Ch. 1 – The Beginning
I thought I knew the real story of how my mother knew my aunt Allyn. The way I was told, they had both been friends since elementary school, and they both had a crush on my father, who they had both met one summer. Dad was on the varsity football team, class president, eagle scout, voted most likely to succeed, yadda, yadda, yadda. From the way he would tell it every girl had a crush on him.
So obviously mom got dad, as I call her mom, and her best friend Allyn settled on his uninspiring twin. Settled is the running joke. Uncle Tom was not well liked, usually running into some kind if trouble and expecting dad to bail him out. Uncle Tom was one of those guys who always had a big money making scheme that never quite worked out. Anyway, this was the story the way I had heard it growing up.
The last I had seen of my aunt Allyn was when she and uncle Tom moved out to live in California. Tom had finally struck it rich on some kind of business deal that actually panned out, and decided the rest of the family could go blow themselves.
Obviously we stopped thinking so highly of uncle Tom at that point. He got downgraded from “the uninspired brother” to “that worthless assed twin.” Ever since they left I’ve heard what a self-centered ass he was. Aunt Allyn at least had kept in touch with my mom by email, maybe writing once or twice a year. While aunt Allyn apparently always defended him, I didn’t end up holding a lot of respect for Uncle Tom growing up.
I was eighteen when my mom sat me down three months before high school graduation. Aunt Allyn and uncle Tom were finally getting a divorce, she says seriously. As such, Allyn was moving back to the to the southeast, and would be staying with us for a while.
As a middle class family, our house isn’t exactly huge. It’s a two floor, three bedroom house. On the main floor are two bedrooms, one of course being my parent’s bedroom, the other having been converted into my mom’s crafting room. It was filled with yarn and scrap book crap, and I do mean filled. There is a den downstairs with an uncomfortable and awkward fold out couch, and then my bedroom. That is it as far as sleeping rooms go.
So I had to ask, “Where is aunt Allyn going to sleep?”
“That’s… what I wanted to discuss with you Jake. We will need to make her sleep on the couch in the den, unless of course you want to volunteer your room in Allyn’s time of need…?” If that sounded like a question, you don’t know my mom. There was no option here. She was being polite, allowing me to make a noble sacrifice instead of telling me how it would be. If I chose to keep my room, I would still be on the couch, just also an asshole.
Here was the dilemma. My senior year had been pretty awesome up until now. My girlfriend Missy and I had recently given ourselves to each other, if you know what I mean, and do so almost nightly. (I had made her wait until we were both 18, but it was difficult.)
My bedroom door has a sliding glass door that leads out into the backyard. Sometimes I would use that to sneak out and go to her place. Sometimes she would show up at my door and spend a few hours here with me. If auntie Allyn took over my room, it might end up being all but impossible to get laid.
When you are 18 that is a lot to ask.
Still, I didn’t exactly have a choice either. “Of course she can have my room mom. I will take the couch. When does she get here?”
“She called us this morning to tell us that she has been sleeping in a hotel but Tom has cut off her credit cards. We bought her a plane ticket for tomorrow. She will be in tomorrow around two.”
“Then where is she sleeping tonight?” I asked, honestly concerned.
My mother smiled, proud that I was already putting her old best friend first. “Of course we sent her some money dear. She’ll be okay.”
“Uncle Tom is going to be pissed. He’ll see this as picking sides.”
The smile drained from mom’s face as she stood up from the table. “Yes well, we have. Let your father worry about his brother.” And with that the discussion was over.
I told my girlfriend about what was going on that night, while she lay naked in my arms. We were at her place. “Well that really sucks. Is that why you were such an animal tonight?” she asked, kissing my neck.
“A bit. It is going to mean a lot less time like this.”
“You can still come over to my place Jake.”
“It will be really difficult. It’s not like I can just open up the garage door. It’s loud as crap. Mom has warned me how light of a sleeper my aunt is.” My girlfriend did her best to assure me a strained sex life wouldn’t affect our relationship. I could hear the white lie in her voice, the lie she was saying more to herself than to me.
The next day I left school early so that I could meet my aunt at the airport with my parents. I was only eight the last time I had seen her, and I had remembered her as pretty and fun, for an adult at least… My parents have pictures of her of course, all old, and as an adolescent adult I’ve thought of her as kinda pretty, at least in the photos. My parents were hot shit too back then I guess too, although now they are both kinda fat. I had no idea what my aunt looked like now.
When we finally saw her, I wasn’t the only one blown away. Allyn was tall, with dark red hair and a deep California tan. She was both thin and fit. Her jeans looked painted onto a pair of long legs and a tight shapely ass. In the pics she had always been small chested, but it looks like Tom had made some renovations in that area. The sweater she wore wasn’t specifically flattering, but it didn’t hide the fact that she was now stacked either.
When she finally saw us, my parents sucked in a breath, and it took a moment to tell why. That is it took a moment for my eyes to climb back up her surprisingly attractive body.
Allyn had what looked like quite a shiner on her. It was healing, but it was obvious that the black eye had taken up half of the right side of her face at one point. We all gasped and winced at the site of it. It is always horrible seeing violence done to women, especially family.
Allyn smiled meekly as she came over, and as we hugged the woman I lost all that was left of any respect I had ever had for my uncle. It was obvious that the smile she gave us hurt her face, as it came out as a half wince.
Despite her killer body, I wasn’t really thinking of her sexually. I mean, she was my aunt after all, and in pain. I thought she was hot as hell, but it was at that point kind of an objective assessment. I couldn’t not notice how sexy she was, but the idea of wanting her sexually didn’t really occur to me.
Things change. My interest in her physically grew slowly over time.
