Capítulo 67: Adam has Lost the Use of His Hands Ch. 02
Aunty June had said it was a two hour drive to her house, and it was, almost to the minute. That didn't surprise me, she was always very precise about everything she said and did. She was the sort of person you might respect, but you would probably not like.
During the journey there was very little conversation. I did try, but when she said "I need to concentrate on the driving," I realised she wasn't interested in talking. One thing she did say when we had been in the car for about an hour was, "If you want the toilet you will have to wait, I am not stopping for you." Fortunately I could wait, but I did wonder what she would have done if I had needed to go before we got to her place.
"This is your room, please keep it tidy."
I was tempted to wave my bandaged hands at her, but I had the good sense not to.
"I suppose you need the toilet?"
"Yes." I could wait a bit longer but best to get it over and done with.
"Your Mother tells me that she unzips you, and then you do it standing up. I want you to sit down."
She didn't say it, but the implication was that Mother had been doing it wrong.
With very little fuss my trousers and underwear were soon around my ankles and I was sitting on the toilet. She must have seen my cock, but there was no reaction from her. She gave the impression that this was a distasteful job that needed to be done as quickly as possible. When I had finished she pulled my underwear and trousers up, a bit too quick for my liking, fortunately nothing got trapped.
It was another three hours before I needed to go again, as before she had me on the toilet in record time. When I had finished I stood up and then waited for her to pull everything up, but she didn't move.
"Last time there were a few drops on the floor, I need to shake it before I dress you."
As she held my cock I closed my eyes, I was expecting here to be rough, however she was surprisingly gentle, even tender. When I opened my eyes I could see the concentration on her face, but what I noticed most was that her tongue was partially out, moving against her lips. If I didn't know better I would have said she was enjoying it.
She had said shake it, but what she was doing felt more like an examination. It ended with her squeezing it tight, then after a few seconds releasing it.
"All done."
This time she was careful with my underwear, making sure that it wasn't too tight on me, at one point she even cradled my balls while she adjusted it. When my trousers were back up she gave me a smile.
"Thanks Aunty."
"Your Mother said that this would be awkward at first but that I would get used to it. I think she was right on both counts."
I just nodded, happy that there was now a bit of warmth between us. I was just about to leave when she spoke again.
"And next time it might be quicker if I just unzip you," there was a brief hesitation before she added "And then hold it."
An hour later I got a call from mother, she was just seeing that everything was OK. Aunty was upstairs, I asked Mother if she wanted to speak to her but I got a quick no. When the call ended I decided not to mention it to her. I might be being unkind but it wouldn't surprise me that if she found out that Mother had been speaking to me she would see it as her sister checking up on her, and she might even be annoyed by it. I wondered if Mother was thinking the same thing. She had said that she was busy at work and might find it difficult to find the time to call me again, but that sounded like an excuse. It might be better for me if I also didn't ring her.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching television and reading, but I also spent a lot of time thinking about Aunty. I didn't know what to make of what had happened earlier. When Mother had first seen and handled my cock it was obvious she was excited by it. However understanding Aunty June was more difficult, and what about her saying that next time she would just unzip me? Was she just being practical or was it an excuse so that she would get to hold my cock for longer?
I also remembered something my friend David had said some time ago about his Aunty Anne. I have met her a few times and she is very much like Aunty June, except worse. He always refers to her as "That stuck up bitch." However one day, without any preamble, he said to me "I would love to fuck that bitch." I had no idea who he was talking about, when he told me it was his Aunty Anne it surprised and shocked me, I asked him why?
"Can you just imagine getting her on her back, then holding her legs open as wide as possible and sticking your cock deep up her cunt? You fuck her hard and she begs for more."
He was obviously excited by the idea, and I went along with his fantasy by agreeing with him that indeed it would be awesome, but I wasn't convinced. I thought of Aunty June and I imagined doing the same to her, it just left me cold. However I was now starting to see the appeal of doing it. I had seen the flicker of emotion in her and perhaps, under that stern exterior, there was a passionate woman that actually liked to be fucked.
Aunty and Mother are very much alike in appearance, maybe they are also alike in bed as well? Mother is the elder by five years, fucking Aunty would be like fucking a younger version of her. I smiled, that would be something I would definitely enjoy.
However the next time she had hold of my cock it was with a light touch, just enough to do the job. She had unzipped me, as she had said she would do, but there was not even a hint of anything inappropriate.
I went to bed early, just after nine. I wasn't that tired but it felt awkward watching television with her, I got the feeling she wished I wasn't there. I read for about an hour then I drifted off to sleep.
Aunty woke me at eight, I was still sleepy and it took me a few seconds to realise what was going on.
"You can't stay in bed all day, I have jobs to do."
I rubbed my eyes, "I am still tired."
"You are not at home now."
It was clear from her tone what she meant, 'Your Mother spoils you and gives you everything you want, but this is my house, my rules'.
As she dressed me I gave her a weak smile, it's all I could manage. Mother would never wake me, but I wasn't going to say that, it would only strengthen her opinion of me that I was a spoilt child.
Breakfast was good, and when I complemented her on it she seemed to be genuinely pleased. Lunch was a quick snack but the evening meal was almost a feast. I need to be careful, if this is her standard of cooking then it would be easy to add a few pounds even though I was only staying with her for two weeks.
"That was wonderful."
I meant it, and I could see from her face that she was pleased with herself.
"You go and watch television while I tidy up."
Half an hour later I heard her shout from the kitchen, "Adam, you need a bath before bedtime."
I shouted back, "OK, ready when you are."
I smiled, it was a pleasant surprise, I hadn't expected that.
The bathroom was a lot bigger than at home, and the bath looked as if it could easily accommodate two people. Did she share it with Uncle Bill? I was tempted to suggest that she should get in with me, just to make it easier when she washed me, but that was not very subtle. It would just sound as if I wanted to get her into the bath for another reason, which was true.
Thinking about Uncle Bill had made me realise that I had never asked about him.
"How is Uncle?"
"OK. He used to call me every day, but now when he is away it's every few days."
"Is he in Malaysia?"
"No, Singapore."
I could tell she was missing him, I just hoped that talking about him hadn't put her in a bad mood.
