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My mom had died a few months earlier. I was 17, so I
wasn't a k** anymore, but I wasn't so old that I could
take it in stride. Or maybe you're never old enough to
take things like that in stride; I don't know.
Anyway, I still felt pretty torn up about it, but I
tried not to show it too much, because I figured it was
harder on the k**s -- my brothers, Willie and Mark, four
years younger. And with Dad away most of the time
flying, I figured I had to be the man of the family.
I don't know how we would have gotten through that time
if it hadn't been for everything Aunt Sandy did for us.
She's Dad's sister. She'd gotten a divorce, so she was
free and she came to live with us after Mom died, and to
look after us. We sure needed it.
Aunt Sandy was something: a short, blond ball of fire.
With her hair cut so short she looked like a Q-tip,
except that no Q-tip was ever that curvy. Nothing
extravagant; she's no Dolly Parton or anything, but you
could definitely tell she was a woman.
It was weird having a good-looking woman around the
house. Mom was pretty, I guess, but, well, she was our
Mom, you know?
Aunt Sandy was family, too, but in a way she wasn't. We
hadn't seen much of her before.
She tried her best to fit in, though, always looking
after us and trying to help us deal with Mom being gone.
Like that day.
I had this thing at school -- an honors assembly. I
tried to act like it was no big deal, but Mom had always
been on us to do our school work and study hard. I knew
this would have meant a lot to her. So I was getting
these honors -- and she couldn't be there. I knew my Dad
would be out of town, so I didn't even mention it to
him. He'd been feeling guilty about being away so much,
and he didn't need that kind of worry on top of losing
Mom.
The awards came at the end of the school day, in last
period. The gym was full of students and parents. Every
time someone walked up to the stage, you could figure
out where their parents were sitting by watching for the
pop of a camera flash. Every so often some k** would
reach out his hand for a plaque and his mom or dad would
yell out something that would echo and the k** would
look up.
Their expressions were always the same -- trying to look
embarrassed, but actually pretty happy. I knew the
feeling; my Mom could make me feel that way every time
she'd shout out my name at a Little League game or point
me out in a school play.
I guess I was feeling pretty down by the time my turn
came. Maybe I was even crying a little, I don't know.
When they called my name I walked toward the stage in
kind of a daze; the faces of the k**s around me were
just a blur.
Then I got up to the podium and the principal was
reaching out his hand and there was a flash off to the
right. I had just a second to wonder whose Dad had
mistaken me for his son when there was this shout that
bounced off the rafters: "Yeah Day-Vid!"
It was Aunt Sandy, of course. She wasn't hard to spot,
leaping into the air in the third row of the bleachers,
waving her arms like a cheerleader.
It wouldn't have been cool to smile too much, but I
couldn't help flashing a grin. She must have heard
something from Willie or Mark about the assembly, but
she'd never said a word to me, just showed up. Parents
were supposed to have tickets, and I'd never picked mine
up, so I don't know how she talked her way in. Being
Aunt Sandy, I figure she just flashed those big eyes at
them and started talking fast and walking past them all
at once.
The assembly finished just a little bit after that. I
was walking out the gym door when Aunt Sandy caught up
with me and offered to drive me home.
We talked about a lot of stuff in the car, about my
missing Mom and how proud she would have been to see me
up on the stage. I'm not much at telling people how I
feel, but I felt so close to Aunt Sandy then that I just
let it all out. I don't think I actually ever thanked
her for coming that day, but I'm sure she got the idea.
Anyway, by the time we got home I was bawling like a
baby, but I didn't feel bad; I was just working out all
my feelings about my Mom. For the first time, I allowed
myself to admit how sad I was and how much I really
missed her.
And Aunt Sandy didn't say much; she didn't have to.
Mostly she just murmured every once in a while, or
offered me a tissue.
Mark and Willie were staying over at a friend's house
that night, so we got back to an empty house. Aunt Sandy
said it hardly seemed worth cooking up a whole meal just
for the two of us and wondered if I'd think she was too
lazy if she just ordered out for pizza. I said it was
fine.
***
Later that evening, over slices of pepperoni and
sausage, I told Aunt Sandy that I really appreciated her
helping us out. She made a joke out of it, saying that
it didn't take much effort to dial a phone for pizza,
but I could see she really appreciated my saying it. It
seems crazy now, but I think that was the first time any
of us actually told her how much she meant to us.
I guess we were all so busy dealing with our emotions
that we never stopped to think that Aunt Sandy might be
feeling down, too, with her divorce, and then coming
into a new house and dealing with somebody else's k**s
and all.
Well, we finished dinner and watched TV for a little
while, and then I went up to shower and go to bed. I'd
played some basketball by myself in the driveway before
dinner and I felt kinda cruddy.
So I turned on the water full blast and stepped into the
shower, sliding the frosted glass door behind me. I just
stood under the water a couple of minutes, letting the
hot jets bite into my skin. I still missed my Mom, of
course, but after my talk with Aunt Sandy I felt like I
was finally coming alive again, getting back to a normal
life. It seemed as if the streams of water dripping off
me were taking away a big weight that had been riding me
for months.
