AUNTS in my PANTS (rewrite) by tenorman
Rating: 93%, Read 439380 times, Posted Dec 08, 2015
AUNTS IN MY PANTS
I always thought my Aunt Susan was hot.
Susan is my mother’s younger sister, and kind of a carbon copy of my mom. She is four years younger than my mom and they had always been close. Both attractive, around the same height, maybe 5’5 or 5’6, and both with the same dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and slim, in-shape bodies. They both looked quite a bit younger than their actual ages.
I grew up in a single parent home with just my mother Terri and my sister Anna, who is a year older than I. My name is Chad. I never knew my father.
From the time I was young my Aunt Susan paid a lot of attention to me, and I reciprocated. We got along very well and our repartee was always light and fun, with subtle teasing and flirting. She would say things like I was going to be a real lady killer when I got older, and I was going to have to beat the girls off with a stick, things like that, just to see me blush, and she was never shy about kissing me. When I was a little boy it was just innocent kid stuff, but when I reached puberty I realized that she was an attractive, sexy woman. Throughout my teens I would see her on all the major holidays and would often fantasize about her.
I turned eighteen the week I was to head off for my first year of college. My mother threw a birthday/going away dinner for me and Susan was there. Her husband Ed was off somewhere on business per usual and did not attend. After dinner we were all sitting around talking and sipping some wine and the subject of my music came up. I had a little recording console in a room in the basement and would create and record my own music.
“You’re writing your own music?” Susan asked. I nodded.
“Oh yes,” my mom said. “It’s quite good too, you should listen to some of it. He spends hours and hours down in that room making music.”
I looked at Aunt Susan and asked if she would like to hear some of it. She said that she would.
She followed me downstairs and into my music room and I closed the door behind us. I flipped on a small gooseneck desk lamp that lit the room in a soft glow. I fiddled with knobs and put on a piece of music. It was a sultry, seductive, slow bluesy, swamp rock kind of tune with moaning, harmonized guitar and sax licks.
I watched her face as she listened. The song was one of my best, I thought, emotional and played with feeling. I was interested in how she responded. She listened intently and stood stock-still. She said she liked it.
After several minutes of my mood music I circled around and came up to her from behind. I put my arms around her just below her breasts and placed my lips gently on her ear. She stiffened in a rigid form but didn’t stop me right away. I kissed her ear and then her neck. She relaxed a little bit and placed her arms over mine. I moved a hand to her breast. She let me cop a quick feel before she slowly pulled my hand away.
“Chad, no, we can’t…”
She turned to face me and tried to push me away but I held her. I pulled her close and kissed her. Her lips parted just enough to accept my tongue and we lingered for a moment before she pushed me away.
“No, Chad, stop, its wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” I said. “I’ve been jerking off thinking about you. I’m hard as a rock right now!”
“Chad, I’m thirty-six years old, you’re eighteen. We can’t. Besides…”
She started smoothing her cotton sun dress. I could see her hardened nipples behind it.
“Besides what?” I asked. Her big baby blues looked right through me.
“I have to go,” she said, and opened the door and walked out.
I went off to college and became pretty busy, and didn’t see Susan much over the next year, just once at Christmas. But in the fall of my sophomore year a distant cousin was getting married and we were all invited to the wedding. The wedding was taking place in a town about a hundred miles away so we all reserved rooms in the hotel where the reception was to be held. My mom would share a room with my sister Anna, Aunt Susan and Ed would share a room, and I would have a room to myself.
There was a dinner on Friday night, and the wedding was to be Saturday afternoon, followed by the reception. At the dinner Friday night I noticed that Ed was missing and asked Susan where he was. She told me that he had to work late but would arrive Saturday for the ceremony and reception.
After the dinner some of the party went to the hotel lounge to hang out and drink, myself, Mom, Anna and Susan included. As the alcohol loosened us up, soon everyone was joking and having a good time. Susan and I were again flirting playfully. The crowd thinned gradually and eventually my mom and Anna said they were going to turn in, and left.
I wasn’t ready for bed yet, so I invited Aunt Susan to stay for one more drink and she agreed. The place was almost empty and everyone who might know us was gone. We sat at a small table in a corner. We caught up on things like her job and my school, and she of course teased me about girls. We reminisced about other things too.
“Remember that time in your music room? Your music was seductive, and the way you touched me: It felt good, but so wrong.”
“I’m not going to stop wanting you just because you say it’s wrong,” I said. Her eyes were now glued to mine.
“I know,” she said softly.
I leaned to her and kissed her mouth and she opened up to me. Our lips parted and our mouths meshed into one, our tongues swirled and danced in a slinky pirouette. My hand went to her breast and her hand immediately grabbed mine. The shaking of her head unraveled our kiss.
“No, Chad, we can’t.” She gathered up her purse to leave. “I have to go.”
“Take me with you.”
“No,” she said. “I’m going to leave now. You stay here and finish your drink. Knock on my door in half an hour. We can finish talking about this then.” Then she slugged down the rest of her drink and strutted out of the room. I admired her ass every step of the way.
Thirty minutes later I knocked on the door of her room. The door opened just wide enough to let me in, then closed behind me. Susan stood before me, her hair damp from a shower and plastered close to her head. She wore nothing but a large, white hotel towel that was knotted at her side and it hugged her body from just above her tits to just below her groin. I wanted to chew the towel off of her.
She gripped my hands in hers. “This has to be our secret,” she uttered softly. “If anyone ever knew you were here…”
I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead and her temples and her nose and her mouth. “You want me as much as I want you, don’t you?” I said, half short of breath.
“I know it’s wrong,” she said. “But I can’t help myself.”
Our mouths collided in a burning rush and our tongues resumed their tango that had started in the lounge downstairs. My cock was hard as a rock. Her hands went to my belt and she savagely unbuckled it and then ripped open my zipper as she backed me to the bed. I sat down as she yanked down my pants and boxers in one fell swoop.
