Aunt Emily

None of my aunts were hot.

So when uncle Jack said he was gonna bring home his new girlfriend, I pictured some forty year old lady with glasses and decent cooking skills.

Turns out my imagination was slightly inaccurate.

By "slightly" I mean "completely."

By "inaccurate" I mean "plain wrong."

See... Uncle Jack is a forty year old dad. He has the dad bod, the dad jokes, the dad car.

So it was hard to picture him with someone who... you know? Didn't look like a mom.

And the only way Emily could be described as a mom was if it came right before the letters I, L and F.

I had to be told she was in her late thirties, and even then I didn't believe it.

She didn't look a day over thirty. My original guess would have been late twenties.

She had thick dark hair and the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen (Not that I'd seen that many, being 19 and all). But it wasn't her looks or her youth that drew me in... it was something about her mouth.

She had a way to purse her lips, a way to run her tongue by them, a way to bite them...

I didn't know what it was.

I couldn't put my finger on it for the longest time.

Until I got hard in the middle of the night and jerked off picturing her lips around my cock.

Yeah, yeah... she's my aunt in a way, I'm aware. No need to shame me.

It's not like I planned this, thought it over and added to my schedule, you know? April 27th, touch myself picturing aunt Emily gagging on my pre-cum... that's not how it happens.

You just wake up.

You just happen to be hard.

You just reach out and touch it.

You just have a brain that hates you.

You just can't keep out the images of aunt Emily in a bikini asking to ride you, and then moaning all night through her beautiful lips.

So I was hot for her. Clearly.

Nothing I could do about it except for the ocasional wank.

I was 19 and extra horny, I just needed time and I'd grow out of it, I was sure.

I turned 20. I was still jerking off in aunt Emily's honor.

I turned 21. We spent that summer in my uncle Jack's beach house and there was a lot of aunt Emily in a lot of tiny clothes. She did this thing once (when she thought there was no one around) where she got out of the ocean and wrapped a towel around her body so she could remove the wet bikini and put on some dry clean shorts.

I was watching from inside the house. I am not a perv, alright? Chill, for fuck's sake. I was just waiting for my friends and when I looked out the window I just happened to see this outrageously hot woman wrapped in a towel. When she kicked the bikini bottoms out to grab the shorts, my brain understood what was happening. No... not my brain... Let me rephrase: my cock understood what was happening.

She was naked.

Under the towel.

Just her pussy and that's it.

That got me hard.

I wondered if she shaved down there.

That got me harder.

I turned 22. I wasn't a virgin anymore. Happened right after that summer. Then I was a man who knew that actual pussy was so much more fucking fun than your hand.

I turned 23.

I turned 24.

It had been five years and I was still religiously beating it off and picturing aunt Emily. I'm not proud to admit this but at one point I even pictured her while fucking a girlfriend.

It was a little obsession.

It wasn't going away, but it was under control.

Or so I thought.

Then Christmas happened.

I'm not gonna bore you with the details. The bits you need to know are: We were all going over to uncle Jack's place, which was in a different city from where most of the family lives. I left college a bit earlier and was the first one there.

Uncle Jack was out getting... I have no clue. Take a guess. Beer? Maybe.

Aunt Emily opens the door and she wasn't expecting anyone for at least a couple of hours. This is obvious cause she is wearing some gym clothes and still doing house chores.

"If you were on your way to the gym, I don't mind waiting by myself" I tell her.

"No, I was just gonna do some yoga in the living room."

Oh, fuck yes.

She is wearing the tightest yoga pants ever conceived in modern times. I wouldn't mind pretending to watch tv while she stretches. Would give me some nice material for later on, when I'm flying solo.

"Are you hungry?" fuck, yeah, auntie, what's on the menu? "You wanna get something to eat before everyone gets here?" I can think of something.

She opens one of the kitchen cabinets and tries to reach out for whatever. But she is not tall enough so she needs to stretch her whole body to try. She is lean and fit as fuck. There's not a whole lot I wouldn't do if it meant I could lick her.

She has her back turned and I know I am making a face as I try to convince my body not to lust for her right now. I move my mouth like I'm trying to bite my own teeth but I can't help staring at her ass.

"Can you give me a hand? It's that bowl in the back" she asks.

I get closer and put a greedy arm around her.