I started lathering up when I thought I heard something
in the bathroom. The glass had steamed up, though, so I
couldn't even see any shadowy forms through it. I rubbed
the soap into the hand towel a little more and started
scrubbing my chest.
That's when the shower door opened.
"I thought you could use some help," Aunt Sandy said,
stepping in.
She was naked. Well, I guess you figured that out.
Although I'd already noticed that Aunt Sandy looked
young for her age and had a nice body, I'd never known
how nice it was until that moment. She was short, just
about coming up to my chin, but her legs seemed to go on
forever. Her breasts were more than a handful -- not
huge, but what was incredible was how firm they were, no
sag at all. Her nipples were already erect, pointing at
me like pencil erasers from the light brown circles
around them. And her bush, a curly little arrowhead
pointing right down to...
Of course, I got an instant hard-on. Imagine how you
would feel if some sexy lady suddenly stepped into the
shower with you?
But what if that lady were your aunt? That's what I was
thinking. I backed up into the corner of the stall.
"Aunt Sandy," I stammered out. "Wh-what are you doing?
In here? With me?"
She didn't move toward me right away, just stood there
in the far corner. The spray from the shower hit her
about at the waist and I couldn't help following the
trickles down with my eyes, seeing them drip onto her
bush, matting down the hair, pouring down those long,
shapely legs. It was like a Playboy centerfold come to
life!
"David," she said, and I forced my eyes back up to her
cute face. "I've been living with you several months
now, and I think it's time you understood some things. I
know you and the boys miss your Mom, and you want
someone to do the things she used to do for you --
cooking, cleaning, all of that. And I'm happy to help,
really I am.
"But I'm not your Mom. I'd never try to be, even if I
could. So things -- relationships -- are different.
"I need you to understand that I'm a woman. I have my
own needs. Do you know what I mean?"
The look on her face made my fears melt away. I knew
what she meant -- how could I have been so stupid? Aunt
Sandy had been divorced for awhile, and now she was
cooped up in a house with a bunch of k**s. Of course she
had needs.
But -- me? I hadn't even gotten to first base with any
of the girls my own age, and now this older woman was
offering everything. I didn't know what to do -- I mean,
I knew what I wanted to do, but should I? And if I did,
what if I did something wrong?
I don't know if Aunt Sandy saw the emotions on my face
or if she just sensed them, but she did exactly the
right thing, taking it very slow. As she'd been talking
to me, she had taken a couple of steps toward me. The
spray from the shower was hitting just below her neck
now, streams of water flowing down her breasts and
trickling off the nipples. I was so entranced by the
vision I didn't see what happened next until I felt the
washcloth being pulled out of my hand. Aunt Sandy took
the soap, too.
Slowly, like it was a dream, she rubbed more soap on the
cloth and began to scrub my chest, my arms, my hands. I
began to get more comfortable.
Then she had me turn around and she washed my back,
rinsing out the cloth and wetting it down, wringing out
the clear water to pour down my body.
I almost forgot that I was in the shower with a naked
woman, if you can believe that. I mean, it was just
really soothing, the water splashing over me, the rough
swish of the cloth on my skin. I got really relaxed and
I think my cock even started to soften a little.
But then I felt something else. It was Aunt Sandy's
erect nipples tickling my back, and then her warm body
pressed up against mine as her hands slid around my
waist. My hard-on sprang back to life.
"Oh, David, this is going to be a day I'll never
forget," she said, and she started to slide down. Her
hands brushed against the sides of my crotch as she went
all the way down and lathered up my legs from behind.
I knew I was never going to forget this, either. I
wasn't sure if maybe I should be doing something, or
saying something, but I didn't want to risk spoiling the
moment.
I shouldn't have worried; Aunt Sandy was in complete
control. When she finished with my legs she spun me
around, facing her. She stood up, her naked body just
inches from mine. I couldn't help staring, taking in all
that firm flesh. Was I really going to touch it? Was my
cock really going to be buried in her pussy?
She read my thoughts again. "It's real, David," she said
with a giggle. "Here, feel it." She took my hand in hers
and drew it up to her breast. I gasped when I felt it.
I'd never touched a breast before, at least not one that
wasn't covered up by a bra and a blouse. But this one
was right there, in the flesh. "Rub your fingers over
it," Aunt Sandy told me. "Gently. Now circle the nipple
with one finger. Mmmmmm. You can suck it if you like."
Of course I liked. I bent down and took the brown button
into my mouth. "Lick it," Aunt Sandy said, and I did.
"Yes, now nip at it, very gently -- ohhh, yes! Very
good, David!"
I moved from one breast to the other, sucking and
nibbling like they were ice cream cones. Aunt Sandy's
hands roamed over my body, occasionally brushing against
my stiff cock. Then she rubbed some more soap on her
hands and brought them down to my crotch.
The slippery feel of her hands encircling my shaft
almost made me shoot right then, but she squeezed down
and the urge went away. "You've got a very nice cock,
David," she said. "Nice and thick. I think it's going to
fill my cunt wall to wall, dear. Do you think you'd like
that? Would like to put that hard cock in your auntie's
hot pussy?"