“Oh. My. God.” she exclaimed.
I grinned. I guess she didn’t expect to see a nine inch cock on my narrow 5’11” frame.
“Oh my god,” she said again. “I don’t know, I may have bitten off more than I can…”
I cut her off by putting my finger to her lips. “Suck me,” I said.
She dropped to her knees before me and kissed my cock and licked my balls and vice versa. I massaged her scalp and she slipped one hand between my legs.
“I’ve wanted this for so long…” I said. “Put it in your mouth…”
I can’t describe the bliss I felt when she finally took me into her mouth. Her mouth was smallish but she managed to take half of it in. Her lips and tongue were magic and her hands were experienced. She moaned and made sloppy, slurpy sounds as she sucked. We found a steady groove as I softly swung my dick into her mouth and her head and hands kept pace.
“That’s it… Suck that cock.”
We increased our intensity and I held the back of her head as I rammed my cock into her, reaching for the back of her throat. Years of my pent-up desire didn’t take long to emerge and soon I knew I was close.
“I’m gonna come, Aunt Susan,” I grunted.
I discharged a load of cum into her mouth like none other I could remember. It was hot and I felt it rise up, exploding through my shaft and burn on the way out. She took it in her mouth and held her ground through my seizure-like shudders.
When my body finally stopped shaking she was still on her knees. She looked up at me and with the last of my cum on her lower lip, and said, “Chad…whenever we are...uh…just call me Susan.”
She unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom up and we took it off. She stood up before me and untied the towel and it dropped to the floor. Finally I was staring at the alluring body I’d craved and would jerk off thinking about. She stepped closer and put her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth to her swollen right nipple.
Fresh from her shower, she was squeaky clean and smelled lightly of citrus, good enough to eat. And that is what I planned to do. I pulled her onto the bed beside me and she sucked my tongue into her mouth, any lingering resistance now gone, and our hands roamed freely over our electric flesh. I kissed her neck and sucked her stiff nipples and my fingers found their way into her clammy clatch. She moaned with joy.
“Yes…” she hissed, “You’re finally going to have me. How do you like that, Chad?”
I mumbled something with her tit in my mouth. She grunted when I pushed my hand deeper into her.
“Ugh… I can’t believe I’m letting you do this, Jesus, do you have your whole fucking hand inside me? Ugh…”
I moved my face closer to her open twat and as I four-fingered her I chomped down on her enlarged clit. It was already evident to me that Aunt Susan didn’t mind it at all if things were a bit rough.
“Oh shit, Chad, that’s it Honey, suck me Baby. You came in my mouth, and now, ugh, I’m going to come in yours, ugh…and then you’re going to stick that big fucking cock in me and fuck the shit out of me… Oh God…Oh shit…”
I kneaded love her knob with my lips and tongue as I drove my face into her. I pulled my sloppy right hand out of her slippery slot and moved it to her left tit and she instantly grabbed it and put my slick fingers into her mouth. Her groin started a tight, intimate dance with my face as her other hand pulled my head closer. And we danced…
“Oh shit, here it comes, Baby,” she hissed, grinding into me. “Eat my pussy, Honey, I’m coming Baby, oh yes, are you ready?…oh fuck…”
As she came into my face she was pounding my head with her midsection and sucking the skin off two of my fingers. She came in a vibrant rush and I swear she could have spray-painted the far wall if my head hadn’t been there to stem the flow. She howled and growled and dug me until her thrashing finally ebbed to softer spasms.
“Oh God, Chad fuck me…” she implored.
“Not yet!” I said.
I flipped her over on her stomach in one fast move and climbed on top of her and whispered in her ear.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love your ass?” I said. “Your foxy ass has been driving me crazy, and now it’s mine. I’m going to lick your fine ass.”
“Oh, God,” she sighed as I moved down behind her into perfect position.
For the next twenty minutes I licked the rim of her bunghole and tongue-fucked her ass as she moaned and grinded her sweet butt into my face. I spread her cheeks with my hands and stuck my tongue as deep into her ass as I could reach and savored her tasty walls as her sphincter teased my tongue. Her cries were loud and often and muffled by a pillow.
“Oh God, Honey, I can’t believe this,” she groaned. “No one’s ever done this to me before…”
That made me want to work even harder so I slipped a hand between her legs and back into her slippery snatch. That produced a louder grunt of surprise and pleasure and she immediately placed her hand on top of mine and directed my fingers to her hardened love hammer and worked herself with my fingertips. She moved her midsection in a soft, sexy swing, back and forth, alternately drilling my face with her ass and my fingers with her hungry cunt.
My cock was aching for her so I moved up in position behind her and slipped it into her from behind. Our first fuck was going to be doggie style. She squeezed my wiener with her warm, wet bun and I pumped her as hard as I could. She yelped into the pillowcase with every push and within a minute or so I could feel the pressure rising inside me. I drilled her over and over and she kept shrieking, her sopping pussy full of cock.
“Oh shit, what a fuck…” she said. “Ugh, oh fuck, what a cock.”
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this,” I hissed in her ear.
“Me too. Ugh.”
“And now I’m going to come.”
“Me too. Ugh.”
I growled like a Grizzly as I dumped my second load deep inside her, spurt after spurt, and Susan moaned into the pillow case. As soon as I pulled my oily driveshaft out of her garage she rolled onto her back and pulled my face to hers for a long, sloppy kiss. There was a puddle of her cum on the sheet where her pounded pussy had been. We kissed and talked dirty for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night Susan got up and went to the bathroom. She was in there for a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and the water running, and I started stroking myself and soon was hard again. She opened the bathroom door a split second before she flipped off the light and I caught a quick glimpse of her sexy naked body as she headed back to bed.
The room was pitch black. Once she was back under the covers beside me I reached over and grabbed her hand and placed it on my concrete cock.
“Hmmmm…” she said.
