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I began staying at my aunt and uncle's house when living with my parents and siblings became overwhelming during my college years. I wanted freedom but had no money to attend the state university or to pay rent anywhere. My parents were strict and watched over me like a hawk. Moving one state away to Uncle Joe's house was a bittersweet compromise. He was my mom's brother and would fill her in on any questionable activity of mine. I had to leave the few friends I had to go off to a city I knew little about. However, my aunt and uncle never bore c***dren so at least I had my own room with a little bit of personal space.
My aunt was more liberal in her worldly view than my uncle and expected I'd be off doing my own stuff. My uncle worked especially early on Thursday mornings, so Wednesday nights began as a time she allowed me to go out to the local bars with my fake ID and then sneak back into the house before my uncle's alarm went off at 3:45 a.m. But I soon tired of that routine and I became quite content staying up late with Aunt Cindy, watching late night television or a movie.
They had several pieces of furniture in their living room yet the long sofa directly in front of the television was the favorite for both of us. We'd usually begin watching TV from the opposite ends but would end up rearranging ourselves so that sometimes I would use her feet as a kind of pillow or she'd make popcorn and we’d share the bowl in the center of the couch.
On the Wednesday night that would change my life, we downed 3 glasses of Mos**to while playing a game of checkers and catching up on each other's day. After the formalities, my aunt stretched out across the couch and searched for a channel to watch. Instead of sitting on the opposite side as usual, I jumped between her and the backside of the sofa. I thought she was going to jump up and ask what the hell I was doing, but she stayed put. My aunt flipped the TV to a premium channel, late night series. It wasn't porn but evidently it came pretty close to it. The lady on the screen began playing with herself through her panties. Then her hand slipped down beneath the panties and you could tell she was fingering herself.
My heart was beating quickly and I wondered if my aunt could feel my accelerated heart rate since her head was against my chest. I was buzzed and the longer we watched the more turned on I became. My senses were heightened and I became increasingly aroused by Aunt Cindy’s fragrance. My cock grew larger through my pajama bottoms. She must have felt my shaft pressing up against her ass. She suddenly took my hand and wrapped it around her waist. Our fingers remained interlaced, my palm and fingertips were against her midriff, and I felt she was inching our hands across her abs and down towards her pubic area during the course of the show.
When the episode was over, she turned towards me and we began giggling about how silly the show was. She asked me if I wanted another glass of wine before going to bed. I told her of course. We stood up and I knew a tent had formed in my pjs. We downed two more glasses of wine before she gave me a hug good night. The hug lasted longer than usual and she pecked me on the lips. Typically she didn't kiss me at all or just gave me a little peck on the cheek.
Then she told me about a picture album that was in the night stand next to my bed. “You should look at it; it had no pictures of me when I was younger.” I told her okay, I would if I could keep my eyes open.
I pulled the album out once I crawled into bed and turned on the nightlight. The first several pages were school pictures and were in order as she aged. I smiled as I realized just how hot my aunt really was. I flipped to the next page and saw Aunt Cindy in a bikini on the beach. I imagined pulling the strings loose and staring at her tits and beaver. I pulled my pants down and began stroking my cock. I remembered feeling my aunt's tummy and smelling her hair and the feel of my cock against her ass and her eyes staring into mine when she laughed about the show and her kiss on my lips. I flipped to the final picture and her bikini bra was gone. She was laughing while trying to cover up her tits with her arm. My cock was throbbing.
Suddenly the knob on my door rattled and I left the album next to my cock as I made an attempt to pretend I was sleeping. My eyes were shut and I heard footsteps across my floor. I heard my nightlight click off. My mattress creaked under someone's weight and I recognized Aunt Cindy's scent. Her arm reached across my chest as she snuggled against me. Her lips whispered in my ear, “Let’s pretend to be boyfriend/girlfriend.” My chest began pumping up and down as her lips came down on mine. She combed my hair with her fingers as she pulled my face tighter against hers and her tongue began to probe my mouth. I reciprocated and our tongues danced in the vacuum we created.
In the dark, I realized she was wearing a bathrobe and her legs were bare beneath it. That meant she had purposely taken off her pajama bottoms and put the robe on before entering my room. Her smooth legs rubbed up against my cock. Her mouth came down to my neck and I felt her wine warmed breath in my ear. She began sucking on several areas of my neck as her hair swept across my face.