Up until then I had never heard Aunt Sandy use language
like that, and I never would have believed she could.
But this wasn't the same Aunt Sandy I was used to. The
look in her eyes was like fire, like there was some
a****l inside her instead of a human being. Her hands
were sliding up and down my dick like wild, her breath
was coming in short gasps. With the water pouring down
over us I felt like I was in some crazy jungle movie --
you know, Me Tarzan, she Jane. I was developing an
unstoppable urge to drive my cock into my aunt's hot
body.
"Yes," I hissed out. "I want you. Oh, God, Aunt Sandy, I
want my cock in you!"
"Mmmm, that's a good boy. You're going to do everything
your aunt tells you, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes! Just let me get it in you!"
"Such an eager boy! I was going to suggest we dry off
and go to the bedroom, but I think we'd better start
right here, don't you? Now, lean back against the wall,
David. That's it, sit back against the shelf." As she
said that, she was still stroking my cock, getting it so
hard it stuck straight up.
Sitting down like that, I was just about level with her,
so she was able to just hop up onto my lap. My cock
prodded her flat stomach as she leaned forward and
pressed her lips to my neck and slid them up to my ear.
"This is going to be sooooo good," Aunt Sandy whispered.
"Your cock is going to fill me up. And I'm going to ride
it like a pony, David. You're going to be my stallion,
do you know that? You're going to slide that fat dick in
and out of your aunt's cunt so hard, it's going to drive
me crazy. "
Her talk was driving ME crazy, that was for sure. I was
already bucking up at her, scr****g the head of my cock
across her skin, desperate to get inside her.
She dug her heels into the sides of the shower stall and
raised her ass, putting her cunt directly over my cock.
When she eased down a little I could feel the slippery
pussy lips just touching the tip of my dick.
But even then she didn't take me in. Instead, she held
her cunt above me while she kissed her way from my ear
to my mouth.
I opened my lips to her and she stuck her tongue deep
inside, flicking out at mine. I kissed her back
hungrily, like I'd never get enough. Our mouths ground
together and grunts were choked out of our throats. I
forgot this was my aunt and just concentrated on having
a sexy older woman writhing naked on my body. It was
fantastic!
And then, at last, while our tongues were still
entwined, Aunt Sandy lowered her cunt and her slippery
pussy lips blossomed open under the pressure of my
aching cock. She took me in slowly, just a little bit at
a time, while I was lost in the incredible sensations.
Her hot, wet cunt was tight against my dick, hugging it
as it slid in deeper and deeper.
When I was in her to the hilt, Aunt Sandy broke our kiss
and leaned back.
"I knew it!" she said with a smile. "I knew you'd fill
me up. Can you feel it, David? Your cock is so big it's
filling up my pussy all the way. I can feel every inch
of you inside me, and it feels great." She leaned back a
little more and the shower stream hit her full in the
face. She spat out a mouthful of water and leaned toward
me again, laughing, her hair plastered down by the
water. She shook her head from side to side and the
water flew off, splashing into my face.
"Aunt Sandy!" I tried to look angry but I couldn't help
laughing myself. And whatever anger I had fell apart
when she began to move, pulling her tight cunt almost
all the way off my cock and then squatting down onto it
again.
Soon we were moving in synch, driving my cock again and
again into my aunt's eager pussy. Her tits jiggled as
she bounced up and down on me, bringing me closer and
closer to shooting. But each time I felt myself nearing
the edge she slowed down or even stopped, my cock buried
deep within her velvet folds.
"You're doing very well, David," Aunt Sandy said in
between kisses. "Mmmm, my pussy really likes your cock.
I think it wants to play with it all night. Is that OK
with you? Do you want to fuck your aunt all night?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I shouted, my words bouncing around the
stall. "I want to fuck you, Aunt Sandy, I do! I want to
bury my cock inside your cunt! Oh, God, it feels so
good!"
We kept up the rhythm for what seemed like hours, but I
guess it was only 10 or 15 minutes. Finally I couldn't
hold back any longer.
"Aunt Sandy! Aunt Sandy, I'm going to ... I can't ...
AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The cum boiled up inside me and shot
into her tunnel like a fire hose.
"Fill me up!" she shouted back at me. "Fill my pussy! I
want all your cum, David! Yesss!"
By the time I had recovered from that spasm, the water
from the shower was turning cold. We shut it off as fast
as we could and toweled each other off, shivering a
little until we'd gotten all dry and slipped into our
bathrobes.
Then Aunt Sandy led me to her bedroom and lit a bunch of
candles -- on the nightstand, the dresser, all over. The
light flickered and moved around, casting weird shadows.
She slipped off her robe and lay down on the bed on her
back while I stood at the foot. In the candlelight, she
looked even sexier than before. And now I could see her
cunt spread before me, and a heavy, musky odor came up
from it. I dropped my bathrobe to the floor.
"My pussy is still hungry," Aunt Sandy said, spreading
her legs even wider. "I think it still wants to play."
"I -- I don't think I can," I said. I still felt
completely drained by our fuck in the shower.
"There are other ways to play, not just with your cock,"
Aunt Sandy said. "Just watch me."