I rolled on top of her and fed my dick into her thirsty slit.
“Yessss…” she said.
We fucked nice and long and slow at first and no words were spoken, just coos of contentment. I picked up the pace and poked her harder.
“Yes…” she said again.
My lips found hers in the inky darkness and we deep-throated tongues as we fucked harder still. Her noises were trapped in my mouth as I drove my train into her tunnel. When my grunts got louder she fucked me harder, knowing what was soon to come. She let out a muffled scream and bit my tongue when I stuck a couple of fingers into her ass. Our mouths parted but the fucking continued unabated.
“Sorry,” she said, grinding me.
“You like my cock inside you?” I asked, pounding her.
“Yes,” she said, grinding harder.
“You like my fingers up your ass?” I said, pounding harder.
“You’re gonna make me come again.”
I gave her a couple more hard swings and there it was, rising up through me and into her. I grunted loud and hard and drool dripped out the side of my mouth as our bodies shook.
After I pulled my dick out of her and rested beside her I heard her chuckle.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
Oh nothing,” she replied. “Just another puddle on the sheet for us to dodge. But we really need to get some more sleep. Or I’ll look rode hard and put away wet at the wedding tomorrow.”
“Nah,” I said. “You’ll be the hottest babe in the room.”
“Well, thanks. It’s fun being your whore for a night.”
We didn’t say anything more, but I thought: a night? She’s thinking one night? I had other plans.
In the morning I was returning from the bathroom when Susan’s cell phone rang. She had wrapped the towel around herself and was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked at her phone.
“It’s Ed,” she said. “Ssshhh…”
I was quiet for a while as they talked, but still being naked, I decided to have some fun and began walking around playing with myself while Susan tried not to look at me or laugh or get mad. I gathered from her side of the conversation that Ed would just meet her at the church and then they would drive back to the hotel for the reception. That was good…he wouldn’t be barging into the room on us…so I decided we would have some more fun.
Soon I was quietly dancing in front of her with nine inches of hard cock bobbing inches from her face. Her face alternated between evil frowns and stifled smiles as she tried to finish her call before losing it. She turned away but I grabbed her towel, yanked it off and tossed it across the room. I got onto the bed and from behind her back took her breasts in my hands. She tried to wriggle free but I held her tight and kissed her neck.
“Okay, Hon,” she said into the phone. “I’ll see you there. Bye.” She ended the call and stared at me with a stern look on her face. By this time I was sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.
“Now, don’t you get mad,” I said, “Or I’ll kiss you.”
She laughed even though she didn’t want to, and she kissed me.
“You are so bad,” she said. We kissed again.
“So are you,” I replied.
“I know.” Then she scooted down onto her knees and sucked my cock.
She gave good head. I held her hair between my fingers as I swung my missile into her mouth. I felt her finger creep into my ass. She filled her mouth and throat with my member and when she knew I was ready to roll she backed off, and then, with just my helmet in her mouth she sucked with all her might, bringing out of me a raucous yell and multiple shots of my love rum.
She rose before me and emptied her mouth of cum onto her nipple and I licked it off.
“Try to stay hard, boy, it’s my turn,” she said, as she sat on my cock facing me. She stared in my eyes as she moved up and down in sweet friction. I put my hands on her buttocks.
“Yes…” she moaned. “Play with my ass.” I squeezed her cheeks and leaned my fingertips into her crack. “Inside…”
I rammed two fingers into her hot hole and she hugged me tight. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” she kept repeating as we fucked, fucked, fucked. Then I felt a rush spill out of her and over my cock and balls as she collapsed on top of me. We didn’t move for a while.
The wedding went well, and soon after we were back at the hotel in the reception hall. It was a large group, perhaps 200 or so, and we were all at the same table: Me, my mother, my sister Anna and Susan and Ed. The food was fine, the music was good and everyone seemed to be having fun. Susan tried not to look at me but when we did make eye contact she gave me a serious look. Everyone was asking everybody else to dance. I danced with my mom, my sister and a bridesmaid, so it only seemed natural to ask my Aunt Susan to dance, so once Ed was off talking business with some guy I grabbed her hand and pulled her out on the dance floor.
After we were dancing for a minute or two I suggested that we go up to my room.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that!” she said.
“No, I’m serious,” I said. “Let’s have some fun. Meet me in my room and we’ll have a quickie.”
“Chad, please stop. I’m married, you know. I can’t walk out of a wedding reception, I think my husband might notice, don’t you?”
“Ah, shit, that old fart? He’s over there drinking with the boys, look at him. If we’re quick, he’ll never know you’re gone. And if he asks you, just tell him you went to the ladies room and got to talking with the girls.”
“You are crazy, you know that?”
“Yeah, crazy about you.” Then I put my mouth to her ear and said, “It won’t take long. I want to fuck your ass with my tongue.”
She pulled back and said, “You really know how to sweet talk a gal, don’t you?”
“I know what you like,” I said, grinning. The song ended and we began walking back to our table.
“I know,” she said softly.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” I said, and walked away.
I went to my room and waited. Each minute dragged along slowly. After about twenty-five minutes I had just about given up on her when I heard a gentle tapping on the door. Through the peephole I saw it was Susan.
I opened the door and she slipped inside. The door closed behind her and I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. Her mouth seemed to resist at first, but not for long; soon she opened to me and my tongue was in her mouth, and then I felt her arms around me, and the kiss became long and savage and she moaned softly.
When we broke our kiss she said: “I can’t believe I’m here, we can’t keep this up you know, it’s wrong…”
“I want to make you feel good,” I said.
“Me too,” she softly said.
We didn’t bother to undress. I pushed her back to the wall and dropped to my knees in front of her. She wore a dress that was soft and red and fell to just above her knees. I swooped the fabric aside and Susan took it in her helping hand and held it, giving me access to her lovely crotch. I could see the outline of the lips of her already damp, thong-covered pussy. I pulled the thong sideways and she squealed when I stuck my tongue into her snatch and sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Oh God…” she moaned.
