Aunt Sadie's Secret free porn video

Another from me I hope you’ll enjoy. Again, as usual with this site, I wrote this in what was almost one continuous effort and, once more as per usual, because of time constraints, it’s largely unchecked and has received no edits. To that end, please forgive any typos and/or other errors in the text. I hope any fuck-ups which remain don’t detract from your enjoyment of the scene.

Thanks for reading.

Ricky – Cambridgeshire, UK – 12th of July 2020

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“What is at about me?”

I felt awkward, embarrassed because I didn’t have an answer for her.

“I dunno, Aunt Sadie,” I said.

“Am I ugly or something?”

I shook my head.

“No, ‘course not,” I said.

She sighed and looked down as she assessed her own frontage.

Then she looked up and caught my eyes with her stare as she said, “I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, and I know I’m not a skinny young girl anymore, but they know that from my profile. I don’t lie,” she went on with a shrug. “I tell them I’m fifty-three, divorced, two grown-up c***dren … There’s a photo…”

“I don’t know, Aunt Sadie,” I said.

We were in the living room. It was her house. I was staying there during the university term because she lived in the same town and it saved me money on a room in a student house. It was a good deal for me most of the time. I had my own room and my aunt often made dinner for me. It was a familiar space and she was family, the downsides being I missed out on a few parties and had to endure Aunt Sadie’s complaints about her love life – or lack of as it seemed to be most of the time. That night, a Wednesday, Aunt Sadie had arranged a date with someone off one of the dating sites she used. Blown out, left hanging in a pub, my aunt was lamenting about it to me at half-past-eight in the evening when I was looking through my notes for an upcoming test.

“Aaron, tell me, be honest,” she said. “Do you find me attractive? Like if I wasn’t your aunt, would you think about me in any sexual way?”

I felt my face start to burn as embarrassment washed over me in a hot wave. My scalp prickled and sweat beaded my forehead.

“Uh, well,” I started, caught well off guard. “I don’t know what to say, Aunt Sadie. It’s weird.”

“It’s important for me to know,” my aunt insister. “Don’t be embarrassed. Just tell me.”

She kept on staring, which made me more uncomfortable. It was a difficult conversation for me because the truth of it was I thought my aunt was a very attractive lady. So much so I wanked off while I thought about her big tits and fantasised about fucking what I imagined to be her loose hairy twat.

“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug.

Aunt Sadie wouldn’t let it lie. She was on one and kept on going to get an answer from me.

“No, Aaron, I want you to be totally honest.”

I couldn’t get away from her stare and knew my cheeks were bright red.

“I … I think you’re pretty.”

Aunt Sadie put her fists on her hips and gave me her old-fashioned schoolmarm stare.

“You mean it?” she asked.

I gulped, swallowing down on the desire which rose up inside me when I threw a quick glance at her chest. Aunt Sadie was wearing a burgundy dress scooped low in front to show off an expanse of décolletage. It was a dress of a design that meant it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Yeah,” I said as lust flared within.

“Why is such a struggle to find a nice man? I got stood-up this time. He didn’t show up.”

Aunt Sadie took her fists of her hips as she looked at me. Her hands fell loose at her sides and she sighed.

“I’m sorry,” I said because I didn’t know what else to say.

She asked, “Would you stand me up if you were my date?”

“Huh?”

My aunt rolled her eyes as she scoffed.

“If you were my age. If you were my date. Would you stand me up?”

“I wouldn’t stand you up whatever,” I said, surprising myself with the force of feeling I put into the sentence.

“Perhaps I should go out with you,” Aunt Sadie said through a grin.

I knew it was a joke but looking at her big boobs had fired me up.

“”I would if you want to,” I said, emboldened by lust for her body.

She gave me a look like she couldn’t believe what I’d said and which made me think she was trying to make up her mind about how to react. There was a pause, a long one in which I started to worry and my face burned hotter.

Then my aunt smirked as she said, “Aaron, are you flirting with me?”

It was one of those awkward times where I wanted to tell her the truth but couldn’t because she was my mother’s sister and it would be inappropriate. Truth is I thought it would be fun to flirt with my aunt. I knew she was a broad-minded woman who was into sex and masturbation because she was open about looking on the internet for dates while I also knew she kept a suction-cup dildo in the same drawer she kept her bras. I’d snooped in her bedroom more than once when she was out. I’d been looking for anything dirty I could use to fuel my masturbatory fantasies over my aunt. I’d taken her knickers out of the laundry before. I’d sniffed them for her musk and even dabbed my tongue at where the cotton where her pussy had nestled. I wanked off into her underwear then panicked because the knickers were soaked with spunk. I kept them for a couple of days to let them dry out before I shoved them under layers of dirty clothes in the laundry hamper, telling myself I’d never trespass against Aunt Sadie’s privacy again. But, a day later I was in her room again, sneaking around in her private things until I discovered the dildo laid between three rows of carefully folded bras. That was a shocker but the surprises weren’t over because I also found my aunt’s stash of erotic books and short stories. Hard because I’d been thinking about my aunt working the dildo in-and-out of her body I got reckless and borrowed one of the novels regardless of risk, excited to find my aunt seemed to like stories about dominant women seducing young men, a subject which was perfect for me as I imagined the principal characters as me and my aunt.

Then, after her question about me flirting with her, embarrassed by the heat in the situation between us, I looked away from my aunt and said, “I’m sorry, Aunt Sadie.”

To which she replied, “No need to be sorry; I think it’s sweet.”

“I … I’m sorry you got stood-up, too,” I said. “I … I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Then the atmosphere shifted between us and I felt the air crackle. I didn’t understand why I felt the pop and fizz between me and my aunt, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my cock thickened and grew. It was something to do with the way she was looking at me, some sly, clandestine shadow which crossed her face and the way she shifted her feet as she crossed her arms beneath her considerable bosom.

“I know,” Aunt Sadie said, her voice low and seductive. “You’d look after me, wouldn’t you, Aaron.”

Lust boiled over and my cock pulsed with need.

“Yeah, Aunt Sadie,” I said without really knowing why.

“Would you go out with me?”