So let’s skip ahead, say…. three months.
Ch. 2 – The Tension Builds
As far as family drama had progressed, we had decided collectively just to tell Tom that none of us had seen his wife. We didn’t hear from Tom often anyway. Allyn got a lawyer based out of California who agreed to keep her location a secret. She flew to California every few weeks as needed.
My sex life with my girl Missy was mostly dead after Allyn moved in. We started fighting, but I had thought we would make it. I started saving up so that after I graduated high school I could get an apartment for us. I even picked one out and made a down payment.
As her eye healed, Allyn’s confidence grew. She was becoming more like her old self every day, more vibrant, more fun. With her confidence came much sexier clothes. She got a bull shit job at a grocery store, then upgraded to a job at a bank in short order. As such could afford to fill her closet (my closet) with the kinds of clothes she liked, and she liked clothes that showed off that body.
It being winter, and her accustomed to the warm winters and warmer springs of the beach, her clothes were often more tight than revealing, but she could somehow make even the most conservative outfits look like incredibly sexy. She was ready to start a life for herself. She even thought she might be up for a promotion already.
She felt bad about my sleeping on the couch every night, and made every effort to try and build a relationship between us. We had started watching television together after dark.
Early on we would just both sit on either end of the couch, a bowl of popcorn between us. We watched a lot of NCIS.It was shocking how much she looked like Holly Lauren, the now former NCIS director. Allyn didn’t see it. As graduation grew closer, so did aunt Allyn and I. Now we would sit somewhat apart only until we could hear my parents turn in. Then my aunt would get up without a word and get dressed for bed, coming back in her pjs, which half the time consisted of being braless in a long shirt and silky shorts combo, sometimes with only a robe to cover her expensive and fancy looking underwear (yes, I peeked), sometimes in what I think is called nighty? They were silky things with a built in bra. She would always snuggle up next to me under a blanket. I recently started slipping my arm around her shoulder.
She would complain about how cold it was up here in the mountains and how warm it was on the beach. I thought I was smooth rubbing her arm in a way that would let me “accidentally” rub my arm across her fantastic breasts. I would imagine myself getting brave and offering to show her how hot some old fashioned southern heat could be. I mean, we were not really related. And here was this beautiful, sexy mature woman cuddled up to me every night. So many times I imagined moving my hand that extra foot to cup her large breasts in earnest or slide my fingers down along her smooth thighs… or imagine Allyn getting bored with the show and slipping her hand under the blanket to play with my cock.
With my own sex life lacking, I spent an uncomfortably large amount of time masturbating. Often I thought about my girlfriend sure, but of course my mind would wonder, and now more often than not my sexy busty aunt would be who I imagined riding my cock as I climaxed.
At one point I grew bold enough not to try and hide the erections that would press against my boxers if I had to get up. It was a futile gesture anyway. She never commented or made any move to wear more at night. I thought she actually found more reasons, to make me get up, like sending me upstairs for water, but I couldn’t convince myself of that. Outside of our cuddle sessions things remained normal. We joked, we hung out with family, and the topic of sex never once came up in conversation.
This is where things were the weekend it all changed.
Ch. 3 – Graduation Day
I graduated on Saturday, and had plans to spend the weekend up in the mountains partying with a big group of friends, including my girl Missy. The fam was going to do their own thing without me. Mom, dad, and Allyn were going out with a bunch of mom and dad’s friends to a local country bar with plans of getting hammered.
When I pulled up to Missy’s house Saturday evening to pick her up for the party, she was sitting on the porch waiting for me. She wasn’t packed. Normally for a night out like this she would pack enough cloths for a small army. She walked slowly up to my window, eyes never leaving her feet, and asked if I would go on a walk with her.
So I walked with her, and she broke up with me. She had decided two weeks ago, but didn’t want to spoil my graduation for me. Apparently an hour after graduation was enough of a separation. She said she wanted to tell me before I actually got the apartment, in case the break up affected my decision. I didn’t tell her that I had already made the down payment.
Instead of going to the party I drove around feeling sorry for myself, and getting mad at my aunt. Surely if Missy had had me inside of her more often, this wouldn’t have happened. If the horny divorcee hadn’t been running game on me every night maybe I could have been more attentive to the girl I had. Maybe I would have been calling her at night instead of running some stupid impossible incestuous fantasy through my mind.
I turned my phone off and drove around for hours. It wasn’t until I was sure that my family would be out of the house with their friends that I went home. The house was empty. I made my way down to my room, not the den but my actual room. I plopped down on my real bed and went to sleep.
I had a dream in which my aunt came back to the house drunk off her ass and climbed into bed with me. As I slept she slipped between the sheets and wrapped those full, beautiful lips around my aching cock.
I woke up around 12:20 am. I felt better. A lot better. And soon I got mad at myself for missing the party. I could have gotten some ass there I was sure. It was too long a drive to go this late. Now I was awake, frustrated, and I suddenly really wanted to get laid.
I knew what club my parents were going to, so I reasoned avoiding them should be simple if I wanted to go out locally. They were going to some country club on the west side of town. There were tons of clubs and bars in this city, one of which I was curious about. All the 18 year old hotties at my school loved it. Toxic? It was on the east side of town. Supposedly it was really easy to score drinks.
I could go out there and maybe run into someone from my school. I was a popular guy after all. I should be able to mention mine and Missy’s break up and be able to score some easy action. And if all the hotties were up at the party? Then maybe I could convince some college girl to take me back to her place, or at the very least seduce some older sexy bar slut or housewife to let me get some ass on the hood of my fancy car.
I wanted some action in a bad way. I wasn’t feeling too picky.
