Chapter 848: KIK IT WITH AUNT JENN
My name is Wilson Keiling. I moved back to my parents' home in Reed City Michigan last year. To be more precise I moved into the rundown camper that they kept in the back yard. I was in my second year at Virginia Tech on a football scholarship when I cut from the team over a drunken prank. Long story short, I damaged a goal post and seriously injured our quarterback trying to tear up the field at UVA. I lost my license, my scholarship, and the respect of my hometown. I was fortunate to avoid any jail time, however, my father was no longer speaking to me and my mother gave up my old room. The room was now occupied by my thirty-six-year-old Aunt Jennifer or Jennie as my mom called her.
My Aunt was about twelve years younger than my mother, the child of my Grandfather's second marriage. My grandmother had passed away from some kind of cancer when my mom was about ten years old. Mom and Aunt Jenn had always been close, but even now, in her thirties, my mom still treats her like a child. It isn't anything mean-spirited and Jennie herself, doesn't seem to mind it, but it often made it difficult to take Aunt Jenn seriously at family gatherings.
She was short, standing at only 5'2" with thick curly black hair and brown eyes. My Aunt Jenn wasn't fat, rather, she was thick and curvy. She had a naturally chubby physique that still turned most heads. I would often catch my friends or even my dad staring lustfully at her 42DD breasts and beautifully round bottom. Here greatest features, however, were on her face. She had a natural sassy flair to her eyes and amazing full pouting lips that could make anything she said seem provocative to those who didn't know her. For as much as, I would hear of how hot she was growing up, to me she was simply my Aunt Jenn
My uncle Sheldon out of the blue one day decided that he was going to run away with some meth addicted cashier half his age. Before leaving, he sold his house and cleaned out their joint bank account in secret, leaving poor aunt Jenn with nothing but his debts. My parents were conservative Christians, so they couldn't turn me or Jenn away. To better illustrate just how badly I alienated my parents I should explain that I arrived home a week before Jenn revealed the depths of her financial woes. Still, I wasn't welcome in the house I was raised in. I was told that there was no space in their three-bedroom farmhouse and that if I needed a place then I could occupy the derelict camper that remained unused since I was twelve.
A week later to the day, my Aunt Jenn moved into my old bedroom. I didn't blame her for my situation. She needed support far more than I did. Where I did have some initial resentment towards my mom and dad, I was only really angry with myself. I knew how proud my working-class parents were of me, and I understood the shame that I brought down on them with my reckless juvenile actions. Nevertheless, the feeling of coming home to a cold family that once treated me like a precious gem was beyond painful.
I was swiftly able to find a job as a caustic operator at an aluminum extrusion factory just outside of town. The job was hard and the hours long, but the pay was good, and I was able to keep my nose clean. The hours were especially long in the summer and I was often working ten to twelve hours a day with only one weekend off a month. Because of this, I would usually get home from work between midnight and three in the morning. With my parents both fast asleep, I would usually hang out in the garage with Aunt Jenn. She was thirteen years my senior, yet always down to earth and still young enough to retain her sense of humor.
We would often stay up and shoot the breeze over a couple of cold beers. She would wait up for me knowing my dad didn't permit alcohol in the house, especially when it came to my drinking it. Like me she worked second shift in a factory, so we would usually just kill an hour or two talking about our jobs. It was nice to have someone to talk too, seeing as how my parents were still not on speaking terms. I knew that despite anything Aunt Jenn may have said, she was lonely and enjoyed speaking to someone who treated her as an equal, rather than a victim.
It was one night we were hanging out that she let it slip that she was actively looking for men. I made the suggestion that she get a Tinder account. After about ten minutes of explaining how dating via social media worked, she dismissed the idea as kinda creepy. I, on the other hand, started giving it some serious thought. As a college athlete, I had no trouble meeting women for either a relationship or a one-night affair. However, since I had come back home, I have had nothing but my right hand to satisfy my urges.
I had always viewed such apps as bull shit, at least for the male subscribers. I had learned at an early age that a girl could have sex anytime she wanted. The problem wasn't her ability to get laid, rather than finding a decent stable partner. Men on the other hand, if they lacked the instincts, looks, or courage than they would swiftly be passed by. I had believed that it was for such men, that these hookup apps were invented. Nonetheless, I downloaded an adult chat app that same night after I had gone to bed.
