Chapter 5
The next morning my extreme giddiness was cut down swiftly as Melissa quickly said, "Yeah, so your porn was like really loud last night." She didn't say it with any venom, but it wasn't playful either.
"Heh, yeah, I guess my headphones weren't all the way in," I mumbled as she smirked and walked to the restroom.
Fuck fuck!! When I told my aunt, we agreed we had to chill to see if Melissa knew and maybe acted weirdly in front of either of us. It was just as well because I started working the late shift and didn't get home until very late. After the first few days, we decided Melissa either didn't suspect or wasn't letting on. We decided the mornings were probably the best, but my Uncle was lingering before work, and we really didn't have the time to mess around much.
The week after, Melissa had taken some days off and had her shift switched. Although this did mean she was there in the mornings. This was okay because Aunt Luara had said I should continue our friendship. I tried my best to repair our friendship. I was happy that we quickly became close again.
With Melissa taking days off, we had time to hang out before I went to work. It was fantastic to be back on good terms with her. I no longer flinched or drew back when she touched me. I merely pretended like I didn't notice. Which was hard because she really started to step her game up of light makeup and wearing tiny, tight shorts and shirts with no bra. My aunt would leave the house with a pensive look on her face.
This lack of action wasn't all that bad because my aunt became really horny, probably as horny as I was. She would play it risky and get really touchy and frisky in the morning. While we were eating breakfast, she would have her foot rubbing my crotch under the table. I was wearing loose gym shorts to the table once, and she was getting me there. My cousin went to put her plates in the sink. And one swift move, my aunt dove under the table, pulled my short leg opening to the side, and let my dick spring out. She gave a small gasp as she began to suck on my dick. She only sucked for a few seconds, but fuck, it felt great. The suction was ungodly.
She got up from the table, giddy, flushed, and super turned on. I went to hold her hand, but she quickly pulled back. I realized I could feel Melissa's stare. But she didn't say anything and walked out of the room.
After almost two weeks of our lack of action, our heat was sweltering. I was so scared Melissa might have picked up on it, but she either didn't seem to care or pretended it didn't bother her. It had been almost two weeks since I got to fuck her mother's mouth, and I was desperate to cum in there again. That Sunday, we were boiling with heat. My Uncle led the sermon that Sunday morning service, which meant we were gonna get fucked into an over hour-long ramble, easy.
I was sitting in the back row, where the "youth" sat, next to Melissa. I whispered to her, "I think I'm sitting out this fire and brimstone shit show. Wanna come?"
She glared at me as she whispered, "Fuck you, dude! He'd totally notice I'm gone. And you know he's going to try to grill us over whatever the fuck he's spewing right now just. Zone out."
For a split second, I admired her beauty. Even her pouts and glares made her look so hot. We were sitting next to each other, and I wanted to move closer. Our thighs touched, and I thought she would pull away, but she didn't. In fact, it felt like she was adjusting herself ever so slightly that our legs touched. She smelled wonderful.
Although I had jacked off during the week, I had completely stopped a few days before Saturday, hoping to get a window of opportunity to impress Aunt Laura with my large nut. The opportunity did not arrive, and now my balls were heavy with a lack of release. This made it hard to concentrate on anything else. My imagination began running too wild.
In my daydream, right then and there, in the middle of the service, I bent Melissa over my lap. I hiked her long dress up to reveal her beautiful pale round ass. She was wearing her mom's lavender thong. "Glare at me, will you," I growled low in my daydream. I brought my heavy hand down hard. Melissa yelped mostly in pleasure but definitely a little bit of pain.
I realized I was staring hard at Melissa, and her quick glare snapped me out of it. I did imagine one more spanking as I tried to get rid of my daydream and try my best to people-watch without making it obvious. There was a young couple sitting near us. They had a newborn, and he woke up hungry.
The young mother swiftly pulled the swaddle blanket over her chest, and she undid her shirt and bra under. Luckily, from my point of view, I had a clear view of her giant milk-swollen breast. Her nipple was large, and the baby latched on quickly and suckled. This was too much. I had to stop staring and find a way to not let my boner take over my mind.
I tried my best to stick it out. Once my Uncle started loudly getting into how conservative values were needed to be strengthened to stave the wave of lust and promiscuity plaguing our youth, I quickly exited. I sat on a wooden bench outside at the back of the church and tried to will my boner away. I heard sometime approaching.
"Hey, sweetie," Aunt Laura said. She came and gave me a really close hug. Her tits smashing my face.
"Chill! We're right outside!"
"Then, let's move into my classroom."
Of course, she was a Sunday school teacher and used her key to open one of the classrooms in the small building behind the church. A wave of guilt and excitement rushed over me.
"We have to be quick! None of your trying to hold back your cum bullshit!" Once inside, she led me to sit on a bench in the classroom against the wall by a window. From her view, she could clearly see the church doors. Her blouse was already unbuttoned. "I saw you staring at the new mom in there, her swollen tit getting suckled for milk." My face reddened. "You fucking perv, I know what you were thinking." She popped a tit out of her shirt and shoved it in my face. "Suck on these dirty titties, just like a baby."
Like a religious devout coming out of a three-day fast, I went in and feasted on her giant supple breast. She pushed harder. It seemed like she was trying to suffocate me with her tits.
"Oh, yeah, yes, give your aunty that suck. Mmmm, you fucking perv, you like these dirty auntie titties," she said as she undid my pants enough for my hard boner to meet her eager hand. "You're such a perv getting turned on by a mother breastfeeding. Look at how hard this dick is... Suck harder, baby. Harder!"
She hiked up her skirt and started grinding her bare pussy over my pant legs. I immediately felt my pants getting wet.
I pushed away far enough to talk, "You're not wearing panties to church, Auntie? Fuck you're so naughty."
"Shut up and suck," she said, slurping drool all over her hand before returning to stroke my cock. I groaned in ecstasy. I enjoyed her erect nipples. They were fiercely reddening from my mouth punishment. But it seemed like I was not hurting her at all. After sucking so hard, my mouth began to get a bit sore. I eased up and gradually added pressure until she squealed.
"This is bad. I'm too fucking wet. You're turning me on too much."
"Then I guess we need to take care of you then," I mumbled, my mouth full of tit. I quickly slipped my arm down and put my palm face up just above her pussy.
"Oh God, we really shouldn't. Fuck," Aunt Laura said as she slid her slick pussy slid over my open palm, her pussy juice instantly soaking my fingers.
"I know you're so fucking bad. Your husband is in there preaching to a full house." I said as I extended my middle finger upward into her pussy lips. The finger slipped right in. She started grinding and moaning.
"Any minute, those doors could open, and any one of those people that have come to know and love you as Mrs. Preacher's wife, Mrs. Goody Sunday school teacher..."
"Oh, fuck. Fuck."
"Yea, you're so fucking dirty your husband probably already noticed you're gone." I had no idea where this fucking perverted confidence was coming from, but the more I thought I crossed a line or was too fucked up, the more my aunt moaned and grinded into my hand. My ring finger went in, and she gasped. By now, she was so wet both fingers slipped in, and she was quickly working a rhythm where she was grinding those fingers deep into her pussy.