She put an index finger into her mouth. When she pulled
it out, I could see it glistening wetly. I kept my eyes
on that finger as she touched it to her nipples, slid it
down her breast and across her stomach.
Then she stroked the sides of her cunt, still slick from
our fuck, and tangled the finger in the hairs of her fur
patch. She raised her knees up and I could see her pussy
open up before me while she slid the finger closer,
closer, until it was at the very edge of her tunnel.
I looked up and Aunt Sandy was staring directly into my
eyes.
"Watch how I do this, David," she whispered, and I
looked back down at her cunt. She began to slide the
finger into her, rolling it around the edges of the
hole, then sinking it in deeper and deeper. Soon she was
bucking up at it. Her thumb spread apart the lips some
more and started twiddling a little button-shaped fold
of flesh -- her clit. She put a second finger inside her
and pushed them in and out, fucking herself faster and
faster.
Without thinking about it, I had crawled up onto the bed
and I was only a few inches from her hot pussy when she
called out.
"You do it, David! Put your finger in me! Fuck your
auntie's pussy now, please!"
My hand jerked up automatically and I slid a couple of
fingers inside her as Aunt Sandy slid hers out. I could
feel the ring of muscles at the entrance to her tunnel
grabbing greedily at me as I drove my fingers in and
out. The odor was almost overpowering, but it wasn't
bad; somehow, it made me even hornier.
"Now lick me, David," Aunt Sandy said.
I was shocked, I guess, but too horny to notice. It
seemed only natural to lower my head and slide my tongue
against her hot pussy, licking at the little clit
button. Pretty soon I was gobbling away, pushing my
tongue right into her cunt when my fingers slid out to
caress her thighs or grab at her ass. And Aunt Sandy was
humping back, mashing her pussy into my face.
"Yes, yes!" she was shouting, calling out my name over
and over again. Then her bucking got even wilder and I
could barely keep my tongue on her. Her thighs closed
around me so tight I almost couldn't breathe. "Oh, fuck,
yes!" Aunt Sandy screamed. "Yes, David, yes, I'm
cumming, I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggg!"
In a minute her bucking slowed down and I was able to
come up for air. I slid up on the bed to kiss her. When
I held her to me, I was surprised to feel my cock hard
again, pressing against her skin.
"Oh, David, someone else wants to play again," Aunt
Sandy said, teasing me. She wiggled her body against
mine. "Do you think we should?"
I didn't say anything. I just rolled over on top of her,
my cock already pressing at the entrance of her cunt.
When I slid it into her, my aunt lifted her legs high,
taking me even deeper than before. We started rutting
like a****ls, pounding away at each other without saying
a word, just grunting and groaning.
Aunt Sandy's body bounced and shook on the bed
underneath me as I drove my cock into that hot, wet cunt
over and over again. I wanted to split her wide open
with my pile-driver, and at the same time I wanted to
touch and lick every inch of her. Even though we were
fresh from the shower, our bodies were already getting
covered in sweat and my hands slipped all over my aunt,
exploring every silky nook.
Finally I rose up above her, my cock still impaled in
her slit, and Aunt Sandy brought her heels up and rested
them on my shoulders, opening herself all the way. A few
more minutes of frantic fucking and I came in a huge
burst, driving my cum into her while Aunt Sandy erupted
into her own orgasm, her arms slapping into the mattress
as the sensations ripped through her.
It was the greatest moment of my life and I didn't want
it to ever end, but my cock started to shrink and pretty
soon it slipped out of my aunt's pussy. I lay down next
to her, holding her close, nuzzling her smooth neck. "I
love you, Aunt Sandy," I whispered as I drifted off to
sleep.
***
I woke up the next morning still in her bed, having an
incredible dream. But when I opened my eyes I saw that
it wasn't a dream. Aunt Sandy, still naked, was kneeling
at my side. Her full lips were sliding up and down my
erect shaft, giving me an awesome blow-job.
When I shifted slightly, she pulled off me and looked
up. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her eyes
bright and twinkling. "I thought this would get a rise
out of you!"
I groaned at the joke, and then I groaned again as she
put her mouth back onto my cock, this time sliding all
the way down, pushing the head of my cock against the
back of her throat. The sight of her lips pressed around
the bottom of my dick was almost too much, and I came in
just a few minutes.
Aunt Sandy swallowed my full load and then licked my
cock clean like it was a lollipop.
"M-Mark and Willie will be home soon," I managed to
sputter out. "We'd better get dressed."
"Are you sure we don't have time for a little more fun?"
Aunt Sandy winked at me. "There are still a few tricks
we haven't tried. Well, it'll have to be next time, I
guess."
Next time! I can't find the right words to tell you how
I felt, looking at that perfect body, knowing that my
aunt would be with us all the time, eager to show me all
the ways of sex. I pulled her to me and kissed her
again, hard, holding her to me so that I wouldn't forget
the press of her tits, the curve of her waist, the
tickle of her pussy hairs.
From that day on, life around the house was never the
same. Aunt Sandy and I explored every kind of sexual
contact imaginable, in every room of the house. It
didn't take long before Mark and Willie joined in, too -
- but that's a whole other story.
wasn't a k** anymore, but I wasn't so old that I could
take it in stride. Or maybe you're never old enough to
take things like that in stride; I don't know.