So I showered and got dressed up. I googled Toxic, and within twenty more minutes I had parked and was on my way inside. I had never been to a club before. The door charge didn’t shock me exactly, but I was entirely disappointed with the big X on each hand, marking me as under 21. Not only did this make getting drinks harder, the marks on my hand meant I would have a hard time hooking up with any women who didn’t have them, and maybe a harder time with some of the ones who did too.
I had spent all of five minutes working the crowd, picking out any potential partners, before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and my heart stopped.
“Mom.” I said weekly in greeting. Then more forcefully than I should have I asked “What are you doing here?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing. What happened to your party?”
“Hiya son.” my dad said, appearing out of the crowd behind mom. My heart sank a little further.
“Missy dumped me. I didn’t feel like going to the party, but I didn’t want to be home alone either.”
“That’s wonderful!” my dad yelled over the booming music. Had he misheard me?
My mom elbowed him and leaned in to speak to me. “A lot of shallow girls dump their boyfriends after graduation. The same thing happened to your father!” That was odd, I had thought he and mom were dated through high school…
Then dad yelled, “We expected a break up was coming. I mean her name is Missy son, how deep did you expect her to be?” I laughed. I think they both knew it was fake. “So listen…” dad began, but mom elbowed him to silence again. He looked annoyed.
“We were at Big Joes like we said,” mom said, answering my earlier question, “but Allyn convinced us to bar hop down here. We hate it. All our friends and went back to the other club already.”
This time dad did cut in, getting to the point. “We want to join them, but your aunt is drunk and refuses to leave, and we can’t leave her alone, and since you are not busy…”
My heart sank yet again. I hate being the good son all the time. “Go ahead. I’ll keep her safe and drive her home.” My aunt didn’t even know I was here and she was still being a fucking cock block. To say I was angry was an understatement. Of all the shitty luck….
My parents thanked me. Mom hugged me and dad slapped me appreciatively on the back. They pointed me in the general direction of my aunt and took any hope I had of having a good night with them as they left.
Me and my attitude made our way out onto the dance floor to find my aunt. I found her behind a wall of guys. I stood behind them, tall enough to see over them and see what they were all looking at.
There danced my beautiful inebriated aunt, her dark red hair swirling about her as she spun. She danced alone, and not specifically well, but no less than nine guys, ranging from my age to forty stood and watched her go.
She wore a black tube top stretched incredibly tight across a pair of tits that didn’t pretend to need a bra for support. As she bounced and spun nothing short of a miracle kept those breasts from bursting out into view. Or I guess a lack of one kept them in, as that was clearly what these wall flowers were praying would happen. Her skirt was black and loose, falling to mid-thigh whenever she would stop spinning, which wasn’t often. On her faster spins a black lace thong would come into view, if only for a second.
I mean damn, as inconvenient as my aunt was, she had a body on her. Feeling both mischievous and disrespectful, I reached out between the two guys in front of me and smacked her ass when she stumbled close enough. I slapped it hard, getting a good hand full before slipping back behind the wall of dudes. It was on impulse, and not well thought out. The two guys between my aunt and I sold me out immediately, parting and pointing me out to the enraged dancer.
Thankfully her eyes shifted from pissed to excited as soon as she saw me. She grabbed me by my black button up and pulled me up to her asking what I was doing here through squeals of excitement. Still miffed, I told her “I got dumped, so I skipped the party and came here. Mom and dad wanted to bail, so I told them I would take care of you tonight.” Even with my lips by her ear I had to shout to be heard as close to the speakers as we were. I tried to sound condescending and annoyed, but that affect must have been lost in translation.
She… purred. Somehow, even over the noise, the sound sent a vibration through me that made me shiver. “Sounds like fun. Now take care of me.” Her lips rubbed against my ear as she spoke. She took my arm and spun away from me, spinning back in and pressing her ass up against me. The circle of men around us looked scandalized.
What the hell? It wasn’t like they knew she was my aunt. Why not try and have a good time? Put on a show?
So I danced with my aunt. I should point out here that I could dance. Missy and I had taken a few classes together (In trade for copious amounts of oral) and I had some talent. My skill combined with Allyn’s ridiculously sexy look resulted in a much larger circle forming around us of both men and women. I am sure some were kind of laughing at the young man trying to seduce an older woman who could have been either his mother or a stripper just as easily, but many people watching were legitimately impressed with the show.
I used my skills to make my aunt look competent, not just hot, and the number of men who wanted her swiftly increased. I was getting similar looks from the women who gathered around. One specific older blonde kept making eye contact with me. I would have to remember this tactic of getting attention the next time I came. That is when I wasn’t babysitting…
My aunt must have been dancing for a while before I got there. As I guided her through swing dancing, ball room dancing, and any other moves I could make up on the fly, my hands slid over her arms, stomach, thighs and ass, which were all lightly covered in a thin layer of sweat.
There was also no mistaking how hard her nipples became. Braless, the black top she wore was far too tight to hide the hard little diamond cutters, and they strained the material even tighter than it already was. I was used to seeing them perk up, but this time there was no cold air to blame their sudden firmness on. Allyn was getting as turned on as I was.
I must admit my own erection was crawling down my black slacks towards my knee. Anytime I wasn’t in control of her body she would move to bumping and grinding against me. It was like the dancing made her forget that I was her nephew…or at least stop caring. It wasn’t long before I had a noticeable tent in my pants. I hadn’t had sex in a month at least, after all. When the song ended she all but fell into my arms.
“I need to sit down.” she purred into my ear, the slinky nature of her voice somewhat offset by how she accidentally head butted me as she leaned in. “Why don’t you go get us some drinks while I find us a table?” she asked. I showed her the marks on my hands and she rolled her eyes. “Okay then, go wash those off and find me at the upstairs bar.” With that she spun away from me, stumbled into and through a small group of female spectators, and made her way to the stairs.