One app showed the most promise, but I wasn't about to spend money on the upgrades that seem to guarantee success. I still owed a considerable amount of money for court costs, fines, as well as the repairs to the property I damaged. It was waiting for responses that ultimately steered me towards the other. I joined under the screen name HokiePokey96 and swiftly joined every No Strings Attached group within fifty miles. It was for the most part, exactly as I had expected. All the guys were acting like rambunctious grade-schoolers, demanding sex, and filling the chat with dick pics.
The women were not much better. Just about every girl under thirty was flashing their tits, proclaiming how horny they were, how nasty they could be, and finally vanishing. I admit that I too was one of the many dudes begging for a private chat, well aware that the girl was nothing more than a tease. The older women, on the other hand, they seem to be no-nonsense. Just as inclined to show off their bodies, but like the men, they were after the real experience. From what I could gather, most of them were unsatisfied housewives seeking to fill a void in their lives, however, unwilling to abandon their responsibilities.
At first, I was quickly dismissed by this demographic, so I opted to watch the chats progress with minimal interaction. I may have been in college on a football scholarship, but I majored in behavioral psychology. I had always wanted to be a police detective and such degrees would have greatly expanded my chances of doing so. Within a week or so I began to recognize certain patterns. Even in a sex chat, there was an expectation of small talk, charm, humor, and romance. I discovered that these women weren't interested in jumping on the biggest cock that passed, rather they were all looking for the same guy. The perfect lover to in an uninhibited tryst.
For the first time in six months, I found myself studying my overpriced and probably now outdated textbooks. There were five cougars in the group, two of which were too old for me. One of the remaining three appeared to lack the courage to actually hook up with someone from the group. I could now concentrate my efforts on the final two. I created a false backstory based on the conversations they would have. I was now a recently divorced twenty-three-year-old who married too young. The story was that we couldn't keep our marriage going after the third year. I wanted to start a business and she wanted to party. After the divorce, I was broke and had to move in with the parents. I would spend all of my breaks, as well as the late hours after Aunt Jenn would turn in, living this second persona online. Finally, one Friday night I received the PM from the screen name SimplySasha84.
"Hey HokiePokey96, I'm new to this stuff. Age/Location, and what you are looking for?" Sasha wrote.
"23/Reed City/Sex. You?" I replied.
"36/F/RC SAME!" Sasha typed.
We then spent the next three hours exchanging messages, tit and dick pics, and fantasies. She didn't want to exchange numbers or face pics. She was worried that they would get out and people would find out what she was doing. Sasha wasn't looking for a relationship. All she was after was sex. She said that her husband never was interested in whether she came and that the craving had become insatiable. I had ejaculated three times in the conversation we had.
The following afternoon I was in the yard dressed for work and drinking a monster while I was waiting for my ride to pull up. Aunt Jenn was off due to some kind of maintenance on her line. She saw me and was smiling gleefully as she came up to me. She was planning on having my dad grill some chicken on Saturday and wanted to be sure I would be there.
I told her that I had to do a twelve-hour shift Friday night, but would be free all weekend. She had to work a double on Friday to compensate for her unexpected day off, and my parents were going out of town for a revival after Church on Sunday. The entire time we stood in the yard talking, my mind was wandering to thoughts of Sasha. I was hoping that this would be the weekend in which we both have our needs satisfied.
It was a typical Wednesday evening at work. I was sweating my tail off in a one-hundred and thirty-degree shop. It was my job to break down the used dies and soak them in acid until they were clean. It was the hardest job in the factory, but the macho jock in me loved it. It wasn't until I took my lunch break, that I noticed that I had a private KIK notification from Sasha. The message consisted of a pic of her large voluptuous breasts and five words that would ignite a fire in my loins.
"Need your dick! Free Friday?" Sasha wrote.
"Can't, probably working." I replied.
As I cycled through the many provocative images of Sasha's body, I couldn't help but hate myself for rejecting her invitation. I had become infatuated with a ghost. I knew every inch of her thick beautiful body down to the Tattoo of Marvin the Martian on the inside of her right thigh. However, without a single image of her face, even a partial one, I couldn't pick her out of a crowd. Nonetheless, I wanted her so badly that I could taste it.
"That's too bad. I will be able to slip out unnoticed Friday after midnight, but the rest of the weekend is family time. I am so wet for you. Please say yes." Sasha wrote, her words causing my cock to swell.