When the bath was ready Aunty undressed me, quickly and efficiently, then she covered my hands in plastic bags.
She must have seen me looking at them, "Yes, I got them from my sister."
"They do the job but they look really silly."
She just ignored me, I don't think it mattered to her what they looked like so long as they worked.
I turned to step into the bath but Aunty put a hand on my shoulder.
"Use the toilet first."
As I stood near it ready to start she put her hand down and held my cock, then she pointed it to the middle of the bowl.
"I don't want you missing and wetting the floor."
She was holding it firmly, with all her fingers wrapped around it. If she had wanted to she could have made me sit down, but instead she had opted to hold my cock, it was a good sign. I liked the feel of her hand and I wanted it there for as long as possible, so I waited. It was probably at least a minute before I started, but she didn't complain or try to hurry me up.
When I had finished she shook it as before, but this time there was more squeezing. It felt good and my cock started to thicken in her hand. She must have noticed but she didn't immediately let go. I might have imagined it but I thought I heard a low sigh from her, then she released me.
The water was nice and hot, and deep. Aunty had added something to it, there was a strong smell of lavender and a thick layer of foam. She didn't bother washing me with a cloth, she just used her hands. When she had washed my legs and feet I thought we were done. I waited, expecting her to help me out.
"Did you know that before I was married I was a nurse?"
I didn't know, and why was she was telling me this now?
"I understand the need for personal hygiene. You have to keep yourself clean."
I nodded, but I had no idea what she was talking about.
"I bet your Mother didn't wash you there. It may be embarrassing for you but it needs to be done."
I now understood, Mother had done that, and lots more, but I wasn't going to tell Aunty that.
She then looked at me before saying, "Did she?"
I shook my head, and then I gave what I hoped was a convincing "No."
She smiled, pleased that she had been correct.
Aunty was now kneeling down, washing my cock and balls. Everything was hidden from view under the deep foamy water. It only took a few seconds to clean me, but surprisingly she didn't stop. As she continued touching me the inevitable happened, my cock started to grow, eventually reaching its full nine inches.
She was now stroking it with an expert hand. I looked up at her and was surprised to see her eyes closed. I noticed her cheeks were red and there were also red blotches around her neck, she was obviously excited. She was very good, a lot better than I would ever have imagined. I was building up to a very nice climax, and she was skilled enough to delay it for as long as possible.
When I looked at her again her eyes were now open, when she nodded her head slightly I closed my eyes. I knew she was telling me that she was going to finish me off.
I tried not to make a sound, but I wasn't sure I succeeded, it had been a big climax that was difficult to control. When I eventually opened my eyes Aunty looked as if she was back to her normal self, looking stern.
"Finished, you are now nice and clean."
No mention of what had just happened. It had all taken place under water hidden by the foam. She could pretend nothing had happened, and I was happy to go along with it. There was no way I was going to say anything that would spoil it, I wanted more and I got the feeling that I would get more, much more. I just needed to be patient.
I had expected the next day to be different, that she would be kinder to me, but I was wrong. If anything she was even harsher than normal. I got told off a couple of times for minor things, but I just took it on the chin. I couldn't really understand why she was being like this, but I instinctively knew that confronting her about it was not going to make it better.
I must say though that despite her attitude towards me the food she prepared was still excellent. However this time when I told her how good it was there was only a flicker of a smile.
That night in bed I tried to work it out. I could understand her pretending that nothing had happened between us, she might even have convinced herself that it was just an act of kindness on her part towards me. The problem might be that she was now feeling guilty, not because she had done it, but because she had enjoyed it. I didn't really know, I was just guessing. However what I did know was that for some strange reason it made me want her more.
This time when Aunty came into my bedroom I was already awake, she seemed disappointed that she wasn't going to have the pleasure of waking me up. I gave her my best smile but I got no reaction. As the day went on though her mood improved, by mid-day she was almost sociable.
"That was good, is there any more?"
"I was going to freeze it."
I thought that was a no, but she surprised me by getting some more from the pan. I managed a quick thanks before she started to feed me.
"Tonight, after we have eaten, you are having a bath."
She had taken me by surprise, but I somehow managed to hide my excitement. In as casual a voice as I could manage I said "Thanks, that will be nice."
I kept a straight face until I was alone, then a huge grin appeared. It wasn't a certainty but I got the feeling that bath time would end the same way as last time. I couldn't wait.
"It's just something simple, I didn't have time to make anything special."
After the first two mouthfuls I realised she was selling herself short.
"It's delicious, what did you put in it?"
"My secret ingredient," there was pride in her voice.
I waited for her to say more but instead she just gave me a big grin.
"Come on, what is it?"
"It's a secret, if I tell you I will have to kill you."
We both laughed, then I had a sudden thought. It might actually be the first time I had ever heard her say anything funny. She then continued to feed me, but this time more slowly, it was if she wanted to prolong the experience.
"Last mouthful."
I opened wide to take it, I just wished there was more.
"It will not take me long to tidy up, so bath time in twenty minutes."
I just nodded, I could watch a bit of television while I waited. When I left the kitchen I could hear her humming a song, she was obviously now in a good mood.
This time the bath water wasn't as deep as before, and there was very little foam. When I got in it only just covered me. I wondered if she was going to add some more water, but she didn't, instead she started to wash me.
"Close your eyes, I am going to do your hair."
This is the part I hate, and I was glad when it was done. All that was now left to do was for her to wash between my legs. However she seemed hesitant to start, as if she was trying to decide if she should or not. As she stared at my crotch my cock started to grow, it was soon above the water line, standing proud. I watched her open her mouth, but she didn't speak, she seemed to be mesmerised by it. My cock was throbbing in anticipation of what was to come, I was desperate for her to touch it.
I said in a low voice, so I wouldn't startle her, "Please will you wash me."
I wasn't sure if she had heard me, but then her hand started to move towards my cock, I moaned when she grasped it. At first it was an examination, she was feeling the full length of it, then she started to play with it. The first time she had done this it was good, but this time it was even better. She had the skill of keeping me excited, but not rushing it so that I would come too quickly.
Last time her eyes had been closed while she masturbated me, but now her eyes were open, wide open. I was fascinated with the expression on her face, a mixture of concentration and pure animal lust. I had now lasted longer than before, but she seemed happy to continue without making me come.