Her love rod was swelling inside my mouth as I worked and she was getting wetter and wetter. I reached a hand behind her and squeezed her ass. She was moaning louder and louder and then I spun her around to face the wall and licked her asshole. I could feel her pushing her ass into my face as I rimmed her and she whimpered with each push. I reached my right hand through her legs and continued massaging her love pistol. When I plunged my tongue into her asshole she let out a loud screech and her legs almost buckled. I had already learned that the way to Susan’s heart was through her ass.
I continued her anal tongue fuck and her clitoral shiatsu for a couple minutes, amidst her animal squawks, and urged her to orgasm. The time was near.
A loud “Oh fuck…” was all she said before blasting off, power washing the wall, the carpet and my hand with her liquid sex. That’s what I’d been waiting for.
I stood up and leaned against her, kissed her neck and took off my belt and dropped my drawers.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to fuck you up your beautiful ass!” I whispered into her ear.
“But it will never fit…”
“We’ll make it fit.”
“We don’t have time…”
“We’ll make time…”
I reached between her legs and put my fingers into her slimy slot and got a handful of her luscious love lava and slathered it over my cock and in her asshole. My cock felt like a hot steel rod.
“Oh my god!” she said when I pulled the thong strap out of her ass crack and put the tip of my cock up against her O-ring.
I spread her cheeks and pushed. Susan grunted and opened her asshole for me a tad, and I entered her.
“Oh Jesus Christ, Chad, I can’t believe we’re doing this!” I pushed a little more.
“Of fuck, I can’t believe you’re going to fuck my ass!” She leaned her ass toward me and I pushed a little more hot steel inside her. She wanted it.
I nibbled her ear and told her she had the perfect ass and I wanted to know how it would feel to have my dick inside it. I gave her a poke and another inch or so slipped in.
“Ugh… I can’t believe this… Ugh… Ass fuck…”
Then I reached around to the front of her and slipped fingers of both my hands into her pussy.
“Oh fuck, now what are you doing?
“I’m fucking my beautiful Aunt’s beautiful ass,” I said. I felt her right hand touch mine as she started fingering her clit. I lowered my knee to adjust my angle. Then we started really fucking.
With each pump my cock stretched and filled her ass a little more and my fingers jabbed her sexy cunt. Her ass and groin swayed in steady time with mine and my cock had never, ever felt such soft, solid pressure. It was tight and light. But eventually I was almost all the way in!
“Oh fuck, Chad, oh shit, you better come soon.”
“You okay?” I rasped.
“I feel like I’m going to shit a brick,” she wheezed. Then, “Your cock in my ass, your fingers in my pussy, fuck…”
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“A little. It hurts good.”
She stroked her tool harder and faster and I started banging her like there was no tomorrow and soon my rod was fully embedded inside her snug butt. I pounded her hard against the wall. In and out, in and out. I could feel my semen rising within. This was the best fuck I’d ever had.
“I’m ready,” I said.
“Me too,” Susan said, and then moaned as she released her second coming.
With one final thrust I groin-slammed her and felt my load rising up through the barrel and out the muzzle of my gun, and I fired shots of sizzling semen into her hot ass.
I held her breasts and kissed her from behind, my cock still between her anal walls. “Wow,” I said. “That was fucking incredible.”
“I can’t believe it. I haven’t done this since college, and he was a lot smaller than you,” she said. “Did you get all of it in?” She could feel my head nodding on her shoulder and then said, “Oh my God, I can’t believe it! But take it out now, I have to get back downstairs.”
She went into the bathroom to clean up and I heard her cursing and bitching about how soaked her thong was and about my cum dripping out of her asshole and about how I got my cum on her dress and what a mess she was.
“I look like shit!” she said when she came out.
“No, you’re beautiful!” I said.
We kissed and then she was out the door, headed back to the reception. I looked at my watch. We had accomplished a lot in only 26 minutes. I took my time going back to the reception and by that time Ed and Susan had already split.
We lost track of each other for a while after that. I was away at school of course, and she had her job and married life to keep her busy. We had to keep it on the lowdown, so any contact had to be secret. Whenever we did communicate her message remained constant: It was great but it’s wrong, I’m married, we can’t continue.
When I went home for Christmas break she kept her distance and even on Christmas Day when they came to visit she never left Ed’s side. I sensed a tension that had never been there before and I wasn’t the only one to notice it, both Anna and my mom picked up on it.
I didn’t know a lot about their marriage, but I did know that Ed had been married with children when he and Susan first hooked up and had an affair. But his wife found out about them and then they got divorced and he married Susan. Ed was evidently pretty wealthy, a stockbroker or something, and they had a place in the city and a condo at the beach.
I sent her a birthday card the following March. I had never sent her one before, but I sent this one and mailed it to her company address. I told her I missed her.
A couple of weeks later Susan called me. She said she was going to be in a nearby town on business the following week and would it be possible to meet for a late lunch? I told her that was good news and we set the date: the following Wednesday at four o’clock. We arranged to meet at a chain restaurant.
When I arrived at the restaurant Susan was already there, ensconced in a booth, on the phone, doing business, papers spread out in front of her and a carafe of wine half gone. We greeted with a quick kiss as she hurried to finish her call. Then she put the phone aside, gathered up the documents and spreadsheets on the table and dumped them into her leather satchel. Then she picked up the carafe and emptied it into the wine glass in front of me.
“Business sucks. I’m done for today,” she said, and sipped her wine. “How are you doing, Honey?”
She looked different somehow. Still beautiful, but stressed.
“I’m okay,” I replied. “How are you?”
“Oh, I’m all right. Just sick and tired of the corporate bullshit,” she said. “But hey, I don’t want to bore you with all that. So, how’s college going this semester?”
“It’s okay, same shit, different day.”