I couldn’t stop myself looking at her cleavage before I managed to drag my focus back to her face.

“Well, yeah…”

“On a date?” Aunt Sadie said on a sigh. Her eyes sparkled with mischief when she said it, a smirk at the corner of her mouth.

Desire for my aunt was a heavy drag through my core despite me knowing she was probably teasing.

“So, let’s say we’ve been on a date…” continued my aunt in a soft drawl.

I was sitting on the sofa as she said it, the notes for the test on the seat next to me as my aunt moved closer.

She purred, “And now I’ve invited you in…”

“Uh … Okay,” I said, transfixed.

“I’d ask if you wanted a drink…”

Awed by what was going on inside me I just gawked at my aunt and saw her in a very different way to the way I’d known her as my mother’s sister. in that moment, while I recognised her as my Aunt Sadie with her straight, shoulder-length, Ash-blonde hair which she wore parted on the left side, I also realised how much sexual energy exuded from her. As I’d grown up I’d seen my aunt as a stereotype: an English lady of impeccable manners and immaculate grooming with a refined, elegant way of speaking which didn’t quite conceal the mischief inside her. She could be stern and severe, especially when she wore glasses and gave me a look over their rims. She had always been generous, funny, and kind, all of which had manifested in her offer of letting me stay at her house during my course, but on that Wednesday evening it occurred to me Aunt Sadie was a woman with strong sexual urges, an instinct proved right by what I’d found in her room..

A few seconds and an eye-roll later, my aunt gave me that stern, no nonsense look as she said, “Aaron, stand up.”

Conditioned to comply because my aunt was an authority figure I reacted straight away.

Then my aunt said, “If we’ve been on a date and I ask you in…”

She moved in close and grabbed my hands which she then placed on her waist.

“And if I ask you if you want a drink…”

My aunt came in closer still, her frontage brushing my tee-shirt as I felt the unfamiliar bulk of her body under my palms.

“I’m suggesting I’m interested in romance…”

I felt the arousal surge inside me because my aunt purred the words as she also put a hand right over the quick and urgent erection in my jeans.

“So, what would you do?” Aunt Sadie breathed. “Would you be a real man and take the initiative, Aaron? Would you try to kiss me?”

“Aunt Sadie,” I murmured because my mind was a blank and I had no real idea about what she was doing.

“We’ve been on a date,” she said in a low, hypnotic tone. “We’ve had a lovely time. We’ve clicked, we’ve flirted, there’s been a spark…”

My aunt let out a long low sigh as she smiled at me and squeezed my cock which was still in my jeans.

“Maybe I fancy you, Aaron,” she murmured. “And if you fancy me, you should do something to show me.”

“Cuh-can I kiss you?” I stammered.

“You shouldn’t ask, you should just act. If you want to kiss me you should take charge. I’ve been giving you signals, it’s up to you to act. A man needs to be brave sometimes, Aaron.”

The kiss was urgent. She moved in and moulded her body against me, her fingers squeezing my dick through my jeans as she pressed her lips against mine and she shoved her tongue past my lips and teeth. I groaned and gasped into my aunt’s open mouth while she squirmed her comfortable body against me.

“You’re hard,” Aunt Sadie breathed when she broke away from the kiss.

I saw her eyes shining as she smiled at me with devilment in her expression. My aunt tucked her lower lip between her teeth and she crinkled her nose at me.

Then she said, “I know I shouldn’t but I want to see your cock. I want to watch you wank.”

Shock hit me in a cold-water wave.

“You don’t mean it,” I gasped.

“I do,” Aunt Sadie said as she stepped back.

She moved fast and unzipped my flies before she unsnapped the button. Next, before I knew it, she had my jeans to my thighs, underwear down as well so my hard-on sprung up, the jib arcing towards the ceiling, her eyes set on the thing.

“Oh fuck,” I heard my aunt mutter.

She then slipped the straps of the dress over her shoulders and unveiled the true magnificence of her breasts.

“You’ve been looking,” she said. “So you might as well see them. Go on,” Aunt Sadie added as she hefted her boobs with both hands. “Wank it,” she said.”

I moaned in shock and delight when my aunt, holding my stare, lifted one breast so she could suck at the teat.

“I know you’ve been in my room,” Aunt Sadie told me with a gleam in her eyes. “You found that big rubber cock and my mucky books…”

I boggled but still worked a hand over my cock.

“Why are you doing this?” I said on a sigh.

My aunt shrugged and teased her nipples with her thumbs as the dress slipped down to the floor.

“I’m tired of men letting me down. And I really love fucking boys younger than my own sons. You’re here, you’re young, and you’ve got a hard cock. I went out on a date tonight because it’s been ages since I got a really good fucking. I got let down, but here you are…”

“But--” I started.

“No,” my aunt cut in. “Don’t start talking. Don’t say anything about it being wrong. I don’t give a shit about that. Besides,” Aunt Sadie said as she pulled a face, “it’s not like we’re fucking. It’s just fun I want to watch you wank while I play with myself. I might even let you watch me use that dildo.”

Too wound up to feel guilt at her knowing I’d been snooping, the sight of her breasts held me enthralled.

“You’re staring at my tits,” I heard my aunt say.

Inhibitions melted and I grabbed for my cock, my attention flicking up to her face for a second before I gazed at her boobs and I started to work at the length,

“They’re fantastic,” I gasped.

“34H,” my aunt informed me. “They’re a bit saggy now but I think you quite like them.”

Dark and carnal urges swelled inside me as desire opened up in a deep aching void and, overwhelmed with need and desperate for my aunt’s body I tugged at my cock with one hand while I reached for her breasts with the other.

“No touching,” Aunt Sadie said as she slapped at my hand. “Just look.”

“But I want to feel them,” I said though a moan.

“We can’t go too far. I know what’ll happen if I let you touch me, Aaron.”

I groaned as my aunt stepped out of the dress. She was wearing lilac knickers and high heel shoes, graceful as a dancer despite the heels.

“Please,” I groaned, hot for my aunt.