Suddenly she slowed down, and for a second I thought she was going to stop. However she didn't, then she started to move her body slightly and her other hand disappeared down the outside of the bath. There was more movement from her, then I heard a noise that made me smile, the sound of the elastic in her knickers as she was pushing her fingers in so that she could get to her cunt.
She was now working my cock as before. From the look on her face she had her fingers where she wanted them, on her clit. I looked at my bandaged hands, it should be my fingers there instead.
When she closed her eyes I knew she was close to coming, and when she started stroking me faster I knew I was going to join her. I reached it first, as I shot all my stuff into the air she climaxed as well. I watched her face contort and her body writhe, at one point I thought she was going to collapse against the side of the bath. When she opened her eyes I could see she was struggling to compose herself. She hadn't realised yet that I had splattered her chin and mouth, and that I had stained her dress.
As she helped me out of the bath I took the opportunity of quickly sniffing her hand, I don't think she noticed. It smelt of cunt, a strong smell that you only get when a cunt is nice and wet.
Suddenly she said, "I need to wash my hands," she must have noticed what I had put on her.
She quickly went to the sink, even though she had her back towards me I could tell it wasn't just her hands she was washing. Did she just taste it? I couldn't be certain but it did look as if she had.
"That was very good, where did you learn that?"
When she turned around there was a shocked look on her face, I quickly added "The evening meal you made."
Her face relaxed and she smiled, however I could see that she knew exactly what I was talking about.
"Just practice. When you like doing something you generally get very good at it. I like doing it, I like doing it a lot."
I wasn't sure if I should leave it at that, but I couldn't resist saying more, "Does Uncle Bill like your cooking?"
I could see her hesitate, deciding if she should reveal more. A few seconds later she answered me.
"Not as much as he used to. A lot of the time now he isn't interested in it."
I could see the sadness on her face. It was now my turn to hesitate, but fortune favours the brave, something else needed to be said.
"I am interested, very interested."
Her face flushed but she didn't say anything. It would certainly give her something to think about.
The next day was an anti-climax. Aunty was busy around the house for most of the day and we spent very little time together. I wasn't sure if she genuinely had things to do or that she was avoiding me, it was probably a bit of both. The next step would be a big one, and I would guess she needed time to think about it.
"Don't forget we have your hospital appointment tomorrow at twelve. Breakfast at eight then a quick bath. We need to leave no later than nine-thirty."
"Yes I know. I am keen for the doctor to look at my hands, I am hoping he will put on a smaller bandage so that I will be able to use my hands a bit."
"Don't get your hopes up, you will just have to wait and see. Goodnight, I will wake you at eight."
I was awake just after seven, but I lay in bed waiting for Aunty. As usual she appeared on time. We were only ready to leave at nine-forty, and from the look on her face she was blaming me for the ten minute delay, however she didn't say anything.
As we set off on the two hour drive I reflected on what had happened this morning in the bath, nothing. To be honest I hadn't expected her to relieve me, though I wouldn't have said no if she had started to play with me. The main focus this morning was to get ready to go to the hospital as soon as possible, and despite the slight delay I thought we had done a good job.
As we got nearer the hospital Aunty became more relaxed, she could see that we were not going to be late. After taking a few minutes to park we arrived fifteen minutes early.
"I am sorry, doctor Gates is off sick, his assistant will see you."
She gave us both a big smile to reassure us that everything was OK, then she said
"I almost forgot, there is a thirty minute delay."
We got the same smile, but this time it looked a bit strained. Fortunately Aunty June didn't argue with her.
The waiting room looked crowded. I thought about what the receptionist had said, "A thirty minute delay," from what I could see thirty minutes seemed optimistic. I now needed the toilet. I whispered to Aunty, "Will you please take me to the toilet?"
She looked annoyed, "Can't you wait until after the doctor has seen you?"
I gave her a firm "No." I was getting desperate.
There was a large single toilet in one of the corridors near the waiting room. For some reason she took my trousers and underwear down rather than just unzipping me. When she saw me standing there urinating she muttered "Sorry, I thought you wanted."
She couldn't bring herself to say anymore. I was tempted to add "A shit" but I thought better of it. When I finished she gave my cock a quick shake.
"Move out of the way, I might as well use the toilet while we are here. We don't know how long the delay is going to be."
I quickly stepped back but I didn't turn around, and she didn't say anything, apparently unconcerned that I would be watching. It didn't take her long to finish, and when she did she gave me a smile, but she wasn't looking at me she was looking at my cock. That made the blood go downwards, I was now getting aroused.
I took a step forward, she then lifted her head and our eyes met, we held that gaze for several seconds before she turned her head away. It was decision time, stop or carry on. I looked down at her, she was still sitting on the toilet with her knickers round her ankles. If she wanted it to stop she could just get up.
As I moved closer she opened her legs wider, I stopped again. Her legs were still covered by her skirt but she was slowly pulling it up. I could now see her thighs, a bit more and I might be able to see her cunt. However she stopped tantalisingly close. I was tempted to bend my head and look up her skirt, but instead I just stood there, my cock slowly growing to its full length. Aunty June had seen it rise before but she seemed fascinated with it. When it reached its full length there was a small shake of her head, she was obviously still impressed by its size.
I was now near her, but when she made a small beckoning motion with her hand I knew she wanted me closer. She didn't stop gesturing until I was right in front of her with my cock almost touching her face. She was going to masturbate me, and if I was lucky I would come on her face. However when she opened her mouth and moved it towards the tip of my cock I realised she had something else in mind.
I closed my eyes and waited for her to suck it, but nothing happened. As I opened my eyes I saw her tongue come out, then I felt it gently lick me. I closed my eyes again, she was teasing me but I was happy to wait. At first I thought she might let me come on her face, but now I was going to get more, to come in her mouth.
My cock was now in deep, a good six or seven inches. You don't get that good without a lot of practice. I even tried for more but when I did she was gagging too much so I stopped, it would be stupid to spoil a good thing.
I was now close to coming, should I warn her? I desperately wanted her to swallow all that I was going to give her, but would she? I didn't want to just say something crude in case it broke the spell, but I was finding it difficult to think because she was doing such a good job on my cock.
