I Fuced My Aunt

I'll never forget the day. I'd stayed home from college on one of those "sick" days when it was really only the weather that was sick, not me. Just a dull Wednesday morning, wet winter's day in November when a warm house seemed infinitely preferable to a cold, draughty old college building.

By about 12.30 in the afternoon, however, I was beginning to regret my decision to fake a stomach ache that morning. I was bored. When the phone rang I hoped it was a friend to talk to, but it was my mother calling to see how I was. She told me that her dads brother's wife Aunt Emma might stop by to drop off something for her and that she'd be home about 7pm to cook dinner, dad was working away so it was only me and mum in for the evening. She asked how I was and hung up. Many a night I laid in bed, cock in hand, pulling on it to the thought of that lovely, curvy body, usually seen dressed in severe, tailored white blouse and tight black skirt. She was a lawyer for the hospital my mum also worked at so it wasn't unusual for her to pop things back home for her.

In my mind I'd undressed her over and over, visualising what those huge breasts I saw straining against her blouse really looked like, down to the hidden mysteries below her skirt. I could feel myself getting hard at the thought and I laid down on the couch, on my back. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them and my briefs down, allowing my swelling cock the freedom to expand. I held it and started to slowly stroke it, enjoying the feel of it in my hand, when suddenly the doorbell rang. I stuffed my cock back in and ran to the door, pulling up my jeans as I went, afraid she'd leave before I got there. I opened the door and there she was, standing close against the door out of the pouring rain.

As I opened the door I had a sudden fear that I had not zipped up. I couldn't remember and I certainly didn't want to grab at my crotch while she was there. I stammered something and held the door open, turning my lower body away from her. She came in, smiling. She looked so sexy and untouchable, immaculate as always, except for the wet rain spots on her blouse and hair. She told me she'd forgotten her umbrella then asked if she could go upstairs to dry off. I took the package from her and dropped it in the kitchen as she went up the stairs to the bathroom, her tight skirt swaying deliciously on the stairs. I went back to the living room, saw that my zip was indeed open and corrected it. Then I remembered her looking down at me and realised she probably had seen me open. Well, nothing I could do about that!

After about 5 minutes she came downstairs and told me her blouse was too wet to drive home in - then she stunned me, she took it off to dry by the radiator before she left. Would I mind! She laughed, a little nervously I thought, and said it would be best not to mention it to my mother as if I would! She said I'd probably seen my mother in her bra before and it was just like at the beach or the swimming pool really right! She turned away from me and started to undo her blouse. I looked at the wall, anywhere, conscious only of the tightness in my jeans as my raging cock stiffened uncontrollably.

Then she said something and I turned back. I swallowed as I saw her standing there in her black bra, all lacy and frilly, with the cleavage clearly showing the way to her magnificent tits. She was feeling the bra, then she said it was wet too. I could see her looking at the very obvious bulge in my jeans and I noticed her cheeks were a little flushed and she seemed to be breathing fast. Well I was breathing fast too and my heart was pounding against my ribs. I'd never really even seen a mature woman's naked breasts before except in a few old pictures. She was mid 40`s and I could only imagine what they looked like.

Sure I had fucked and played with a few girls at college they had nice small tits. but nothing like the large, firm breasts I could see tucked into that sexy bra. She turned around and asked me to undo the bra. With trembling hands I reached out and felt her warm skin for the first time. As I wrestled with the stupid little hooks they put in the back of those things just to make life difficult for horny young men, I felt her fingers stroking down the front of my jeans. My cock was raging hard and I felt her trembling as her hand ran over the outline of it, stretching me even further. Then the hooks finally fell apart and she turned, still holding the bra in front of her. She stood there for a moment. looking at me, then slowly let her hands drop. I gasped as her breasts came into full view, firm mounds of beautiful womanhood topped with big, pink circles and stiff nipples.

She walked slowly towards me, then put her arms around my neck. You really are a very handsome young man she said, then she put her lips against my mouth and I felt the warmth of her kiss. I was stunned at first, then I opened my mouth and felt her tongue probing for mine. We kissed passionately for what seemed like hours. I ran my hands over her naked back, loving the soft feel of her huge tits, then dropped them to her firm rounded rear. I pulled her against me and felt her hips grinding against my raging cock. She pulled back slightly and looked down at me. I could hear her short quick breaths, even over the pounding of my racing heart in my own ears. Then she reached down and started to slowly unzip her tight black skirt. As it fell away and she pushed it down and stepped out of it I was treated to the wonderful sight of her black panties and her hold up tights body hugging dark stockings. With my senses stimulated I could even see a moist spot in the front of her panties.