She stood up and removed my shirt. My cock was already out of my pants so her mouth simply lowered to suck my shaft. She went up and down hard, her mouth trying to squeeze my cum out of my dick like toothpaste. Her fingers squeezed my balls until she stopped sucking. She let spit drip out of her mouth and onto my cock. She continued with a hand job, twisting and squeezing my cock, then licking it each time she wanted to lubricate it. With her hand still squeezing my cock, she stood up which forced me to do the same. She whispered in my ear to untie the belt from her robe. I did then swept my hands under the robe by her shoulders. She let go of my cock and the robe fell to the floor. Her soft tits called my name and I began sucking on the flesh around her nipples. I squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as my face buried itself into her chest. My throbbing cock felt pussy lips and hair and thighs.
“Lick my pussy.”
I pushed her down to the bed and began sucking up sweet juices that had already moistened her bush. My hands massaged her breasts as my tongue looked for crevices and holes and clit. She pulled my head away to keep herself from orgasming.
“I want you in me and I want to be on top.”
I laid down on the bed, Aunt Cindy took my cock in her hand and slowly wiggled it into her pussy. She never had c***dren so her pussy wrapped around my cock tightly. She began kissing my chest while I massaged her shoulders and caressed her back. She sat straight up and began gyrating against my hips. She told me to say her name.
“Oh, Aunt Cindy!”
Her hand slapped my face hard and she pulled my hair. “No! My name is Cynthia! And I'm your girlfriend!”
My face was on fire but I was so turned on. “Oh, Cynthia! Cynthia! Oh, I'm about to cum!”
“I am too! Squeeze my nipples! Please!”
I squeezed her nipples as hard as I could and we both began to grunt at the same time. My cum exploded out of my dick and into the vagina of my aunt. My aunt was mouthing “oh, oh, oh” as muffled as she could. (Remember, my uncle was still in the house sleeping.) My aunt’s orgasm lasted longer than mine and a drip of sweat from her forehead hit my nose as she came down and laid on top of me.
“I love you”, she said.
“I love you, too”, I said.
“This will be our secret forever, okay. You can't tell anyone.”
“I won't, ever.”
And I've kept that promise for the last 20 years, until just now.
My aunt was more liberal in her worldly view than my uncle and expected I'd be off doing my own stuff. My uncle worked especially early on Thursday mornings, so Wednesday nights began as a time she allowed me to go out to the local bars with my fake ID and then sneak back into the house before my uncle's alarm went off at 3:45 a.m. But I soon tired of that routine and I became quite content staying up late with Aunt Cindy, watching late night television or a movie.
They had several pieces of furniture in their living room yet the long sofa directly in front of the television was the favorite for both of us. We'd usually begin watching TV from the opposite ends but would end up rearranging ourselves so that sometimes I would use her feet as a kind of pillow or she'd make popcorn and we’d share the bowl in the center of the couch.
On the Wednesday night that would change my life, we downed 3 glasses of Mos**to while playing a game of checkers and catching up on each other's day. After the formalities, my aunt stretched out across the couch and searched for a channel to watch. Instead of sitting on the opposite side as usual, I jumped between her and the backside of the sofa. I thought she was going to jump up and ask what the hell I was doing, but she stayed put. My aunt flipped the TV to a premium channel, late night series. It wasn't porn but evidently it came pretty close to it. The lady on the screen began playing with herself through her panties. Then her hand slipped down beneath the panties and you could tell she was fingering herself.
My heart was beating quickly and I wondered if my aunt could feel my accelerated heart rate since her head was against my chest. I was buzzed and the longer we watched the more turned on I became. My senses were heightened and I became increasingly aroused by Aunt Cindy’s fragrance. My cock grew larger through my pajama bottoms. She must have felt my shaft pressing up against her ass. She suddenly took my hand and wrapped it around her waist. Our fingers remained interlaced, my palm and fingertips were against her midriff, and I felt she was inching our hands across her abs and down towards her pubic area during the course of the show.