Without hesitation, I ran to the small air-conditioned office at the Factory's center. I asked my boss if I could work my normal eight hours on Friday as opposed to the twelve I was scheduled. At first, he was reluctant to permit my absence, but when I told him that I had a hot date he approved my request with a big grin on his face. I was told that I would have to take a point for attendance, although, with the right work habits I would have no problems. I was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning when I thanked him. It was with that same level of excitement that I sent my response to Sasha.
"I can meet Friday night after my shift. I can't host. Maybe split a room?" I wrote, almost shaking with anticipation.
"I can't host either...I am completely broke this week. No way you can get a room solo? I really need it bad." Sasha replied almost instantly.
I suddenly felt heartbroken. Just like Sasha, I too needed to unload. Unfortunately, I only had twenty dollars to my name. I knew that there was no way I could get away with bringing a girl to the camper. Even if I could, it would be an overwhelming turn-off for even the least picky of partners. Yet, if I were to cancel now, then I may never get a second chance.
"I'm tapped out, but open to suggestions. I want you so bad, I can almost taste it." I typed somberly.
"Almost? We meet and you can eat the whole thing. I got an idea, but you have to have an open mind." Sasha replied.
"I'm game. What are you thinking?" I asked.
"I know of a spot. It's on the hiking trail in the park, Under the bridge by the party store. At night it's almost pitch black and more importantly, deserted. We could meet there at around one in the morning. I hear that we should be getting a couple of nice boomers, so you should be able to really give it to me and no one would hear us. What do you think?" Sasha wrote, her words causing my heart to skip a beat.
Even with me trying to play it cool, I could not have agreed any faster. My lunch break ran ten minutes over as Sasha and I made the plans for our secret rendezvous. In just under twenty-four hours I would be balls deep in my sweet sultry Sasha. Although I was the stereotypical popular jock in high school, I had never had sex in a public place. An encounter like the one that Sasha and I had planned would be the most taboo thing I had ever done.
That night I was walking on clouds the entire way home. When I arrived at the house, my parents were already asleep. Aunt Jenn was waiting in the garage with a six-pack of beer. It had been the same since the first that first week after she moved in. I was excited to tell her about the plans I had made for the following night. However, she had a sorrowful expression on her face, that led me to keep my news to myself. Nonetheless, I was always happy to see her in any mood.
After a few minutes of shooting the breeze, I found out that she had been arguing with my parents. It seemed that my dad was especially apprehensive about the cookout that Aunt Jenn had planned. She did eventually get them to agree to eat with me and maybe even clear the air. However, all of the heated words exchanged had left her feeling stressed and fatigued.
I was fortunate to have someone like Aunt Jenn looking out for me. The time I spent working in the factory had given me some clarity. I could now see how hard my parents had been working so that I could have a better life. I didn't only squander my chances of succeeding in a top-rated school. I also wasted twenty plus years of back-breaking labor. I had been working these past six months to earn back their trust when I should have been trying to make something of myself and return their investment.
My Aunt Jenn could see that I learned from my mistake and was now trying to show my parents the same thing. It amazed me that Jenn had never had children of her own. She was filled with natural maternal instincts. It had been the general consensus that Uncle Sheldon never wanted to have kids. It was a shame considering her present situation.
I awoke Friday morning feeling more excited than I had in years. Aunt Jenn was already gone when I had left for work. I had wanted to thank her properly for all she had done. She had become the best friend I ever had. I had to find a way to show her how much I valued her but as far as today was concerned, Sasha was at the top of the list.
It was by far the longest eight hours of my life. However, I made it through my shift with enough time to spare for a shower and a change of clothes. I didn't like to use the showers at work. It was strangely different than the similar scenario of showering with the team after a game. No one was in decent shape and the eyes of my coworkers had a tendency to linger. Sasha, however, was worth the ten minutes of discomfort. I was doing well on time, leaving the shop at almost midnight.
The walk to our meeting place would only take twenty to thirty minutes. I could have run it in just over ten minutes, but I wanted to save my strength for my lady of the night. I had also forgotten to bring my deodorant with me to work and didn't want to stink of body odor when she arrived. However, I could hear the rumbling of distant thunder along with small droplets of rain. There was a storm brewing just as Sasha had predicted. I could only hope not to be caught up in it before I reached the bridge.
