บท 100: Aunt Janet's Dirty Boy
geronimo_appleby©
It's been several months, so I thought I'd put something out there again.
1976 and Mikey's Aunt Janet has come to stay. He's nineteen and horny and has an eye for his aunt body. She notices his attention...
I hope you enjoy the following, as brief as it is. But there's more to follow.
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GA - Da Nang, Vietnam (again) - 20th of October 2017
*****
I felt the heat in my face as soon as she said it. Humiliation twisted inside. Embarrassment uncoiled. The fire in my cheeks and the way I couldn't look at her face-on were all the confirmation she needed. Despite my mumbled "No," it must have been obvious I was lying.
"Let's get something straight," she said. "Right now."
I gulped and glanced at her face while a quick, impetuous thought about escape popped into my head. It was a brief look at her eyes, which were fixed upon me like blue lasers of death, her expression serious. When I saw that look, panic swelled. I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to have the conversation I knew was coming. The urge to get away was strong, compelling, and near irresistible.
But I was trapped.
I was on my bed with my aunt perched on the edge between me and the door. To get away meant scooting along on my arse to the foot of the bed or barging her out of the way. Simple enough I suppose. But what happened then? I could get away but couldn't avoid her for long. My Aunt Janet was staying at our house. Even if I ran, what would happen after?
I looked away from her, towards the television, the little portable showing Starsky and Hutch. The programme was popular, an instant hit in 1976. I loved it, identifying more with the character of Hutch because we were both tall and fair. I liked the leather-sleeved latter jacket he wore; and I thought his shooter was cooler than Starsky's. Aunt Janet had interrupted my viewing by knocking at the bedroom door, walking in, and then sitting on the edge of my bed.
"I realise you're embarrassed, Mikey," my aunt continued. "I am, too. But I have to say something."
"I don't know what you mean," I said, wishing she'd stop. Couldn't she see I wanted to watch my programme?
Aunt Janet sighed, an exasperated sound. Then she said, "Don't, Mikey. Don't lie. Just let me talk. You don't know how difficult it is for me to be here like this." She paused and sighed again before adding, "One thing I want to get straight, this is between me and you. I want ... I need you to know I won't be talking about this to anyone. Nobody else needs to know."
I was confused. I'd thought she was there to tell me off, to chastise me, to put me well and truly in my place so, baffled, I stammered, "I ... I duh-don't understand."
I'd risked another glance at her face as I said it. Saw her roll her eyes and grimace. "Bloody hell," my aunt muttered to herself. She showed signs of a temper when she continued. "Look. All right, let's stop the nonsense, Mikey. Let's just be honest. I promise this is solely between us. I mean it. You can be truthful. I won't be angry."
When I didn't say anything, my Aunt Janet murmured, "Bloody hell. How many times...? All right, I'll say it again. Mikey, I know you've been looking at me."
The denial rose in my throat while my overheated cheeks flared even hotter. I opened my mouth to voice it, and Janet held up a hand.
"No," she said, cutting me short. "Don't say anything if it's a lie. I know you have, Mikey. You've been quite obvious about it. I've noticed it a few times now. Let's just say you're not very subtle."
My aunt said the last with a twist to her lips. A sly smirk that made me gulp down on the chagrin. I'd been caught. She knew I'd been gawking at her.
"Sorry," I said through a croak.
"That's just it," my aunt said. "This is why we need to be honest, why I said I won't be talking to anyone at all about this, Mikey. You don't have to be sorry."
Then something dark and primal tugged at me way down deep. I didn't understand the meaning of her next sentence in any coherent, logical sense. All I got was the loose meaning on an instinctive level. A hint of something illicit and thrilling when Janet finished with a near whisper: "I don't mind you looking. I actually like it."