She sat on the sofa and gently turned me towards her. She bent her head forward kissing my torso and flicked her tongue over me several times just above my belt, then she undid the belt and with some difficulty unzipped me. My totally rigid cock made a tent pole of my boxers as she pulled down my jeans. I stepped out of them and she ran her hands over my bulge. As she eased the top of the boxers over my cock it sprang up, hard and twitching. With a little moan she took it in her hands, squeezing it, kneading it, then she totally amazed me by bending her head and taking it in her mouth in one swift motion. I never thought I would experience it for the first time from this incredibly sexy lady. She started to move her head up and down on me, her lips squeezing me tightly then relaxing as she took more and more of my cock deep in her mouth with every stroke. I felt her nails on my balls, stimulating me further as her mouth worked its magic on me. She must have known I couldn't last much longer as she lifted her head long enough to whisper in a horse voice. It's OK I want you to cum.

That was just as well because as she bent her head to engulf me again I felt wonderful things happening deep inside me. I'd ejaculated many times before of course, in fact sometimes I masturbated several times a day, but until now I'd never experienced anything like this incredibly warm, enveloping feeling that grew and grew until I felt I'd die if it didn't finish then somehow kept growing again she could tell what was happening to me because she drew her head back until the lips were just touching the end of the rock hard rod that was my cock, waited an eternity then plunged down on me again as I felt myself explode deep in her throat. She kept moving and sucking me as I pumped load after load into her eager mouth, then even after I finished she kept slowly moving up and down on me, gently now, until I was drained dry.

My legs were ready to collapse under me as I sank down on the sofa beside her. She caressed my chest and kissed my shoulder while my breathing slowly returned to near normal then I heard her get up and leave the room for a panicked moment. I thought she'd left until I saw her clothes still laying where we had dropped them. A few minutes later I was still floating on a wonderful cloud, tingling in every nerve, when she came back into the room. I looked at her then sat up shocked when I saw she now had no panties on her lush, curly big black bush was framed by the stockings a vision I've retained to this day. She sat down beside me and leant against my shoulder. We looked at each other and I saw a troubled, worried look on her face.

Please don't think too badly of me. She said it's just been so long since well...She stopped and I remember that the man I called Uncle Bill, her husband, was not well. I heard my parents talk about it. My parents! Oh shit I sat up with a start but relaxed as I saw the clock above the fireplace. It was still only a little after 2. No one would be home for hours yet, although to my mind it seemed ages since Emma had rung the doorbell. I struggled to find the right words. No, of course not, I stammered. In fact I think you're just terrific, I've always thought you were. My voice trailed off as she leant and kissed me. Well, she said with a shy smile I had noticed the way you looked at me, that's why I thought today would be alright. Alright! I exclaimed I'll say it was alright! She smiled again and reached down to stroke my already resurfacing cock. And the best part is still to come, She said softly as she started to stroke me. Oh, the advantages of youth she continued as my cock started to rise under her skilful handling. One thing I don't think we can ever do again but that doesn't stop us making the most of it now, does it As she spoke she lay back on the sofa, stroking me with her stockinged legs.

I watched in fascination as she put her hands down and started playing with herself, running her fingers through the thick curly hair and flicking her clit. I saw a hint of pink, then she used both hands to spread her lips, giving me a full view of her beautiful pink pussy. And THIS she said huskily is the best part! Fuck me Martin I need a stiff cock inside me, She lifted her hips and spread her legs wide above her as I moved myself in front of her and guided my cock towards its destiny. It was hard again, hard and longing to feel the inside of that inviting pussy she had shown me. She reached down and guided me, which was fortunate as I really didn't have a clue what I was doing. I felt something warm and wet on the end of my cock then as she moved her hips towards me I pushed forwards and downwards and suddenly I was inside her! She gave a gasp as my full hard length penetrated her. She was warm, moist and incredibly tight, clamping her muscles down on me, bending me, milking me. I suppose nature took over as I bucked and thrust into her, at least she seemed to enjoy what I was doing, moaning and panting as I fucked her, yes actually fucked a real, live, totally desirable woman! As I thrust into her I could see her lovely breasts heave and glisten. I bent and took a nipple in my mouth, rolling it around my tongue as she pushed herself up into me.

Her movements and her moaning seemed to grow to a crescendo, then slow down for a while until they grew again, then again and in a dim teenage way I realised she was probably coming as I had heard women did, just like men. I wasn't sure I'd ever believed it but here was proof. Another eternity passed, probably even longer than the last one as I had just come until finally I felt those now familiar stirrings again. I could feel her building up to another climax too, her body was quivering, her cunt muscles gripping me tighter and tighter which in turn heightened my reaction until I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. She writhed under me in an ecstasy of her own as again I exploded, this time deep inside her eager body. Again and again I thrust into her, feeling her pussy milk me, taking every last drop as she pushed her hips up against me, draining me. We lay there, panting, soaked with sweat and juices until she put her arms around my neck and drew me down to kiss her. She sighed and I felt her gentle hands on my back. That was so good so good thankyou she murmured.

We lay there for a long time, me feeling so incredibly amazing, so warm and satisfied. I knew after today my life would never be the same. At last she sat up and started to gather her clothes. I started to speak but she put a finger on my lips and shook her head. When she was dressed we kissed again one last time, long and passionately, then she went to the door and was gone. I heard her car drive away and sat down on the sofa again, but this time there was a huge smile on my face!