I Love My Aunty Ch 02

It wasn't the sun that woke me up from my sleep, but the feel of something wet and tight around my pecker. My eyes fluttered open, and I wearily looked down to see a large, woman-sized lump in the covers. I smiled as I lifted the sheets to reveal a head topped with a mop of light amber hair obscuring my crotch. The head looked up to reveal a pretty, chubby-cheeked woman with my penis in her mouth. She grabbed my dick with her hand before letting it fall out of her mouth.

"Sorry to wake you, but I couldn't help myself," she purred.

"Oh, don't worry," I said. "I'm not complaining."

The woman resumed giving me fellatio. I ran my fingers through her long hair as she pleasured me with her mouth. I didn't care that she was 26 years my senior, or that she was my aunt.

Over a month ago, my Aunt Beatrice had visited my family for my younger sister's high school graduation. When we were alone in the house, I accidentally walked in on her as she got out of the shower, which resulted in us having sex. After admitting on our mutual attraction, she flew me up to her home in Wisconsin where we continued our relationship.

I groaned as she expertly worked her tongue against my shaft. In that instant, she took her mouth off of me slid up on the bed. She sandwiched my dick between her big, plump tits and began moving them up and down.

"Ohhhhh, yeah!" I crowed. "I've been dreaming of fucking these tits for a while."

"Then why haven't you?" She asked me with a smile.

"I can't resist your hairy pussy, you know that."

She giggled right before sticking out her tongue to tease my urethra. My toes curled as my manhood was enveloped in the warm embrace of her bosom. It was all becoming too much: the sound of her licking my precum, the feel of her long hair against my thigh, and the smell of our hot, unwashed bodies was driving me crazy. Try as I might, I couldn't help but pelt my aunt in the face with my cum. The globs stained her hair, eyes and cheeks.

She gave my dick one last kiss as she stepped back and watched it wilt. I watched as she knelt on the bed and licked my jizz off of her face, savoring it noisily. Though I wouldn't be able to get hard for a few hours, I still wanted her.

"Waffles for breakfast?" Aunt Beatrice asked me.

"Sure."

She hopped out of bed and went to put on some clothing. As she bent over her undergarment drawer, I ran up behind her and embraced her, fondling as much of her as I could. The sight of us in her vanity mirror aroused me greatly. Even though I had been here for almost a week, I never got tired of seeing her chunky body, her big breasts, and her dark, hairy bush. Though my dick was spent and still dripping with cum, it stirred feebly as it pressed against her backside.

"Ohhh, Andy!" Aunt Beatrice moaned. "I need to put on something before I leave our bedroom."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "It's just that when I see you naked, I go crazy. I love your body..." I played with her flabby stomach.

"...your beautiful hair..." I stuck my nose into her long mane of copper-colored tresses and sniffed audibly.

"...and your milk."

Aunt Beatrice moaned as I squeezed her nipples to coax out the tasty liquid that I had grown to love. It wasn't long before my fingers were moist with her lactation.

"No milk," she protested, spinning around to embrace me a give me a kiss. I hummed with desire, not caring that her mouth tasted like my genitals. "Let me get some breakfast, then we can play later.

"Yes, Aunty."

I felt a certain sense of satisfaction as Aunt Beatrice bit her lip, trying to keep from succumbing to my advances. I had learned days ago that calling her 'aunty' was a huge turn-on for her. Just calling her by that name once was enough to make her wet.

I allowed Aunt Beatrice to put on a bra, panties, and her housedress before she left to get breakfast started. I licked her milk from my fingers as I watched her exit the bedroom. I only wore boxers, though not really by choice; it was a rule that Aunt Beatrice had instituted a few days ago.

Last Friday, after Aunt Beatrice had finished working a 12 hour shift at the hospital where she worked, she came home extremely horny. I remember her tackling me on the living room floor, yanking all of my clothes off, and riding me like a mechanical bull. Once we were done, she told me that while I was home, I was only allowed to wear my boxers...or nothing at all.

After enjoying a hearty breakfast of homemade waffles, sausage links, and eggs, I lounged around the house while she paid bills, read emails, and watered her plants. While she was talking on the phone to her friend, I got dressed and headed out for a jog. A few minutes after I hit a mile, my mom called.

"Hello, sweetheart!" My mother said sunnily. "How are you up there?"

"I'm okay, just out for a jog."

"That's great. I hope you're enjoying yourself and not being a burden on your aunt. Are you two having fun?"

"Yeah, sure, mom." In more ways than one, I thought to myself.

I was actually convinced that my parents were starting to miss me. I thought for sure that they would all be occupied spending time with my younger sister, who had recently graduated at the top of her high school class and was headed to Yale in the fall. As much as I missed them, I was really enjoying being with Aunt Beatrice.

I finished my jog at 3 miles when I got home. Once again, as soon as I entered the house, Aunt Beatrice ordered me to strip to only my boxers. She then fixed us a lunch of frozen pizza, which we ate at the table.

"My friends said that they're playing Casablanca at the movie theater in town at 7? You want to go?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, I am, you handsome boy."

"Then the answer is yes."

"Good. We can go out for dinner after the movie. Then, we can walk around town, maybe get some milkshakes for dessert, and then come home..."

"And fuck?" I asked, my voice full of hope.

"Mmm...maybe, if we're not too tired."

"I don't want to take that chance," I said, standing up and yanking my underwear down and kicking them away.

"Andy, not now!" Aunt Beatrice giggled as I walked over to where she sat and started rubbing her arms and shoulders.

"Andrew, we just ate! Let's relax!"

"Come on, Aunty. Take your clothes off."