We had dinner and some more wine and by six o’clock we were in the hotel room she had rented right across the street. We skipped dessert; Susan said that would come later. We were barely in the room before her tongue was in my mouth and our bodies meshed and my cock was already bursting at the seams of my jeans. We were ravenous for one another, and Susan was an animal, lusting for me like a bitch in heat. She tore at my clothes, and started yanking them off piece by piece, and in between savage kisses she spit out a passionate monologue of dirty talk. She told me she’d been thinking about this all week, taking my big cock and ramming it in her wet pussy and she wanted to taste my cum and lick my balls and sit on my face and how badly she needed to be fucked.
When my clothing had been reduced to my tented boxers and my shoes and socks she told me to get the rest of the way undressed and she would be back in a minute. She said she had a surprise for me and then went into the bathroom and shut the door.
When the door reopened, I was seated on the edge of the bed, naked with my cock facing north. She stood right in front of me, naked except for a skimpy G-string that barely covered her lovely twat. She spun around, shook her rump inches from my face, a thin green cord buried in the crack of her ass. I detected the same hint of citrus that had so turned me on that first time.
“Do you like it?” she asked, and I nodded. “I bought it for you. It’s edible!”
She moved her crotch close to my face. The skimpy cover was nothing but a collection of green gummy candies. I took a lick.
“I hope you like lemon-lime,” she said. “Go ahead, eat it! Then you can eat what’s behind it.”
She moaned when I put my mouth on it. She put a hand on the back of my head and pulled my head closer to my dessert. As I chowed down she bombarded me with slut talk and described all of the things we were going to do. I grabbed her ass in my hands and held her key lime pie steady, making it easier to munch.
“There you go Chad, on my ass already, aren’t you, you love my ass as much as you like eating my…ughhhh…”
I rammed a finger into her asshole as I took a healthy bite of green.
“That’s it, that’s good, finger my ass, you love it, don’t you? You’re eating my fucking panties then you’re going lick my fucking pussy and I’m going to sit on your fucking face and then you’re going stick that big fucking cock in me and fuck the shit out of me and…”
I wedged another finger into her asshole and her body shook. I spit out some candy so I could chew off some more.
“Ugh, shit….you want to fuck my ass again too, don’t you, I know you do, you horny bastard, well don’t you worry you will, and I brought lube too, I’m ready for you this time you assfucker, I’ll never forget what it felt like when you fucked it with your tongue, you’re the only one who ever did that to me, and the way you licked my ass and rammed your big cock up there, but first I want to suck your cock, and take my time, I want your whole young, strong cock in my mouth, I want to taste your cum again…”
I picked her up and threw her on the bed beside me and shoved my tongue into her mouth to shut her up. We held each other, her body slithering around me like a python, and kissed passionately for some time, my hard penis pressed against her.
“All those things are going to happen,” I said, as I slid myself down between her legs and removed the rest of her thong. “But first, now that the candy is gone, I’m going to eat the real sweet stuff.” Then I put my face between her thighs.
“Ooh, that’s it Baby, eat my pussy, suck it out of me, God I love the way you eat my pussy, I needed this. God I need to be fucked…”
That’s pretty much the way it went all night, and all of her predictions came true, and then some. Susan seemed different somehow, louder, raunchier, our sex was harder. It was better, less inhibited. I chalked it up to her feeling less guilt and less fear of getting caught.
The next morning I awoke with my usual a.m. boner and we started our day with a blowjob for me and a mouthful of cum for Susan. Then we showered together and she let me clean out her pussy with my soapy cock. I kept it up until I wasn’t the only one who started the day with an orgasm.
When she was leaving for her appointment I mentioned that in three weeks I’d be home for a week on spring break, maybe she could fit me into her schedule? I saw a twinkle in her eye.
“We’ll see,” she said, then put her hand behind my head and kissed me, and left me standing there with the taste of her minty, mouth washed tongue.
As spring break approached I hadn’t talked to Susan, and she had asked me not to contact her, so I honored that. She finally called me on the Friday before I was to head home on Sunday.
“So Chad, are you ready to come home for a few days, take a break from school?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” I replied. “I can use it because once I get back after the break it will only be a few weeks till finals.”
“What are your plans next week?”
“Not too much. I’m wide open except for Tuesday. I have to drive down to the beach for a job interview.”
“Really?” she said curiously. “At the beach? What job is that?”
“It’s at the Giant Beach Resort. They hire tons of college students every summer for the season and the pay is really good and great tips too. I know a couple of people that worked there last summer and made a ton of money. My interview is 11 a.m. It’s about a two and a half hour drive each way, so that day is blown.”
“Maybe not,” she pondered. “I have several accounts down at the beach, maybe I can schedule them Tuesday morning.”
“Sounds good to me, I’m hard already,” I blurted.
“Oh, you’re hard all the time, behave yourself,” she said. “After the interview, just come straight over to the condo. Do you remember how to get there?”
I’d only been there twice but I told her I would find it. She said, please do.
I aced the interview and made a beeline for the condo. As soon as the door closed behind me she was in my arms and we were sucking tongues. She wore a terry cloth robe and smelled fresh from a shower. After a long kiss she took my hand and let me to her bedroom. There we embraced again, our tongues saying hello again.
“How did it go?” she asked me as she unbuttoned my shirt.
“I got the job,” I said, shaking off my shirt.
“You did? Wonderful! That calls for a celebration,” she said enthusiastically as she ran her fingers over my chest and kissed my shoulder. “I love your body,” she added, and licked my right nipple. “I can’t wait to fuck you in my own bed.” She put her hand in between my legs and felt my hardness. “Take off your pants,” she said, and backed away a couple steps.