***
I boggled, mind unable to cope. I understood what Aunt Janet had said, but couldn't reconcile her apparent meaning with my concept of reality. So I stared, the weight of my hanging jaw unrealised until my aunt blurted a laugh and said, "Your face, Mikey; God, that's a picture." I closed my mouth as my aunt moved in close against me, her arm pressed against mine, the heat of her body and the clean, smooth scent coming off her making my cock thicken and grow. As we sat there, side-by-side, squeezed in together like commuters on a rush-hour train, my dick was way ahead of my brain. My cock knew what was going on, abruptly stiff, pumped up with blood and interest.
Before I could stop myself, I mumbled, "What are you doing?"
"Well, Mikey," my aunt replied. To be honest, I don't really know what I'm doing. I've seen you looking and it got me thinking. And I know I shouldn't be here this way and talking to you, but I can't help it." She shrugged and my eyes were drawn to the crease of her cleavage. "Maybe it's the divorce," she said in a low murmur. "Maybe I'm puddled." Aunt Janet sighed, a long, slow exhalation as she snuggled in even tighter and put her palm on my thigh. "Whatever it is," she breathed, "I like the way you've been eyeing me up. That's the truth, Mikey, I like it a lot more than is good for me. Which is why I'm here. I want to know what you're actually thinking."
Right at that moment I wasn't doing a lot of thinking. My mind was busy trying to sort through all the impressions and sensations swirling around. The sight of Aunt Janet's substantial boobs squished together disturbed me. I was unsettled, conflicted by the urge to bury my head between her tits and the real possibility of a slap to the face for doing it. It was a vague and distant sense, yet the insistent feeling I had, other than surging lust and desire, was that the whole situation was most definitely wrong. The tiny voice was a long way away at the back of my mind. Muted and easy to ignore, what it told me was this was wrong in a moral sense. Wrong in a way that my mother would not be pleased to know about.
"Come on," Aunt Janet purred, hand moving to cover the ridge of my cock. "Tell me what's inside your head, Mikey. Do you think rude things when you're looking? Or have I made a real fool of myself?"
Lust surged and rose to the boil. I gulped and looked down at the unbelievable sight of her hand covering the bulge in my jeans. Oh, I knew it was her hand, saw the wedding ring. Despite the recent and very emotional split from her husband, Janet hadn't taken it off. What I had trouble getting past was the fact that she was my aunt, my mother's sister, and that was her palm I could feel pressing my dick.
"You do like me, don't you, Mikey?"
I could hear the first strains of doubt in her tone, caught the sound in her voice. There was a flicker of it behind her eyes when I looked at her face.
"Aunt Janet," I said on a groan, "I think you're lovely."
***
The groan and those words galvanised my aunt. I still wasn't working at full speed where logical thought was concerned, that train was still slowly pulling out of the station, and before I fully caught on to the reality of the situation, she had my jeans at my knees and my dick in her fist. How she came to loosen the belt, unfasten the button, and unzip my flies - let alone get the jeans down past my rump - I have no real recollection. But, the truth of it was my aunt was working my cock with her hand. She squeezed the shaft and rubbed the ball of her thumb over the dome, mumbling what sounded like nonsense while she squirmed her rump against my bed.
"Oh, fuck," I grunted, already starting to work my hips.
"You like it, dirty boy?"
I looked at my aunt's face and saw her expression all avid and hungry, sort of feral as she eyed my dick and her fist jacking my length. I wondered, through the shock and the sweetness, at how much she seemed to enjoy what she was doing. After all, what pleasure was she getting from this? But she was certainly getting something out of it. The catch at the back of her throat when she spoke and the wild look in her eye told me my aunt was getting a definite thrill from wanking my dick.
"Naughty, dirty boy," she crooned. "I saw you looking. I saw you, Mikey. What were you thinking? Were you thinking about my tits? Were you thinking about fucking your aunt?"