It was one of those moments in life where I was prepared to give everything up just to get my hands on those big tits. They talk about selling your soul to the Devil, there’s songs and stories and all of that stuff and, right in that moment as I looked at my aunt and saw her breasts sway and jiggle as she moved, I understood with absolute clarity just how desperation can make a person do seemingly crazy things. My head was in that place. I would have done anything at all, no question, for a few seconds with Aunt Sadie’s tit-flesh spilling over my palms and fingers.

“You’re being naughty,” Aunt Sadie said.

I tugged at my dick and felt the urgency while I stared at her body.

“I wanna fuck you,” I growled.

Her eyes went huge after I said it.

“Oh, God, Aaron, don’t say it that way.”

The look on her face and the glance she gave my cock told me I had to press on. Her expression was all about need and fear and how she might crumble if I put the hard word to her.

“Why not?” I asked through clenched teeth. “You took your dress off. You showed me your big-fucking-tits. You said you wanna watch me wank…”

“You’re getting worked up--”

I cut her off because I was wild with the urges rushing through me. It didn’t matter to me that she was my mother’s sister. I couldn’t have cared less about sin and impropriety. It didn’t bother me that she was so much older and her body showed that Aunt Sadie had lived a life. I recalled, in a vague but oddly urgent way, hat she’d made a comment about not being a skinny young thing, a true statement but also one about which I didn’t care. To me, her body was lovely, the feminine shape and her curves were fuel to the fire of my lust and I wanted to tear her scant lilac briefs from her body and lay her back on the sofa so I could spread her thighs and lick her from rectum to clit.

“I’m getting worked up because you’re so fucking sexy. You asked me if I thought you were attractive … Well, what do you think?” As I said it I cranked at my dick and then held it down near its root so I could wave it at her. “What does this tell you, Aunt Sadie?” I growled.

“You’re excited,” she sighed.

I saw her eyes flicker with uncertainty, a response I knew was my aunt’s resolve as it weakened.

“No wonder,” I said. “You’re standing right there with your boobs out. You said things to me…”

Her eyes came up to my face and we stared at each other.

“Oh,” Aunt Sadie moaned.

As I watched and wanked my dick with urgent strokes, my aunt moved a hand to slide her fingers into her knickers. At the same time, as she winced and gasped and went wall-eyed she mauled at one breast, teasing the button nipple with her fingers until her expression cleared and she looked at me.

“What have I started?” she muttered.

Then she moved in close and kissed me again.

“Here, let me do that,” breathed my aunt as she took control of my cock.

We kissed again as Aunt Sadie’s fist worked slowly over my hard-on. She squeezed the shaft and teased the bulb with one finger, smearing the gloopy pre-cum which seeped from the eye while she grinned at me during a break in the kissing.

“Bad, bad boy,” breathed my aunt through a smirk.

She chuckled and tutted when I moaned out, “Please let me fuck you.”

“Don’t be naughty, Aaron,” she murmured. “I’m your aunty, we can possibly fuck.”

“But I want to, Aunt Sadie.”

“That’s i****t,” she said.

After she said it, my aunt looked at me like she was savouring the taste of the illicit word, her attention set on my face as though gauging my reaction.

“Putting this into me is something we couldn’t ever take back. Once it’s done it’s forever. It’s a secret that can’t ever, and I mean not ever, get out.”

“I won’t tell,” I said as her hand continued to work at my cock.

My aunt kissed me again, using her tongue to taunt me as she flicked it in an out of my mouth. I went for her breasts, squeezing those weighty orbs while I also fucked into Aunt Sadie’s fist.

“Aaron?” she said, a question in her eyes when she broke away to look a me. “Are you going to come?”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped.

By then I’d shoved her hand away and was jacking my cock, lust bubbling over from simmer to boil like milk on a stove.

“Not on the carpet,” Aunt Sadie said. “Not on the fucking furniture, Aaron!”

I grunted and moaned and ducked in to suck at her nipples before I slobbered a desperate kiss against her mouth.

“Aaron!” Aunt Sadie barked as she pushed at my chest.

Then she sat down, perching her rump on the edge of the sofa while she reached for me.

“Let me do it,” she said.

I resisted but she made me let go so she could grab at me in a backhand grip, fist pumping my length as Aunt Sadie shifted around and she offered her frontage, thrusting her chest out while also aiming the bulb at herself.

“On my tits,” she said while she focussed on my cock. “Please don’t get any horrible goo on the settee. Try to get it on my breasts.”

“I love your tits,” I gasped, crude with need.

I grabbed at my aunt with one hand, squeezing and mauling her breast while I shoved my fingers into her hair.

“You’re gorgeous, you’re sexy,” I moaned.

“Come on, come for me,” my aunt said while she kept on jacking my dick.

“I really wanna fuck you, Aunt Sadie.”

“Dirty, filthy boy,” she gasped.

I looked down past where she was working my dick and saw she had a hand inside her knickers, fingers squirming like kittens in a sack as she worked at herself.

“It’s you, you make me horny,” I said on a moan.

“Come on, come for me, Aaron. Show me the hot stuff.”

I sobbed in delight when my aunt looked up and I saw her eyes glazing with her own yearning.

“Plaster my tits,” she added, pausing mid-stroke to paint one nipple and the saucer of its areolae with the gloop seeping from my big swollen dome. “Come all over me, Aaron.”

It was too much for me to take. I grunted and fucked into her fist, moaning as the surge bubbled and rose.

“Aunt Sadie!” I yelped as the cum spat out of my dick.

“Yes!” she cried when the first flick of goo hit the upper slope of her left breast.

Then I grunted and moaned as more of the stuff sprayed over my aunt in an indiscriminate rain she struggled to cope with. She tried to keep my dick aimed at her boobs but still caught a burst of spunk over her chin, her lips, and her cheek. My aunt blurted in shock when semen hit her face, flinching away so the next spurt landed in her hair just above her ear, the snotty rope of it glistening there while she milked me dry of all I had left.

After that, while I was still gasping with pleasure, my aunt let go of my dick and, as she licked the cum off her lips, she sprawled back into the sofa and hauled her underwear aside to reveal her smooth hairless vulva. I gawked and stroked my cock, awed by the sight of those loose floppy folds, the labia just like I’d pictured in my fantasy sessions, her clit pink and swollen as she rubbed and fingered herself.