"I am ready when you are."
It was the best I could come up with. It could be interpreted as ready to go back to the waiting room, or that I was ready to come. When she moved her mouth faster I grinned, she had understood what I was saying.
When I climaxed she almost choked, but she didn't take my cock out. She seemed determined to swallow it all, and she did. She even kept my cock it in her mouth longer than necessary to make sure she had got it all.
Now that we had finished she was keen to get back to the waiting room as soon as possible. She quickly pulled her knickers back up and adjusted her skirt, then she sorted me out. After looking at herself in the mirror she smiled, satisfied she was presentable. However just before we were leaving she turned to me, a worried look on her face.
"How do I look?"
Apart from some slight red blotches on her neck she looked OK, but she needed me to reassure her.
"Wonderful, just like you always do."
It was a bit over the top but she was now beaming. She was happy with my compliment, and I was more than happy with what she had just done for me.
When we got back to the waiting room I noticed Aunty looking around.
"Have you seen a drinks machine?"
"Yes, I think we passed one when we first came in. But do we have time for a drink before I see the doctor?"
She gave me a stern look then said "I need one."
I suddenly realised, she needed something to take the taste away. I gave her a knowing smile, which she ignored, then she went off to get a drink. Five minutes later she returned, looking flustered.
"That machine was out of order, I had to look for another one."
She made it sound as if it was my fault.
"I got you a coffee."
I hadn't asked for anything but I might as well drink it, which I did after Aunty had produced a straw from her handbag. She now had a drink in each hand, my coffee and her hot chocolate.
"Can I taste your coffee?"
"Yes, but it's nothing special."
She then took a quick sip of it through the straw.
"I disagree, I like the taste of yours."
From the look she gave me after she had said it, I knew she wasn't talking about the coffee. She was being suggestive, I could play that game as well.
"Will you let me taste yours?"
She looked surprised, then she was thoughtful.
"I might do."
Then as she put the straw into her own drink she said "I hope you like it."
"I know I will," then I took a long slow sip of it.
Eventually my name was called. After the nurse apologised for keeping us waiting we were taken to a small cubicle and my bandages were removed. Five minutes later the doctor joined us.
"Hello, my name is Alison Green, I work for Doctor Gates."
"Hi, I am Adam and this is my Aunty June."
Now that the introductions were over she quickly got to work, she must be very busy covering for her absent boss. After spending some time reading my notes she examined my hands in detail, making me bend each joint in turn.
"Your hands are healing well, how do they feel?"
"A bit sore. Do I still need bandages on?"
I got a nice smile, to ease the bad news, "Sorry, they need to be bandaged for at least another week, possibly two."
She could tell I was disappointed.
"Don't worry, before you know it you will be back to normal."
After reminding us to make the next appointment before we left the hospital, she said goodbye and left, the nurse then bandaged my hands.
We walked back to the car without talking, I think Aunty sensed I was sulking and that it was better not to try to engage me in conversation.
Forty minutes into the journey she surprised me.
"I suppose you need a break to go to the toilet?"
"No thanks, I can wait."
"Are you sure?"
I mumbled a quick "Yes."
When she glanced over at me I was puzzled, she looked annoyed. I didn't understand, normally she doesn't like to stop, but this time I think she wanted to. I spent the next five minutes thinking about it, then I decided I would ask her to stop.
"Can we stop?"
"Too late, I am not in the mood now."
It was a strange thing to say, then I understood, I almost groaned in despair at a missed opportunity. She wanted more of what we had done at the hospital and I was too stupid to realise it. She had given me a nice climax but I had given her nothing. I don't know what she had planned to do if we had stopped, but I knew what she was expecting from me, a big climax, probably as a result of my tongue on her clit.
We didn't talk again until we were back at her place. As she helped me out of the car I gave her a nice smile and said "Sorry for not stopping."
I wasn't sure what response I was going to get, but when she returned my smile and said in a warm voice "We are home now so it doesn't matter," I felt relieved.
The house was nice and warm, she had kept the heating on while we had been away. As soon as Aunty got in she headed to the bathroom. I settled down on the chair in the front room, waiting for her to join me so that she could turn on the television.
"I am a bit tired after driving, I am going to take a nap."
"OK, but before you go to bed will you please turn the television on?"
After she had done that she turned the volume low, I could only just hear it.
"I am going to sleep on the sofa."
It would have been better if she had gone to her bedroom then I would have been able to have the volume higher. However when she turned over from her side onto her back, and then started to unbutton her top, I changed my mind.
When she opened her blouse to reveal her big tits I was surprised and delighted. Surprised that she didn't have her bra on, and delighted that she had the same thick nipples as Mother.
I didn't go to her straight away, I just watched her, waiting to see what she would do next. However after a couple of minutes with her just lying there, eyes closed and tits exposed, I realised that she wasn't going to do anything else. It was now up to me to act.
When I leant over her I didn't immediately suck her nipple, instead I gave it a gentle lick, I felt her body tense then relax. Then I licked it again, but this time harder, she gave a low moan. When she had sucked my cock she had done it with great skill, I now wanted to show her that I was an expert as well. I was going to take my time and use all my expertise to make sure she enjoyed it.
As I licked it I felt the nipple swell. It was now ready to be sucked, but I wasn't ready to suck it. Aunty was now pushing against my tongue, eager to get that nipple in my mouth, but I resisted. I was playing a dangerous game, if I teased for too long it might spoil it for her. The safe option was to get her nipple into my mouth and give her what she needed, but I didn't want to do that, she would have to wait a little longer.
After almost five minutes of just licking I could feel her frustration, and I was finding it difficult to resist. When I suddenly sucked all of it into my mouth there was a loud gasp from her, when I continued sucking it turned into a moan. It was very much like Mother's, long and thick, but it was noticeably firmer. If I was to score them then Mother would be a nine, but Aunty would get top marks, ten out of ten.
I was careful to give each nipple equal attention. When I switched over she always moved her body to help me do it, so that it was done as quickly as possible. I lost track of time. How long had I been milking her big tits, ten, fifteen or even twenty minutes?
