This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
I'd always looked up to her, she was larger than life, my Aunt Carol. I learned so many good things from her. She didn't live too far away, once I was riding a bike I'd go visit her, take a break from my parents. She always had time for me, taught me to whittle and to whistle, called me her little man, even as I got to be taller than she was.
I turned eighteen and graduated high school the same month. I had the usual lame party with relatives and friends. All my guy pals were commenting on Aunt Carol, a few even tried to hit on her. She was looking really hot that night, jeans shorts and a tank top. I know she wasn't wearing a bra, her tight nips showed through her shirt. Whenever she bent down there'd be a flash of pink panty.
I was going to head behind the garage with a few of the guys, someone had brought a joint to share. I scoped it out first, and there was Aunt Carol, having a few tokes of her own! When she saw me she just shrugged and passed me the joint. I took a hit with one hand while frantically waving my buddies away behind my back with the other.
"So," Aunt Carol said, "the big eighteen and free from school all at once. What now, Jon?" She was talking pretty heavy for the occasion, must be good weed. I passed it back to her and she took another quick puff before she snubbed it and put the roach away in her purse.
The weed hit me all at once like a goofy-hammer to the skull. Wow, better than what I could afford. "I guess getting laid is next," I said. All at once I realized I'd told the truth, oh fuck. And to my smokin' hot aunt too. I blushed redder than a lobster.
Aunt Carol didn't laugh, though. She just got this... crafty look on her face. "Oh really?" she asked, "You have anyone specific in mind?" The way she said it made me swallow hard and take a half-step back.
"Tell you what, Jon," she went on, her voice almost a whisper, "why don't you come see me later tonight. Little man." Oh boy. I hope this meant what I thought it did. I just nodded through my buzz and went back to my astonished buddies.
Time seemed to crawl from then until what could be considered 'later' by a hormone-crazed teen. The party wound down, I helped my parents clean up, the last of the stubborn ones got shooed home. Finally around nine p.m. I told my parents I was going to check out some of the other grad parties my friends were having.
I hopped on my ten speed and rode off to Aunt Carol's house, trying not to think about everything that was about to happen, just in case I was wrong about the whole thing. I ditched my bike on the lawn and went to knock on the front door.
She saw me coming, opened the door from behind it so I couldn't see her. I went inside and the door closed behind me and Aunt Carol was there. I hadn't been wrong. She was wearing some of the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen, ivory lace and not a lot of it. She kind of flowed up to me and put her arms around my neck.
"Little man," she said and kissed me. I was trying to absorb everything at once; the sound of her voice, her smell, the feel of her as I held her to me, her hot breath, the roughness of the lingerie compared to her so-soft skin. She was forcing a thigh between my legs, humping against me as we kissed.
I got hard right away, how could I not, I could feel myself poking into Aunt Carol's tummy as she ground against me. She broke off kissing me for a moment, looked me in the eyes. "Tell me the truth Jon, you're really a virgin?"
My expression was answer enough I guess. I talked a big game like all my friends but had never found someone willing to go all the way with me. Until now. Aunt Carol gave me a squeeze and led me into her bedroom.
We undressed quietly, eyes never leaving each other. When she took of her bra I gasped, her tits were still so high and firm on her chest, her nipples already crinkled up hard. I hoped I'd get to fuck her tits someday, right now I was focused on another target.
I paused with my pants off, proud of how my pecker was tenting my boxers. Aunt Carol saw and her eyes widened and she grinned like a cat spotting a wounded sparrow. She was down to her last piece, a thong, she turned her ass towards me and bent over, then slowly rolled the thin garment down, baring her pretty cunt and ass.
She was sex on a stick, and I was harder than concrete and raring to go. Aunt Carol knew what she was doing though. Once I'd shed my boxers she dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbing my cock and rubbing it on her face.
"Jon, you're too excited. I'm going to suck you and I want you to cum in my mouth, right away. Can you do that for me, little man?" Oh my god, did she really just say that? I wasn't dreaming, this was better than any dream or fantasy I'd