Just as Sasha had said, the trail was deserted with barely any light to find my way to the bridge. I was careful not to use the flashlight on my phone, for fear of being seen by a cop. I as I stepped under the bridge, I could see the silhouette of a short thick woman. I was hesitant to call out her name since we were just beneath Chestnut Street and the roar of the river would surely drown out any whispers. It appeared that just as I had spotted her, she too saw me.
Soon the short feminine shadow approached me. I didn't speak as she wrapped her slender arms around my waist, pressing her impressive bust against my diaphragm. She began placing soft wet kisses on my throat. I placed my hand on the back of her head just below her ponytail, tilting it back so that I could lean in for a kiss. I could feel her excitement as her tongue aggressively slathered over and around mine. I traced my other hand down her soft round hip, grabbing a firm handful of her ample ass.
"You're early." Sasha said with quiet desperation.
"I was so hard for you that I just couldn't wait." I replied as I pressed my concealed erection into her plush belly.
"How hard is it Baby? More than a mouthful, I hope." Sasha asked seductively.
"You're welcome to see for yourself." I said playfully.
Sasha was all business as she immediately released her embrace and slowly descended to her knees. I was surprised at how strong she was for her size. She seemed to swing my entire body back and forth as she was wrestling with my belt. Within seconds Sasha had my hard cock free and buried all the way to the hilt in her hot salivating mouth. This was a new experience for me to have been blessed with an eight-inch dick. No other girl who had gone down on me was able to get all of it in. Most would choke and gag trying. Yet, she was able to get the entire length of my rock-hard dick into her mouth and throat with no problem.
With the feeling of Sasha's moist mouth and tongue quickly sliding forward and backward on my pole I know that I could never again trust my dick to a younger mouth. Her fingers were digging into my ass cheeks as she was pulling me in deeper. My stomach muscles were getting tighter and I could feel the suspenseful building of my oncoming orgasm. I told Sasha that I was getting close, but she didn't let up. In fact, my warning only caused her to suck harder and faster.
I could feel it as each of three potent bursts of semen surged through my cock into her waiting mouth. She was still sucking my cock with tenacity moments after she swallowed my entire load with a single gulp. I pried her hands from my exposed ass and pulled her to her feet by her nimble wrists. Again, I leaned into Sasha and kissed her forcefully. Even though I could taste my seed in her drooling mouth, I still hungrily shove my tongue in her mouth.
Her hands were rustling around trying to open her zipper on what I could surmise to be a hoodie. As I heard the zipper sliding down I moved my hands to her lavish breast only to find that they were now bare. We were still locked in a passionate kiss while I was squeezing and fondling Sasha's massive buxom tits. Due to the pants that were now snuggly around my ankles, I almost fell over when Sasha pushed me away.
"I want you to use your mouth on me. It's been so long since I felt a man's tongue in my kitty." Sasha said panting.
Entranced by her yearning and her lust, I gradually knelt before her. She then turned around and placed her small hands on the cold cement wall leaving her round ass only inches from my face. The rumble of thunder was drawing closer and the rain began to come down in a furious torrent as I was clumsily feeling around in the darkness. Upon finding the waistband of her velvety sweatpants I realized that she was far better dressed for the occasion than I was.With her legs spread, I was only able to pull her pants down to her knees. I then boldly dove into her wet sticky mound. The tip of my nose was nestled in the crack of her fantastic ass and the thick hairs of her bush were tickling my chin, as I greedily lapping at her swollen labia. I was intoxicated by the musk aroma of her wet pussy. In my excitement, I began licking deeper, fucking her hungry cunt with my tongue. I could feel her body shaking while I was sliding my middle and ring fingers in and out of her slick hole. At the same time, her hand was above mine vigorously teasing her clitoris.
"Oh...Oh, fuck!" She shouted while my fingers were whipping around in her warm moist pocket.
Her naughty juices were sweet ambrosia on my tongue. I then felt her tiny thin fingers grasp a clump of my hair as she began to grind my face in her drenched pussy. Before I knew it, I had three fingers within her soaking wet folds. I was viciously fucking her snatch while simultaneously licking up the flood of her bodily fluids.