“God, I’m covered,” Aunt Sadie groaned.

She smeared spunk over her breasts, two fingers inside her body up to the knuckles.

“You came on my face, you horrid b**st,” Aunt Sadie said.

Then she blurted a laugh to take the sting out of the rebuke, pussy squelching around her fingers as she worked herself towards a violent, juddering climax which had her writhing and gasping, her glazed eyes set on me as she called me filthy names and she told me in the crudest of terms how it felt to come on her fingers.

I watched, awed by the way her breasts jiggled and rolled as my aunt gazed at me through eyes which lost their focus, the lids flickering as she went wall-eyed and the spasms hit.

“There, you’ve watched me come,” Aunt Sadie said when it was over.

She was still in the sofa, laid out in an inelegant sprawl, breasts heaving as she sucked in air, knickers aside so her labia pouted and I could see the scarlet, glistening gape.

“You can’t ever tell,” Aunt Sadie added after a full minute. She heaved upright, boobs swinging as she sat up. My aunt looked down and saw rivulets of cum slipping over her skin. “Shit,” she said, eyes coming to me. “Give me your shirt!”

She yelled at me to hurry when I stood there and gawped, the shout prompting me to haul my tee-shirt over my head.

“God, you came in my hair,” Aunt Sadie added. She examined her hand after touching the spunk I’d shot just above her eat. “You filthy b**st.”

“I didn’t get any on the sofa,” I said.

She laughed and rolled her eyes while dabbing at herself with my tee-shirt.

Then, after bunching the shirt not a ball, my aunt looked at me.

“You have to understand how serious this is, Aaron,” she said.

“I do,” I told her, realising my dick was hanging loose.

“I mean it,” Aunt Sadie said as I pulled up my jeans.

“I know,” I said.

My aunt stood up. She came to me and put her hands on my shoulders, eyes holding my gaze.

“Do you? I mean, truly. What just happened…” Aunt Sadie paused and pulled a face. Then she let out a sigh as she shrugged. “We shouldn’t have done that, Aaron. It was too intimate. Too personal. It was so far over the line…”

I felt emotions rise inside me when I looked at her face and saw her concern. I wanted to reassure her, to tell her it was all right and that I got how huge it was. She smiled when my hands went to her waist.

“Aunt Sadie, it’s all right,” I said.

I could feel my cock reacting when Aunt Sadie smiled and she moved in close.

“You’re a gorgeous young man,” she purred. “Kiss me again.”

I did, that time in a tender more loving way. The heat had gone out of the air between us. The passion had cooled which meant there was emotion in the kiss. It was an expression of love, not just desperate need but, as the kiss rolled in and my hands started to wander, desire for her body flared inside me again.

“God, Aaron, what are we doing?”

We were standing with my hands down on her hips after I’d reached around to squeeze her buttocks. Her hands were still on my shoulders, her eyes full of the question.

“I dunno,” I said. “It’s like a dream.”

We stared at one a other for a few seconds before we both moved at the same time to resume the kissing. She moaned and pressed against me while I went for her bottom again. I kneaded the globes of my own aunt’s buttocks, squeezing as my fingers slid closer and closer towards her pussy. Aunt Sadie gasped when, after one last clasp at her flesh, my fingers found the moist heat of her sex, labia slick as she wriggled and murmured I was going too far.

But, when I went to let her go, my aunt clasped me to her and sighed, “No, don’t stop. Touch me there if you want to. I’ve given up fighting it, Aaron. If you want to touch me there, you go ahead.”

I explored my aunt’s intimate folds as we kissed and moaned and hugged. I teased her clit and even dabbed the tip of a forefinger against her sphincter, an action which made he tense and then chuckle.

“I think I’m going to ask you to lick my pussy,” Aunt Sadie whispered against my ear.

I slid a finger into her opening, fingering her from the front as she shifted her feet to make it easier for me.

We kissed with more heat as desire returned. I was hard for her already, my hands all over her body while my aunt moaned and kissed and squirmed.

“Let’s go to bed,” Aunt Sadie said as she grabbed at my wrist. “I want us to sleep together,” she added. “You can stay with me in my bed. I want to feel you with me tonight.”

“I wanna fuck you,” I growled, hot with need.

“Okay. All right. I’ll let you fuck me.”

The shock of excitement was a visceral squeeze.

“But we’re going to make love as well. It’s not going to be you heaving away on top of me ‘til you come. I want romance, too.”

Euphoric, I nodded.

“Whatever you say. I just can’t believe--”

“But it’s i****t, Aaron. You must understand how serious it would be for both of us if it ever got out.”

My aunt was looking at me with an intensity I’d never seen in her expression before.

“People wouldn’t understand. We’d be judged. Hated.”

“Okay, I won’t ever tell,” I said. It was starting to piss me off – all the warnings and her intensity.

“You can’t. You mustn’t.”

“All right,” I said, keeping the anger inside,

Aunt Sadie took a pace back as she stared at my face. Then she looked down across her bare front before she smiled at me with shyness in her eyes.

“God, you sure you really want to sleep with an old bag like me?”

I nodded and hauled out my cock.

“Oh my,” Aunt Sadie gasped.

“See?” I said.

“You’re eighteen, I’m fifty-three. Surely you’d rather be with a tight girl? I’m all saggy and old.”

I grabbed her and kissed her.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said.

My aunt chuckled again.

“Okay, so, let’s go upstairs.” She flicked a look towards the ceiling. “Let’s go to bed.”

#

There was no shyness or embarrassment between us. Fired up for my aunt’s ripe body, I had no inhibitions when it came to climbing onto her bed. I’d followed her hip-swaying rump as Aunt Sadie climbed the stairs. Her bottom jiggled as she went, the sexiness of it tempting me to swat at her buttock, the slap bringing a yelp and a blurt of laughter from her.

“Cheeky sod,” Aunt Sadie said as she glanced back over one shoulder.

