Aunty Paula and I Have Sex

My Aunty Paula came to live with us after she separated from her deadbeat husband, he was totally weird, and she had had enough.

I didn't mind her living with us; she used to take me horse riding when I was a teenager and there was a trampoline in one of the barns that I was allowed to use.

We got on well and eventually she moved out into a rented house, just up the road from the pub I used to hang out in.

Sometimes I would call in on her on my way back from the pub, if her living room lights were on.

I would bring a small bottle of cider for her as she couldn't get down to the pub, due to having two kids. Babysitters were scarce where we lived, out in rural Cambridgeshire.

She enjoyed the company and so did I, I didn't have a girlfriend, they were in short supply too and I was not that confident around females...yet.

One Friday night, the kids weren't there, things had thawed between her and the ex, to the point where they could stay at his place for one weekend a month.

It was early summer and the weather was set to be gorgeous for several days.

"What are you up to this weekend?" Aunty Paula asked, sipping on her cider.

She had been sunbathing in the backyard all afternoon, she looked like she was developing a tan and was wearing a yellow Kaftan,

Sitting with her legs crossed, the silky material had ridden up her leg and exposed a firm thigh, shaped and defined by years of riding horses.

For the first time ever, I felt a twinge of lust. I always knew she had a great pair of tits and a cute arse, I had just accepted that as part of who she was, but on this evening, I momentarily saw those assets in a different light...I put it to the back of my mind, labeling them as errant thoughts.

"Tomorrow I'm going fishing out at Cranbourne Lakes, see if I can catch an enormous Carp"

This was true, I liked the solitude of Carp fishing, and the rewards when it all went well were worth it.

"I have never been there, what's it like?" she asked.

"Great, some of the swims are set up for those who like to fish overnight, hedges around them, so you can camp and get some shelter". I replied.

"Are you night fishing?"

"I'm going up there late morning, getting set up to fish into dusk...that's the plan anyway".

Paula looked thoughtful and said "I'd like to come up with you if that's OK? I like being beside the water and maybe I can sunbathe while you fish. It's so nice to have the kids over at Dave's, I can do exactly what I like for once!"

"OK, I'll pick you up at 11 tomorrow morning then".

With that, I left and walked the half mile back home.

Next day, I picked Aunty Paula up in my trusty Mini, my first car and my ticket to freedom.

I had only been driving for a couple of months and still got a real buzz out of going wherever I pleased.

Paula was wearing the Kaftan again; I got another twinge as the fabric clung around her breasts as a small gust of wind blew the yellow material against their profile.

I thought I caught sight of a jutting nipple and then caught myself and suppressed the thoughts again. I would be fishing with company and so no having a wank in the privacy of the hedge-enclosed fishing spot, as I usually did, when the fishing was slow.

We chatted as I drove us the 45 mins to Cranbourne Lakes, which were deserted as the main group of fishermen, who frequented the lakes, were die-hard night fishermen, like Vampires, they avoided daylight.

We got set up at the far end of the lake, where a bay, with patches of water lilies on the surface of the calm water, created its own seclusion and, more importantly for Aunty Paula, caught the sun from lunchtime to dusk.

Getting my fishing gear ready, I baited up and cast into a likely looking spot, and then sat down to wait, Carp fishing is all about waiting.

I had an umbrella up to keep the sun off me and Aunty Paula found a suntrap between two bushes and made herself comfortable.

But we were disturbed by an almighty tug on my line, against all the odds and perceived wisdom, a Carp had sucked down the floating piece of bread and fucked off at full speed with it.

The fight was tense and draining in the heat, but eventually, I landed the beast and took his photo, weighed him and did what Carp fishermen do.

"That looked like fun".

In the heat of battle I had almost forgotten Aunty Paula, she was standing, watching me, draped in her Kaftan in such a way as I felt that she had thrown it on in a hurry and come over to see what the commotion was.

"Sure was" I said, "really wasn't expecting a bite that soon!"

"Well done, I've never seen a fish that big before" congratulated Aunty Paula.

She paused, as if thinking and then said:

"Before you cast out again, can you give me a hand with something?"

"Sure can!" I replied, full of adrenaline from landing a 40-pound Carp and feeling invincible.

"Give me two minutes" I said, heading to the lake to wash the Carp slime off my hands.

Once my ablutions were completed I waked round the first of the two bushes and found Aunty Paula, laying on a tartan travel rug, on her front...completely butt-naked!

"Ooh sorry!" I backed away but couldn't take my eyes off her.

She was no beach babe for sure, but she was a woman, a sturdy and well-formed one too.

She waved a bottle of Ambre Solaire suntan lotion at me (this was in the days before sunblock was a thing) and called me back.