Anyway, I still felt pretty torn up about it, but I
tried not to show it too much, because I figured it was
harder on the k**s -- my brothers, Willie and Mark, four
years younger. And with Dad away most of the time
flying, I figured I had to be the man of the family.
I don't know how we would have gotten through that time
if it hadn't been for everything Aunt Sandy did for us.
She's Dad's sister. She'd gotten a divorce, so she was
free and she came to live with us after Mom died, and to
look after us. We sure needed it.
Aunt Sandy was something: a short, blond ball of fire.
With her hair cut so short she looked like a Q-tip,
except that no Q-tip was ever that curvy. Nothing
extravagant; she's no Dolly Parton or anything, but you
could definitely tell she was a woman.
It was weird having a good-looking woman around the
house. Mom was pretty, I guess, but, well, she was our
Mom, you know?
Aunt Sandy was family, too, but in a way she wasn't. We
hadn't seen much of her before.
She tried her best to fit in, though, always looking
after us and trying to help us deal with Mom being gone.
Like that day.
I had this thing at school -- an honors assembly. I
tried to act like it was no big deal, but Mom had always
been on us to do our school work and study hard. I knew
this would have meant a lot to her. So I was getting
these honors -- and she couldn't be there. I knew my Dad
would be out of town, so I didn't even mention it to
him. He'd been feeling guilty about being away so much,
and he didn't need that kind of worry on top of losing
Mom.
The awards came at the end of the school day, in last
period. The gym was full of students and parents. Every
time someone walked up to the stage, you could figure
out where their parents were sitting by watching for the
pop of a camera flash. Every so often some k** would
reach out his hand for a plaque and his mom or dad would
yell out something that would echo and the k** would
look up.
Their expressions were always the same -- trying to look
embarrassed, but actually pretty happy. I knew the
feeling; my Mom could make me feel that way every time
she'd shout out my name at a Little League game or point
me out in a school play.
I guess I was feeling pretty down by the time my turn
came. Maybe I was even crying a little, I don't know.
When they called my name I walked toward the stage in
kind of a daze; the faces of the k**s around me were
just a blur.
Then I got up to the podium and the principal was
reaching out his hand and there was a flash off to the
right. I had just a second to wonder whose Dad had
mistaken me for his son when there was this shout that
bounced off the rafters: "Yeah Day-Vid!"
It was Aunt Sandy, of course. She wasn't hard to spot,
leaping into the air in the third row of the bleachers,
waving her arms like a cheerleader.
It wouldn't have been cool to smile too much, but I
couldn't help flashing a grin. She must have heard
something from Willie or Mark about the assembly, but
she'd never said a word to me, just showed up. Parents
were supposed to have tickets, and I'd never picked mine
up, so I don't know how she talked her way in. Being
Aunt Sandy, I figure she just flashed those big eyes at
them and started talking fast and walking past them all
at once.
The assembly finished just a little bit after that. I
was walking out the gym door when Aunt Sandy caught up
with me and offered to drive me home.
We talked about a lot of stuff in the car, about my
missing Mom and how proud she would have been to see me
up on the stage. I'm not much at telling people how I
feel, but I felt so close to Aunt Sandy then that I just
let it all out. I don't think I actually ever thanked
her for coming that day, but I'm sure she got the idea.
Anyway, by the time we got home I was bawling like a
baby, but I didn't feel bad; I was just working out all
my feelings about my Mom. For the first time, I allowed
myself to admit how sad I was and how much I really
missed her.
And Aunt Sandy didn't say much; she didn't have to.
Mostly she just murmured every once in a while, or
offered me a tissue.
Mark and Willie were staying over at a friend's house
that night, so we got back to an empty house. Aunt Sandy
said it hardly seemed worth cooking up a whole meal just
for the two of us and wondered if I'd think she was too
lazy if she just ordered out for pizza. I said it was
fine.
***
Later that evening, over slices of pepperoni and
sausage, I told Aunt Sandy that I really appreciated her
helping us out. She made a joke out of it, saying that
it didn't take much effort to dial a phone for pizza,
but I could see she really appreciated my saying it. It
seems crazy now, but I think that was the first time any
of us actually told her how much she meant to us.
I guess we were all so busy dealing with our emotions
that we never stopped to think that Aunt Sandy might be
feeling down, too, with her divorce, and then coming
into a new house and dealing with somebody else's k**s
and all.
Well, we finished dinner and watched TV for a little
while, and then I went up to shower and go to bed. I'd
played some basketball by myself in the driveway before
dinner and I felt kinda cruddy.
So I turned on the water full blast and stepped into the
shower, sliding the frosted glass door behind me. I just
stood under the water a couple of minutes, letting the
hot jets bite into my skin. I still missed my Mom, of
course, but after my talk with Aunt Sandy I felt like I
was finally coming alive again, getting back to a normal
life. It seemed as if the streams of water dripping off
me were taking away a big weight that had been riding me
for months.