I kicked off my shoes and removed my pants and socks. She told me to sit on the edge of the bed and I obeyed. Then she opened her robe and let it fall to the floor, and her radiant naked body stepped to me and knelt between my legs and started licking my cock. I was already stretched to the max, and this sexy vixen was about to put on a show. She stretched her mouth, opened as wide as she could three or four times to warm up and then took me in her mouth. She must have been practicing because I watched her adjust and readjust her mouth and lips and throat and angle until, little by little my whole cock had disappeared into her mouth and my balls kissed her lips. She gagged only slightly and I slow fucked her throat. Soon she needed to come up for air and I pulled her lips to mine.
“My God, that is fucking unbelievable!” I said.
“I’m such a whore for your cock,” she said, catching her breath. She stood and told me to lie back on the bed, which I did, and then she lay atop me, straddled my face with her pussy and took my cock back into her mouth. For the next few minutes I was fucking her mouth and eating her drippy snatch and when she let out a cock-muffled moan I knew her rush was on the way. I felt her head come off my member and she moaned again, long and deep, as her stream flowed onto my face and down my chin and neck and chest.
Slowly she repositioned herself so we were properly aligned and kissed me.
“You did it again,” she said. “Now, I need you to fuck me.” She yanked my cock into her.
“Fuck me. Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Keep fucking me, fuck all of me, I’m your fucking whore…” she rambled. Raunchy Susan was back.
That’s the way it continued for the next three and a half hours. Then we had to break it up. We had long drives ahead of us. We left separately in case some nosy neighbor might notice us together. When we kissed goodbye I squeezed her ass.
“You just can’t leave my ass alone, can you?” she said.
“No,” I said. “Until next time?”
“Yeah, probably,” she said with a sly grin. “But in the meantime I think I may need to find a butt plug that feels like your tongue.”
Once again I didn’t hear from Susan for a while. But I had told my mother and sister that I‘d gotten the job at the beach, and one of them had come up with the idea that perhaps I could stay at Susan’s condo for the summer if it wasn’t in use. One thing led to another and Susan actually called me one day. I had just gotten out of a class when my cell phone rang.
“You never call me!” I said to Susan.
“Hello to you, too,” she said, and we laughed.
“What’s the occasion? Did you find that butt plug yet?”
“No, not yet,” she laughed. “I might need another dose of the real thing!”
“Maybe I’ll get another edible thong, but I’ll put it on backwards and stick my ass in your face.”
“Now, that is a great idea!” I said and we laughed again.
She then asked me where I was going to live over the summer when I was working at the beach. I told her the resort provided group housing and they deducted it from your pay. She said she had talked to Ed and they would be fine with me staying at their condo for the summer if I didn’t mind them coming down for a weekend here and there, but she didn’t think that would be an issue because I’d be working all the time. All I had to do was keep an eye on the the place, no wild parties and keep it clean.
“What do you say?” she asked.
“Well, it’s a no-brainer. The one complaint I’ve heard about the gig was that the housing was loud and there was no privacy.”
“So you like the idea?”
“I love the idea. Thanks to you both. Plus I can sniff your panties when you’re not around!”
“Sure. And maybe sometimes when I am around, too!” she said with a laugh. I was semi-hard when we ended the call.
The day after I had my last exam I went home for a couple of days and then headed down to the beach. The sooner I could start the job, the sooner I would start making money. Susan had left a key for me at the management office, so I picked it up and went to the condo and carried all of my stuff into the guest bedroom. I called the manager at the resort and told him I was in town and reporting for duty. He told me to come in the next day and fill out all the forms and he would get me started.
Susan called to see if I’d got settled in all right. I told her everything is falling into place, and I would be working about 60 hours a week and would have Mondays off, except for Memorial Day. I suggested that maybe when she called on her accounts at the beach she could make it on Mondays. She said she was thinking the same thing.
The routine became such that I would work my ass off for six days and then fuck my ass off on Mondays. Susan would show up in the morning and we’d fuck like animals half the day. Then she’d get cleaned up and go call on some accounts and then head home to Mister Ed.
The third week I was there Susan and Ed came down for the weekend together. At night it was creepy to lie in bed and think what might be going on in the master bedroom. So I’d jerk off thinking about Monday morning.
On Fourth of July weekend they came down again. The fourth was Saturday, so they both drove down in separate cars on Friday after work. I was working all weekend and hardly saw them. Ed had decided to stay over until early Monday to drive back to the city rather than fight the beach traffic heading home after a holiday weekend.
Ed must have left at around 6:30 that morning because at 6:45 a freshly showered, naked Susan slipped into the double bed beside me. Susan was even hornier than usual and we were tearing each other up pretty good from the start. I sucked some titty and ate some pussy and soon Raunchy Susan was in fine form.
“Goddamn, that’s it, Baby, eat that fucking pussy, Chad knows how to go down, God I needed this so bad. Feels so fucking good…Been a whole fucking week since I felt that big fucking cock, get up here and fuck me.”
She pulled my head up to hers and stuck her tongue in my mouth while she guided my dick into her and I started banging her saturated vagina.
“That’s it, fuck me, I love your big hard cock inside me. Drill me baby, ram it into me, then I’m going to suck it then you can roll me over and have your way with my ass, all weekend thinking about this, thinking about you sticking your big fucking dick inside me, in my pussy, in my mouth, up my ass, oh yes, oh fuck…”
“Oh fuck is right!” Ed said.
He was standing in the doorway. I don’t know how long he was there, but I pulled out of her in a nanosecond and Susan covered herself with a sheet and a pillow. Ed had a maniacal look in his eye, like he could kill somebody, staring at us, back and forth. I saw his eyes lower and glimpse my crotch.
“You filthy slut,” he spit with venom, looking at Susan. “You fucking whore. I had a feeling you were fucking somebody, but I never thought you’d stoop to this!
We remained silent.
“My lawyer will be in touch. Let me know when you’re coming to get all your shit.” He turned around and left. He screamed ‘FUCKING BITCH!’ right before he opened the door and slammed it, probably waking half the people in the building.
Susan started crying softly. I lay down facing her and tried to kiss her tears away. Then I kissed her mouth and our tongues did a soft, easy slow dance.