Fuck it.

I know there's like a million different ways to get a bowl on the top cabinet without grinding your aunt, but my brain remembers none of them right now.

Her ass is right there and I don't rub my cock on it cause I still have boundaries, even though I'd want for nothing else. She tenses up in my arms as my hand is on her stomach. I get the bowl and she immediately pushes me away.

"Tommy... stop" she whispers in a coy tone.

"What?"

She looks at me like she wants to say you know what, but doesn't.

However, I do know what.

Hands off, Tommy.

Back to looking.

She starts making me some sandwich that I don't remember asking for, but I probably did. I just have a technical delay going on between my brain and everything else for the time being.

We get to polite chit chat. She asks me about college, about my job, about... girlfriends. And I swear she almost sounds a little too interested in this last bit.

But I must be mistaken.

She turns away and I am so thirsty staring at her ass in those damn yoga pants that I tilt my head to the side and everything. She bends to pick up something she dropped and the damn pants cover her pussy like it's paint and not fabric. I can see her lips and slit.

I tilt my head harder. My cock wakes up so aggressively that my hips move a little.

I have an unescapable daydream of ripping her pants off and fucking her ass through whatever whole I can make in it.

She turns back and catches me staring.

Catches me drooling.

"Tommy, stop" she says.

"What?" I try to save it with an innocent smile that would fool no one.

She walks closer and points her finger right at my nose.

"You know what." She says it this time "Stop it."

She has this delicious perfume. It smells of mistake and bad choices. But I don't fucking care.

"What did I do?"

Emily looks like a stern aunt who would pinch your cheeks if you dare misbehave while your parents are away.

"What did I do?" I try again.

"The same thing you've been doing since you were 19" she calls me out on being a horny perv "But you're a grown up now and I'm your aunt. It's not funny."

I should apologize.

I really should.

But all I can do is chew my lips and stare at her until I can't help it anymore and my eyes drop to her cleavage.

Emily sighs and walks away like I'm hopeless. Good move. She is probably right.

When she walks into the laundry room and away from my sight, my conscience starts punishing me.

She is my aunt.

Uncle Jack is a nice dude.

What the fuck was I even going for?

I follow her to apologize.

"Aunt Emily look... I'm sor..."

Listen: My plan was to be a good guy and apologise.

It's not my fault that before I even get a chance to finish my sentence... chaos followed.

The laundry is small and narrow. Emily bends over putting some clothes in the washer as I walk in, in a way that makes her ass shamelessly press up against my cock. It's not an innocent rub. She was committed to bending over with a lot of clothes in her hands so when her ass goes up, and goes up in a kick: like I have her on all fours and she is slamming back at me.

I am only a man and even though I did go in there to apologize, the movement triggers an automatic reflex and my hands go up to her hips.

This is when our little dance happens:

I try to back up, but the room is too fucking narrow and the wall is right behind me.

She tries to stand up, but I had my hands on her hips so she decides to move away instead. Which, at this point, just means she bends over again.

So I try to side step it to get out of the laundry room.

But as I do that, she decides to stand up no matter what and leave as well. So I end up ramming into her, like I'm trying to fuck her ass in the laundry room.

"Tommy!" she gasps.

"Sorry... here..." I hold her by the waist to move her one way while I go the other.

It would have been a good exit strategy, if we both weren't so slow about it.

Her ass rubs tightly against my cock like I was trying to paint it with a brush. Slow and steady. I feel her thighs and the little gap between them, my hands go lower by instinct... my thumbs almost to her ass.

And then she moans.

My touch gets more urgent.

She moaned.

I'm sure she did.

So instead of walking away, I grab her hips and slide her back all the way so I can dry hump her.

"Tommy..." she says and I think she'll tell me to stop. But instead, she lets out another little moan that makes the hair on my nape go up.

I know how to move my hips just right to make a woman forget how to speak. I hump auntie's ass pushing her cheeks closer to my cock so I can rub myself in there.

She gasps and moans.

"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop." I whisper.

She doesn't say a word.

The room is silent excepts for our combined shallow breathing.

She tries to get back up, but I put a hand over her spine, keeping her bent over.

I spent five years looking at this ass from afar. I slide my hand down feeling it in my fingers, grabbing and clawing in such a way that would make 19 year old Thomas really proud.