The way she said dirty had an effect. I was simultaneously and paradoxically humiliated and aroused. Horny beyond my experience. My own mother's sister knew about my sexual desire, feelings so dark and clandestine I should have been mortified over her knowledge. And, under different conditions I would have been mortified, but the actuality was she was cranking my cock. Unbelievable and unlikely as the act was, my aunt was working her fist up and down the length, sighing and speaking of depravity in the crudest of terms. To hear her say "fucking" brought forth a moan from my balls to my throat.
The nastiness caused the rush. By then I was fucking her hand. Instinct had taken over, all confusion swept away by the tide of lust as my cock spat jism in such a huge and vehement surge some of the hot stuff splashed against Janet's cheek.
She yelped when it hit her. My aunt flinched back away from me, more of the goo arcing up from the eye in my dick. Spunk spattered down in an indiscriminate rain. Dollops of it pooled on my aunt's skirt while more of the stuff was smeared over her arm. Even as the pleasure took me and I groaned and sobbed my delight, I noticed a snotty rope of cum in her hair and dark, wet stains on her blouse.
"Oh, God, Mikey!" Aunt Janet squeaked. "You're coming! Oh, God, just look at you come!"
Lost in the throes, I juddered and shook. I moaned and gasped and felt the last spasms of that wonderful climax as the rush tapered off to dribble and ooze.
"You filthy, dirty, lovely boy," my aunt muttered as she stood up and leaned at the waist to loom over me. Then she grinned and ducked in to plant a kiss on my mouth.
A moment later, she was gone. I saw my aunt's backside sway side-to-side as she left my room, my cock seeping cum, spunk staining my bed.
***
The sound of squealing tyres and gunfire brought me back to reality. I can't say how long I'd been laid there, but the cum was cold and Starsky and Hutch were involved in the inevitable shoot-out.
Focussed on reality again, I threw a glance at the television, then gazed at my cock for half-a-minute or so. Did that really happen? Had my aunt actually wanked me off? It didn't seem real, but the evidence was there in blobs of spunk.
The images came to mind: Janet's expression while she muttered the profanity; her eyes, the hungry stare; the dirty words she muttered and gasped while milking my semen.
That's when the excitement ballooned again. Reckless desire swelled, and it was a sudden imperative that I find my Aunt Janet because I wanted more of the same. I wanted her body, all that ripe magnificence in my hands, her nipples in my mouth and my cock working inside her.
I almost fell off the bed in my haste. Then only just saved myself from a headlong dive after trying to run with my jeans down at my shins. I hauled up the recalcitrant leggings and bolted from my room, desperate to find her.
Part 2 of the scene.
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GA - Da Nang, Vietnam - 21st of October 2017.
*****
I couldn't speak when I found her. My aunt was in her bedroom and, despite my enthusiasm and flaming desire, my nerve failed when I saw her.
When I arrived, holding my jeans up at my waist, Aunt Janet was dabbing at the mess on her skirt. She was busy and didn't notice my presence So I just stood there, staring, insides swirling like a washing machine until my aunt looked up.
Her eyes held my gaze and, while my aunt stared back at me, time seemed to lose all definition. Reality turned elastic, all of a sudden. Seconds or minutes. Days, weeks, or years. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. Both of us just looking across the surreal expanse of space-time between us. I wanted to look away, but couldn't.
Aunt Janet stood with a hand towel balled in her fist, cum on her skirt, the gloopy string drying in her hair.
After an eternity, I saw Janet's throat work as she swallowed heavily. Then she said, "Got a bit carried away, didn't we?"
I wasn't sure what she meant. To my ears it sounded ambiguous. Was she saying she regretted what had happened between us, or was she just making light of it out of embarrassment?
While I struggled to formulate some response, my aunt went on. She asked, "How do you feel?"
I didn't have an answer and, the end, I just shrugged and gave a shake of my head.
I saw fear in her eyes when Janet said, "Do you hate me?"
The question made me blink because amid all the surprise and confusion and other stuff going on, hate was the furthest emotion away from what I felt at that time.
