You know a really good activity to keep yourself occupied on an airplane? Trying not to get a boner. I was doing all I could to keep myself soft: I played Flappy Bird, I tried taking a nap, and I tried reading the SkyMall magazine. Hell, I even tried to chat up the elderly couple seated next to me. So far, it was still an ongoing struggle.
I was on a flight headed to Wisconsin. I was going to spend 2 glorious weeks with the woman who was filling my thoughts with lust and making it difficult for me to suppress my erection. That woman happened to be my aunt.
It all started a month ago. I had just finished my sophomore year of college and my younger sister Kathryn was about to graduate from high school. My family was making a big deal of it because she was a genius. She was Valedictorian, a National Honor Society member, and the French Honor Society president, the list goes on. She had a full ride to Columbia University and was raking in more graduation gift money than I had ever gotten at her age.
Though my parents were loath to admit it, she was the favorite; I didn't mind at all. I was getting decent grades, saving my money, and staying out of trouble. It was nice to be home for the summer, and my parents were too busy doting on my younger sister to give me any real grief, so I pretty much got to relax.
My mom was expecting many of our family to turn out for the event. She had invited pretty much everyone to the graduation ceremony, and had planned for a big after-party at our house. One notable relative that she had invited was Aunt Beatrice.
I had only met Aunt Beatrice once or twice in my entire life. She was my mother's younger half-sister. My grandparents had divorced when my mom was five, and my grandfather had remarried and started another family. My mother and aunt enjoyed a distant but friendly relationship. She would occasionally send us Christmas and birthday gifts, and mom would force us to write her letters of thanks.
Since most of my family lived here in Iowa, Aunt Beatrice was the only relative we had to board in our house, since she was visiting from Wisconsin. My mom had determined that since I wasn't doing my share in preparing for the festivities, I should be charged with picking up Aunt Beatrice from the airport. I got to the airport half an hour before her flight was supposed to land. I stood in the baggage claim area, looking for a woman who was supposed to vaguely resemble my mother. I turned around in response to someone tapping me on the shoulder.
"Andy?" the woman asked.
"You must be Aunt Beatrice!"
The woman screeched as she pulled me in for a hug. Aunt Beatrice was a plump little woman with amber colored hair and a pretty face. I chuckled as she pressed me against her doughy body. After she released me, I was surprised at how she didn't resemble my mom at all. I carried her bags to the car and loaded them inside. We conversed pleasantly on the way home.
"My, you've certainly grown since the last time I saw you," she remarked. "You must have been about four or five then."
"Yeah, it's definitely been a while," I agreed.
"It was so nice of your mother to invite me. Hopefully, she and I can get some quality time together. So, do you have a place of your own?"
"Not yet," I said. "I just finished my second year of college, so I just stay in a dorm during the school year, and come home for the holidays. In all honesty, I miss my dorm, though."
"I bet," she laughed. "I remember my college days cooking for myself, working at McDonalds, and getting sauced up at Packers games."
"Packers?!?" I pulled my car out of the main road and into a gas station parking lot. "Well, have fun walking to the house. You're in Bears Fan Territory."
Aunt Beatrice crowed with laughter at my joke. I smiled as I continued on our way home. She told me more about herself, namely that she was a registered nurse back in Wisconsin and loved watching sports, cooking, and playing cards.
When we reached the house, my parents and sister eagerly greeted Aunt Beatrice. Not wanting to get chewed out, I busied myself with getting Aunt Beatrice's bags out of the car. Once I had finished, I planned to park it and watch television.
"Make sure you're careful with those bags when you take them to your room," my mother said as I carried the luggage into the house.
I tried not to roll my eyes in frustration. Ever since I got home, my mother had been telling me that I would be surrendering my old room to Aunt Beatrice during her stay. I would be staying down in the basement, but didn't care; I had my own world down there, complete with a fridge, television, and hot plate.
The next few days were much more pleasant with Aunt Beatrice around; she actually made hanging out with my family bearable. She cooked us homemade enchiladas, encouraged us to play board games, and even got my normally uptight mom to loosen up a bit and sing some karaoke. Unfortunately, it didn't loosen her up enough to have her not wake me up at 7 AM on the Friday of Graduation Day.
"Andrew, are you awake?"
"I am now, mom," I grumbled.
"Listen, your father, your sister and I are leaving early to get some things done before graduation. I need you to give your Aunt Beatrice a ride to the convention center for the graduation. I don't want to wake her up early."
"Right, got it."
The ceremony was taking place at 1 PM, so I had planned to get up around 10:30 AM to get dressed and get some food. I knew it would be a while before I would be able to eat anything. My parents were planning tons of family photos for Kathryn's graduation.
