speak, to enjoy the night with a sexy call girl. But this! Trying to cover up just how flustered I really was, I leaned over the bed to wrap my arms around Aunt Lydia. But she had no intention of making things that easy for me. Her arms went around my neck and she pulled me down on the bed on top of her, her delighted laughter filling the room.
"Aunt Lydia!" I gasped, struggling to sit up and unfortunately grabbing a handful of pillowy tit in the process.
"Oh, quit being such a prude, Doug," Aunt Lydia scolded me, releasing the hold she had on my neck and instead using one hand to press my hand all the more firmly about her breast. "I'm all paid for, so why not enjoy yourself?"
"Because you're my aunt," I argued, sitting up and reclaiming my tingling hand, but making no effort to actually get off the bed. Aunt or no aunt, my body was beginning to respond to her charms and the heady scent of her perfume. She just pulled me to her again and tried to cradle my head on her boobs. She was breathing pretty hard, and I couldn't help noticing that her nipples stood out an inch or more from the caramel-colored areolas that topped her heavy breasts. I resisted enough that we were just face to face instead of head to boobs.
Staring me straight in the eye, Aunt Lydia shook her head. "No, I'm not. Not tonight. Tonight I'm a working girl, fulfilling her obligation to a client. Fucking you will be all in a day's work for me." I had heard such things before from my other "gifts", but somehow her voice wasn't quite as convincing as theirs had been.
Reaching out for me, my aunt stroked the bulge in my dress slacks. She gave me a knowing little smile when she felt how aroused I was. In a tone that was obviously meant to soothe and relax me, she crooned, "Who's to know, Doug? There's no sense in spending the night alone, is there? This is just between you and me."
I didn't answer, fighting an inner battle with the arousal I felt being alone in a hotel room with a woman whose body so perfectly satisfied all my fantasies. I let Aunt Lydia undo my tie, then my shirt. Her gentle fingers caressed my chest, and her fingertips swirled around on the tiny nubs of my sensitive nipples, arousing them until they were actually sore. No woman had ever been patient enough to do that for me. At last I surrendered to my feelings.
My fingers sank into the firm globes of my aunt's bare and beautiful tits. My slacks came undone at last, and she fisted my pulsing cock in her hand. Leaning over my lap, she engulfed my whole erection in the warm wetness of her sucking mouth.
My cock head bumped against the back of her throat as my aunt pushed her lips down and down until they touched the crinkle of my pubic hair. I stroked her long, soft raven hair and her creamy back and shoulders, savoring all the delicious sensations her experienced lips and tongue were providing me. At last her fingers tantalized my balls as the first contraction of my prostate sent a huge glob of cock cream to splatter against the back of my aunt's throat. Her mouth quit its bobbing and locked in on the flared ridge of my spewing cock head, so it felt like she was really and truly sucking my creamy load out of my cock like a drinking straw in a soft drink.
When I was finally empty, Aunt Lydia raised her head. The pink of her tongue came out and licked all the gleaming residue from her wide, generous lips. She lay back on the bed and opened her legs wide for me. It tickled me to see that her thick pubic hair was trimmed into the shape of a heart.
I didn't understand what she had in mind. My aunt's bush was soaking with her juices, and I moved my head down to her creamy thighs. I was on the verge of burying my face in her crotch when a restraining palm to my forehead stopped me cold.
"Clients do not go down on their whores," she told me in a completely different voice. Playfulness had been replaced by bitterness. "Don't you know that, Dougie boy? Men don't want to eat where many, many cocks have been before them."
My response brought a new light into my aunt's cat-green eyes as I brushed her hand away from my head. "You are not a 'working girl' tonight. You're my sexy date and I want to taste your delectable pussy." She said something else, but I ignored it and went straight down on her.
My aunt tasted and smelled fresh. My tongue licked her soft inner flesh, my taste buds savoring the tangy drops of her juices. Teasing her clit just a little gave me a new supply of Aunt Lydia's nectar to enjoy. I lapped it all up eagerly.