"Can you do my back and back of legs? I can't reach them and I burn easily".

She seemed pretty casual about it, so I stepped forward, took the bottle of light brown oil from her and knelt beside her, me to her left side, the sunlight exposing her not yet fully tanned flesh and the quivering mounds of her buttocks.

I swallowed hard, I had the boner from hell creeping up on me as I poured some of the oil between her shoulder blades and tentatively smoothed it around.

I felt nervous, dry-mouthed and shaky, unsure if I should be enjoying this, or if I was just helping my Aunty with her sunbathing.

"Rub it in well" Aunty Paula instructed.

I took a deep breath, relaxed and smoothed the oil in with my whole hand, taking smooth sweeping strokes and enjoying the feeling of a woman in her early forties against my skin, but pretending that I wasn't.

"That's better" she affirmed, and I could sense her relaxing under my hands.

I oiled up round her neck as she craned her head forwards, worked across her shoulders and down her back, making the most of her sides, and the swelling where her body started to curve out towards her buttocks.

Speaking of which, I couldn't take my eyes off them, I loved how they jiggled as her body rocked from side to side while I rubbed the oil in. I was afraid of touching them but also wanted nothing more than to stroke them and oil them up.

Beathing was difficult, this was next level stimulating, my shorts were bursting and restricting my erection, I thought I might end up cumming in my pants...I wasn't expecting to be ever touching her naked flesh and was really unprepared for my reaction to doing that.

Dilly-dallying around her lower back, I was worried that touching her butt might be a move too far and that she was comfortable enough with me to apply suntan lotion but maybe, touching her big jiggly bum was the other side of an unspoken line.

"Keep going, all the way to my knees, I managed to reach the back of my calves"

Aunty Paula murmured, sounding relaxed and calm.

The moment came, I crossed the Rubicon and poured some oil onto the top part of her buttocks, where arse crack became lower back.

I paused, rubbed my hands together for no other reason than procrastination and took the step into the unknown...

Massaging her buttocks felt so good, so naughty and so unexpected that I was really confused but rationalized that, a: she had asked me to do this, and b; she didn't' know how I was feeling and what I was thinking, so, I carried on, as requested, oiling up her buttocks.

Feeling her flesh in my hands was unbelievable, it was wonderful from the point of view that I was touching a woman and indescribably arousing to be doing it to my Aunty, to be touching the arse that filled her jodhpurs in such an attractive manner.

Fuck, my cock was as hard as it had ever been, I hadn't had sex for a year, and I think it was an inch longer than I had ever seen it.

My hands moved south and reached the tantalizing point where each buttock became inner thigh and this is where it started to get seriously, seriously intense for me.

Aunty Paula spread her legs, so that I could oil up each inner thigh without interference from the other one, and there, lit up by the afternoon sun, was her pussy and her butthole.

Holy fuck and buggery hell! I was sure I was going to make a fool of myself by shooting a load into my undies and was nearly puking with fear, desire and confusion.

I took the plunge again and swallowed hard, running my oily hand down off her bum cheek, down the back of her left thigh and then back up, stroking the inside of her thigh as I did so.

I felt her shiver.

"Sorry" I said, "Did I do something wrong?"

"You missed a bit" and with that, she raised her bum in the air, so that her pussy, which was open and glistening, was fully exposed.

Choking with lust, I ran my hand up her inner thigh and hung a right, so that with my fingers in a Vulcan salute, I rubbed oil up each side of her tantalizing slit.

"Ooohh!" Aunty Paula shivered again and then reached under her stomach to part her pussy lips.

"It's OK, I'm on the pill".

OMG!!! I touched her open sex, she guided my fingers to her clit, I caressed it and felt it stiffen.

With my other hand I pulled down my shorts and shuffled toward her on my knees.

Pressing my cock against her arse crack I slid it down, over her butthole and slipped the end in between her lips and then it all just happened at once.

On the one hand I was trying to hold back, to stay on the pure side of incest for as long as possible, but on the other, my entire cock was full of these amazing sensations, taking the opposing view that cumming in my Aunt was the rudest, most satisfying thing that could ever happen.

I came and came, in great juddering bursts, some of it splashed onto her open cunt and the rest splashed all over her buttocks, I came with a full-body orgasm and, not to waste the moment, slid inside her welcoming cavern of lust.

Thrusting away, like a rutting pig, the feeling was good, so taboo and so rude, all at once, I couldn't help myself.

Aunty Paula was rubbing her clit, she too left fly with an orgasm, several months in the making.