Aunt Beatrice tried her best to fend off my kisses and gropes. She dashed from the table and headed towards the living room. When I caught up with her, she stopped running and brandished a hairbrush.

"Use your energy to do something that will relax me and not excite me," she commanded, trying to keep a straight face.

I took the brush from her and sat down on the couch. Aunt Beatrice sat down on the floor in front of me and turned on the television. Once the screen showed HGTV, I quickly lost my erection.

For some reason, Aunt Beatrice really liked it when I brushed my hair. I remember she came home one day after a really stressful shift at the hospital. Once I started brushing, she was able to calm down and fall asleep. Sometimes, she would even brush my hair, and I had to admit it felt good. Aside from cooking for me, it was the most non-sexual show of affection that she had done for me.

"Aunty, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, honey."

"Why do you lactate?"

Aunt Beatrice giggled softly before she answered my question. "My ex-husband and I tried really hard to get pregnant years ago. Instead of going to a doctor, my hippy hubby took me to a holistic fertility specialist who gave me a lot of herbs and stuff to get fertile. At first, I thought I felt pregnant: my boobs were getting bigger, I was hungrier, and I was milking like crazy. Unfortunately, I wasn't pregnant, just hormonal. And after several tries at children, Mark left me.

"Well," I said, reaching down to cup my aunt's breasts. "His loss is my gain."

As afternoon turned into early evening, we both got dressed and headed into town. Aunt Beatrice and I got to the movie theater half an hour early so that we could get snacks and good seats. We passed the time pawing at each other and lavishing small kisses on the lips. We really wanted to make out, but didn't want to do anything that might get us thrown out of the theater. The movie was good.

After we left the theater, she took me out for burgers, true to her word. We both got double-meat bacon cheeseburgers and shared a large basket of seasoned fries loaded with melted cheese, bacon bits, and sour cream. After walking around the square for a few hours, we got some milkshakes before we decided to head home.

The drive home was enjoyable, as we chattered about the fun we'd just had. Once we got into the house, Aunt Beatrice took me into her arms and gave me kiss. After she pulled her face away, she smiled at me with those dreamy eyes.

"I had a wonderful time," she purred.

"Me, too," I said to her. "I really enjoyed our date."

"Yes, I can feel that, Andy," Aunt Beatrice said, in reference to my raging boner, which was poking her in the front. She gave me another kiss on the mouth and said, "Take me to bed."

I took her hand in mine and led her to the bedroom. Once inside, I embraced her pudgy body and began undressing her, while she did the same to me. Once we were naked, we stood beside the bed and shared another kiss. Aunt Beatrice giggled as I gripped her enormous butt, and I glanced down to see her toes curling already. I let her lead me into the bed and she had me get on top of her.

"Ohhhh, please drink my milk," she moaned.

"Aunty, I'm full! We just those huge bacon cheeseburgers and milkshakes! If I drink any more dairy, then I'll be sick."

"Ohhhh, my tits are so full! You better drink me dry tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, Aunty."

No further words passed between us after that moment. I got between her legs and stuck myself inside of her. I never got tired of seeing my penis wedged between those pudgy, furry pussy lips. Once inside, I slowly slid in and out of her, weary, but still horny as hell. Aunt Beatrice moaned as her pussy moistened with reckless abandon.

My body shuddered with pleasure as Aunt Beatrice wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me onto her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close as she ran her fingers through my hair. Her pudgy face was racked with lust, her mouth huffing and puffing as I delved into her.

Inside, I was glad that Aunt Beatrice had her legs wrapped around me; if she didn't, then I would have fucked her really hard. Her actions were helping to steady my motions, pacing the both of us for longer, passionate sex. I looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was barely 10 PM, and I felt that we had been in bed for hours.

Aunty must have been getting tired, because I felt her legs unwrap themselves from around me and fall to the bed. Once free of her grasp, I immediately wanted to increase the speed of my thrusting, but I didn't. I wanted this to last forever. The other part of me was tired and ready to fall asleep. I just wanted to bust my nut and get some rest.

Unfortunately for me, Aunt Beatrice started working on me. She was blowing in my ear, running her finger up and down my spine, and licking my neck. Each of these actions was eating away at my staying power, and I'm sure that with the right words, she could have had me cum in an instant.

But, when she grabbed my left hand and brought it down to her hairy crotch, I was down to 10%. I ran fingers through Aunt Beatrice's pussy hairs, eventually coming upon the juicy little nub right above her womanhood. Once I gave it a few pinches, my aunt moaned like a cat in heat. Hearing that sound for a few seconds was enough for me.

I clutched my aunty close as I gave her my seed. My brain seemed to be on fire as I rolled off of her. We lay together, totally satisfied and ready for sleep. Aunt Beatrice turned off the lights and got under the covers. She stroked my chest lovingly and looked deep into my eyes.

"You know, Andy, I think that might have been the first time we've actually made love instead of just fucking."

It took me a few seconds to think about it before I replied. "You're right, we did make love. Thanks again for taking me on a wonderful date, it made this night even more special to me."

"I love you, Andrew Smith."

"I love you, Aunty."

We kissed again and then she rolled over. Reaching back, she grabbed my arm and draped it around her side. I scooted closer, spooning her with my limp cock pressed against her ass crack. The feel of her body made it twitch with desire.

"I still feel you, Andy," Aunt Beatrice said with a tired chuckle. "Don't worry. First thing I'm going to do is put your morning stiffy inside of me. Plus, you remember that you still have to suck all this milk out of my tits."

"Yes, Aunty. Let's get some sleep before you make me horny again," I said before kissing her bare shoulder and falling asleep.