Suddenly, Sasha's inner walls clamped around my fingers. Her thighs were squeezing my hand in a muscular vice so tight that it felt as if my bones were breaking. Her whole body rocked with a series of intense convulsions. My trapped hand was then saturated with a splashing downpour of her substantial climax. I was able to free myself from her thigh's grip, pulling out in-between convulsions. Even with the overwhelming darkness, I could see the orgasmic spasms shooting throughout her short frame.
Both my fingers and my swollen cock were throbbing as blindly staggered to my feet. It looked as if her knees were buckling as she was struggling to stand. I couldn't help but feel like a stud after granting her an orgasm of that magnitude. Without saying a word, I placed my hands on her hips, raising her ass back within my reach.
I took a firm hold on the base of my shaft, guiding my head of my cock along her slick labia. My motive was to gently penetrate her, but she shoved her plump rear end into me forcing my entry. She was tighter than I had expected from a woman her age. The sensations I felt as the soft moist flesh of Sasha's vaginal walls had driven me to start plunging in her with a furious hunger. I was throwing my hips into her with all I had. Meanwhile, I was hanging on to her buns for dear life with every thrust of my dick in her wet pussy.
Even with the explosive thunderstorm overhead, I could still clearly hear Sasha's grunts and moans echoing off the walls of our man-made cave. It was then that I saw something in a flash of lightning that made me stop. I don't know what it was that I had seen. The flash was there and gone so fast that all I could remember was the light coming off her shoulder as she looked back at me. I didn't have a good mental image of her face, but something struck me as familiar. So much so that it could cause me to stop in the middle of the best sex I had ever had.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop? I am so close." Sasha whimpered as she was grinding her ass in my groin.
"I don't know. I guess the lightning surprised me or something." I replied as I slowly resumed sliding my cock in and out of her wet hole.
"I have an idea. How about I lay down, and you give it to me with that fat cock of yours?" Sasha suggested with a sultry tone as she pulled her body free from mine.
I offered no reply to Sasha. It would have made no difference either way if I had. She wasn't asking for my opinion or permission. No, she was telling me what was going to happen. I pried my left foot from its shoe in an effort to free my leg from the pants that were binding my ankles. By the time I could move unimpeded, Sasha was already lying on her back with her girthy legs spread for me. Amidst the shadows I could see that she was playing with her pussy, keeping it primed for me.
Wasting no more time, I got down positioning myself over her eager body. Yet again, Sasha would deny me the ability to burrow my rod in her at my own pace. Instead, she grabbed ahold of my meaty shaft with a vice-like grip, impaling her greedy slick mound. I immediately began pumping my cock in and out her pussy. Slow and steadily at first, but as I felt my stiff dick being enswathed by her moist heat, the faster and deeper I would thrust. I buried my tongue in her open mouth to muffle her profane screams of ecstasy.
Still entwined in our kiss, released a painful grunt with the sensation of her sharp talon-like nails we're scraping down my back. Her formidable broad legs we're wrapped snuggly around me, constricting my waist as if it were trying to escape. My bare knees were beginning to feel raw from scraping against the concrete floor. Her sloppy wet snatch was splashing into my shaved groin with each powerful pump of my rod. I could tell that she already came multiple times from the way she would tense mid-push. Yet, in her own lustful hunger, she broke rhythm.
I too could sense my own orgasm approaching. The building fiction from her vaginal walls gliding along the length of my shaft we're now sending explosive surges of pleasure throughout my body. All the muscles in my groin were locking up with the pressure welling up in my loins.
"Let me go, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned as I rapidly buried my cock deep into her wet slippery mound.
"Fuck that! Give me your load, Baby." Sasha purred squeezing tighter. "It's ok, I can't get pregnant, so send my slutty twat home with a cream-pie." She added, which taunting tone.
The head of my dick seemed to explode when I fired what seemed to be an endless stream of semen directly into her womb. My eardrums nearly burst with Sasha's deafening screams as three more equally potent ropes of cum invaded her drenched cunt. I nearly passed out as I lay slumped over Sasha. The two of us were panting in sheer orgasmic bliss. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could stay there forever. It felt as if our sweat glazed bodies had melted together into a single of flesh and desire.
"Come on Baby, we got to go. You don't want to fall asleep only for some jogger to find you bare-assed." Sasha as she was slipping out from beneath me.