It took some doing, but I got the words out after a bit of an effort. "No, Aunt Janet," I said.
It got awkward after that. I felt silly and self-conscious. I wanted more but didn't have the confidence to just go in and grab her. My aunt was in her late thirties, a year or two younger than my mother while I was nineteen. Experience on my part was a limited commodity, and that lack of worldly knowledge had a bearing on my response. I wasn't sure what Aunt Janet was thinking, how she might react if I did or said something wrong.
Eventually, my aunt gave me a half-smile, a rueful grin before she said, "Do you want to come in?" When I didn't move, she added, "You might as well, Mikey. You're making the place look untidy. And I suppose we're going to have to talk about it at some point." My aunt shrugged. "Might as well be now."
So I stepped into her bedroom, unsure, trepidation and lust a curious mix sloshing around.
***
We sat on her bed, side-by-side. Not as close as we'd been in my room, but close enough so that the same sensations welled inside me. I might have only just come, but my cock was thick and capable, pumped up with need.
"So, tell me, Mikey, did you ... uhm ... enjoy what went on?"
It was strange to see my aunt so unsure, but desire saw me through any uncertainty on my part.
"It was fantastic, Aunt Janet," I gasped.
My aunt pouted and said, "But don't you think it's a bit wrong? Well, a lot wrong," she went on with a wry chuckle. "You know, me being who I am. What just happened isn't what people are supposed to do. We're family, Mikey." Aunt Janet barked a laugh, the sound startling me. "I wouldn't have believed it myself," she told me. "I don't know, Mikey; I think I might be a little bit touched in the head. I got carried away. Went a bit crazy, I suppose."
"Are you sorry, Aunt Janet?"
She paused and looked to be thinking about it. "I wouldn't say I'm sorry about it, Mikey. Surprised at myself, yes. Worried about you talking about it to anyone else, too. If it got out-"
I blurted out, "I won't say anything," stopping her short.
My aunt pulled a face and looked doubtful. "I'm sure you mean it, but these things do have a tendency to trip us up. After a couple of drinks, when it doesn't seem to matter. You might be talking to one of your friends..."
"Aunt Janet, I won't," I said, emphatic. I remembered the look on her face, her focused enthusiasm and, on a rush of excitement, asked, "Did you enjoy it?"
I gulped and felt the dark urges rise up in a hot tide at the tone in her voice when, after a pause, she croaked, "It turned me on so much, Mikey. Your lovely cock ... All that spunk ... The noises you made."
To hear my aunt say "cock" and "spunk" caused yet another pulse of desire through my dick. Regardless of what had already passed between us, it was still weird to hear her use those bad words.
"I liked it, too," I said, need making me bold. "Really liked it, Aunt Janet."
"I saw," she said, her tone heavy with need.
The sentences gurgled out of me like filthy water down a drain. "I want more, Aunt Janet," I said. "I want to do things with you."
***
At first I thought I'd said something wrong. My aunt's focus flicked away from me. She chewed on her lower lip, expression distant and distracted, like she was thinking. She gulped, throat working, her attention going to the door.
Then she looked at me and asked, "Do you know how serious that would be, Mikey?"
"Serious? What do you mean?"
"The consequences, sweetheart. If anyone ever found out. Incest isn't something we want to be caught doing. It would be ruinous for both of us. If your mother knew, Mikey. God, there'd be ructions. There would be no recovery from a secret like that getting out."
"It would be bad if she found out about what's already happened, Aunt Janet," I reminded her.
My aunt's eyes narrowed. "Are you planning on blackmail, Mikey?"
The question took me by surprise. "Nuh-no," I stammered into the blue frost of her stare. "I wouldn't ... I'm not..."
Janet sighed and slowly shook her head. She relaxed, attention remaining fixed on my face. "God, you're right," she breathed. "Wanking you off is almost as bad as it gets. I can't imagine she'd be too pleased."