Then she’d led me along the hallway, pausing at the doorway to her bedroom as she kicked off her shoes.

“Been in here before, haven’t you, Aaron,” Aunt Sadie said with a smirk. She hooked he thumbs into the waist of her knickers and shrugged them down to her knees. “Sneaking around, perving at my personal things.”

Guilt flashed through me while my aunt let her underwear drop to her feet.

“Sorry,” I said.

Aunt Sadie sighed and gave me the schoolteacher look, fists on her hips. I looked at her and thought she was magnificent in her nudity.

“You have no fucking idea how filthy I am,” she said with a grin and a lascivious wink. “Take your clothes off,” Aunt Sadie added. “We’re going to bed.”

I stripped with hasty eagerness as Aunt Sadie walked further into the room. I wondered what she meant by the lewd comment, mind spinning with possibilities when, nude, I followed her to the big King-size bed.

“Mm, I love kissing,” Aunt Sadie purred after a few seconds of it. We were standing, facing each other, my hands on her hips while she held my cock with an underhand grip, the length of it over her wrist and forearm, her fingers clasping the root. “It’s so intimate,” my aunt continued before we kissed some more.

She moaned and pressed in close until the kiss broke and she went to the bed. I followed, climbing aboard as my aunt settled against two pillows she had under her shoulders, torso angled as her legs fell wide apart at the knees.

“Come and give me a kiss,” Aunt Sadie breathed. “No, here,” she said when I moved to her mouth. She splayed her folds and pinned them back with the tips of her fingers. “Kiss my pussy,” she muttered, gasping as she diddled her bean.

I gulped, awed by the sight of her scarlet elasticity at her glistening core. My head was full of wonder when I went down onto my front, attention set on the ugly beauty of her pee hole and the part of her body which had birthed both my cousins, Jerome and Paul. My cousins were four and five years older than me. Jerome was a doctor in the army while his brother Paul was assistant manager at a haulage company. I didn’t know them very well because they were always just out of reach due to our difference in age. I remembered games from when I was young, but there was nothing between us. No common experiences because I was so much younger than them.

“Lick it,” I heard my aunt sigh as she moved around on the bed. “My clit, Aaron,” she gasped. “Kiss it and lick my cunt.”

The shock of her using that word squeezed my guts.

“Lick me,” Aunt Sadie urged. “Stop fucking about. I want you to get busy with that wonderful, talented tongue.”

I shoved a hand down so I could squeeze my dick while I stared at my aunt’s intimate places.

“I don’t believe this is happening,” I said.

“It is,” Aunt Sadie put in with an impatient tone. “Or at least it would be if you just got on with it.”

A moment later my aunt let out a gasp and a throaty chuckle.

“Fuck yes,” she sighed, her essence on my tongue. “That’s it, darling. Kiss my pussy. Make her purr.”

It thrilled me to hear her say it. I’d never heard my aunt let loose with explicit language before – and why would I after all? – but to listen to it pouring forth made the surreal experience even more wild and crazy-weird.

“That’s it,” Aunt Sadie enthused when I teased her opening with a finger. “Lick my clit, finger my cunt.”

I paused and looked up over Aunt Sadie’s bald mound.

“Say that again,” I said.

“Say what?”

“Cunt,” I said.

My aunt let out that dark little chuckle.

“You like that?” she asked.

“It sounds so bad coming from you.”

“That’s because you’ve never licked me there before. It’s not a word I use in everyday talk, but it fits when I’m aroused. I’ll probably give you a few more surprises.”

“Like what?”

“Never mind. Not now.”

My aunt levered forward and cupped my chin with one hand.

“Just lick my cunt,” she said, deliberately emphasising the word. “Make me feel good, Aaron. Then we’ll talk about me letting you fuck me.”

She was staring right into my eyes, gaze boring through to my soul as she delivered the f-word. After she said it, Aunt Sadie grinned and nodded towards her pubis.

“Go on,” she said with her smirk. “Get busy with that tongue. No more talking. I just want you to try your hardest and see if you can make me come.”

“You’re amazing,” I breathed.

“Shut up and kiss it!”

My aunt pushed my face towards her vulva as she reclined, legs spreading to their widest extent. She held herself open and moaned when she diddled her bean.

I paused for a second or two, soaking up the detail of my aunt’s meaty folds before I ducked in and got to work on her clit. It went on for a few minutes. I sucked and licked and slobbered and lapped. I went at my aunt as she gasped and moaned instructions to me. Her pussy felt slick on my tongue, the skin elastic when I probed a finger into her body, a second digit following in when Aunt Sadie corkscrewed against the invader.

“Turn your fingers around,” she gasped. “Rub me in there. You’ll feel the spot. You’ll know when you’ve got it.”

I didn’t have a clue about what she was talking about. I moved my fingers inside her body, the walls spongy yet firm as I explored my aunt’s pussy. Then it happened. I heard her squeak as her body convulsed, my fingertips finding a rough little patch. It was a difficult place to find, almost at the extent of my reach on what would be the ceiling of her tunnel. I felt it at the same time Aunt Sadie let out the squeak and, curious about the effect, rubbed her there again.

She went crazy when I focussed attention on that place inside her. My aunt let out a gasp and grabbed at my wrist.

“Yes, that’s it! Right there!” she yelped.

When I looked at her face I saw the cords in her neck were stuck out as stark as knife blades, her teeth clenched while she stared at me with a weird expression like she wanted to bite me.

“Don’t fucking stop,” Aunt Sadie squealed. “Keep rubbing me there. God, Aaron,” she said on a moan, “don’t you fucking dare stop doing that to me!”

Fascinated as well as astounded and aroused, I went up onto my knees to make it easier to get my fingers inside her. I needed the angle to give her the pleasure she wanted as I I worked at that patch, absorbed by my aunt’s vehement response as she squealed and groaned and made a fuss.

“I’ll piss cum,” she informed me through a stare of agonised ecstasy. The words came out gurgled and strained between her teeth, her hand clamped to my wrist so hard I knew she’d leave bruises.

“Rub it! Finger my cunt! Oh fuck, oh God, Aaron, my darling, I’ll come! Don’t stop! Please, I beg you, don’t fucking stop!”