We both stopped moving, we lay there, me clasping her warm, oiled body like my life depended on it and saying "Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

She asked what I was sorry about, I told her it was because I came too soon.

"Don't worry about that" she said between deep breaths, we've got all weekend.

So there, it happened, we crossed the Rubicon together and, sex deprived as we had been all these months, it was an exciting and very sexy experience.

There is nothing like a tinge of guilt to make an orgasm something special.

Aunty Paula pulled a towel from her bag and got me to wipe all my spunk off her and redo her suntan lotion.

We lay on the tartan blanket together, both experiencing a range of feelings, mostly release, and also that tinge of guilt, but that just got me hard again.

An hour or so later, it was time for Aunty Paula to turn over onto her back, so that she didn't burn.

I gave up all thoughts of fishing as her pillowy mounds came into view and my cock sat up to get a better view too.

Aunty Paula looked at me and smiled, she reached out and took my hand, placing it on her left breast, as she did so, I saw her nipples harden.

Being in this position put me partially across her chest and lined up perfectly for her to pull my head in for a passionate kiss, deep, warm, affectionate and sexy.

Playing with her breasts for a bit got us both worked up, those large, mature and oiled-up titties were soft and yielding, the nipples responsive to me touch, I sucked on each one in turn.

Aunty Paula gave little gasps and murmurs as I played with them, I felt her right hand move under my body, stroking my stomach, which made me have convulsions.

Her hand found my cock, she stroked it with her fingertips and kissed me harder still, sucking me down into her mouth.

The kissing stopped as she pushed my head down, towards her sex, I kissed and slurped my way down her belly, relishing the transition between smooth skin and the roughness of her pubic hair.

I could smell a mixture of Ambre Solaire, the musk of her vagina and a whiff of spunk, all in all a heady scent.

Positioned between her strong and shapely thighs, the sun burning my back, I sucked on her slit, taking each pussy lip in my mouth and sucking noisily on it.

Aunty Paula gasped again, so I slid my tongue between those taboo lips, slurping her juices and nuzzling her clit with my nose.

Her pussy relaxed and opened as her clit stiffened, I drank it all in, marveling at her light brown pubic hair, trimmed but not shaved. She had come (cum) prepared.

A gentle tug on my head, her legs opened wider, I worked my way back up her body, kissing and licking again, until I was on top of her, kissing her hard, she seemed turned on by the taste of her own cunt.

A hand grasped my member, her back arched as she guided me into her pleasure garden once more.

The feeling as I slid into her was indescribable, my cock was engorged and aching as her moistness enclosed the shaft, her legs came up and out, so that I could sink further in, as deep as I could go.

My cock felt comfortable, as if it had found it's place in the world, Aunty Paula folded her legs so that her heels were on my ass cheeks. The kisses became feral, visceral and urgent, all at once.

Deep inside my Aunty, oh my word! It was such a jumble of sensations.

Aunty Paula grabbed my balls and gripped my shaft with the muscles in her vulva, I pushed deeper, she groaned, I pulled back slowly, she groaned some more, I pulled out completely and she guided me back in, squeezing my balls like she was trying to milk me.

I kissed her neck roughly, and continued pushing in and out of her strong, smooth and yielding body. We were on a roll, a roll of sexual endeavour and exploration, guilt forgotten, only one thing on our minds.

"Tickle my bum" Aunty Paula urged and pulled my hand down and round, so that I cupped her let buttock and my fingers naturally found her ass crack. She was still pretty oiled up from earlier and I puggled her butthole with my middle finger, pushing just the end in and out as I did so.

She started to grunt and pulled hard on my bum so that I was ramming deep inside her with every stroke.

"Push it in!" she meant my finger and I got into a rhythm so that as my cock came back on the out stroke, my finger went into her butthole, her sphincter twitching as I did so and pulling it out again as my cock rammed back into her.

She pulled me harder and deeper into her sex, the grunting became more determined and finally, she clamped her vaginal muscles hard on my cock and let fly with a squirting orgasm, the grunts became a series of long drawn-out "Aaaaahhhh's" and she was done.

I was close behind her and with a few frantic thrusts, I came deep inside her, my cock pulsing from the tip to my butthole.

It hurt as I came and I thrust some more until the pain subsided, it was a joyous pain, the pain of ecstasy and, as I had my arms around her at this point, pulled her body tightly into my chest and gave last quivering, heaving spurt.

Satiated, we lay on the blanket, no words were spoken or needed, we knew where we were at and were as spent as spent can be.

"The Carp will have to go catch themselves" I thought, as the heat of the sun softened in the golden glow of a summer's afternoon, and we lay together, in our nakedness, our lust and our sin.

I could have wanted for nothing more at that point in time.