My cock was trapped in my pants, straining to break free, but I knew that this was all for her. I might not get a climax but the important thing was that she needed to be satisfied.
As good as this was for her I doubted if she would get a climax from it, I needed to get to her cunt. I slowed down on the sucking, then I stopped. When I raised my head I expected her to open her eyes, perhaps even to speak, to tell me what she wanted. However her eyes and mouth remained closed, but her legs didn't.
When I moved to the bottom of the sofa she hitched her skirt up, and then she opened her legs wider, as wide as she could. I had expected that she wouldn't have any knickers on, and I wasn't disappointed. All cunts look nice, but this could only be described as a thing of beauty. It was nicely trimmed, with meaty lips and a clit that looked big even before I had sucked on it. I was going to take my time with it, this was a cunt that you don't rush. I was going to saviour every bit of it before giving her a well-deserved climax.
My first lick was gentle but she jerked as if she had been electrocuted. I had started on her lips, what would she be like when I eventually explored her clit? As I licked and sucked her I was careful to keep away from it, I was saving it for later, much later.
She was now wiggling her bottom, desperately trying to get my tongue where she wanted it, firmly on her clit. However I resisted, I moved lower so that I could put my tongue into her cunt, I wanted it in as deep in as possible. My cheeks and chin were now coated with her sticky juice.
Her movements were stronger now, my head was being jerked from side to side. It was now time to get to work on that nice clit of hers, but I would make her wait just a little bit longer. I lowered my head and pushed my tongue against her puckered anus.
I heard a gasp from her, then "NO."
I ignored her, probing deeper. This time it was a moan, and when she said "No" again it was barely a whisper. As I continued she stopped struggling, there was no more protesting from her, and after a couple of minutes when I stopped I sensed she would have liked me to do it for longer.
I had teased her and tormented her for long enough, it was now time to give that clit some serious attention. When I gave it the first lick I had expected a big reaction, I got one. She made a strange noise, a sort of moan, it started loud but then as it continued it got quieter until it ended.
When I had moved to her clit my intention was to take my time, to slowly lick and suck it, to keep her on the edge for as long as possible. I was now finding that difficult to do, she was so ready to come that a couple of hard licks would make her explode. I wanted it to last longer so I had to be careful. However I knew that no matter how careful I was she would only last a few more minutes.
After five more minutes she still hadn't climaxed, probably more by luck than good judgment. Was this the longest she had ever been so excited without coming? If I could pluck up the courage I might even ask her after we had finished.
"Tell me Aunty, was that a record for having your cunt licked?"
"Yes Adam, you beat my previous record by two minutes."
My head was now being squeezed between her legs as she climaxed. I had lost concentration while I was thinking about how long we had been doing this, I must have licked her too hard.
I kept my tongue on her clit as best I could as she writhed about. I was desperate for her to finish so that I could breathe. There was a lot of noise but it was all muffled, would she ever open her legs and release me?
When she did stop she suddenly opened her legs. As I gasped for breath I could hear her breathing deeply. I needed a minute or so before I could move. When I did get up from the sofa Aunty quickly closed her legs and then pulled her skirt down to cover herself, then she started to button up her top. It was difficult for her to do it because she still had her eyes closed, but eventually she managed it.
"That was a really good sleep."
Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. I got the biggest smile I had ever seen. I gave her back my best smile, but I was finding it difficult not to laugh, but if she wanted to keep up the pretence I was happy to go along with her.
"Good, but you were making a lot of noise."
She seemed a bit flustered, then she said "I must have been dreaming."
I just nodded, but I was tempted to say "No, it was because you were having your cunt licked for such a long time, then you had a massive climax." There was no point in spoiling a good thing, I would play whatever game she wanted so long as I got more of her cunt.
Aunty then left the room, when she returned fifteen minutes later I could see that she had put her bra back on. She was now presentable but I needed some attention, my face needed a wash and I needed the toilet. However I didn't need to ask.
"I suppose you want the toilet?"
I gave a quick "Yes," and then I followed her to the bathroom.
Aunty was now back to normal, in control. After dealing with my toilet needs she washed my face with a cloth. I didn't ask her to do it, she just did it without saying anything, and I made no comment about what she was doing.
When we were back in the sitting room she surprised me by sitting down to watch television with me. Normally she keeps herself busy during the day, only watching it in the evening.
"Adam would you like a drink?"
"Thanks that would be nice."
Five minutes later she was back, a cup in each hand.
"Before I give you yours just try mine."
She held it to my mouth and I took a small sip, then she placed my cup between my hands so that I could cradle it. As I drank mine through the straw I didn't understand why she had asked me to taste hers. Apart from the fact that my coffee was colder, so that I would be able to hold it between my hands, they tasted the same.
As I continued drinking I noticed her keep glancing at me, as if she wanted to say something. Eventually she did speak.
"Did it taste good?"
I muttered a quick "Yes" then I realised what she was really asking.
"Actually it was wonderful, it might even be the best I have ever tasted."
"Not too strong?"
"No, perfect."
Where had she got the idea it was too strong?
"What does Uncle Bill think?"
I saw a brief flash of anguish on her face, then it disappeared as she looked me in the eyes and said "He doesn't like it."
I gave her a warm smile, she smiled back, obviously happy that at least I liked the taste of her cunt.
As we watched television I thought of her and Uncle Bill. I don't know if they are content with what they have together, but from the hints I have been getting from Aunty June while I have been staying with her, she wasn't being satisfied in bed. It was sad, but luckily for me I was getting the benefit of her frustration. I thought back on all the things we had done, she had certain enjoyed them as much as me, probably even more, but had we reached the limit of what she was prepared to do?
The next day Aunty seemed different in some way. It took me a while to realise what it was, her appearance. She is always smartly dressed, but today she seemed to have made a special effort with the clothes she was wearing and with her make-up. There was also a marked difference in her attitude towards me. Today it seemed that I could do no wrong, things that had irritated her on previous days were just ignored, this time there was no telling off.
We had a really good day together, I got the feeling that something was going to happen tonight, that she might even join me in bed. However nothing did happen, after a quick peck on the cheek she left my bedroom and went to hers. I was more confused than disappointed, perhaps she just wasn't in the mood.
"Time to wake up."
I rubbed my eyes, it felt as if I had only just gone to sleep.