I was then fumbling around in the dark searching for my pants when I realized that I was alone. Just as quickly as she appeared, Sasha was gone. Following her lead, I quickly got dressed and ran out into the storm. I was fortunate enough to catch a ride home with a random passer-by. It was nearly a quarter to three by the time I got home.
I was surprised to see that the lights in the garage were on. It was my understanding that Aunt Jenn was working a double and wouldn't be home until nearly seven in the morning. Nevertheless, she was sitting on my Dad's workbench playfully swinging her feet. It looked like she had just come from the shower. Her long curly black hair was wrapped in a lavender bath towel. She was wearing a long black and red basketball shorts, a white tank top, and blue crocs. No sooner than she noticed me, I was greeted with a smile.
"Hey, Will. How was work?" Aunt Jenn asked as she tossed me an ice-cold Heineken.
As I used the bottle opener on my keychain, I could see the radiant smile on Aunt Jenn's face. She was practically glowing. I was happy to see her in such a wonderful mood. Although she was always friendly, I often got the sense that she was using kindness to mask her own sorrow. I was kind of glad to have been caught in the rain. I would hate for my Aunt to smell some random girls sex on me.
"I had a good night. How about you? I thought you were going to be out late." I replied as I sat on the corner stool.
"The storm knocked out the power, so we did 5S for about an hour before they just gave us the rest of the weekend. They did ask for volunteers to work tomorrow but fuck that. I have some good news and some bad news for you." Jenn said with a smile even as she took a swig from her beer.
"What's that, Aunt Jenn?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"The bad news is that your parents won't be here tomorrow. They will be gone all weekend. Your mom won a free weekend at a bed and breakfast from some kind of raffle at her job." Jenn said somberly.
"Oh, geez, that sucks. I am sorry Aunt Jenn. I know that you were trying to patch things up with my folks. You said there was good news?" I replied.
"Your dad left you this." Aunt Jenn said with a sly grin as she handed me a folded sheet of paper.
I stood up and crossed the garage taking the note from her hand. She sat poised with silent excitement as I unfolded the paper and started reading.
"Wilson,
I have recently had the chance to speak with your Aunt Jennifer. After this, I spent the past two days praying on what to do about you. It occurred to me that I was prone to my fair share of youthful indiscretions when I was your age. I will not mislead you by saying that I am not upset about the lost opportunities that were a result of your actions. Nevertheless, I was reminded of how hard you have been working, as well as, how remorseful you are. If God can forgive you after you've repented, then it stands to reason that I should as well. I apologize for how very cold I have been to you, My Prodigal Son. While you were at work, I took the liberty to prepare the guest room for you and left a case of beer in the fridge for you. I ask that you accept this peace offering responsibly. I love you son and we can sit down and talk properly on Monday.
-Mom and Dad."
I would be a liar if I said that the words my father wrote weren't enough to bring a tear to my eye. It was a tremendous weight off my shoulders. I know that if it hadn't been for my Aunt Jenn, then none of this would have been possible. It was now absolutely certain that I had to do something for her. I lacked the funds for a decent gift. I couldn't even afford to take her to a restaurant that didn't have a drive-thru.
"Thanks, Aunt Jennifer! I owe you big time." I said with overwhelming excitement.
"Oh trust me, Will, we're even. I gotta turn in. But we have the entire weekend to ourselves, so I will see you in the morning." Aunt Jenn said as she dropped from the workbench.
She then gave me a big hug before heading to the house. I did well to hide my pain from the fresh scratches on my back during her embrace. I was glad to see her going to bed happy. It was the ideal end for the perfect night. I didn't lay down for another hour. I had to move my things from the RV to what would be my new room, just opposite of Jenn's.
I was only in bed for a matter of minutes when I heard the notification on my phone. I could feel the bulge in my boxers beginning to form when I saw that it was KIK notification. Sure enough, it was from Sasha. I was hoping that she was up for a second round. It would be especially awesome since my folks were gone all weekend. I had no idea just how right I was.
"You almost got me caught." Sasha wrote.
"Oh man, how?" I queried.
"Well, you left a little sauce on my cheek and chin. I could send you a pic if you'd like Wilson." Sasha replied.
"How do you know my name?" I asked nervously.
It was then that I got the pic. It sent my heart into overdrive and left me in a cold sweat. It was a selfie taken in the driver seat of her car. Her long dark curly hair was tied in a bun. And to my horror, there was a thick glob of cum smeared down my Aunt Jenn's cheek and chin.