By then I was working three stiff fingers in-and-out of her cunt. It was what she told me to do as she writhed and clawed in a frenzy of agitation, her face flushed with the effort until she let out one huge sob and her eyes went wide.

“Oh, my, fucking, God…” Aunt Sadie said as she stared at me for a couple of beats. “Baby…” she murmured.

And then, after a pause, all hell let loose.

#

“I almost squirted,” she said.

My aunt was lying on the bed in an ungainly sprawl. It shocked me to see her that way: uncaring about how she exhibited her body, labia pouting as she lay with her legs wide open and a sly look on her face.

“I would’ve made a mess of the bed,” Aunt Sadie informed me. She chuckled and levered upright, an action which took my eyes to her swaying boobs while she reached out for me with both arms.

“Come on down her and kiss me,” she said with a grin. “Let’s have a cuddle.”

I moved from where I was kneeling alongside her to where she could wrap her arms around me and pull me in close. We eased down to the bed, with me supporting us both on one straight arm until my aunt had settled on her back and I was on my elbows, her boobs compressed between our bodies.

She smiled up at me, expression tender and soft.

Her tone reflected the look on her face when she said, “Didn’t think your old Aunt Sadie was such a mucky tart I’ll bet, Aaron.”

She lifted herself up to kiss my mouth, her tongue slipping past my teeth. My aunt slowed me down when I went for the kiss. I was eager for her again. My cock was hard and I was getting desperate to put it inside her.

“No,” Aunt Sadie breathed. “Don’t get all randy and carried away. I want to talk to you a little bit.”

It was frustrating for me but I held the urgency back and shifted on my elbows so I could look at her face.

She said, “Well, you know you said you wanted to fuck me…”

Excitement surged in the pit of my stomach like it was Christmas when I was small.

“Uh-huh.”

“We need to be clear about how we’re going to be around each other if I let you do it.”

“It’ll be fine,” I said in an eager rush.

My aunt grinned and rolled her eyes.

“Typical man, you’ll say anything to get your cock inside me.”

“No, I mean it, Aunt Sadie!”

I was worried and anxious she was going to take it away.

She nodded quickly as she smiled.

“It’s i****t, Aaron. You know what that means?”

“Of course,” I said, irked because we were having the same conversation again.

“Well, it’s a big deal out there.” My aunt pointed towards the window and the wider world beyond the glass. “I told you, people wouldn’t understand. We’d be hated, especially me. They’d say I seduced you. This is my home. I’d have to leave. I need you to understand the importance of keeping the secret.”

“I understand, Aunt Sadie. I really do. I get it.”

“And what happens after?”

Puzzled, I asked, “What?”

“Is it just a casual fuck? A one-night stand? Or would you keep wanting more?”

Despite my need and eagerness to get into my aunt and experience her body, what she said did make me pause.

“I … I dunno,” I said. “What about you?”

Through a smile which made my cock pulse, Aunt Sadie said, “Oh, I’d probably want us to fuck all the time. You probably don’t know this about me, but I’ve got a voracious appetite for sex. Especially if it’s going to be with a younger, good-looking chap like you.”

I groaned as my body responded.

“Please, Aunt Sadie…”

“And what about after you finish at uni? What happens then? Do we have an affair? Would we be a couple? Would I be your girlfriend? If so, are we monogamous or do you see girls your own age? Then, what if you get into a serious relationship with a girl? Say you want to get married--”

“Aunt Sadie, I--”

“No,” she said, cutting me off. “I’m trying to make you see this isn’t just a fuck between two people. This is serious. Even if it was just a fuck and we never did it again, we have to live with it. You’ll get a girlfriend, Aaron, that’s inevitable. You’ll share intimacies, little stories, and you’ll be tempted to tell her everything. You might think she’d understand, and who knows, maybe she would, but if she didn’t…”

I could feel my erection waning. What my aunt was saying was cooling my ardour and I sighed and muttered a curse as I rolled off her body.

“Shit,” I snarled as I lay on my back alongside my aunt.

I had my forearm over my eyes but felt the bed move as my aunt shifted onto her side.

“See?” she said.

I moved my arm when I felt her hand on my thigh.

“You’re saying we can’t do it,” I said.

It came out all pouty and petulant, which made my aunt chuckle.

“You sound like a spoiled brat,” she said before she moved in to kiss my cheek.

Then she shifted up and moved over my body, breasts compressing when she leaned in to kiss my mouth and her hand went to my cock.

I moaned as my erection surged bold and strong.

“I’m not saying we can’t,” Aunt Sadie murmured. “I’m just saying you need to realise it’s very important that we keep the secret.” She paused and gazed at me before she finished with, “Forever.”

“I want to do it,” I said as her fist caressed my length.

“I bet you do,” my aunt replied.

As she said it she was going up onto her knees. My hands went straight to her breasts as they hung and swayed.

“I love your big tits,” I said on a groan of desire.

“They’ve always had a lot of attention,” Aunt Sadie said. She was straddling me by then, my cock sticking up between us, the keel of it against her pussy. “A lot of men like big boobs,” she added, hefting them with her hands. “Even younger men like you. I’m surprised how randy and excited men in their late-teens and twenties fancy an old woman like me.”

I pushed her hands away from her boobs so I could squeeze them myself.

“You’re just gorgeous,” I gasped, desperate again.

“And you’re just randy.”

Suddenly, despite the truth of what she’d said, it was important to me that my aunt knew I was sincere in my compliments. Regardless of her self-deprecation about her body, which wasn’t as tight and toned as a girl my own age, I was still enflamed with desire for her and I wanted Aunt Sadie to know. It wasn’t all down to her physical appeal and her big boobs; I thought my aunt was attractive on a deeper level than aesthetics alone. She was bold and confident and she didn’t take shit. I enjoyed her company. Even before the possibility loomed of sex with my aunt she was always fun to be around. She had a wicked sense of humour and was quick to laugh. Her prettiness and sexual appeal were elements which drew me to my aunt in a carnal sense, but she was the whole package and, regardless of age, I think I was already halfway in romantic love with her.