I started lathering up when I thought I heard something
in the bathroom. The glass had steamed up, though, so I
couldn't even see any shadowy forms through it. I rubbed
the soap into the hand towel a little more and started
scrubbing my chest.
That's when the shower door opened.
"I thought you could use some help," Aunt Sandy said,
stepping in.
She was naked. Well, I guess you figured that out.
Although I'd already noticed that Aunt Sandy looked
young for her age and had a nice body, I'd never known
how nice it was until that moment. She was short, just
about coming up to my chin, but her legs seemed to go on
forever. Her breasts were more than a handful -- not
huge, but what was incredible was how firm they were, no
sag at all. Her nipples were already erect, pointing at
me like pencil erasers from the light brown circles
around them. And her bush, a curly little arrowhead
pointing right down to...
Of course, I got an instant hard-on. Imagine how you
would feel if some sexy lady suddenly stepped into the
shower with you?
But what if that lady were your aunt? That's what I was
thinking. I backed up into the corner of the stall.
"Aunt Sandy," I stammered out. "Wh-what are you doing?
In here? With me?"
She didn't move toward me right away, just stood there
in the far corner. The spray from the shower hit her
about at the waist and I couldn't help following the
trickles down with my eyes, seeing them drip onto her
bush, matting down the hair, pouring down those long,
shapely legs. It was like a Playboy centerfold come to
life!
"David," she said, and I forced my eyes back up to her
cute face. "I've been living with you several months
now, and I think it's time you understood some things. I
know you and the boys miss your Mom, and you want
someone to do the things she used to do for you --
cooking, cleaning, all of that. And I'm happy to help,
really I am.
"But I'm not your Mom. I'd never try to be, even if I
could. So things -- relationships -- are different.
"I need you to understand that I'm a woman. I have my
own needs. Do you know what I mean?"
The look on her face made my fears melt away. I knew
what she meant -- how could I have been so stupid? Aunt
Sandy had been divorced for awhile, and now she was
cooped up in a house with a bunch of k**s. Of course she
had needs.
But -- me? I hadn't even gotten to first base with any
of the girls my own age, and now this older woman was
offering everything. I didn't know what to do -- I mean,
I knew what I wanted to do, but should I? And if I did,
what if I did something wrong?
I don't know if Aunt Sandy saw the emotions on my face
or if she just sensed them, but she did exactly the
right thing, taking it very slow. As she'd been talking
to me, she had taken a couple of steps toward me. The
spray from the shower was hitting just below her neck
now, streams of water flowing down her breasts and
trickling off the nipples. I was so entranced by the
vision I didn't see what happened next until I felt the
washcloth being pulled out of my hand. Aunt Sandy took
the soap, too.
Slowly, like it was a dream, she rubbed more soap on the
cloth and began to scrub my chest, my arms, my hands. I
began to get more comfortable.
Then she had me turn around and she washed my back,
rinsing out the cloth and wetting it down, wringing out
the clear water to pour down my body.
I almost forgot that I was in the shower with a naked
woman, if you can believe that. I mean, it was just
really soothing, the water splashing over me, the rough
swish of the cloth on my skin. I got really relaxed and
I think my cock even started to soften a little.
But then I felt something else. It was Aunt Sandy's
erect nipples tickling my back, and then her warm body
pressed up against mine as her hands slid around my
waist. My hard-on sprang back to life.
"Oh, David, this is going to be a day I'll never
forget," she said, and she started to slide down. Her
hands brushed against the sides of my crotch as she went
all the way down and lathered up my legs from behind.
I knew I was never going to forget this, either. I
wasn't sure if maybe I should be doing something, or
saying something, but I didn't want to risk spoiling the
moment.
I shouldn't have worried; Aunt Sandy was in complete
control. When she finished with my legs she spun me
around, facing her. She stood up, her naked body just
inches from mine. I couldn't help staring, taking in all
that firm flesh. Was I really going to touch it? Was my
cock really going to be buried in her pussy?
She read my thoughts again. "It's real, David," she said
with a giggle. "Here, feel it." She took my hand in hers
and drew it up to her breast. I gasped when I felt it.
I'd never touched a breast before, at least not one that
wasn't covered up by a bra and a blouse. But this one
was right there, in the flesh. "Rub your fingers over
it," Aunt Sandy told me. "Gently. Now circle the nipple
with one finger. Mmmmmm. You can suck it if you like."
Of course I liked. I bent down and took the brown button
into my mouth. "Lick it," Aunt Sandy said, and I did.
"Yes, now nip at it, very gently -- ohhh, yes! Very
good, David!"
I moved from one breast to the other, sucking and
nibbling like they were ice cream cones. Aunt Sandy's
hands roamed over my body, occasionally brushing against
my stiff cock. Then she rubbed some more soap on her
hands and brought them down to my crotch.
The slippery feel of her hands encircling my shaft
almost made me shoot right then, but she squeezed down
and the urge went away. "You've got a very nice cock,
David," she said. "Nice and thick. I think it's going to
fill my cunt wall to wall, dear. Do you think you'd like
that? Would like to put that hard cock in your auntie's
hot pussy?"
Up until then I had never heard Aunt Sandy use language
like that, and I never would have believed she could.