“Shit. Well, My life is about to change,” she said.
“Yes,” I said.
“And it looks like we’re going to be roommates,” she added with a tired smile.
“Yes.” I kissed her again. Then her eyes became wide like blue saucers.
“Did you see him stare at your cock?” she asked. “He was impressed! Yours is so much bigger than his. He was jealous, I know him.”
We were silent for a time, looking in each other’s eyes and sharing gentle kisses.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
It was the first time she’d used those words to describe what we did together.
Ed made sure the family heard all about us. My mother was livid but Anna was surprisingly supportive, almost impressed. “Do your thing,” she’d said to me when she called, “You’re pleasing each other and not hurting anyone else. Hell, if I was there I’d do her myself!”
Because she was now living at the beach and it was not exactly convenient to where she did most of her work, Susan would usually spend three or four days away working. But that still gave us three or four straight days together each week, and the way we fucked each other we needed three or four days to recover, believe me.
Before long the summer was winding down. It was just a few days before I would be heading back to school when I came in from work one afternoon and heard voices. Susan and my mother were seated out on the patio having a spirited conversation. The sliding door was open just a few inches so they hadn’t heard me enter the condo, but I could hear them clearly as they spoke, and I soon realized they were talking about me.
“Well, its time he knew,” my mother said, “we’ve all lived this lie long enough.”
“You make it sound so easy. After all this time I think it could do more harm than good,” Susan said.
“I raised him Susan, you didn’t. And we wouldn’t have such a mess on our hands if you hadn’t decided to start fucking him!”
“I’m serious Susan, the time has come and we will all just have to deal with the consequences. Chad deserves to know. And just because he’s a great fuck and has a big cock are not good enough reasons to continue this relationship any longer. He should be out screwing college girls, not family members. We need to tell him the truth.”
I slid the door open and they both looked at me with horror in their eyes.
“Tell me what?” I asked. Susan closed her eyes and bowed her head. Dead silence.
“Well?” my mother said to Susan.
“You go ahead. I’m sure you’ve looked forward to this,” Susan said.
“Sit down, Chad,” my mother said.
I pulled a deck chair close to them and my mother began to tell me a dark, family secret.
“Chad, I want to start by saying that we are sorry we never told you this when you were young. We almost did a hundred times but we always chickened out. You were always so well-adjusted and we didn’t want to screw that up.
She took a deep breath and glanced at Susan’s watery eyes before continuing.
“When Anna was born I was very overwhelmed. It had been a difficult pregnancy and delivery and I was exhausted and depressed. Your father was often traveling during the week and was not much help. Susan was a senior in high school at the time and she offered to come over and help me. So, she moved into the guest room.
“During that time, over a number of weeks your father seduced Susan and they began a sexual relationship, and Susan became pregnant. After much soul searching, Susan decided she wanted to have the baby. That baby was you.”
I don’t know what my face must have looked like but I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. I swallowed and took a deep breath. She asked me if I was okay and I nodded.
“So, I divorced your father and told him to stay out of our lives. And I raised you as my own so Susan could finish school and go on to college.”
I sighed louder than I intended and looked at Terri and said, “So, you’re not my mother, you’re my aunt.” Then I looked at Susan and said, “And you’re not my aunt, you’re my mother?”
They both nodded.
“I’m so sorry, Chad,” Susan cried.
“Man,” I said as I rose out of my chair. “We are one fucked-up family.” I went into the guest bedroom so I could be alone.
An hour or so later Terri tapped on my door and asked if I was okay. I told her yes and that I was going to work one more day and then I’d be home the day after tomorrow and I’d talk to her then. I continued to lie in bed thinking about it all. I soon realized that once I dealt with the shock, I wasn’t really upset. I remembered what Anna had said. We weren’t hurting anybody, we were making each other feel good; and if it is okay for an aunt, why not a mom? We’re all adults here.
I opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall. The door to Susan’s bedroom was half open. I tapped on the door. Susan was sitting in bed reading a book.
“Are you okay, Honey?” she asked. She started to apologize again but I cut her off and sat down on the bed beside her. I detected my favorite scent.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ve been thinking a lot, and it’s okay. I know it must have been hard for you guys, but I think it would have worse if you’d told me when I was young. And thank you for not aborting me.”
Susan’s eyes watered and she squeezed my hand.
“And from now on in my life, I’ll never get pissed off if somebody calls me a motherfucker!”
She didn’t know quite how to react to that, but I smiled at her and she chuckled.
“And another thing I’ve learned is that I have a beautiful mother with a sexy ass who is great in bed.”
I leaned over and kissed her. In a flash my tongue was in her mouth and her arms were around me and my hand was between her legs and then we were naked and she covered my body with kisses and sucked me and licked me and I ate her and fucked her, and we came and came, we couldn’t get enough, hours of hard, dirty love, a total release, with no holding back and no more secrets, like we were once again fucking for the first time.
When I was taking my shower in the morning I got a blow job as a going away present.
I had just several days before heading back to school on Sunday. When I returned home Thursday night there was a little tension in the air but I was able to relieve it some by telling Terri what I had told Susan: That I’m okay, I understood that they were in a difficult position and I was glad they didn’t tell me sooner. I thanked her for raising me. Then I kissed her full on the mouth and spent the rest of the night messing around in my music room.
Terri had to go to work on Friday and I spent the day with some friends, hanging out, and in the evening we went out for beers.
Saturday was my birthday. In the afternoon Susan called me. When I answered the phone she sang “Happy Birthday to You” to me.
“So Chad, what would you like for your birthday?” she asked.
“How about a blowjob?” I said.
She laughed and said, “You are one bad, horny boy, you know that?”
“I must have gotten it from my mother.”
“Well, if I wasn’t two and a half hours away, I’d consider it. But since I’m not, I think I’ll just send you something in the mail.”
“Guess I’ll have to take a raincheck.”