At that moment I felt the gravity of what I had done. I had hooked up with my mother's sister and even gone as far as to blow my load inside her. I could simultaneously remember every instance of me masturbating to her pics and our conversations. I was overwhelmed by the fear of what my parents would say if they found out. What would Jenn say if she knew?
I then remembered that she had called me by name in her message. I nearly dropped the phone when I realized that my sweet Aunt Jenn may have known who I was when she went to meet me under the bridge. It was possible that she intentionally decided to meet and fuck her nephew. I was disturbed by what I had done and worse yet, by how much I was aroused by it.
"Are you upset?" Jenn wrote.
"Honestly...no. It was the hottest sex I have ever had. I'm sorry. I kinda feel like a creep." I typed uncertain of what I should say.
"Me too. But I admit that I also really liked it. Please don't hate me." Jenn added.
"I could never hate you, Aunt Jenn. So, what do we do now?" I asked almost choking on the lump in my throat.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I sprang out of bed filled with a strange combination of excitement and dread. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like a grenade had gone off in my chest. I could feel all the blood rushing to my cock making it hard as a rock. I could feel my pulse surging throughout my whole body as I reached for the doorknob.
The door slowly swung open allowing the light from the hallway to flood into the room. Aunt Jenn was standing in the doorway with two beers in her left hand and a bottle of KY in her right. She was wearing a black lace push-up bra with thin spaghetti straps that wrapped over the top of her massive plump breasts. She also had a matching thong with additional straps that were draped over the top of her hips. She had, since going to bed, dried her hair, and put on black eyeliner with glossy ruby-red lipstick.
She didn't utter a word as she passed through the door, taking a seat at the edge of my bed. She motioned with a nod for me to come to take a seat beside her. My whole body felt cold and hot at the same time as I took my seat next to my Aunt Jenn. She placed her hand, still cold from the beers on my exposed thigh causing me to flinch. Her darkly outlined eyes widened, and her seductive crimson lips formed a cheeky smirk.
I could see clear as day that she wanted the same thing as I did, yet I found myself unable to proceed. Even though we had just had sex only a few hours earlier, I was suddenly uncomfortable with the idea of kissing her. I wanted to ravish her, to take her and use her every hole for my enjoyment. However, it was like I was tied down by my own invisible psychological restraints.
"You nervous Baby?" Aunt Jenn asked while bringing her hand higher on my thigh.
"Yes." I whispered. "Did you...um, did you know it was me when we were together?" I asked, anxiously.
I then heard the loud pop and tink sounds as Aunt Jenn removed the cap from a beer before handing it to me. I could feel all the hairs on the back of my neck standing on in when she whispered in my ear for me to relax. I slowly brought the cold perspiring bottle to my lips but stopped when I felt a sharp sudden tug on either side of my boxers. I instinctively glanced down to Jenn who was hungrily tracing the tip of her tongue across the front of her pearly white teeth as the shaft of my cock leaped free from the waistband of my shorts.
"I knew who you were when you sent me that first pic of your monster cock." Aunt Jenn said with her soft fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking it gently, before continuing. "There were stickers on the windows in the background. Your mom and I put those up when we were kids and it was my dad's RV. I sucked my first dick in that RV, had my first anal experience, lost my virginity right where you were laying. It was on that bed that you were conceived during a road trip to see Aerosmith. I almost came down to fuck you that first night, but your parents were still up arguing about bringing you in." She finished.
I had no time to be shocked by her words, because no sooner did she finish speaking, her tongue began circling the tip of my rod. She had the look of a predator in her fierce brown eyes as they were staring deeply into mine. While she was teasing the head of my cock with her tongue, she had both of her silky-smooth hands coiling up and down my shaft. The light from my open door was causing the pre-cum on my tip to glisten like a diamond in the night. She moaned deeply as her supple lips inhaled half of my cock.
I was captivated by the vision of Aunt Jenn's thong as it disappeared in between her beautiful round cheeks every time her head rose and descended in my lap. Her mouth was heaven, but the longer I spent looking, the more I realized that I wanted her ass. I had never had anal sex before. It was something that few girls my age we're open to, and a possibility that Sasha or I should say Aunt Jenn had teased at. I was hoping that she would pick up on my interest as I began to caress her firm buns.