I followed her directions to the bathroom. I have to say the chance of getting some drinks into me was exciting. The night had potential not to suck after all. Maybe if I could get Allyn really drunk… I brushed the though aside immediately, shaking my head. Stupid hormones. Stupid dream.
It took a good couple of minutes to wash the marks off. It took a little bit longer to find aunty Allyn, but when I did I was apparently just in time. She was at one of the two upstairs bars, her arm was up between herself and a hungry looking man in his late thirties. The guy had his hands on her arms trying aggressively to convince her to go dance. I recognized the guy as one of the spectators from downstairs.
Even the bartender was involved. The busty brunette had half climbed up onto the bar and was smacking at the guy with both hands. It would have been a comical sight if I wasn’t so furious so quickly.
I pushed my way through a loose circle of his amused buddies and grabbed the guys arm with proportionally much more force than he used to grip my aunt. I twisted his wrist and he let go of my aunt to strike me, but I easily spun him around into his boys and sent him tumbling.
Unlike them I hadn’t been drinking yet. I wasn’t off balance in anyway. The stooges looked pissed on behalf of their asshole friend. I squared off against them, ready to throw down with the lot of them and leave no survivors. I was seeing red. The five of them stepped forward right when the bouncers showed up.
Apparently siding with five guys is more profitable than one, because the two bouncers actually grabbed me instead of the assholes. I argued and struggled to no avail, when the busty little brunette bartender came running up from around the bar and put her hands on the bouncers arms. She explained that the guy had been too aggressive with both herself and Allyn, whom she called her friend, and that I was Allyn’s boyfriend. The guys argued that the bartender was lying, which seemed a pretty stupid tactic to me.
Before the bouncers could decide my fate my aunt Allyn appeared right in front of me and said “This one is mine.” The bouncers still held my arms, so I was relatively helpless when my aunt wrapped her arms around my neck and slid her tongue between my lips. Okay, maybe I didn’t have to open my mouth to her, or chase her tongue with mine, but fuck she looked hot tonight. I blame the adrenaline of the situation.
The bouncers let go, and my arms fell around my aunt, gripping her ass. She leaned into the kiss, and it wasn’t until the bartender’s rag hit our faces that we pulled away from each other. Apparently some time had passed. The bartender had to throw the rag from where she was back behind the bar. The bouncers and guys were gone. The crowd that had gathered to watch the fight had split up and were pretending not to have been watching me make out with the older redhead.
I coughed awkwardly into my hand. Allyn leaned in to me and whispered into my ear. It was quieter up here, away from the dance floor, so I had no trouble hearing her. “I crossed the line there, but I’m drunk. What’s your excuse?” she tried to give me a stern look but failed, laughing into my chest. I felt uncomfortable. “Come with me lover boy and play along.” she whispered after the laughing subsided. She took me by the hand and led me back to her seat at the bar.
There was more than one bartender at that bar, but it was the same impressively stacked brunette that waited for us to take our seats. I sat Allyn first and took my spot on the stool next to her. The brunette leaned in to speak to my aunt, though I didn’t hear what was said. I saw the bartender hand something discretely to Allyn while they spoke.
The bartender was really hot. Long dark hair. Pale, smooth, porcelain skin. Her breasts almost as big as my aunt’s, though I couldn’t tell if they were natural or not. The bartender’s breasts were, like my aunt, fighting to break free of her top, and I had no doubt that the tips men gave her were proportionately bigger than protocol required. Lastly I noticed her diamond wedding ring and sighed.
When she pulled away from Allyn and looked at me I reached out my hand to introduce myself. “My name is Jake.” I told her.
She took it. “I know. Allyn here said that you are her neighbour? My name is Beth. Allyn here is my soon-to-be boss at the bank, so if you hurt her I’ll see you beaten, understood?” I pulled my eyes away from her chest and nodded. Neighbour? I guess that was better than admitting you just made out with your nephew…
When she gave me my hand back I sat it on the counter, and Allyn grabbed it and placed it on her bare thigh. My cock stretched in approving confusion at this, before I felt something wet on the back of my hand. I looked down to see it was now stamped with a cancer symbol. Allyn handed what I guessed was the stamp discretely back to Beth.
“This can get me fired.” Beth warned. “You owe me, sister.” Then looking at me she asked “What can I get you tough guy?”
“Oh, uh…. Highlife. Thanks.”
“Do you wanna start a tab?” Beth asked.
I started to remove my hand from Allyn’s thigh and grab my wallet but her hand fell onto mine and held it in place. “Oh no honey, after that display of masculinity, you can add him to mine.” said my aunt. My aunt locked her fingers through mine and ran her other hand up and down my arm. I feigned not to notice.
Beth brought our drinks and turned to help the other people at the bar. I sat there with my aunt in silence, my hand on her leg. I held my drink in my left hand, leaving my right hand entwined with hers on her fantastic muscular thigh.
Finally she spoke. “I’ve told the women I work with at the bank about this really attractive young man that I’ve been flirting with. I told them I have an apartment, and that the young man from next door and I hang out sometimes in the evenings, and how I think he hopes to show this divorcee a good time.”
She paused for a long moment before continuing. I took a long drink and looked at her, smiling flirtatiously. I wasn’t certain what else I could have done. After a moment of trying to read my reaction and seeming pleased with what she saw, she continued.
“I’ve also told Beth about how badly I want to have that good time. How badly that I want to fuck that young man. She laughs and calls me a cougar, but dares me to go for it, to dress more and more slutty during our encounters to drive you wild… him wild.” She was silent for a second as she took a slow sip from her drink. Slowly she released my hand and slid hers up my arm, across my lap, and dug her nails into my hard on through my pants.
