Tom enjoyed staying at his aunts Celia's house, the long summer days seemed endless in the large gardens that surrounded the property.
It was not that Tom was keen on nature, or the pristine rose bushes that his aunt would kneel over for hours, pruning and delicately maintaining.
It was the fun he had with his cousins and the evil, stuck-up woman who lived next door.
Mrs. Harrington was a heavy set woman who knew how beautiful she'd been in her younger years and even now as time was softening her edges still had an air of entitlement. She enjoyed waltzing around displaying her obvious wealth in expensive clothes, though her dresses and hats looked stuck in a style from decades previous.
Tom had taken a instant dislike to her as soon as they had met, a dislike made even worse by how horny she made him feel.
Maybe it was his teenage hormones, hyped up by college life but she was driving him wild.
He'd been walking down the road when he had first bumped into her, fed up with being stuck in this boring suburban neighborhood.
As he walked past the foot of their driveway he had paused, looking at the overly ornate columns surrounding their front doors, thinking how tacky they were, a desperate attempt to emulate the ostentatious wealth on a Georgian house.
Suddenly a posh voice had called out, it's tone sharp and accusatory, startling him from his gaze.
"Excuse young man, who are you and what are you doing on my property?" Mrs. Harrington had seemingly appeared from nowhere.
Tom had tried to politely introduce himself and explain that he wasn't on her property and was staying next door.
Mrs. Harrington was having none of it, demanding to know why he thought it was ok to snoop around "like a thief, or worse." Tom wondered what she meant by worse than a thief.
Tom had tried to listen, to be polite, but as Mrs. Harrington had worked herself up, looking down on him both physically and metaphorically, Tom eyes had wandered and he'd found himself furtively sneaking glimpses at her heavy bosom straining against the soft fabric of her summer dress.
She was tall, taller than his 5 ft 9 frame and she was wearing flats. Her hair was a deep auburn color, off her face in a severe pulled back style.
Her face was strong, and she had big handsome features, her eyes were a piercing blue and her lips were full and thick. Tom could not tell if they were real or had help.
Her body was as stout as it was tall, she seemed to have powerful arms and her bust stood out in front of her as if to bludgeon anyone in her path.
Her waist was surprisingly narrow and only emphasized her size, although he could not see, Tom was sure that her ass must have been equally impressive.
The more uptight and angry she got at him, the more Tom found himself getting hard.
His thoughts had started to run away into fantasies as she berated him, her bosom shaking as her anger rose.
Tom imagined her anger exploding as she ripped his clothes off, pushing him to the ground and squatting over him, overpowering him with her size.
He imagined her berating him and laughing as he tried to escape, her total dominance an amusement to her. He saw her pulling up her dress, revealing her naked sex above his face, his face suddenly buried between her heavy ass cheeks, the smell and heat and wetness he'd feel rubbing over his lips and tongue, all the while scolding him in her stuck up accent.
Tom had gone red as these thoughts had come over him and he had practically ran away with Mrs. Harrington shouting after him about manners.
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Tom had fumed to the whole family about it, his uncle had laughed and said he wasn't surprised.
"Terrible people," he'd said, "Can't stand them, think they're so much better than everyone".
Surprisingly the only person who had stood up for them was his cousin Sarah, the youngest of his cousins, who was also normally the quietest. Tom had always put this down to her general petiteness and shyness that contrasted so much to her louder older sisters who always seemed to dominate conversations.
Amy and Rebecca, affectionately nicknamed 'the twins' due to their likeness had inherited their fathers height, and much to Tom's embarrassment their mothers figure.
Amy especially had curves that made him blush, and to make matters worse Amy know knew it.
She was a year younger than Tom but she had definitely matured faster than him and he had secretly lusted after her as she had blossomed into a striking curvaceous young woman.
She recently had also become the first girl that he had shown his penis to; she had asked him nonchalantly one day, so he had. Pulling his fly down he had pulled his jeans off and after a moments hesitation removed his boxers.
She had looked at it's limp form with a kind of mild curiosity. Then she had teased him, "Aren't they sposed to be bigger and harder?"
He'd pointed out that standing there half naked in her room was a little embarrassing instead of arousing so what did she expect?