"Hmmm, naughty boy. Going right for it aren't ya? Be a good boy and tell you, Aunt Jenni, what you want." Aunt Jenn huffed between breaths before taking my cock back in her mouth.
"I want it. I want your ass." I moaned.
Aunt Jenn then pulled my cock from her mouth and sat up. Her eyes were glazed over and her lips were curled in a wicked smirk. Even though she had ended her oral worship of my rigid dick, here hands we're still feverishly pumping my shaft. As I looked beyond my own pleasure into her smokey eyes, I could see that she was enjoying herself just as much as I was.
"Say please." She taunted as she was vigorously pumping my shaft.
"What?" I whimpered in reply.
"I said, say please. Please, Aunt Jenni, let me fill your slutty little ass hole with my cock. Pretty please, won't you let your darling nephew bust his nut in your ass. Please." She snickered as I was nearly blind from the pleasure she was giving me.
"Please Aunt Jenn, I'm begging you. Let me put it in your ass. I will do anything." I moaned desperately.
"Anything? Well, if I give you my ass then you have to take good care of it and that meaty cock of yours, it belongs to me. I will use it whenever and wherever I want. You understand me?" Aunt Jenn replied, pumping harder and harder as she spoke.
"Deal! I will belong to you." I gasped as she suddenly stopped and released her hold on my pole.
"And I am your personal cock-sleeve, Baby." Aunt Jenn said as she returned to her feet.
I was in awe as she undid the clasps on her bra allowing it to drift gracefully to the floor. Her large voluptuous tits seem to shine brighter than any of the light in the room. Seeing the dumbfounded look on my face, she gave me a coy little smile. She then began slowly sliding down her lace panties. It was obvious that she was making a show of it, and in spite of the fact that it was my sweet Aunt Jenn putting on the show, I had never been more aroused.
I quickly chugged down the rest of my beer, doing everything I could to suppress my excitement. While I was trying my best to regain my expended stamina, Aunt Jenn had already retrieved her bottle of lube from her spot next to me and was applying it to her dirty little star. She was all businesses as she gave me a gentle push back and began coating my shaft with the excess lube from her hand before straddling my waist.
"This is a delicate area, so don't push until I say. Understand?" Aunt Jenn said as she carefully lined the tip of my cock up with her thoroughly lubricated anus.
I offered a nod to let her know that I understood. She let out a soft grunt the moment I breached her anus entering her tight back door. Gradually, she lowered herself more and more on my stiff cock. I held my breath the entire time my rod was sliding through her clench rectum. I knew that I was balls deep in the ass of the same woman who used to watch Power Rangers with me as a boy when her form round cheeks we're nestled in my lap.
"Jesus, fuck, you are big!" She growled while she slowly started sliding up and down the length of my cock.
She was soon bouncing faster and deeper with each passing moment. I could feel it as her body was beginning to relax contouring to my penetration. She placed both of her small hands on my chest as she was now fucking me with much more enthusiasm. I too began raising and lowering my hips in tandem with the rhythm of her bouncing buns. I took hold of her plump inviting cheeks, squeezing them tightly as I guided her rhythm.
"Umm, yes. Give it to me baby! Give Aunt Jenn that big dick." She moaned.
Jenn soon started gyrating her hips as she rode me with increasing aggression. She was forcefully grinding her ass into my loins with each powerful collision of our bodies. Her massive tits were swinging back and forth like wrecking balls as her body was rocking on top of mine. Once again, I could feel the pressure building with every second I was pumping my dick in and out of her wonderful ass. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would fill her tight ass hole with my warm seed.
"Go ahead, Wilson. Be a good Nephew and give your poor cock-slut Aunt Jennifer all of that cum. We can't go to bed until your big balls are completely empty." She said as the lewd clapping sound of her oiled ass striking me filled the house.
We both screamed in pleasure as I came deep within her. The two potent bursts of cum shooting into her ass felt as if my very soul was caught in the vacuum of her black hole. Completely winded, she flopped over on top of me nearly taking my cock with her. I looked down at her face and sweat covered forehead, only to see that she was looking back at me with a childish grin. I folded my arm around her, taking her in a contented lover's embrace.
"Best night ever Aunt Jenn." I said with a goofy smile on my face.
"Weekend, Wilson. We have all weekend." She replied, letting me know she was far from done.
The End
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