When the episode was over, she turned towards me and we began giggling about how silly the show was. She asked me if I wanted another glass of wine before going to bed. I told her of course. We stood up and I knew a tent had formed in my pjs. We downed two more glasses of wine before she gave me a hug good night. The hug lasted longer than usual and she pecked me on the lips. Typically she didn't kiss me at all or just gave me a little peck on the cheek.
Then she told me about a picture album that was in the night stand next to my bed. “You should look at it; it had no pictures of me when I was younger.” I told her okay, I would if I could keep my eyes open.
I pulled the album out once I crawled into bed and turned on the nightlight. The first several pages were school pictures and were in order as she aged. I smiled as I realized just how hot my aunt really was. I flipped to the next page and saw Aunt Cindy in a bikini on the beach. I imagined pulling the strings loose and staring at her tits and beaver. I pulled my pants down and began stroking my cock. I remembered feeling my aunt's tummy and smelling her hair and the feel of my cock against her ass and her eyes staring into mine when she laughed about the show and her kiss on my lips. I flipped to the final picture and her bikini bra was gone. She was laughing while trying to cover up her tits with her arm. My cock was throbbing.
Suddenly the knob on my door rattled and I left the album next to my cock as I made an attempt to pretend I was sleeping. My eyes were shut and I heard footsteps across my floor. I heard my nightlight click off. My mattress creaked under someone's weight and I recognized Aunt Cindy's scent. Her arm reached across my chest as she snuggled against me. Her lips whispered in my ear, “Let’s pretend to be boyfriend/girlfriend.” My chest began pumping up and down as her lips came down on mine. She combed my hair with her fingers as she pulled my face tighter against hers and her tongue began to probe my mouth. I reciprocated and our tongues danced in the vacuum we created.
In the dark, I realized she was wearing a bathrobe and her legs were bare beneath it. That meant she had purposely taken off her pajama bottoms and put the robe on before entering my room. Her smooth legs rubbed up against my cock. Her mouth came down to my neck and I felt her wine warmed breath in my ear. She began sucking on several areas of my neck as her hair swept across my face.
She stood up and removed my shirt. My cock was already out of my pants so her mouth simply lowered to suck my shaft. She went up and down hard, her mouth trying to squeeze my cum out of my dick like toothpaste. Her fingers squeezed my balls until she stopped sucking. She let spit drip out of her mouth and onto my cock. She continued with a hand job, twisting and squeezing my cock, then licking it each time she wanted to lubricate it. With her hand still squeezing my cock, she stood up which forced me to do the same. She whispered in my ear to untie the belt from her robe. I did then swept my hands under the robe by her shoulders. She let go of my cock and the robe fell to the floor. Her soft tits called my name and I began sucking on the flesh around her nipples. I squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as my face buried itself into her chest. My throbbing cock felt pussy lips and hair and thighs.
“Lick my pussy.”
I pushed her down to the bed and began sucking up sweet juices that had already moistened her bush. My hands massaged her breasts as my tongue looked for crevices and holes and clit. She pulled my head away to keep herself from orgasming.
“I want you in me and I want to be on top.”
I laid down on the bed, Aunt Cindy took my cock in her hand and slowly wiggled it into her pussy. She never had c***dren so her pussy wrapped around my cock tightly. She began kissing my chest while I massaged her shoulders and caressed her back. She sat straight up and began gyrating against my hips. She told me to say her name.
“Oh, Aunt Cindy!”
Her hand slapped my face hard and she pulled my hair. “No! My name is Cynthia! And I'm your girlfriend!”
My face was on fire but I was so turned on. “Oh, Cynthia! Cynthia! Oh, I'm about to cum!”
“I am too! Squeeze my nipples! Please!”
I squeezed her nipples as hard as I could and we both began to grunt at the same time. My cum exploded out of my dick and into the vagina of my aunt. My aunt was mouthing “oh, oh, oh” as muffled as she could. (Remember, my uncle was still in the house sleeping.) My aunt’s orgasm lasted longer than mine and a drip of sweat from her forehead hit my nose as she came down and laid on top of me.
“I love you”, she said.
“I love you, too”, I said.
“This will be our secret forever, okay. You can't tell anyone.”
“I won't, ever.”
And I've kept that promise for the last 20 years, until just now.
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