“Yeah,” I said while I mauled tit-flesh, “but I mean it, Aunt Sadie, I think you’re lovely.”

It must have sunk in that I meant what I said because I saw her expression shift from a grin to something more intense.

“We can’t ever tell,” she breathed as she curled in to kiss me.

“I know,” I said after a few seconds of tongues.

Then, as she held her lower lip between her teeth and she gave me a vixen look, my aunt shifted around on her knees, a hand going down to my cock.

Aunt Sadie slowly worked at my dick as she said, “So, I suppose you want to have a nice little fuck?”

“Oh,” I murmured.

“Naughty boy,” she grinned.

I gulped when my aunt eased up off my thighs and she slid the dome through her dangling folds.

“I suppose we could mess around like this,” she said as she stared at my face.

I moaned again when she teased her clit with the cockhead.

“I’m not sure about actual fucking. That’s nasty i****t, Aaron. It’s very bad. It’s so wrong.”

“Aunt Sadie, please…” I gasped as I shifted around to get my cock into her pussy.

She laughed and squeezed the shaft, teasing her vulva while tormenting me. My aunt was on her knees, face tilted towards me.

I grabbed at her waist and tried to pull her down over my cock.

“It would be very naughty if I let you put this thing all the way in … But I suppose the tip would be all right.”

I moaned once more when I felt the slick, slippery resistance of my aunt’s opening ease over the swollen helmet.

“Ooh, Aaron,” Aunt Sadie breathed, eyes wide in faux surprise. “That’s a very hard cock,” she said through a smirk.

My aunt moved back-and-forth as she teased me with her body, her eyes, and her words.

“I want to let go of it,” she said. “I could just sit down and it would go all the way in…”

“Agh, you fucking horny old bitch,” I gasped.

She just chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“That’s very impolite, Aaron. You shouldn’t call me names. I’m your auntie.”

I whimpered and made another attempt at lunging up so I could get her onto my dick.

“You really want it, don’t you, my sweetheart?”

“Fuck, you’re killing me.”

“Oh, baby, I want to, I really do, but it’s just so wrong…”

“I don’t fucking care. Aunt Sadie, please!”

My aunt smeared the gooey tip over her vulva again. Then, after she winced and moaned and her eyes glazed over for a couple of seconds, she shifted her grip so she could slip more of my length into her pussy.

“All right, just an inch more,” Aunt Sadie murmured.

Wild for her, I lever up so I could kiss her mouth. I probed at her with my tongue while she held me against her pussy and it took a little more of my length. I grunted into her open mouth and then broke away to suck at her tits. I slobbered and moaned over her nipples, hips working as I tried again to fuck into her body.

“Suck my big tits,” Aunt Sadie urged on a moan of her own. “I might let you go all the way in if you get me all hot and excited.”

After she said it, my aunt released my cock while she bridged herself over my body at the same time. When she held herself over me on both arms, breasts hanging beneath her torso, she lifted her pubis clear of my dick to make sure I couldn’t move and sink inside her up to my balls.

“Go on, Aaron,” Aunt Sadie urged as she brushed my chest with her nipples. “You like them so much, suck them, darling.”

I growled and grabbed at my aunt’s swaying boobs, sucking and licking while she kept on teasing me with her pussy. She slid her labia over my cock, her flesh slippery on the underside of my dick. As she did it and I made a fuss of her tits, my aunt whispered and murmured about how we really shouldn’t be so intimate and how fucking her nephew was wrong.

Then, after a little time of that excitement, I felt my aunt’s fingers down at my cock. I stopped paying attention to her boobs and looked down to here she was then knelt upright, her hand holding my dick while she went up over the dome, fingertips splaying her folds.

She paused and forced my attention to her face when she said, “Look at me, Aaron.”

I did, agitated because I knew we were on the cusp of something momentous.

“This is a secret, all right?”

I swallowed the impatience, awed by my aunt’s expression as she held my stare.

“Yeah,” I managed to mumble.

“You want this?”

I nodded.

“Aunt Sadie, please…”

“This is forever.”

“I know. I get it.”

“i****t,” she said, eyes closing like she was tasting the word. Her eyes snapped open and she grinned at me. “I fucking love i****t,” Aunt Sadie added.

Then she slid down over my length and I moaned in delight at the squeeze of my aunt’s molten embrace.

“Fucking your auntie,” she murmured as she curled in to kiss me.

I grabbed her hips and started to work, thrusting up to get in as deep as I could.

“Dirty boy,” Aunt Sadie said as she smiled at me.

“I don’t believe it,” I gasped, stunned by what I was feeling.

“Is it tight enough?”

I gulped and nodded.

“It looks big because the lips are all floppy,” my aunt said as she slowly moved over my length. “But I use a little vibrator in there to keep it tight inside. How does it feel?”

“It … it’s fantastic,” I said on a moan.

My aunt grinned and started to move with faster, urgent action. Her boobs started to sway, sometimes slapping together with thick, meaty thwacks as she started to rut, our bodies colliding with similar rhythmic slap-thwacks. Her eyes closed and she started to moan, sex noises issuing forth as we really got working together.

“Mm, yes, lovely thick cock,” Aunt Sadie muttered.

“I love your big tits,” I gasped.

“Fucking my nephew,” she mumbled like she was talking t herself. “i****t, lovely, filthy i****t…”

I grabbed at her body, thrilled by the texture of her skin as I held her hips and fucked up into her pussy. Then I held her waist while she writhed above me, corkscrewing her pussy over my cock, pubic bone grinding against me. When my aunt grunted and snorted, I held her breasts, squeezing their spongy firmness while I marvelled at their size and weight, the wonder of i****t percolating through when I realised it was my own mother’s sister riding my cock with such wild abandon.

“Aunt Sadie, I love you,” I said, blurting it out.

“Just let me fuck,” she said in reply. “Just let me come.”

I watched with a weird detachment as, even though I stiff felt the pleasure, my aunt went wild on my dick, her fingers down at her bean, tits swinging, her head tilted back as she moaned up to the ceiling and she rubbed herself to a climax.

