Day 1
Another day went by in the sleepy suburb. My Aunt Penny was spending another evening alone, which usually involved one glass of fine wine while her husband and the kids were out on a trip, and she had volunteered to stay and watch the house. She was sad, too. She knew he was cheating on her, but she had done nothing to try and end it. They would be gone for a week or so.
There was a knock at the door below. Penny went to the door, setting her wine on the counter. It was her nephew, Ryan. He had been by earlier that day to visit.
"I left my Ipod here," he said, stepping inside. Penny had always liked Ryan; a good, solid kid with a bright future. He was a good, passionate writer too.
"Oh," said Penny, a little woozy thanks to the wine, "Ok. I, uh . . . have it upstairs. Come on up." She went up the stairs, holding the railing firmly. For a moment, though, she slipped. Ryan, walking behind her, rushed forward to try and stop her fall. His hand went under her buttock to support her.
"Jesus! Oh, thanks, Ry," she gasped. It wasn't so much the fall as the touch that had scared her. It alone had made her nipples harden a little. Ryan turned, trying to conceal the massive hard-on that just sprang up. She continued up the stairs to her room.
The inside was a mess. Her underclothes littered the floor, but the bed was very neatly made.
"Here," she said to Ryan, extracting the Ipod from her pocket. She had lied to him; saying it was here was a pretext for the daring move she was planning. Though aroused, Ryan had not caught on.
"Thanks," said Ryan, pocketing it, "Penny, are you ok?" At this, Penny grew teary at the eyes. All part of the plan.
"No," she said, "But it's nothing you need to worry about." She stepped forward and embraced him. It was comical the way she was almost a foot shorter than he was.
Ryan bowed his hips back so she couldn't feel his erection, but he knew she would have noticed anyway. For what was supposed to be a rated PG family hug, Penny was awful close to Ryan. Her breasts, large with her middle age, pressed gently into his chest. She looked down at where Ryan's erection was. During their embrace, Ryan had slowly pulled her just a smidge closer to feel those breasts press into him.
"Oh my," she said, "That looks . . .uncomfortable. Let me . . ." Ryan tried to back up a little once she said this, but Penny had her own arms around Ryan's waist and held him there. They went to the front of his nylon gym shorts and went slowly, seductively, down their front. They found the shaft, and her hands gently caressed it.
"Uh . . ." It was all Ryan could say. He knew this was beyond wrong, but he was doing nothing to stop her. Before he knew it, Penny was leading him to a cushy armchair in the corner of the room, and she set him in it. Then, she knelt between his spread legs.
"Just so you know," said Penny, "I have a husband who is cheating on me. Therefore, that gives me . . . every right to fool around with whoever I want." She slid off Ryan's shorts, uncovering a marvelous shaft. She bent her head and took him in her mouth. She used suction and her tongue to fully harden him.
"But . . . you're . . . family," said Ryan, who was finding it hard to speak owing to the fact that his hot aunt had his penis in her mouth in a way that was so wrong . . .
"Family or not, I know you've always liked me this way," she said, now rubbing his shaft up and down, "I found that old sex story you wrote about us. It was really good, so I decided one day, when you were . . . old enough, I would make it happen." Her hand was soft but firm. Her saliva coated it, lubricating it so she could masturbate him.
"It doesn't matter if we're related," she said, "You're sexually unfulfilled, and so am I. We make a great pair. I need the practice, and so do you."
Ryan said no more, and let her do her work. After a couple minutes of alternating blow-jobs and good handwork, he felt ready to explode, and she stopped. She really knew how to make a guy come so close to coming.
"You're a virgin, right?" Penny asked as she stood up. Ryan nodded; speech seemed to have deserted him.
"After today," said Penny, throwing her shirt over her head, "You will definitely not be a virgin." She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, one of the first things Ryan noticed when he walked in a couple minutes before. Her shorts came off after her shirt.
For being forty years old, Penny looked like she did when she was twenty. Having two kids only enlarged her nipples and broadened her hips slightly. Otherwise, she was fairly average as far as body types go, but her breasts could pass for cantaloupes in size. They were beautifully pale, the nipples being large, pink and swollen from nursing. A triangle of brown hair hid that sacred, womanly place between her legs.
"Come on," said Penny softly, pulling Ryan up from the chair, "You need this." He got onto the bed, lying on his back. Penny got up with him, lying on top of him. She propped herself up so her breasts dangled right in front of his face. Ryan filled his hands with them and buried his face between them.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice muffled. Penny chuckled as he sucked on her nipples. It felt so good to have someone touching her like this, after so long.
"You have no idea how long it's been since anyone said that," she told him. Her hand went between them, to his shaft. She excited it, readying it for the long pounding it was about to receive.
"I'm kinda nervous," said Ryan, looking up at her. She, in turn, looked down at him. He looked so tenderly at her, so wanting to please. Penny wanted the same, if not more.