“What are your plans to celebrate, birthday boy?”
“Terri’s taking me out to dinner, no fancy parties or anything, just a few beers and a seafood platter.”
“Sounds like fun,” she said. “Have you fucked her yet?”
“What?” I asked incredulously. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.
“Are you fucking Terri yet?”
“No, not yet,” I said with a nervous laugh. Not that I hadn’t thought about it.
“I’m surprised,” she said. “She seemed awful curious about you and me. I think she was jealous.”
Terri and I had a couple of drinks and a nice dinner, and the comfort level was slowly returning to normal. I had just worn jeans and a golf shirt, but she looked fabulous in a sleeveless black shift, her arms toned and legs long and lean. I noticed men checking her out, and I was too. I told her how nice I thought she looked and she blushed. Through the rest of the dinner all I kept thinking about was what it would be like to yank it off of her.
Back at the house, I suggested we have a glass of wine together since it was my last night home. She agreed and said she was going to change clothes. I asked her to leave the dress on because she looked fantastic in it. She said okay, she would, since it was my birthday.
We sat on the sofa together and talked about various subjects for a while, school, work, Anna. Then I asked her if she’d noticed the guys in the restaurant checking her out in that hot dress.
“No, they were, believe me. So was I. They probably thought I was your boy toy,” I said with a laugh. I reached my hand over to the side of her thigh and felt the soft fabric of her dress. I let my hand linger and she didn’t seem to mind. I got bolder and moved my hand under the fabric and onto her thigh.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pushing my hand away.
“Touching you. You look so hot in this dress I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted to touch you all night.”
“Well, you can’t touch me there,” she said.
“Okay, where can I touch you?” I asked.
“My feet. You can touch my feet.”
Well, it’s a start, I thought to myself. We repositioned ourselves, facing each other, and she extended her legs with her feet in my lap, and Terri sipped wine while I massaged her feet. I caught a brief glimpse of her white panties and reminisced aloud.
“You know,” I said, “When I was younger, throughout high school, I was the guy with the hot sister and the hot mom. All my buddies would want to come over and check out my sister and my mom. You weren’t really my mom, of course, but we didn’t know that. And since Anna and I were just a year apart, we had many of the same friends, she dated some of mine, I dated some of hers, and Anna told me that the guys she dated sooner or later always mentioned how hot you looked. You were the MILF.”
“What’s that?” she said.
“The mother I’d like to fuck.”
“My goodness, they were just young boys!”
“Boys will be boys. I used to jerk off thinking of you.”
Our eyes were now locked. I rubbed the bottoms of her feet against my swollen cock. She didn’t look away or try to pull her feet away.
“Feel how hard I am talking about you?” I said.
“What do you want to happen?”
“I want to be the one to take that dress off of you tonight.”
She shook her head slightly from side to side. “That would make me quite the hypocrite, now wouldn’t it?”
“Not to me. You know I had a thing for my aunt. I just didn’t know who my aunt was!”
That made her laugh, and I felt her squeeze my penis with the soles of her feet. Then she swung her legs onto the floor and moved to sit close to me, face to face.
“But Chad, it’s wrong.”
“That’s what Susan always said.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right.”
“I wonder how many times you said that to me when I was growing up?”
I put my hand behind her head and kissed her. She resisted of course, but I wiggled my tongue into her mouth and she soon relented and was kissing me back. I took her breast in my hand and she leaned closer.
We broke our kiss and Terri said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“That’s what Susan always said.”
Again our mouths joined and our tongues meshed, probing, tasting, and I soon felt her hand on my cock. When we ended our protracted kiss she took me by the hand and stood.
“If you want to undress me, let’s do it in my bedroom,” she said, and led the way.
Standing in her bedroom we shared a long, hot kiss and I pressed by hard dick against her.
“Will you still respect me in the morning?” she asked.
“If this goes the way I think it will, I’ll respect you even more,” I replied.
“You ought to go into sales,” she said, and rammed her tongue back into my mouth.
I peeled her dress off and hung it from the back of a chair. I unhooked her bra and removed her humid panties. Then she removed my clothes, piece by piece, and when my erection sprung free of my boxers she almost gasped.
“Oh my God!” she said.
“That’s what Susan always said.”
“Oh shut up about Susan, will you? Shut up and fuck your aunt!”
I laughed and pushed her onto the bed and we went to town. We did just about everything we could think of, some things more than once. She was an excellent cocksucker, she loved my tongue up her ass and her pussy tasted great and fit my cock like a glove. And Terri must have gotten the same raunchy sex/dirty talk gene that her sister did…once she warmed up it was like listening to her reading through an X-rated thesaurus and trying to ride a wild horse.
When we woke up in the morning I had my usual hardwood and Terri didn’t waste it. She sucked me until I was about to explode and then she pulled me on top of her, pulled me into her, and I fucked her like I was trying to knock her bottom out. It was an incredible birthday and a wonderful way to get sent off to school.
“Susan was right about you,” Terri said, when we were kissing goodbye.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’re a hell of a fuck.”
“Right back at you,” I said, and then I gave her ass a little squeeze on the way out the door.
I picked up my mail a few days later and there was a small package from Susan. In it I found an envelope and a small, flat giftwrapped box. In the envelope were a birthday card and a generous gift certificate from my favorite music store. She had sprayed it with my favorite scent. In the box was an edible thong, strawberry flavored. Her note said that she hoped it came in handy when the right coed came along.
But I’ve thought about it and I don’t think I’ll waste it on a college chick. I’ll be going home for Christmas break in thirteen weeks. And it looks like just the right size for Terri or Susan. In fact Anna will be home for Christmas too, and we’ll be sleeping under the same roof over the holiday. And…since now that I know she’s not really my sister, but only a half-sister, who knows, she might be doable too. It looks like it would fit her just fine.
Rating: 93%, Read 439380 times, Posted Dec 08, 2015