“Have you ever specifically wanted to get drunk, so that you would be free to make mistakes?” she asked, meeting my eyes.
She squeezed my cock again, I guess to make sure I knew what she meant, and I squeezed her thigh as I spoke. “God yes.” I said honestly. She looked at me drunkenly, with a large smile on her face.
“Bottoms up?” she asked.
I sat there looking at my beer for several more seconds. On one hand she was my aunt, and drunk. I shouldn’t take advantage; it would be the height of immorality. On the other hand she has maybe wanted to fuck me for months. She was a stunningly hot married ‘soon to be’ divorcee, she had her hand on my cock, and she wanted to have a good time. I really wanted to get some ass tonight. Her leg felt really good under my hand right now, and I was dying to peel those clothes off of her…
Ahhh, what the hell? I downed my beer and slapped it down on the counter.
“Shots!” my aunt shouted.
“Shots!” I echoed quickly.
Within seconds Beth was back in front of us. My aunt ordered something called a Scoobie Snack, while I ordered a Red Headed Slut. Allyn, her own hair a dark red, elbowed me in the ribs. I slipped my arm around her, and insisted Beth bring me two, as I had some catching up to do.
I did my shots and a third and fourth before Allyn took my hand and lead me back to the dance floor. This time she and I were much more physical. She climbed me and swayed from my body like I were her stripper pole, and I spun and twirled her like she was an extension of myself. Whenever she came close her lips would meet mine or her hand would squeeze and grip my ass through my black slacks.
After the dance I started to guide her back up for more drinks. “Whoa cowboy. I’ll go grab my card. You go get the car.” She swayed a bit and stumbled into me, so I caught her and held her. Her large breasts pushed against my chest and pleasantly up over the top of her black tube top, threatening to spill out.
“I was going to drink a bit more and call us a cab.”
My lovely aunt gripped my shirt in her fists and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. She then pulled herself up to my ear, licking my neck on the way up. “How drunk does a man have to be to get his dick sucked? You’re driving mister. A lady never sucks cock in front of a cabbie.”
My hands slapped down onto her firm ass and squeezed. Okay, maybe four shots and a beer were all I needed to be willing to fuck my own aunt after all.
She slid from my arms and up the stairs, using the arm rail to steady herself. I turned and shot out the exit, almost at a jog, eager to grab the car. By the time I returned aunt Allyn was waiting near the exit, some guy was leaning out his window and was trying to offer her a ride.
Ch. 4 – Family Bonding
She recognized my car and hustled over, her breasts doing interesting things as she ran. As soon as she was in I started down the road, and the club was still in sight when her hand landed firmly on top of the hard bulge in my slacks. “Sorry for rushing us honey, but I’ve been wanting this cock in me for months now, and I am really tired of waiting.”
Her hands switched from squeezing my cock through my pants to deftly working my fly, and I gave up on rational thought. I focused on the road as best I could.
I felt Allyn’s hand slip into my slacks, into my boxers, and wrap around my thick, eager cock. She tugged on it several times before she pulled it out into the open, its size and rigidity giving her trouble. “Mmm,” she purred, “you’re even bigger than I imagined you would be.”
I took a hand off the wheel and placed it on the back of her seat. She leaned over towards me, but didn’t drop her head into my lap as expected. Instead she worked my cock with her hands as she spoke.
“Tell your aunty how badly you want her. Tell her how eager you are to stuff this cock inside of her.”
I’ve done the dirty talk before, so I was sure I could handle it without seeming like a loser, but the words she wanted me to say seemed pretty out there. I had been telling myself that the wanton woman who was pumping my cock with her hands was not my aunt. Still, if that’s what turned her on then I could play that game.
“I’ve never wanted any woman as badly as I want you right now aunt Allyn. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. Please take me inside of you aunt Allyn.” It was difficult to talk dirty and drive at the same time especially since I was so motivated to get home.
Luckily my aunt didn’t keep me waiting long. My eyes slid from the road and up into my head as her lips rested gently over the head of my cock and slowly parted, applying constant pressure as they slipped down and around my erection. Her tongue did incredible things, flicking across the tip until my cock slid too far down her throat and then instead massaged my cock from the side, a warm muscular masseuse in that sexy mouth of hers.
The road came back into focus and I was in the wrong lane. It was a turning lane, and thank God it was empty. I turned on my blinker to announce to anyone behind me that I would be coming back into the correct lane. I made it back over just as my aunts lips met the base of my cock and she bit lightly down with her teeth and made a humming sound to draw my attention to her achievement.
My God! The base of my cock? I was fully hard, at my maximum length and thickness, and her teeth her pressed into the base if my cock. My whole erection was all the way down her throat. I wondered if I could flex the muscle and touch her collar bone…
Eyes on the road lover boy! My right tire was in the shoulder of the road. Not too bad of a swerve. I had apparently left the highway in favor of back roads. Good idea. My subconscious was smarter than I was. I slowed down.
My aunt gagged and pulled her mouth up off my cock, or did she pull my cock out of her mouth, hell I don’t know but I remember it felt just as good coming back out. She coughed and gagged, complimenting her skill and my size. “Holy shit! Did you see how far down my throat you were? Did you feel it? I don’t think porn stars have a cock that big Jake, or a throat so able! It’s like my throat was made for this cock!”
“I like the sound of that.” I said with a raised eye brow, voice neutrally committed. As if the size of my cock or deep throating my aunt were no big deal. That’s right, I have game.