But this wasn't the same Aunt Sandy I was used to. The
look in her eyes was like fire, like there was some
a****l inside her instead of a human being. Her hands
were sliding up and down my dick like wild, her breath
was coming in short gasps. With the water pouring down
over us I felt like I was in some crazy jungle movie --
you know, Me Tarzan, she Jane. I was developing an
unstoppable urge to drive my cock into my aunt's hot
body.
"Yes," I hissed out. "I want you. Oh, God, Aunt Sandy, I
want my cock in you!"
"Mmmm, that's a good boy. You're going to do everything
your aunt tells you, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes! Just let me get it in you!"
"Such an eager boy! I was going to suggest we dry off
and go to the bedroom, but I think we'd better start
right here, don't you? Now, lean back against the wall,
David. That's it, sit back against the shelf." As she
said that, she was still stroking my cock, getting it so
hard it stuck straight up.
Sitting down like that, I was just about level with her,
so she was able to just hop up onto my lap. My cock
prodded her flat stomach as she leaned forward and
pressed her lips to my neck and slid them up to my ear.
"This is going to be sooooo good," Aunt Sandy whispered.
"Your cock is going to fill me up. And I'm going to ride
it like a pony, David. You're going to be my stallion,
do you know that? You're going to slide that fat dick in
and out of your aunt's cunt so hard, it's going to drive
me crazy. "
Her talk was driving ME crazy, that was for sure. I was
already bucking up at her, scr****g the head of my cock
across her skin, desperate to get inside her.
She dug her heels into the sides of the shower stall and
raised her ass, putting her cunt directly over my cock.
When she eased down a little I could feel the slippery
pussy lips just touching the tip of my dick.
But even then she didn't take me in. Instead, she held
her cunt above me while she kissed her way from my ear
to my mouth.
I opened my lips to her and she stuck her tongue deep
inside, flicking out at mine. I kissed her back
hungrily, like I'd never get enough. Our mouths ground
together and grunts were choked out of our throats. I
forgot this was my aunt and just concentrated on having
a sexy older woman writhing naked on my body. It was
fantastic!
And then, at last, while our tongues were still
entwined, Aunt Sandy lowered her cunt and her slippery
pussy lips blossomed open under the pressure of my
aching cock. She took me in slowly, just a little bit at
a time, while I was lost in the incredible sensations.
Her hot, wet cunt was tight against my dick, hugging it
as it slid in deeper and deeper.
When I was in her to the hilt, Aunt Sandy broke our kiss
and leaned back.
"I knew it!" she said with a smile. "I knew you'd fill
me up. Can you feel it, David? Your cock is so big it's
filling up my pussy all the way. I can feel every inch
of you inside me, and it feels great." She leaned back a
little more and the shower stream hit her full in the
face. She spat out a mouthful of water and leaned toward
me again, laughing, her hair plastered down by the
water. She shook her head from side to side and the
water flew off, splashing into my face.
"Aunt Sandy!" I tried to look angry but I couldn't help
laughing myself. And whatever anger I had fell apart
when she began to move, pulling her tight cunt almost
all the way off my cock and then squatting down onto it
again.
Soon we were moving in synch, driving my cock again and
again into my aunt's eager pussy. Her tits jiggled as
she bounced up and down on me, bringing me closer and
closer to shooting. But each time I felt myself nearing
the edge she slowed down or even stopped, my cock buried
deep within her velvet folds.
"You're doing very well, David," Aunt Sandy said in
between kisses. "Mmmm, my pussy really likes your cock.
I think it wants to play with it all night. Is that OK
with you? Do you want to fuck your aunt all night?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I shouted, my words bouncing around the
stall. "I want to fuck you, Aunt Sandy, I do! I want to
bury my cock inside your cunt! Oh, God, it feels so
good!"
We kept up the rhythm for what seemed like hours, but I
guess it was only 10 or 15 minutes. Finally I couldn't
hold back any longer.
"Aunt Sandy! Aunt Sandy, I'm going to ... I can't ...
AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The cum boiled up inside me and shot
into her tunnel like a fire hose.
"Fill me up!" she shouted back at me. "Fill my pussy! I
want all your cum, David! Yesss!"
By the time I had recovered from that spasm, the water
from the shower was turning cold. We shut it off as fast
as we could and toweled each other off, shivering a
little until we'd gotten all dry and slipped into our
bathrobes.
Then Aunt Sandy led me to her bedroom and lit a bunch of
candles -- on the nightstand, the dresser, all over. The
light flickered and moved around, casting weird shadows.
She slipped off her robe and lay down on the bed on her
back while I stood at the foot. In the candlelight, she
looked even sexier than before. And now I could see her
cunt spread before me, and a heavy, musky odor came up
from it. I dropped my bathrobe to the floor.
"My pussy is still hungry," Aunt Sandy said, spreading
her legs even wider. "I think it still wants to play."
"I -- I don't think I can," I said. I still felt
completely drained by our fuck in the shower.
"There are other ways to play, not just with your cock,"
Aunt Sandy said. "Just watch me."