I had nothing to say. I was still reeling, still more than a little confused, not to mention the hot rush of desire and temptation I felt to lunge in and maul at her breasts.
"Oh, Mikey," Aunt Janet sighed. "It would be an insane thing to do. My nephew? The two of us...? Together?"
Sensing that my aunt was wavering, I blurted out an urgent, "I'll never tell anyone, Aunt Janet. I promise. I swear..."
"God," Janet said while she winced and shook her head side-to-side. "You better bloody not, Mikey."
And when she turned to face me square on, her boobs aimed right at me, I knew I had her.
Especially when my aunt mumbled, "I must be fucking crazy to even think about this," and moved in close for a tentative kiss.
***
Time did that stretchy thing again. Everything distorted, my universe shrinking to the four walls around us. Reality slewed like I'd swallowed a pill, a mind-bending drug. I heard the rustle and sigh of Aunt Janet's clothing as she broke away from that tender, almost shy kiss and rose to her feet. Her expression was unreadable as she tilted her face towards me, fingers going to the zip at the side of her skirt.
"I'm not as thin as I used to be," Aunt Janet said. "You'll be used to skinny, perfect girls, not old women," she added, her gaze locked on my face.
"I think you're lovely," I told her, willing Janet to unzip the skirt. "Please," I breathed.
Janet thrust her chin towards the window and the world beyond. "Do me a favour," she said. "Go and draw the curtains."
I got off the bed and did as she asked. I closed it all out, pulled the curtains together so that the sense of a condensed universe got even tighter. Then, when I turned to face my aunt, with enough daylight filtering in I could still see her quite clearly, I saw she'd removed her skirt and was standing there in her blouse and briefs and shoes, expression uncertain.
Janet confirmed her anxiety by whispering, "Are you sure I'll do?"
Which is when I went to her and grasped her around the waist, my eyes moving from the precipitous cleavage up to her face.
"You're fucking gorgeous," I said on a growl.
And then we were kissing, my hard-on pressed against my aunt's thigh.
***
The bold move to kiss my aunt must have been the right thing to do. I grabbed her and put my mouth down on hers, my cock against her leg. As desire raged inside me, I felt my aunt go tense, our lips mashed together until she then suddenly gasped and just about sucked my tongue out by the root.
Aunt Janet went berserk. Not in any angry, crazy, violent way. No, what she did was moan and groan and grind up against me, her tongue writhing and swirling with mine, hands moving over my back while I got all brave with desire and squeezed both her buttocks.
"God, this is so fucking insane," my Aunt Janet muttered, her stare on my face.
I had her in a tight embrace. Only just able to hold onto coherent thoughts while the beast raged within.
"I want to fuck you," I said, gasping it out. "I don't care about anything else."
The kissing started again. Incredibly, even hotter and more desperate than the previous time. We grappled and moaned, pressed our bodies together, my aunt's skin under my fingers when I slid my hands into her briefs. I squeezed the cheeks of her rump, the tip of my right forefinger slipping into the heat between her legs as I probed and fingered the taboo territory between her thighs.
I found her sodden in her excitement, my hand moving around to the front, Janet's pubic bush crinkly under my palm.
"Dirty boy," Aunt Janet groaned. She wriggled against me, actively rubbing her clit over my digits. "Finger my twat," she said before she grimaced and moaned. "Play with it, Mikey. Tickle my clitty."
I went at it using my limited experience and a lot of instinct, and my aunt's mumbles and moans and the way she squirmed under my touch gave me more clues about how to proceed. My cock felt like it would explode with pent up longing as I rubbed Janet's vulva, a finger slipping and sliding over the nub of her clit before she grabbed my wrist and physically led me to insert a digit inside her.
"Rub me right there," she grunted, eyes glazing over.
Aunt Janet's expression went all strange and dreamy, somehow feral yet slack at the same time. She sucked on her lower lip, hips working back-and-forth so she could fuck against my hand, a small area of roughness under the tip of the fingers I had buried inside her.