“Nowhere near as much as I do.” my aunt said warmly. My cock throbbed eagerly in her hand, and she acquiesced to it’s request and slipped the beast back between her heavenly lips. Up and down. Lick lick lick. Eyes on the road. Back and forth across her lips. In and out. Mind on the road, I chided myself.
Slowly my cock crawled down her throat so far I thought I felt her heart beat, then slowly back out it would regretfully slide. Shallow bobs, up and down, up and down, then slowly all the way back in as far as it could go.
I swear we caught air as we rounded the final turn onto my street and sped down hill towards the house. Mom and dad weren’t back. What time was it now?
1:58. Not even two? My parents claimed they would be shutting the club down with their friends, then going back to one of their friends’ places after… Of course they might leave early, but Allyn and I probably had the place alone for thirty minutes at least, maybe a few hours if we were lucky.
I stopped the car and took a moment to finale feel her fantastic tits through her top. As she continued to deep throat my cock I took another minute to pull her skirt up and feel her fantastic ass. After that I pulled my lovely aunt off of my cock by pulling her hair. Her lips pouted at me, but her eyes looked absolutely craven. Hungry. Starved for more. “Get your fine ass inside aunty Allyn, now.”
Her eyes lit up with challenge. “And who are you to order me young man?”
“I am your nephew aunty Allyn, and I am taking you inside and fucking you senseless, whether you like it or not.” She gave me a faux scandalized look. I got out and shut my door on her. Her eyes never left me as I circled the car. I circled it slowly and determinately, never quite looking back at her. I stopped only long enough to stuff my cock back into my pants before opening the door for her.
Aunt Allyn was still laid out over towards the driver seat, but she had rolled over onto her back and had a frightened and scandalized look on her face that didn’t meet her eyes. “But Jakey! We’re related!”
I rolled my eyes. “I could care less.” I reached in, dragging her by her sexy legs out the car door and lifted her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She laughed and cackled as I carried her into the house, grabbing my ass with both hands.
I carried her around to the sliding glass door that lead into my room, the door I had left unlocked when I left for the club a few hours earlier.
Once inside, I threw her down on my bed. Mine. That idea was an odd kind of turn on all on it’s own, like I was reclaiming territory. By fucking the woman who had taken my bed from me on it, I was expressing dominance over her and my territory.
It was an odd thought, but a turn on, so I went with it.
I hopped up on the bed, straddling my aunt, and kissed her deeply. She cooed and moaned and writhed as she bit my lips and her hands made their way back down to my pants to once again free my engorged cock.
I kissed and licked my way down her neck. There was nothing measured or careful about our pacing. I was as hungry for her as she was for me.
Her thin little top, the one that always looked like it might pop open at any moment, was actually on so tight that it hurt Allyn as I struggled to pull it over her breasts. Frustrated I bit the thing and tore it up the middle. My aunt tugged and fondled and caressed my cock as I stared at the nicest rack I had ever seen. My uncle must have spent a small fortune on those things. So much for keeping his good fortune away from this side of the family.
I squeezed one fantastic breast in my hand. Then the other. Then squeezing the first one from the side, I took the nipple into my mouth and stimulated it with my lips and tongue. I attacked her breasts like a starved man. I pinched, pulled, licked, rubbed, bit, and slapped those big beautiful and neglected orbs like there was no tomorrow.
My aunt’s stripper body writhed underneath me until her skirt rose up above her waist. She released my cock and started trying to slide her panties off, desperate to feel my cock inside of her. I smirked and slid down her body, sliding her panties down her long tanned legs in the process. Allyn cooed for me as I did so. She asked me to fuck her, told me how badly she needed me.
I didn’t answer, but instead knelt down by the bed and kissed her ankle. Too many nights had I fantasizes thinking about these long legs and that killer rack to rush things now. For all I knew this might be a one night stand. In fact it probably was. I decided to go slow as I kissed my way up her right leg, completely neglecting the left.
I kissed, licked, and nibbled every single square inch of that gorgeous leg until finally I as just centimetres away from aunt Allyn’s bare snatch. I breathed a long hot breath of hot air onto it before sliding all the way down her other leg.
Allyn bucked and moaned and pleaded with me to lick her cunt, “Your aunty’s cunt” she said, but I ignored her pleas and started the slow process over. I had to hold her legs down to keep from getting kicked.
I finally made my way back up her long left leg and back to that pretty pussy. I hadn’t been sure what to expect when I saw it, as I had never slept with an older women before, but it looked just as sexy as Missy’s had when we had first started dating. I had expected it to look.. used… like Missy’s did now. Maybe uncle Tom wasn’t packing much heat. Maybe big cocks skip a generation, or just followed dad’s side of the family tree.
Whatever. The pussy in front of me was making my mouth water and my cock ache. I stood up and rested my cock against her entrance, playing with the idea of skipping the oral and going straight into fucking her roughly. I was so ridiculously turned on that the idea of rushing to my own climax was pretty damned tempting.
I lifted my aunt’s legs straight up in front of me, holding them together with my left hand while running my right lightly up and down her pretty thighs. Allyn cooed and moaned and pushed her cunt against me, ordering me inside of her. That was the deciding factor. Had she begged me to eat her I would have fucked her right then.
I leaned against her legs, pushing them back against her until I was close enough to kiss her, my dick pressed between her labia and one tiny thrust away from penetration. Instead, after the kiss I kissed her neck and her shoulder. Her collar bone.
She cried out in protest when I finally pulled my cock away from her hole. She ran both hands through my hair as I kissed my way down her glorious breasts again, and took my time doing so, she said I was a horrible nephew for teasing his poor aunt so.
I pushed her legs up into a spread eagle position, and she did as I had wanted and grabbed them with her own hands at the knees to hold them up for me.