She put an index finger into her mouth. When she pulled
it out, I could see it glistening wetly. I kept my eyes
on that finger as she touched it to her nipples, slid it
down her breast and across her stomach.
Then she stroked the sides of her cunt, still slick from
our fuck, and tangled the finger in the hairs of her fur
patch. She raised her knees up and I could see her pussy
open up before me while she slid the finger closer,
closer, until it was at the very edge of her tunnel.
I looked up and Aunt Sandy was staring directly into my
eyes.
"Watch how I do this, David," she whispered, and I
looked back down at her cunt. She began to slide the
finger into her, rolling it around the edges of the
hole, then sinking it in deeper and deeper. Soon she was
bucking up at it. Her thumb spread apart the lips some
more and started twiddling a little button-shaped fold
of flesh -- her clit. She put a second finger inside her
and pushed them in and out, fucking herself faster and
faster.
Without thinking about it, I had crawled up onto the bed
and I was only a few inches from her hot pussy when she
called out.
"You do it, David! Put your finger in me! Fuck your
auntie's pussy now, please!"
My hand jerked up automatically and I slid a couple of
fingers inside her as Aunt Sandy slid hers out. I could
feel the ring of muscles at the entrance to her tunnel
grabbing greedily at me as I drove my fingers in and
out. The odor was almost overpowering, but it wasn't
bad; somehow, it made me even hornier.
"Now lick me, David," Aunt Sandy said.
I was shocked, I guess, but too horny to notice. It
seemed only natural to lower my head and slide my tongue
against her hot pussy, licking at the little clit
button. Pretty soon I was gobbling away, pushing my
tongue right into her cunt when my fingers slid out to
caress her thighs or grab at her ass. And Aunt Sandy was
humping back, mashing her pussy into my face.
"Yes, yes!" she was shouting, calling out my name over
and over again. Then her bucking got even wilder and I
could barely keep my tongue on her. Her thighs closed
around me so tight I almost couldn't breathe. "Oh, fuck,
yes!" Aunt Sandy screamed. "Yes, David, yes, I'm
cumming, I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggg!"
In a minute her bucking slowed down and I was able to
come up for air. I slid up on the bed to kiss her. When
I held her to me, I was surprised to feel my cock hard
again, pressing against her skin.
"Oh, David, someone else wants to play again," Aunt
Sandy said, teasing me. She wiggled her body against
mine. "Do you think we should?"
I didn't say anything. I just rolled over on top of her,
my cock already pressing at the entrance of her cunt.
When I slid it into her, my aunt lifted her legs high,
taking me even deeper than before. We started rutting
like a****ls, pounding away at each other without saying
a word, just grunting and groaning.
Aunt Sandy's body bounced and shook on the bed
underneath me as I drove my cock into that hot, wet cunt
over and over again. I wanted to split her wide open
with my pile-driver, and at the same time I wanted to
touch and lick every inch of her. Even though we were
fresh from the shower, our bodies were already getting
covered in sweat and my hands slipped all over my aunt,
exploring every silky nook.
Finally I rose up above her, my cock still impaled in
her slit, and Aunt Sandy brought her heels up and rested
them on my shoulders, opening herself all the way. A few
more minutes of frantic fucking and I came in a huge
burst, driving my cum into her while Aunt Sandy erupted
into her own orgasm, her arms slapping into the mattress
as the sensations ripped through her.
It was the greatest moment of my life and I didn't want
it to ever end, but my cock started to shrink and pretty
soon it slipped out of my aunt's pussy. I lay down next
to her, holding her close, nuzzling her smooth neck. "I
love you, Aunt Sandy," I whispered as I drifted off to
sleep.
***
I woke up the next morning still in her bed, having an
incredible dream. But when I opened my eyes I saw that
it wasn't a dream. Aunt Sandy, still naked, was kneeling
at my side. Her full lips were sliding up and down my
erect shaft, giving me an awesome blow-job.
When I shifted slightly, she pulled off me and looked
up. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her eyes
bright and twinkling. "I thought this would get a rise
out of you!"
I groaned at the joke, and then I groaned again as she
put her mouth back onto my cock, this time sliding all
the way down, pushing the head of my cock against the
back of her throat. The sight of her lips pressed around
the bottom of my dick was almost too much, and I came in
just a few minutes.
Aunt Sandy swallowed my full load and then licked my
cock clean like it was a lollipop.
"M-Mark and Willie will be home soon," I managed to
sputter out. "We'd better get dressed."
"Are you sure we don't have time for a little more fun?"
Aunt Sandy winked at me. "There are still a few tricks
we haven't tried. Well, it'll have to be next time, I
guess."
Next time! I can't find the right words to tell you how
I felt, looking at that perfect body, knowing that my
aunt would be with us all the time, eager to show me all
the ways of sex. I pulled her to me and kissed her
again, hard, holding her to me so that I wouldn't forget
the press of her tits, the curve of her waist, the
tickle of her pussy hairs.
From that day on, life around the house was never the
same. Aunt Sandy and I explored every kind of sexual
contact imaginable, in every room of the house. It
didn't take long before Mark and Willie joined in, too -
- but that's a whole other story.
Vicky
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