What else did he want to do?

What else did he want to see?

Well, he wanted to fuck her, of course. He wanted to find out if she shaved her pussy. He wanted a blow job... he was a greedy little fucker who wanted it all. But let's start small.

"Take your top off" I bite my words.

"Are you for real?" her voice shakes in a combination of fear and excitement.

"You said it yourself. I've wanted this since I was 19. Take it off" and this is where I push it too hard. By the way she was moaning and saying my name I could tell she was into it. But there is a line between wanting to cheat on your husband with his nephew and actually cheating on your husband with his nephew.

Aunt Emily was still unsure. My touch on her ass becomes light, slowly traveling down in an erotic caress until I reach her pussy, pressed tightly against the yoga pants. I slide my finger, teasing her flesh still protected by lycra, feeling her warm.

That's when aunt Emily becomes sure.

Feeling her nephew's finger in her slit (fingering the warmth between her thighs which is a testament to how turned on she is) is too much and her brain, who seemed to be quiet in the past two minutes, screams at her to stop.

"No, Tommy, stop" she stands, pushing me back. She is so flushed there are spot of red going all the way down her neck.

She leaves the laundry room in a hurry and I hear the door banging when she leaves the house. I don't have a fucking clue where the hell she is going to to, but I guess she doesn't trust herself to be around me right now.

I try to relax, but if I couldn't stop thinking about her before, now it's considerably worst.

I wash my face with cold water.

I slap myself around a little like a boxer before a match.

Nothing works.

Not even uncle Jack coming back. Not even the whole family arriving.

Emily gets back to the house half an hour after the first guests are already there. Still in those fucking yoga pants.

"Where were you?" uncle Jack asks.

"Last minute errands" she says, her eyes avoiding mine like I have some kind of eye-transmitable disease.

She runs up to shower and change.

And now I'm thinking about her in the shower.

Thomas, what the fuck is wrong with you!

Enough, right? She is not the only woman on the planet.

Yeah, but I really really want her.

I am all fidgety and absent minded while my family talks and cheers. I guess it's a blessing when something feels wrong with my contact lenses and I have a reason to excuse myself.

The guest bathroom is occupied so I have to...

No, that's a bullshit excuse. I could wait for the bathroom to be free like a normal person. Instead, I walk up to the main bath, jumping two steps at a time.

Maybe she is just out of the bathroom and I'll catch a glimpse?

I don't hear the shower running anymore, so I knock on the door.

"Aunt Emily? Can I come in? I need to check my contacts and the bathroom downstairs is occupied. I'm sorry, but something really hurts."

She has a look of rage in her eyes when she opens the door. Like she would never believe my innocence in a million year, no matter what a jury of my peers would say.

"Make it fast" she purses her lips.

I don't walk in.

I just stand by the door for a second because she is wearing nothing but a towel and since she is still wet from the shower, I'm having flashbacks to that afternoon at the beach house.

There's nothing under that towel.

Just her pussy.

Just her tits.

I could rip that out of the way and fuck her.

"Thomas?" she growls with an unfriendly tone.

"Yeah" I snap out of my daydream and get in. She doesn't close the door behind me but she doesn't leave it open also. It's barely ajar.

Maybe she is just trying to protect her own half naked body from anyone passing by. Or maybe she wants us to have some privacy.

"We gonna talk about it?" I say, after I washed my face and checked my contacts.

"No" unyielding, somber and stern. Those fucking pursed lips though.

Fuck, I never wanted a woman to give me head so bad.

"Ok" I look around and there are no towels except for the one she is wearing.

She sighs, noticing the same thing I did.

"Just be quick about it" she shrugs.

I reach out for the bottom part of the towel she is wearing and dry my hands there. It's an exercise in self-restraint because she is naked and my fingers keep brushing her warm legs as I try to dry them.

Granted: I am drying them a little too much. I made sure every finger gets attention at least once, and then my palms... going slowly up the wrists.

"They're dry" she says.

We stare at each other in silence for long seconds. There is so much sexual tension I can feel the air crackling with it. Like one deep breath and I'd get electrocuted by it.

"When was the last time you were fucked by a twenty-four year old?"

"That's inappropriate" she says, but her voice fades half way through the word.