When my ex would hold her legs like that her thigh muscle would become stretched and pronounced through the skin around her cunt, and the one on the right, for some reason, would become incredibly sensitive. I gave my aunt’s leg an experimental lick and her body bucked appreciatively. I gave it a few more, then slowly traced my tongue around the outskirts of her sweet looking pussy.
My aunt screamed “Just eat me for the love of god!” and this time I did exactly as she asked. I licked her long and slow, pushing my tongue into her deeply and widening it as much as I could inside of her. She tasted… absolutely heavenly.
I stabbed my tongue into her in quick, jabbing gestures. I traced my tongue lightly between her inner and outer labia. People say a good tip is to write the alphabet with your tongue. I worry that the pattern might be recognizable, so I write sentences. “You are mine aunt Allyn. Mine to fuck and tease at my leisure. Mine to pleasure, mine to use.”
My aunt, as it turns out, does not cum easily. I was partially through spelling out the long list of prepositions before I felt and heard her writhe in anticipation of an approaching climax. I waited until I just started to taste her fluids before I moved up to assault her clitoris. My busty aunt cursed my name and raked her fingers through my hair as her body bucked for me in ecstasy.
I stood and removed the rest of my clothing, and my aunt wiggled out of her black mini skirt, which was all that she had left on. I stooped to the ground and picked up her black heels and slipped them back onto her feet. After she understood what I was doing, she helped. I am not much of a talker, but sometimes words are not necessary.
I walked my naked sexy aunt over to the dresser, in front of the mirror, and had her bend at the hip, holding herself up in front of me. In the heels, her ass was lifted just high enough to allow smooth entry into her pussy from behind, a fact that had occurred to me as we danced earlier.
I ran my hands up her thighs and over her big, round, muscular ass, and marvelled at how much my aunt must work out to look so damned sexy. I smacked her ass, and enjoyed the way her whole body shook with pleasure and pain.
“You have no idea how badly your aunt needs that thick cock inside of her Jakey.” I had a faint, distant memory of my aunt calling me Jakey as a child. I had been turned off by the aunt/nephew part of this at first, but I was beyond that now. To say I was turned on by my aunt’s persistent dirty talk would be an understatement.
I lined myself up with her sweet little pussy from behind and started working my fat cock into it. It took some rubbing and some cramming on my part and some repositioning and shifting on Allyn’s (evidence that I was much bigger than uncle Tom, I reasoned) until finally I was deep inside of her wet and wanton snatch.
I slid slowly but purposefully inside of her. I went slowly mostly because I had to. My aunt was tight as sin and opened almost unwillingly as I pressed myself into her. In and out I started to slide.
In the dresser mirror I watched my aunt bite her lip, her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed. She looked heavenly with her vibrant red hair cascading down her smooth tan back, her perfect breasts hanging heavily and swaying gently as her body rocked slowly to and fro in rhythm with my thrusts. I was torn between watching her beautiful face, full breasts, shapely ass, or just simply appreciating the view of my cock sliding slowly in and out of her hot sex.
I knew when she was ready. Her eyes opened and locked onto mine in the reflection and she smiled warmly at me. “Is this all you got nephew?”
I calmly reached forward and took my aunts arms from the dresser. She tried to stand but I twisted them in a way that caused her to bend over even more severely than before, balancing precariously on her black high heels.
I pulled my fat cock slowly and carefully out of her pussy and, just before my cock head popped free, yanked back on her arms and thrust forward, slamming myself into her to the hilt. She grunted in a very unladylike way, rolling her eyes back in her head.
I released the support I was offering her weight while not releasing her wrists. She tumbled forward a bit as I slid my cock back out but she caught herself without trying to right herself, balancing precariously on her tall black heels.
The instant she straightened her legs and before she had the chance to look back up at me I thrust into her again, wrenching her arms back just as hard as before. The second that sweet ass slapped against my abs I again let up on my grip and let her tumble forward towards the mirror.
She didn’t buckle her legs this time, trusting me to reel her back against me before she hit the mirror. She adapted quickly to what I wanted. I didn’t let her down. Again I reeled her back against my cock. And again. And again.
Her eyes rolled back just a bit with every thrust but she did her best to stare me and catch her breath. As soon as she managed that she screamed out “Fuck me that… That fuck… fucking massive cock!” I did as she had tried to ask and started fucking her harder and faster.
My aunt, as I saw it, was built for sex. Full lips, fuller breasts, a pretty and innocent looking face, vibrant full bodied hair, a tight ass… Now that she was single many, many men would be angling to coax her into such a role in their lives. As her first lover post Tom, I wanted to be the best she would ever have. I wanted to be the fuck that she compared all others to.
Her body bounced and shook as I desired in front of my mirror, our mirror, and shook even harder as she came. I tilted her body back just enough to see her gorgeous full breasts shake fantastically. This caused me to lower my hips and thrust upward into her, which made her cum all the harder it seemed.
She wanted to collapse after cumming, I could tell, but I was more than able to continue in this position and eager to see my aunt struggle to keep up. Again I picked up the pace. Though it was more of a challenge on my body, slapping into her wet snatch from the lower angle was easier on my aunt’s diaphragm, a little more up and down than back and forth, and she resumed egging me on with her fowl language.
“Fuck your horny fucking aunty with that massive fucking cock you naughty naughty fucking boy!” she cried breathlessly. I stopped fucking her right before she came again. “Don’t stop please don’t fucking stop.”
“Grab my wrist.” I ordered, releasing her right arm. She swayed forward but rebalanced herself and reached back to grip my wrist as instructed. I slowly moved my arm across her ass towards her other arm, and her pussy clamped down on my cock as she struggled to maintain her balance.