"I think I need another hour."
"Sorry, I shouldn't have woken you."
Then she was gone, leaving me wide awake and open mouthed. The old Aunty June would have been annoyed, and she would have made me get up. However the new 'improved' Aunty was showing a kindness that I hadn't seen before. It was a good start to the day. I tried to go back to sleep but after an hour I gave up.
When I joined her in the kitchen she was as cheerful as she was yesterday, and as smartly dressed. We enjoyed a nice breakfast together then we went back to my bedroom where she dressed me.
Lunch was a quick sandwich. Aunty explained that she needed to leave me for a couple of hours, and she asked if I would be OK alone, I told her I was fine with that.
"I shouldn't be any longer than two hours, any problems call me."
As she was leaving I heard her shout from the front door, "I forgot to say, you are having a bath tonight."
The day had started well and it looked as if it was going to get even better.
When Aunty returned she fussed over me, it seemed that every half an hour she was asking me if I was alright, or if I needed anything. Initially I liked the attention but it was now starting to irritate me, but I didn't let it show.
I expected bath time to be soon after our evening meal, but it wasn't. When the time reached nine I thought that it wasn't going to happen, but then Aunty surprised me.
"I will go and run your bath. A nice hot bath before you go to bed is what you need."
I entered the bathroom with high hopes but I was soon disappointed. Aunty dealt with me quickly and efficiently but there was nothing remotely inappropriate in her actions. My cock and balls only got a cursory wash. I was in and out of the bath in well under ten minutes, it was as if she had something else that she urgently needed to do after she had washed me.
When Aunty left me tucked up in bed I was so frustrated that I considered playing with myself, even though I wasn't sure how I was going to manage it. I couldn't understand it, from how she had acted all day it seemed inevitable that we would do something special tonight. I shook my head, should I try to speak to her about it tomorrow? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, then Aunty entered.
"I thought you might like a drink, to help you to sleep. It's hot chocolate."
"Thanks Aunty June."
I didn't particularly want a drink, but I thought it was nice of her to make me one. Normally I use a straw but this time she hadn't put one in, and also why had she brought me such a big cup? I just hoped she wasn't expecting me to drink it all.
"I will hold it while you drink."
It tasted nice, but it was almost cold. She always makes my drinks slightly cooler than normal, in case I spill any of it on myself, but not as cold as this one.
"I am SO SORRY."
The cup had slipped from her hands, the bed and my pyjama bottoms were soaked. I quickly looked at my hands, fortunately they were dry.
I was now naked from the waist down and the bed had been stripped. The mattress looked dry, no chocolate stains, so when Aunty puts on new sheets I would be able to get back into bed.
"It's lucky that it didn't go through to the mattress."
She seemed distracted, as if she was thinking about something, then she said "Yes, but I don't have any clean sheets to put on."
When I looked at her I just knew she was lying, but why?
Then I get my answer.
"I think you will have to sleep in my bed."
She had tried to sound casual, but I could hear the tension in her voice. It all made sense now, the cold drink, 'accidently' spilling it, and making sure it went all over the bed. Sleeping in the same bed as her was a dream come true, but I couldn't resist having a bit of fun first.
"I can sleep on the sofa with a few blankets on."
"No," she sounded horrified.
It would be dangerous to say more, there was no way I actually wanted to end up on the sofa, so I kept my mouth shut.
In a firm commanding voice she said "Nonsense, you are sleeping with me and I am not taking no for an answer."
I hesitated for a few seconds, for dramatic effect, before saying in a meek voice "Yes Aunty."
When we left to go to her bedroom I wondered if she would find me a clean pair of pyjamas, then I smiled, I knew it would be a no.
We were now in bed together, she was on her side and I was behind her, she was wearing a short nightie. When she had got into bed I could tell she still had her bra on, but I couldn't see the outline of any knickers. It was a clear sign of where she wanted me to concentrate on. The big question though was 'Did she want me to lick her or to fuck her?' It was her decision.
After a couple of minutes she moved her hand back, it was searching for my cock. When she found it her grip was firm and I started to get hard. As soon as I was fully erect she started to pull it down towards her bottom. I now knew what she wanted, she wanted to be fucked. There wasn't going to be any foreplay, no sucking on her tits, no licking her, we were going straight for it.
As she tried to position my cock I moved down the bed to help her. If I had been able to use my hands I would have parted her legs, but I couldn't, so I had to wait for her to act. However her legs stayed closed, I was now worried that she was having second thoughts, but then she raised her leg. I could now squeeze my cock in, but I wanted a better position.
I whispered "Get on your hands and knees."
I heard her gasp, had I made a mistake by speaking, saying something sexual? No going back now.
"Please do it."
"NO."
It sounded final, but I wasn't going to stop now without a fight.
In a firm voice I said it again, "Get on your hands and knees."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
I had tried to keep the irritation out of my voice but I am not sure if I succeeded. I waited for an answer but I didn't get one.
"Don't you want to do it?"
"YES, but not that way."
I took a deep breath then I let out a long sigh, good she did want it. The sensible thing to do now would be to get her to raise her leg a bit more, and then we would carry on. However I knew it would be better for both of us if she would just do it my way.
"Please."
"No, I would have to be," then she hesitated before adding "A dirty bitch to do that."
I only just managed to stop myself from laughing, and from saying, "You ARE a dirty bitch."
However in as gentle a voice as I could manage I said "You are never that. What you are is a lady, in the way you dress and the way you act. I always have the utmost respect for you."
Some of that was true, but I was prepared to say anything that would help to convince her.
"Thank you."
"I can understand your reluctance, but have you ever tried it?"
"No."
That was good, I could sell it as a new experience rather than having to persuade her to do something that she had done before but didn't like.
"There are times when you just have to open up, to be less of a lady in bed. Can we try it?"
No answer, but at least she hadn't said no.
"Please I will be gentle with you."
No answer again, but this time she started to move.
"Is this what you want?"
She sounded eager to please, and she had done what I had asked her to do, but her stance needed some 'fine-tuning'.
"Open your legs wider, and lower your back. Try to get as low as possible but still keeping your bottom high."
This time there was no hesitation from her, she was now ready to be fucked.