"Mhm, when?" I insist "Cause you know we can go all night, right?"

"Thomas."

"Not Tommy anymore?"

"Your hands are dry" she repeats the only sentence she can quickly think of.

"Yeah, I just need to dry my face next" I say, not taking my eyes away from hers as I push the door shut.

She holds her breath.

I wait for her to tell me to stop.

She doesn't.

I get down on my knees and she takes a step back so nervously she slams herself against the wall. I take the towel from her body as if was on a hanger on the wall. She holds it close while I dry my face in it, poking it open just enough to get a glimpse of the skin underneath.

A lot of what happens in sex has to do with communication. Words, explicit consent, talking dirty, sexy banter... What happens between me and aunt Emily in that bathroom though, is something beyond words.

It's just a look.

Me looking up. Her looking down.

It's just a silence.

Me waiting for her to stop me. Her not doing that.

It's just a smile.

Mine, as I understand she wants this. Hers, as she tries to pretend she doesn't.

It's just a touch.

That final touch.

Mine, tugging on the towel to get it out of the way. Hers, letting go.

The towel drops to her feet and she is naked.

And by God she is everything I dreamed of.

There is something about older women... their bodies seem to know sex better than her younger friends. They seem to unintentionally know what a man needs to be turned on and exactly how to get them there.

Effortless.

"You shave" I whisper over her pussy, giving it a light kiss.

"Yeah, your..." she stops herself mid sentence.

My uncle likes it this way.

That's what she was gonna say.

Good man. Good taste.

I'm afraid she'll remember him and back off again so I let my tongue slip in just enough to get her to moan.

"Tommy, we shouldn't."

"Oh, but we should."

"Someone will catch us."

"We'll be really quick."

I get up and lock the door before pulling her close.

"Jack... I can't... I shouldn't."

"It will be so quick" I promise "It won't even count as cheating."

I kiss her neck, playing with her tits and she grabs my shirt.

"Yeah?" she gasps.

"Yeah" I moan, low and deep "We both want this too bad, so let's just get it out of the way." I say, making a trail of kisses from her neck all the way down her chest "If we do it quick, no one will know. No one will care." I get to her nipples and I grab one with my teeth.

"Oh-ok" she is biting her lip to keep herself from screaming "But you have to be super quick, ok?"

Oh, thank you, God.

I unbuckle and pull my zipper down, freeing my cock. I really wanted head. I really wanted a handjob too.

But there really isn't much time until someone comes looking for us.

I hold one of her knees, bringing it up and I bury my cock in her tight pussy.

Uncle Jack, you lucky fucking bastard.

Her pussy wraps around my dick like velvet. Warm, moist, delicious velvet.

I close my eyes and thrust so deep my balls are slamming against her ass while she squirms up the wall.

Her moans are getting dangerously loud, so I need to put my fingers over her mouth.

"Shh, you're gonna have to be quiet."

She nods but two seconds after that, her moaning are going wild again.

Fuck.

She is loud, isn't she?

She is one of those women who moan really good and cum screaming your name. She is biting her lower lip so violently it's turning white, doing the best she can to keep quiet but I don't think she'll last.

That's not good.

"You're gonna have to be a good girl, hm?" I slam into her really good feeling the tension building up in my balls "You're gonna have to keep quiet for me."

She nods again but I have no faith she'll succeed.

Fuck, I wanna hear her scream.

But that's an ambition for another day.

Right now I'm just burying my face in her tits and fucking her so hard she'll go to dinner with a limp.

She orgasms with her head tilted back against the wall and heavy eyelids closed shut.

I get really fucking close to following her, but if this is gonna be my only chance I wanna enjoy it a bit more.

It takes a lot of discipline to bring yourself down from an imminent orgasm, specially when you're laying a hot woman down on a sink to suck on her tits, but I'll be damned if I down nibbles on these fucking things until they are covered in my spit.

I slow fuck her. I take so long eating her tits then she starts to get worked up again.

"Thomas, you said you'd be fast" she complains "Please, just cum."

"In a minute" I growl, still feasting on her tits.

It doesn't take long for her to match my energy. She is close to climax again, pushing her own hips towards my cock so I can fuck her harder and deeper.

More.

And more.

And more.

Until she breaks.

It's so beautiful watching her cum. And twice.