So I'm divorced from my first wife and living in a downtown high rise. There was a death in the family. I was asked to board some of the relatives coming in town for the funeral. The son of my "funny aunt" prevailed upon me to let her stay at my place. I resisted. He pleaded. His wife was pregnant and they already had two kids. There was no room.
My place was small. It was barely 800 sq. ft. It was just 2 tiny rooms. But I relented. I gave her my bedroom and I bunked on the couch.
Her son dropped her off early in the afternoon. She was 50ish and I was 30. She was amazingly well preserved. Her breasts had lost the fight with gravity. But they were full and lush. They tended to jiggle disturbingly when she moved. She was 36-38, D or better. Like most older women she had fantastic legs. They were long and well-shaped. She stood 5' 7"- 5' 8" or so, about 170 lbs. Her ass was full, round and well-shaped. She had a slight pooch to her belly. Her black hair was mingled with grey. She wore stylish wire rimmed glasses. She also had a fondness for sour mash whiskey. At that time in my life, so did I.
The three of us put a dent in a quart of Maker's Mark. When he left, nobody was feeling any pain. While he was there his mom had changed into peignoir. It was a knee length, filmy pink thing. It covered all the vital parts but when the light was just right, you could see the outline of her lush body through it. I caught myself staring, trying to imagine what might be under the insubstantial gauzy thing
We finished off the bottle and she tottered off to bed. I grabbed a beer and settled into watch some TV. Two beers into it, I needed to piss. One of the inconveniences of my small apartment was that the bathroom was in the bedroom. I knocked gently on the door and got no answer. I eased the door open calling her name. She was passed out on the bed, flat of her back. The pink peignoir had ridden up around her hips. Her pussy was on display. Her bristly black bush was streaked with gray and neatly trimmed. Her labia were large. They were the color of ripe plums, a rich blue black color. Between them was the beginning of the pink inner lips. They glistened slightly with her wetness.
I shook myself out of the lustful trance I was in. I tiptoed across the floor. I partially closed the bathroom door and took a leak. When I finished, she was still laying there, her wet pussy on display. I tiptoed back across the room. I went out into the other room and closed the door behind me. I lay down on the couch, those vague memories flooding back. The effects of the alcohol kicked in. I fell asleep, stroking my dick and having incestuous thoughts about my aunt.
I was having this strange dream, almost a wet dream of someone sucking my dick. It was an incredible blowjob! Light teeth action on the head of my dick continued with a hot wet tongue licking the underside and on down to my balls. The light pressure of a finger against my ass was replaced by a wet tongue. Nearly ready to cum, I woke up.
My aunt was kneeling on the floor, my dick in her hand, her face buried between my thighs. I could feel her tongue probing my asshole. I jumped up from the couch.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed at her.
My sudden movement caused her to lurch backward. She was sitting on the floor, her back against the couch, her legs splayed out in front of her.
"I'm sorry. I.......I....I must have drunk too much!"
I was at once repulsed and aroused. Even as I screamed at her to go to bed, my dick was so hard it hurt.
"You perverted old bitch!"
Pre cum dripped onto the floor. She was on all fours trying to get up. She was too drunk to stand and rolled to her back. I sat on the couch. My temples throbbed with the beginnings of headache from the adrenaline and a hangover.
"Aunty, just get up and go back to bed." I uttered tiredly.
I was too tired to deal with this now. Aunty was still struggling to get to her feet. She tried to crawl but her knees go tangled in the folds of her gown and she would roll to her back. She pulled the gown up and started to crawl toward the bedroom. All this did was put her big ass on display. She crawled past me. On impulse, I slapped her ass. She rolled to her back again. I felt my dick getting hard as I stared at her gleaming wet pussy.
I mentally slapped myself. Boy, you are a perverted mother fucker to be staring at your aunt's pussy like this!
It was obvious I was going to have to help her up. I stood over her, got my hand under her arms and helped her to her feet. In the process I could feel her full breasts against my arms. She slumped against me. I turned her so that my arms were under her arms and under her breasts. As I duck walked her back to the bedroom, my hard dick was being bent back by her weight against me. I pushed her forward. She fell face down on the bed. I could see small wet spots where my pre cum and stained her peignoir. She mumbled something and started snoring.
Her peignoir was trapped under her. I could see her full ass. Her left leg was bent slightly. The hair of her pussy was clearly visible. I found myself slowly stroking my dick. The urge to fuck that full ass was almost overwhelming.
I turned to leave, but hesitated at the door. Instead, I walked to the head of the bed. I leaned forward so my dick was above her head. I rubbed my dick against her cheek. Pre cum shone wetly on her cheek. I drug it across her lips.