I had had a thought. If this was a once in a life time sexual experience, I wanted it to be an unforgettable one too.
“With your other hand grab the same wrist.” I told her. She did so. With my free left hand I gathered up my sexy aunt’s gorgeous red hair and pulled. “Now let go of my wrists with both hands at the same time and grab my other wrist.”
She hesitated, so I stopped supporting her weight with the arm she held and pulled my cock back slightly, ready to slam back in while pulling her back by her hair alone. Quickly she released my arm with both hands and gripped my left hand just before I yanked her hair back. I still pulled hard on her hair as I jammed my cock back into her cunt.
At the same instant her ass bounced off of my torso I slapped her ass with my now free right hand. I fucked her harder and more roughly than I ever would have sober. Aunt Allyn came much harder this time as I repeatedly yanked her by her hair back against me, slapping her ass with every thrust. She did her best to relieve the pressure on her hair with her upper arm strength, but I knew it hurt, and knew the pain made her cum all the harder.
“Fuck you you hot fucking bitch, I’m going to cum!” I growled.
I mercilessly slapped her fantastic ass as her body shook, and I stopped fighting my own climax as well. “Don’t cum inside me!” she yelled to late. I was already pumping my hot seed deep into my own aunt’s desperate sex.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, though it was lost in the sea of expletives that were flowing from my aunt’s pretty lips. She released my hand and fell forward, catching the dresser before she hit it. I leaned into her, reluctant to pull my still ejaculating cock out of her pussy and eager to wrap my arms around her and cup her full breasts.
My aunt cooed appreciatively, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “I was wild before I married your uncle, but I’ve never come close to cumming that hard in my life.”
I returned her compliment with a wink. “I’ve never been with such a beautiful woman before, and I wanted to make an impression.” I continued to play with her breasts as we talked, flicking her nipples with my thumbs. I hadn’t lied, I thought Allyn was gorgeous.
“I need to lie down.” my aunt said. “Will you lay with me?” she asked.
I was taken off guard by the request, having expected to retire to the couch in short order. We still had time until mom and dad got back… “I would love to.” I told my aunt.
She had me lay down under her sheets nude and soon, after washing her make up off and cleaning up the mess I had left inside of her, her naked body settled up against mine. After a long, gentle french kiss, she faced away from me and guided my arms around her, bringing my hand between her breasts. We spooned there naked in silence for quite some time as I enjoyed feeling her body against mine.
I heard my parents come home. They talked in the kitchen for sometime with guests. I realized that my aunt was sleeping, and knew that I should sneak away in case my parents came down, but I was loath to tear myself away from her fantastic body.
An hour later the guests upstairs left, and my parents luckily went off to bed without coming downstairs. I laid there for another thirty minutes, watching my beautiful, vibrant aunt sleep, feeling her body against mine. Apparently, I chided myself, I wasn’t so worldly as to be able to fuck someone and not feel connected to them.
Sighing, barely able to keep my eye’s open, I tried to quietly disentangle myself from my sleeping aunt. She woke as my arm slid out from under her. She turned to the sliding glass door and saw that it was still dark outside.
“You aren’t leaving me are you?” she whispered.
“I fear you will wake up screaming at me for having taken advantage of you last night.”
She laughed quietly. “I have been trying to build up the courage to drag you in here for weeks. I was hoping to have you again in the morning if you were not repulsed by the idea sober.” She said this with a purr, pulling me back against her, though I saw uncertainty in her eyes.
“Mmm… I am sober now and would gladly take you again if you are up for it.” My busty aunt shifted and reached between us, gripping my iron hard cock.
Her eyes lit up in surprise and open delight. “Are your parents back yet?”
“They went to bed thirty minutes ago.”
“Then we will need to be quiet. Lay still and let me take care of you.” Allyn kissed my cheek, and then my lips softly as she spun to face me and slide on top of me. I ran my hands through her hair and over her body as she reached between us and slid my cock back inside of her.
Kissing me deeply she rocked her body up and down mine, sliding back and forth onto my cock. “Tell me again you think I am beautiful.” she whispered.
“I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” She purred and started riding me just a little bit faster.
“Have you always wanted to fuck me?” she asked.
“No. I thought you were stunning at the airport, but I thought of you as family. It was the teasing you’ve been doing that got to me.”
She purred again. “That was the idea.” Now she held herself up higher by straightening her arms, and I took the opportunity to caress her pretty breasts. “Did you enjoy my teasing?”
“I hated it.” I said honestly. She stopped rocking against me and raised her eyebrow challengingly. “I thought it was torturous, because I didn’t think this was possible.”
“I think your interest in me might be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.” My aunt smiled at that and leaned in to kiss me, softly and fully. Then she leaned back and sat up into a cowgirl position, her pretty thighs on either side of my torso. I ran my hands over them as my aunt began to lift and lower herself onto me, riding me with increasing abandon.
She told me not to hold out on her, not to try to make her cum. She said I was two orgasms behind and she desperately wanted to make me cum again. I obeyed, and willed myself closer and closer to climax as I watched her fantastic silhouette bounce on my throbbingly eager erection. It was not long before I filled her again with my sperm, and her body shook as my orgasm brought about her own.
She collapsed against me, whispering that I cheated by making her cum, and that I needed to be ready to be pampered in the morning. She kissed my lips, told me that she loved me, and rolled over to fall asleep. She told me she loved me. I mean, she had said that before, aunt to nephew, but obviously not ever after sex. It felt… different.
I worried for a moment about what I was getting into, but soon pushed those concerns out of my mind and snuggled up and spooned with my beautiful, sexy lover.