"Is that better?"
"Yes, are you sure you haven't done it this way before?"
That got a giggle from her, but she didn't reply.
When I got behind her I realised that this position was perfect for what I wanted to do to her, my rock hard cock was pointed at her cunt, just inches away. I moved nearer so that it pushed against her lips, she moaned as the head went in, then I stopped.
"Is this what YOU want?"
There was a quick "Yes" from her.
I smiled to myself, time to give her more of what she wanted. When it was five or six inches in I started to slowly fuck her, I was careful not to use the full length.
"That's so good, I didn't think I would be able to take it all."
She sounded pleased with herself.
"I have got a few more inches to give you, three, or it might even be four."
Before she could say anything I fucked her for the first time using all of my nine inches. When my cock hit the top of her cunt she screamed, but I didn't stop. She was now moaning almost continuously, and she was getting louder as I increased the pace.
"Is it good?"
"YES, don't stop."
No way was I going to do that, but I wanted more from her.
"I will stop if you don't tell me what you want."
She didn't answer, so I slowed down to show her I was serious.
"I want you to," then she stopped.
"SAY IT."
"I want you to fuck me."
I rewarded her with a few hard strokes that were almost brutal.
"YES, that's what I want."
"What do you want me to fuck?"
"Me."
"NO, what?"
There was silence for a few seconds then it all came out.
"I want you to fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt as hard as you can. I am your dirty bitch."
"Yes you are."
Now that I had what I wanted from her all that was left to do was to fuck her. For five more minutes I did just that. I pounded her cunt as hard and as deep as I could, she responded by moaning and groaning, she was even thrusting her bottom back to make sure she got all of my cock.
If my hands had not been bandaged I would have been able to reach forward and play with her big tits, or even get a finger or two on her clit, while I fucked her. However I couldn't, so I would just have to give her a climax with my cock alone.
After another five minutes I wondered if she would ever reach it. She was obviously enjoying it but surely she must come soon? I couldn't last much longer, it was now taking all my concentration to stop myself from pouring it into her.
"Fuck me harder, I am going to come."
Good, I was more than ready as well. As I did what she asked I could hear and feel her climax building, a few seconds later she exploded. I was desperate to reach it with her, I only just managed it, climaxing as her body went limp.
Lying in bed, ready to sleep, I was expecting Aunty to say something, but she didn't. I would have to ask instead.
"Was that good?"
"NO." Then she quickly added "It was VERY good."
I laughed, I never realised that she had a sense of humour.
"Now go to sleep, it's been a long day."
"And a HARD day."
It was her turn to laugh.
When I awoke at nine-thirty I was alone, Aunty had let me sleep as long as I wanted, my reward? I stayed in bed another ten minutes thinking about what had happened. It had been very good, one of my best experiences. I have fucked lots of women, some with bigger tits, but as a total experience last night takes some beating.
"Hi Adam, you are up at last."
She sounded glad to see me, and she wasn't annoyed I had got up late.
"Let's go to your bedroom and get you dressed then I will make breakfast."
When I got to my room the first thing I noticed was that the bed was now made, on top of it was a clean pair of pyjamas.
"Good, you managed to find some clean sheets."
The look on her face said 'Why did you say that?', but what came out of her mouth was just a curt "Yes."
I must learn to keep my big mouth shut, if I wasn't careful I would spoil things.
Breakfast was good, and my stupid comment in the bedroom hadn't affected her mood, she was bright and cheerful.
"We need to do something different today."
I was surprised by her directness, but when I looked at her face I realised she didn't mean anything sexual, and she hadn't noticed how it had sounded to me.
"All this time you have been here we haven't gone out."
"We went to the hospital."
"That doesn't count. Where do you want to go?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "You decide."
From the smile on her face I could tell that was a good answer.
"There is a big shopping complex thirty minutes away."
I gave her my best fake groan, it made her laugh.
"Don't worry there are lots of 'Man Shops', you will enjoy it."
I was initially sceptical, but she was right, I did enjoy it. We even had lunch in a fancy restaurant. It was way too expensive for my liking but Aunty insisted, "I can afford it," then she giggled before adding "No, Uncle Bill can afford it."
We didn't get back until just after six, tired from all the walking. Aunty had bought quite a few things but I returned with just two books.
"I am still full from lunch, but do you want me to make you something?"
"No thanks, I am full as well." Then without thinking I continued with "But I wouldn't mind a hot chocolate later on before I go to bed."
"OK."
I hadn't meant it as a hint, but would Aunty see it as that?
An hour later I got my drink, I sipped it through a straw as we watched television together. At ten she declared that she was off to bed, I went to bed as well. It had been a really enjoyable day, the icing on the cake would have been for us to fuck again. I wasn't too disappointed, I got the feeling there was still more to come
The next day while we were having breakfast I could tell Aunty was distracted, there was something on her mind. When she finished feeding me she told me what it was.
"Uncle Bill rang me, he is coming home tonight."
"I thought he was away for another week?"
"He was supposed to be, but apparently he is now needed back at head office."
"What time will he be home?"
"Around mid-night, or later if there are any delays."
She didn't seem happy that he was returning, I felt the same but I hoped I wasn't showing it as much as she was.
"And there is more."
I just looked at her, what did she mean?
"Your Mother rang. She wants me to take you back tomorrow morning so that she can take you to your hospital appointment."
"I don't understand."
She took a deep breath before explaining.
"Tomorrow, Friday, you have your hospital appointment at twelve. I was going to take you, then on Saturday I was going to take you back home. However your Mother has now taken Friday off from work so that she can take you instead. So the plan is for me to drop you off tomorrow at eleven rather than on Saturday."
I now understood, and I could see why she was disappointed, today was going to be our last one together.
Lunch was good but I was struggling to enjoy it, I kept thinking about having to leave a day early. Aunty June had perked up a bit, I got the feeling that if we tried we could still have a good day.
"You need a bath, we will do it now."
That surprised me, I almost spilt my coffee.
I blurted out "It's only twelve-thirty."
She smiled, her first of the day, "You do know that there are no legal restrictions on when you can take a bath."
"Are you sure?"
"You don't have to have one if you don't want."
When she left the room to sort the bath out I smiled, this was going to be more than just a wash.