I began to slowly stroke my rigid member. The old freak had it coming. After all, she had started it.
Whap!
Whap!
I slapped her face with my dick. She snored, open mouthed. I positioned my dick just in front of her open mouth. I felt my seed rising from balls. The pressure built. I exploded. I watched as rope after rope of my man fluid shot from my engorged member. It hit her open mouth. I watched through lust filled eyes as her face and hair where covered in my love fluid.
I braced myself against the wall, spent. The headache was fully there now. My head throbbed. I watched as aunty rolled over, smearing my cum on the sheet and spreading it all over her face.
I staggered out the couch. What the fuck was wrong with me?? Jezuz, I had just jacked off on my drunk, sleeping aunt's face. I sat down heavily, ashamed of myself. I lay back on the couch and tried to get back to sleep. I dozed off with my dick getting hard again as the image of my aunt's cum covered face filled my mind.
The next morning it was like it never happened. She showered and dressed first in the bedroom. While I was showering and dressing I heard her answer the door for her son. They were having take out coffee when I came out of the bathroom. Aunty was wearing a dress with a full skirt. It came to just below the knee. It flowed and moved with her when she walked. I was struck by the fact that she was wearing stockings with a pattern to them and a seam up the backs of her shapely legs. The bodice of the dress was cut just low enough so the tops of her large breasts were visible. The cleavage that made was only rivaled by the Grand Canyon! She looked like, and probably was, a late middle age cougar on the prowl!
The day was spent visiting relatives and paying our respects at the funeral home. The services were scheduled for the next day. Late in the day we stopped at a liquor store and grabbed a bottle of Maker's Mark and a 12 pack. We also got some take out Chinese. While we ate and drank, Aunty changed into her pajamas. She took some light teasing from my cousin about packing so much lingerie. She gave me a quick look as she said she only had the two and had spilled something on the other. I felt the heat come to my face. She knew what I had done!
The three of us killed the 12 pack and about 1/2 the Maker's Mark. When her son was leaving, with motherly concern, she cautioned him about driving drunk. She closed the door behind him. She turned, leaned against the door, looked at me and said we have to talk!
"I know you jacked off on my face last night." she said. "And I had it coming."
"Nobody has that coming! But waking up with my aunt sucking my dick was very confusing!"
"I'm an old woman with too much sex drive and not enough sex. I heard you pissing and got incredibly turned on. When I thought you were sleep, I came out just to look at your dick. Then I touched it....I....I got carried away."
We were both drunker than we should be but we were having the conversation we both needed.
"If there is anything I can do to make up for what I did, please tell me!"
I poured us both another drink. Aunty downed hers in one gulp. She slumped down on the couch. She tried to stand. I unzipped my pants and took my hardening dick out of my pants. It sprang erect like it was spring loaded. I grabbed her head and forced my dick in her mouth.
"Finish what you started, you old freak!"
With loud smacking sounds she inhaled my dick. I felt the head first touch the back of her throat then move down it. Up her head came and down it went forcing my dick deeper in her throat. Her drool was running down my dick to my balls. I felt her finger pressing against my ass.
I fell backward on the couch. She crawled between my legs and continued sucking. Her head bobbed up and down, fully engulfing and swallowing my dick deep in her throat. Her finger pressed against my anus, then entered it. She stroked my prostrate as she sucked my dick.
I could hear this strange animal sound. It moaned, squealed and cried out. It mewled in passion. I realized it was me. I also realized that I that my ass was off the couch. Aunty's finger was buried in my ass. She moved it back and forth. I was balanced by my head on the couch and my feet on the floor.
Expertly, she massaged my prostrate. She rubbed it slowly back and forth while deep throating my dick. I thought I was dying. My heart was trying to jump out of my chest. I tried to take deep breaths. All I did was moan louder. My body, suspended by my neck and feet, began thrust up and down, trying to get my dick deeper in her mouth, to get her finger deeper in my ass. Then I started cumming. The first spurt went deep down her throat. Then she pulled it out of her mouth. She sprayed her face with my cumming, pulsating dick. She moved my dick back and forth like a hose, covering her face in my cum. After what seemed like eternity, an eternity where I felt my insides were pouring out through my dick, I collapsed back on the couch.
I was gasping for air. I was drenched in sweat. My dick was still pulsing little drips of cum on to my couch. My aunty was on all fours in front of me. Her hair was matted with my cum. My seed was dripping from her nose and chin. There was a relatively cum free area around her eyes where she had wiped it off.
"How did I do?" she asked.
I managed a weak laugh.
