A quick scene where Simon's Aunt Lucy makes a bold move. It's a fun piece and, as such, I've disabled voting and public comments because I can't be arsed with the trolling and bullshit.
Anyway, this is basically unedited because I don't have much time beyond the actual keyboard time. Please forgive any typos and errors that remain in the text as a result.
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GA - Cambridgeshire, UK - 1 April 21
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It was the kissing that worked on me. I couldn't quite believe what was happening as she slowly moved in close, the heat coming off her body, the deep crease between her large breasts a magnet for my eyes in the seconds before her lips touched mine.
Then, a second or two after first contact, she pushed the kiss into forbidden lands by slipping her tongue into my mouth.
My cock was well ahead of my brain as I tried to work out what was going on. It thickened and grew, hard in an instant, my aunt's soft murmur sending a burst of illicit desire rushing through me.
She was wearing a light summer dress, scooped at the neck, the top two buttons unfastened, the view magnificent when she walked into the garden, a smirk twisting her lips, eyes covered by sunglasses while a wide-brimmed hat put her face in the shade.
My hands moved without me thinking about it. Not that I was capable of coherent thought, not in those first seconds, it was too shocking, so unbelievable that my mother's sister was kissing me with such heat and passion that all mental function had ceased for the time being. Instead, I worked on instinct, her big tits heavy in my palms as I snogged and groped, gasping with shock and desire while I mauled her breasts through her dress.
She chuckled when the kiss broke, stepping back a pace as she removed her sunglasses and the smirk broadened.
I felt lust like a physical blow, a punch to my stomach when she said: "Mmm, so, you want to see them?"
With a sense of the surreal on me, I gawked, too stunned to move or utter a word.
"I think you do," my aunt went on trough a low drawl. "I think you like these big tits."
It was another shock to hear her say it, another layer of disbelief rolling over me when she let the sunglasses drop to the grass, fingers going to the buttons.
"Aunt Lucy," I gasped, staring at her.
She had one hand inside the dress like she was about to scoop one breast out of the bra. "Uh-huh?" she said, pausing. "What?"
I saw her expression cloud over as I said: "What are you doing?"
Through a sneer, my aunt replied with: "He doesn't look at me anymore. He doesn't touch me. I'm lucky if he fucks me once a month..."
Her use of the f-word sent my mind reeling. My aunt never swore, in fact she made a point of saying how despicable she thought profanity was. I'd heard her say it a hundred times: "Swearing shows a lack of intelligence. If you have to resort to bad language, your vocabulary needs broadening."
But, there she was, devilment flashing behind her eyes, the crudeness on her, her hand inside the dress where it looked to me like she was about to expose herself.
And, dear God, those tits. Yeah, she was my own mother's sister, but I'd certainly noticed the boobs before.
In response, again, with thoughts and impressions tumbling inside my head, all I could manage was to gurgle her name.
"So, I decided I'm not having that any more," Aunt Lucy said. "I'm not putting up with it. I found out why he's been neglecting me, Simon. Let this be a lesson to you for the future. When you marry - if you do. Don't ever piss your wife or girlfriend off. This is revenge."
It percolated through that she must be talking about her husband, my Uncle Steve.
Questions tumbled, crowding in one after the other in a confusing rush. "But-" I said.
"No," my aunt put in, cutting me off. "Don't talk. Not now. I want this. Don't you dare say anything to put me off."
She paused, gazing at me as I gulped down on the shock.
"Just tell me one thing, Simon," Aunt Lucy went on, "and forget I'm your aunt. That doesn't mean anything. Not now. Not here like this. All you have to do is either nod or shake your head..."
I swallowed hard again, a vague notion my legs were shaking, hands trembling, a huge, life-altering moment rushing at me like a snarling monster out of the dark.
Then, in what was almost a whisper, Aunt Lucy asked: "Well, basically, do you fancy me, Simon? Am I attractive to you?"