I held her waist while she juddered and moaned. My aunt wailed and sobbed, stirring her vulva with the flats of four fingers until she fell to the side and off my cock.

“From behind,” Aunt Sadie urged as soon as my dick slipped free. “Doggy. Get back there and fuck me,” she added. “Make my big arse wobble.”

It was fantastic to be in control of the thrusting. I held her his and fucked into her cunt, gasping and snorting as I went at my aunt.

“Lean over and grab my tits!” Aunt Sadie squealed. “Fuck me. Smash me. Use my cunt,” she added, wild with her own desperate need.

I did everything she asked until I felt the surge boil in my core.

“Aunt Sadie…” I warned.

“Inside me,” she urged, creased at the waist so she could look back at me. “Let it go when you want. Come for me, baby. Come into your auntie.”

It was the reminder that she was my aunt which got me to the edge. That and the way her breasts were in a kind of three-quarter profile as she was swivelled around and looking at me through eyes glazed over with lust.

I sobbed and grabbed her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as I pulled her onto my cock and went in deep to give her my cum.

“Oh God, oh fuck, that’s lovely,” I hard my aunt squeak as I emptied all I had left into her body. “Cum, lovely cum, all your seed,” she gasped. “Aaron, you’ll get me pregnant…”

I lost all sense of reality when I heard her say that. I was grunting and thrusting, the pleasure intense, love and lust mingling as we made all the noises together. I came, lost in the bliss until coherent thought returned and I saw my aunt on her side, a hand wedged between her thighs, my dick waggling while I knelt and stared at Aunt Sadie with two fingers inside her own body.

“Fuck, Aaron, I’m coming,” she sobbed as she went wall-eyed and her pussy squelched spunk around her fingers.

After that, when she recovered enough to speak, my aunt layered shock upon shock by asking for the suction-cup dildo. Then, despite having come at last three times I could recall, my aunt stunned me by putting on a lewd masturbatory show, using the rubber cock against her pussy until she juddered and yelled her delight.

“Oh fuck, oh Jesus,” my aunt blasphemed when it was finally over.

I gawked, agog at how she lay there in that inelegant sprawl, the dildo hanging out of her body like an obscene tongue, her labia clinging to the shaft, half of its length wedged into her cunt.

“So, it’s a secret,” Aunt Sadie said as she gulped in deep draughts of air.

“Yeah,” I said on a croak.

She blurted a delighted laugh and held out her arms.

“Come and give me a cuddle,” she said. “And I want you to sleep in my bed tonight.”

#

A week later I arrived at the house after a lecture to see my mother’s car on Aunt Sadie’s drive. It didn’t mean anything in itself but I was surprised my mother hadn’t said she was planning to visit. Then, when I walked into the living room and saw the look on my mother’s face fear slid loose inside me, the sensation exacerbated because not only did my mother look pissed-off while my aunt sat in the chair with a sheepish look on her face, my cousin Jerome, Aunt Sadie’s youngest son, the army doctor, was sitting on the sofa next to my mother.

“Ah, there he is,” my mother said.

“Something wrong?” I asked, anxious at the way they were looking at me.

My mother pulled a face and glanced at Jerome.

Then she looked at me and said, “You could say that, Aaron.”

My hands started to tremble and my legs felt weak.

“Uh, like what?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t what I feared.

“You and your aunt…”

I heard the buzzing inside my head as the world blurred and I thought I was going to faint.

“Wuh-what?” I stammered as I struggled to stay on my feet.

“Sex,” my mother said.

It hit me like a tsunami. The shock was immense.

“We know what you’ve been doing together.”

The universe shrunk and time turned elastic.

I looked at my mother and couldn’t make sense of what she was saying as I wondered about how she knew. I could see Jerome next to her. He was staring at me but I couldn’t see any sign of outrage or anger.

“I … I’m suh-sorry,” I heard myself say like I was far away and down a long tunnel.

That was when my mother glanced at my aunt and I saw the smirk like she found something amusing.

“You think you’re in trouble, don’t you, Aaron?”

It was Aunt Sadie who asked and I looked at her.

“You’re not, this is just to show you what it would feel like if you ever told,” she said.

I boggled, not understanding.

“Huh? What?” I said.

“I know everything about what’s been going on with you and my sister,” my mother said.

When she spoke, I looked at her, stunned to see she’d moved closer to Jerome and was holding his hand.

My mother chuckled and shook her head.

“Penny not dropped yet, Aaron?” she asked.

I couldn’t speak. I could only stare in absolute disbelief.

“You and your aunt…” my mother continued. “Me and your cousin…”

“Both cousins,” my aunt put in with a blurted laugh.

It took a few hours and a couple of beers before I even began to recover from the shock. My mother was fucking both my cousins, had been since they turned eighteen. My aunt knew all about it too, but that wasn’t the only shock in store for me that day. It turned out my mother and cousin were staying for the night. They were sharing a bed while I stayed with my aunt. I was still reeling and was too wound up to sleep when we finally went upstairs.

“I’m just going to speak to your mother,” Aunt Sadie said as she threw back the cover.

I lay there in the half-dark, light coming in through the open doorway from the landing outside the bedroom while I turned the incredible, unbelievable news around and around inside my head. A few moments later I saw a shadow on the wall in the corridor just beyond the bedroom door.

“Mum?” I gasped.

“Yes, it’s me,” my mother said s she came to the bed.

I gawped because she was naked, her big round breasts swaying as she moved closer, her body similar to her sister’s but still very different.

“Wuh-what…?” I gurgled.

My mother stood by the side of the bed and smiled at me.

“Your aunt and I have both had Jerry and Paul,” she said. “Sadie’s sleeping with him tonight. I thought you and I might have a little cuddle and a kiss…”

“Shit, you mean…?”

“Oh, sweetheart, of course,” my mother murmured as she got into bed.

Then we were kissing, my hands full of her body while she cranked my cock.

“My boy has grown into a lovely man,” my mother whispered when the kiss broke. “I want you to love me like a son should love his mother,” she breathed.

I sobbed out in joy when my mother’s lips pursed around the dome and she stared to suck my dick.