She had me in the bath in record time, so she was obviously keen to start. The washing was also done very quickly.
"Finished."
I gave her a questioning look, she hadn't been anywhere near my cock or balls. I got a brief smile from her then she turned her back on me. As I watched her undress my cock started to thicken, when she turned back to face me she was naked, and my cock was rock hard.
"Lie back."
When she got into the bath she took a firm hold of my cock and carefully positioned it at her opening, then she slowly lowered herself onto it. She was now sitting on my lap with my cock deep up her cunt. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, then she opened her eyes and looked directly into mine.
"Don't move, it's my turn to fuck you."
When she closed her eyes again I knew she was going to start.
It was slow at first but it soon became frantic. I could see it was hard work for her to keep raising and lowering herself, but the expression on her face told me it was worth it. At times she lifted herself so high that my cock was almost out, but she skilfully manged to keep it in. I was amazed that she was lasting so long.
After another five minutes she was still going, but her head was now tilted back.
"Fuck this is good, but I need it deeper."
I thought that was impossible, but when she leant back a bit she must have managed it because she gave a massive groan. From the look on her face she wasn't going to last much longer. A minute or so later she climaxed, then it was another thirty seconds before she collapsed onto me exhausted. I was still inside her, but I hadn't come.
She stood up slowly, then she noticed my cock was still hard.
"You didn't come," she sounded surprised.
"But you did."
She gave a nervous giggle before saying "Where do you want it?"
"Between your tits."
Five minutes later I reached it as well, splattering it all over her tits and chin.
We spent the rest of the day having a 'normal' Aunty and Nephew relationship, we also both acted as if nothing had happened. When she put me to bed I just got a quick peck on the cheek. With Uncle Bill getting back in a few hours this was the end for us, but it was very good while it lasted. I had enjoyed it but Aunty June had probably enjoyed it even more.
This time there was no chance of a lie in, we had to be out of the house by nine. Aunty woke me up at eight sharp and then had me dressed in not much more than five minutes.
I had expected breakfast to be something simple, but Aunty prepared her usual feast. However she was now feeding me quicker than usual, then I suddenly remembered Uncle Bill.
"I forgot, did Uncle Bill get back OK?"
"Yes, but he was late. It was just after three. I would be surprised if he is up before we leave."
As soon as I had eaten the last piece she started to clear up.
"I don't want to leave the kitchen in a mess for him."
He might not be satisfying her in bed but she was obviously still in love with him. I just hoped she wasn't going to feel guilty about all the things we had done together.
She was at the sink, with her back to me, before she spoke again.
"When Uncle Bill got back last night I asked him what he had done there. He said 'What happens in Singapore stays in Singapore'. He always says that."
"Even when he has been to London?"
She thought that was very funny.
When she returned to her task at the sink I reflected on what had been said. Aunty was telling me not to say anything, but there was no need for her to worry, this was our little secret. However I wanted to add something else to that list of naughty things we had done.
I managed to get close behind her before she noticed. It startled her a bit but she relaxed when I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks Aunty for letting me stay," then I moved my head close to her ear and whispered "What happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen."
She turned to look at me, confused by what I had just said, then she understood.
"NO, Uncle Bill is upstairs."
"So if he wasn't upstairs it would be a yes?"
There was a brief hesitation from her then I got my answer, "Yes."
"I will be quick," I was now pleading.
There was a long sigh from her, then she said "This is a bad idea." As she started to pull her knickers down she added "Be quick, but not too quick."
She was now bent over holding onto the sink, with her legs spread wide. I thought it might be difficult to get my cock in but her cunt was already wet without any stimulation from me. I wondered if Uncle being in the house was giving her added excitement.
This is what I had done to Mother. As I fucked her I compared the two women, both very good, but I preferred Aunty June. I smiled, should I tell her that?
"Aunty I have been thinking. Taking everything into account, and after careful consideration, I have come to a conclusion. You are a better fuck than your sister."
She had wanted me to be quick, but despite me fucking her as hard as I could, and using the full length of my cock, she was showing no signs of coming. There was a lot of moaning and groaning from her but it wasn't of the same intensity I had heard previously when she was near to a climax. She might need a little push to help her achieve it.
"When my hands have healed I am coming back for more."
"YES."
"The first thing I am going to do is finger you, two fingers up your juicy cunt."
"NO, I want three, or four."
Then she climaxed, I didn't, but I was almost there. It took me another few seconds, then I gave her all I had.
I waited until I was limp before I pulled out, but she didn't seem to be in a hurry to move, she was still grasping onto the sink.
As she lifted her head, she turned to me and smiled, "That was a big one."
"Same for me."
"But we now need to go, we are going to be late."
I fell asleep in the car, Aunty June had to wake me when we arrived. Mother was at the front door waiting for us, she gave both of us a big hug.
My stuff was quickly unpacked, we then all sat down at the kitchen table.
"Adam, you only have time for a quick drink then we need to make a move."
She gave her sister a quick glance before adding "Somebody was late."
I don't think she was angry, just surprised that Aunty June wasn't on time.
Aunty looked embarrassed, "Sorry, I spent too long in the kitchen before we left."
Mother shot me a quick look, but my face was a picture of innocence, then I saw her relax. I knew what she had been thinking, but she had obviously quickly dismissed it as being ridiculous. We had been fucking in the kitchen when Aunty came to pick me up, she had to wait until we had finished before we let her in. Mother's excuse was 'Busy in the kitchen'. For a split second Mother must have thought we were delayed today because we were doing the same thing.
She would be shocked if she ever found out that she was right.
When Aunty June was about to leave I got a nice hug from her, followed by a small kiss on the cheek. She then checked that Mother wasn't too near before whispering in my ear "I want more of your big cock."
Mother was still turned away from us, so in a low voice I said "Now?"
We both struggled not to laugh, fortunately Mother hadn't noticed what was going on.
When we were in the car going to the hospital I closed my eyes and thought about the last four weeks. Had I ever had that much sex in just one month before, maybe not? I was now actually looking forward to my sister looking after me, I could do with a rest.
But what if?
I had been surprised by Mother, then shocked by Aunty June, so it might be best to keep an open mind and just see what happens!
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