It took me five minutes to will myself off of the futon after my alarm went off. I trudged upstairs and headed up to the bathroom to take a shower and leak, probably at the same time. Still drowsy, I walked into my bathroom, not bothering to notice that the light was on inside, and that it was occupied.
If I wasn't fully awake a few minutes ago, I certainly was now. My eyes went wide as I gazed at the sight of my naked aunt in the steamy bathroom. Her large, porky breasts hanging from her chest like two gourds. Below her pudgy belly, I saw a thick patch of dark brown hair that grew wild between her chunky thighs. As she instinctively reached for the towel on the rack in order to cover herself, my loins engorged to express my silent desire.
Aunt Beatrice said nothing as she noticed my erection. The same hand that she was using to reach for the towel just hung in the air, so she remained there, moist and naked from her shower. Mesmerized by her, I closed the door behind me, walked up to her, and grabbed one of her large breasts with my right hand. As I squeezed the heavy teat, I looked her right in the eye and she began moaning. I felt her nipple becoming hard in my grasp.
As Aunt Beatrice's moans became more pronounced, I reached for her other breast, but she grabbed my left hand. I thought she was trying to fend off my advances and grew fearful. She pulled me closer and put my left hand down to her crotch.
It was my turn to moan as I rubbed her prickly, slightly damp mound. I slid a finger inside of her, feeling the wet, rubbery walls of her womanhood becoming slick with her juices. A heady musk began to emanate from her, filling my head with impure thoughts. My cock began to strain against the inside of my boxer shorts. I gulped as Aunt Beatrice reached down to grab the tent in my underpants.
I let out a whimper as she began to stroke me. The peak of my boxers became moist with precum as her hand pumped up and down. Thankfully, she pulled my boxers down and established direct contact my groin. I stepped out my boxers, took off my shirt, and took her hand, intent on leading her to my bedroom in order to finish what we started here, but she remained rooted to where she stood.
"No, do me here," she commanded.
I watched my aunt hoist her chunky body onto the bathroom counter and spread her legs wide. I didn't argue, walking right up to her and putting the tip of my cock to her hairy crotch. I didn't care that I didn't have a condom, I didn't care that she was my mom's half-sister, and I damn sure didn't care that I could possibly miss my sister's graduation ceremony. Without hesitation, I spread her pussy wide and stuck myself inside of her.
This wasn't my first time having sex, but it was most definitely my first time inside of a grown woman. My hands roved all over her body, relishing the feel of her jiggly belly, her thick hips, and her cellulite-addled thighs. I slid myself into her fully, and exhaled as pulled out, staring at the junction of our connected genitals. I looked up to make eye contact with Aunt Beatrice, whose mouth was agape as pleasure flooded her body. She tilted her head back and moaned as I began to pump into her.
I leaned forward and put my head to her breast, taking her hard, light brown nipple into my mouth. Aunt Beatrice clutched my head closer to her chest so hard that I thought for a fleeting second that she was about to suffocate me. Her flesh tasted of soap from her shower, but as I kept sucking another taste began to come into play. I took my mouth off of her breast and looked at the white droplets on her nipple. Curious, I sucked on the other breast, and gradually milk came out of that one, too.
I felt Aunt Beatrice tap me on the head, and I looked up at her. She leaned forward while pulling my face to hers and we shared a lewd kiss. Up close, I noticed that she had a bit of light colored hair on her upper lip and I licked it. She giggled at the sensation and used her tongue to meet mine. Her giggles turned back into moans as I swooped over to kiss her thick neck.
My aunt gripped the countertop as I continued to penetrate her. I could my penis throbbing as it filled with seed. Three grunts accompanied each time I squirted into her. Aunt Beatrice wailed as she felt my semen shooting inside her. Once I had finished cumming, we remained in our position for a few more minutes before she gently pushed me away and out of her.
"I need to go get dressed," she said, sliding off of the countertop. "Ooh, my poor hips weren't ready for that."
I stood there watching her gingerly exit the bathroom as she rubbed her sore waist. My semi-hard cock dripped its remaining juices onto the floor and my feet. I entered the shower and washed the stench of my exertions off of my body.
Once I was dressed, I went downstairs and had breakfast. Aunt Beatrice emerged about 20 minutes later, wearing a tasteful blue dress. We got into my car and headed for the graduation. For a few minutes, we made light conversation while the radio played, remarking on how beautiful the day was and observing random landmarks outside. Just as I was pondering which relatives we were going to see, she turned off the radio.
"We need to talk about what happened," she said.
I gulped and managed only to say, "Okay."
"What we did this morning...felt amazing."
My heart pounded with delight and desire at her words. "I agree. I think we should do it again."