A sound came out of me like dirty water sucked down a drain as I nodded at her.
It was another vague impression because my head was still spinning, but I thought I saw relief in her face after the nod.
Aunt Lucy's head canted towards one shoulder, her eyes holding my gaze. Then she hefted her breast, the hand still inside the bodice of her dress. "You like boobs?"
I felt a tingling throughout my body and limbs. It was all so unreal, like an out-of-body experience or drugged or living through a third-party's eyes and experiences.
Then I felt a strange weight and realised I was nodding.
My aunt grinned wider, expression vulpine. "So, you want to see these big tits?"
I groaned, my own hand going to the ridge in my board-shorts in an involuntary gesture when she scooped the first one free.
"Oh, well, look at you," she muttered, something feral shifting in her expression.
By then my aunt had them both exposed, large, creamy breasts cantilevered over the bra and the front of the dress, my attention set on the saucer-sized areolae and fleshy nipples, the pimples of what I'd later learn were Montgomery glands upraised, the pale discs puckered, teats long and thick with her own arousal.
"Come here, I want to kiss you again," Aunt Lucy sighed.
She moaned when I felt her bare breasts for the first time.
"Uh-huh, be firm. They won't break," she added.
Then we were kissing, the spongy-firm texture of her breasts setting a surge of illicit desire surging through me while, as we snogged and I groped tit-flesh, my aunt unzipped my shorts and hauled forth an erection which made her gasp and break away from the kiss.
"God, this is so fucking hard," Aunt Lucy muttered, attention down at my cock.
She was stroking the length, squeezing gently as she caressed it, wedding ring glinting, the big jewel on the engagement and eternity rings sparkling while she jacked at my dick.
"I'm going to suck it," Aunt Lucy informed me, expression all about hunger. "You're going to fuck me," she added, hand working faster.
I groaned and ducked into suck her breasts, licking and slurping at her nipples as she let out a dark, curdled chuckle.
"Uh-huh, someone's excited," Aunt Lucy said.
"Uh, I want to do it," I gasped in a rush. "Aunt Lucy ... Fuck ... I don't believe it."
We stood that way for as long as it took for her to milk me of my first spitting climax. Out in the garden at the rear of the cottage my aunt shared with her husband and my two cousins. It was Sunday afternoon. July. Another hot day in a long series where the sky was pure and high and blue, tanlines on my aunt's skin showing where her bikini had covered her breasts, the eroticism of her being so exposed to my hungry eyes enhanced because of that contrast. We kissed, slobbering and sucking in our combined and desperate need. She wanked at me and I fucked into her fist, sometimes sucking those elongated teats while she moaned and muttered absolute filth at me.
"Yes, come on, show me the hot stuff," Aunt Lucy murmured, eyes flashing fire. "A lovely, healthy boy like you should be able to keep that gorgeous cock hard after you've come."
She paused in the talking, eyes on where her hand was working my size as I gasped and shifted my hips in the unconscious action of fucking.
"You're close," Aunt Lucy added, sighing it out. "I can tell. Look at that shiny-fucking-cock. God, your cock's leaking so much. That's it, Simon, show me. Let's get this nasty stuff out of you and then I'll take you to bed."
Bed...? My Aunt Lucy's bed...?
I moaned and mauled her tits.
I felt the surge start to boil when my aunt murmured: "You want to fuck me? Huh? Do you? You want to put this into me, Simon? I'll let you. I'll open my legs for you, sweetheart. Your Uncle Steve doesn't want to fuck me. But you can. What do you think? Want to fuck your aunt's wet cunt?"
Cunt, she said 'cunt'.
The excitement got me, especially when I heard that obscenity come out strained through Aunt Lucy's clenched teeth. I grunted, hips in spasm as the first flick of snotty goo burst out of the eye in the bulb.
My aunt yelped when it burst forth, gasping and squealing in what I took to be delight while she kept on wanking at me until I was drained, spunk glistening blobs on the grass.