Amy had looked at him, studying his face and his penis before coming to a decision.
"That's fair" she had stated and pulled her t-shirt over her head.
Her large breasts had bounced gently then sat perfectly jutting out of her chest, hard nipples pointing slightly upwards towards him.
When Tom had overcome his shock and realized what he was looking at he had felt his dick start to grow and harden.
Amy had giggled as it started to stiffen, but that had died away and she became strangely quiet as it grew to it's full length.
They had stood there for moments, he looking at her tits, she starting silently at his cock, biting her lip slightly.
Neither one of them spoke as Amy had moved. She had slowly inched towards him eyes never leaving his cock.
She'd looked at his face then and smiled a strange small smile as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Tom's legs felt like they were trembling so much he'd fall over, every sensation of the cool air on his skin like a thousand fingertips stroking across his legs and groin.
When Amy's hand had reached out and her fingers gently touched his skin, it was as if he had been burnt.
He's twitched backwards sharply and Amy had looked up at him, a sudden nervousness across her face.
"Can I?" was all she had said, and he had nodded, not knowing where this would go.
She had reached out again, this time her fingers enclosing and gripping the shaft of his cock.
Tom groaned, Amy smiled happily.
She slowly started to work her hand up and down, feeling the skin move and slide over the veins and ridges of his firm flesh. She watched as the tip of his penis started to darken, fascinated as a small droplet formed at it's opening. As her hand moved up and down, Tom's hips started to meet her in gentle thrusts, the droplet increased in size. Amy had suddenly leaned forward and run her tongue over the droplet of liquid, tasting it's saltiness and the soft velvety texture of the head of his penis.
Tom could not believe what was happening, he looked down at his cousin, her hand wrapped around his long cock, her tongue snaking out and licking its tip, her breasts just visible as her head moved around and Tom felt like he was in heaven.
He wasn't...yet.
Amy looked up at him with the naughtiest smile he had ever seen, then opened her mouth wide and lowered her mouth down over his cock never breaking eye contact.
Tom groaned even louder, now this was heaven. He leant back against the wall, worried he would fall over, Amy following never letting his cock leave her mouth.
She started to suck it hard into her mouth, making loud slurping noises. Tom breathed heavily, enjoying the warm suction of her mouth, his hands moving to the back of her head trying to direct her to the speed and depth he wanted.
Amy did not seem to mind or notice, obliviously enjoying his cock. Tom held her head more firmly and started to push his cock deeper into her mouth with each stroke. He looked down at her and felt a sense of confidence and power as he saw her struggle to accommodate his size.
Amy looked at him again her eyes slightly reddened, a bit of snot running from her nose and each time she pulled back his cock dripped drool down her chin.
Tom felt how close he was getting, his fingers entwined themselves in Amy's blond hair gripping her head into a firm hold. He felt his climax build deep within his groin as if emerging from his ass, he felt his cock start to swell even more and he pushed his hips forward, pulling Amy's head down further on his cock, her hands were pressed against his thighs now, pressing backwards trying to counteract his thrust but he did not relent.
Tom's cock erupted with a rush, Amy's eyes shot wide open as she tried to swallow the cum shooting down her throat. As Tom slightly weakened, his climax pouring from him, she managed to pull away, his cock sloppily flopping out her mouth. It continued to ejaculate, splattering her face with cum as his climax finally started to subside.
Tom had then looked at her remorsefully, his cum dripping from his younger cousins face, her eyes red and drool, snot and cum mingling across her mouth and chin, dripping down onto her naked breasts.
"I'm sorr..." he had started to apologize but Amy had stood and put a hand to his mouth, her fingers sticky and salty with his cum.
She threw her arms around him and sloppily kissed him. Tom was momentarily repulsed by the mess on her face but before he could react she was kissing him and he was responding. Her tongue forced it's way into his mouth and messily smeared itself around his lips, he responded sloppily kissing her back.
She had hugged him then and put her head on his shoulder,
"I love you cuz.." she breathed in his ear, "lucky for you I sometimes like it rough, but you need to be careful and more respectful in future, especially with a cock as big as your's."
"Don't be doing that to anyone unless you know they can handle it, and more importantly want to handle it."