I'm not sure how long we were stood that way. I was too busy doing my best to give my aunt pleasure, as well as trying to imprint all these new and exciting sensations onto my memory. It might have been minutes or it might have been seconds, but, in the end, with a snort of frustration, my aunt disengaged and stepped back.
"We're going to do this," my aunt snarled, determined.
Then she hauled down her knickers to expose her dense black bush.
I boggled, shocked to see my aunt's intimate place, the surprising hairiness of it sending a jolt of yearning through my core.
Her snarled instruction brought my focus back from the luxuriant triangle of dark hair up to her face. "Get your clothes off, Mikey," she said. "No more fucking about. If we're doing this, we're doing it right."
"Oh God, Aunt Janet," I groaned when she unbuttoned the blouse.
"Yes," she smirked, the blouse parachuting to the floor, "you wanted to see my tits, didn't you, dirty boy. Well," she added, unclasping the bra. "Here they are."
All I had to do was step out of my jeans, which were around my ankles. My aunt held out her hands to stop me from launching myself at those weighty orbs, her breasts swaying as she stood and allowed me to feast my eyes on her bountiful curves. "Clothes off, Mikey," she reminded me. "Naked. Now."
I undressed in a hurry, eager to get to my aunt. I wanted to devour her. To kiss and suck and touch. I wanted to get her onto her back so I could spread her legs and get my tongue into her body. The dense matt of fur between her legs excited me, but I wanted to slurp at her essence, to lap at her sex and taste her need.
I'd never licked a woman before, and then, of course, what I ultimately desired was to sink my length into her molten embrace, to slide in up to my balls before I began rutting in earnest.
When I was naked, my dick waggling around in front of me, tumescence revived, I went to my aunt and kissed her, again.
"Incest, Mikey," my aunt breathed. Her breasts spilled over my fingers and palms while she cranked at my dick with one of her hands. "Isn't it just wicked?"
"I don't care what it's called," I said, gurgling my need. "I just want to fuck you."
My aunt smirked at me and winked. "Oh, sweetheart, we're going to do that, don't you fret. We're going to fuck and a lot more besides. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb," Aunt Janet added.
I sucked at her teats, the nipples long and thick as they showed her desire. I moaned around a mouth full of tit-flesh, my fingers back inside Janet's body, working away at that little rough patch that she seemed to love being fingered so much. By then we were on the bed, skin gliding under my palm when I explored her contours, my brain finally catching up with events.
"I can't believe this," I gasped.
Aunt Janet broke away from me. "What? Can't believe what?"
"You're my aunt."
Janet sat up, boobs swinging and rolling. She looked at me, serious. "Do you want to stop?"
I felt a flash of panic when, just for a moment, I thought it was all going wrong. "Stop! No way," I cried.
"Good," Janet said with a smirk. "Because neither do I." She ducked in and kissed my mouth, then added, "We can talk later, Mikey. But, for now, how about we get down to the nitty-gritty?"
***
She was on her back, legs folded at the knees, fingers splaying her folds so the scarlet flesh contrasted in a shocking way with dark forest of hair. My aunt smirked and then winced when she teased her clit with the tip of a finger. The coins of her areolae were puckered with obvious need, nipples elongated points while her eyes flashed fire.
"Are you going to put it in, or are you going to kneel up there and stare all afternoon?"
I blinked, a hand jacking my dick. I'd been gawping, transfixed, stunned by my aunt's body and the look on her face.
"You're so gorgeous," I mumbled, the words clotted and thick.
"Sweet-talker," Aunt Janet replied. "You can keep saying that all you want, Mikey. I love hearing you tell me I'm lovely." She worked at her clit and then slid two fingers inside. I watched for a few seconds, the dark urges roiling and bubbling. Aunt Janet's wrist was cocked so she could get at that spot with her fingers. She was up on one elbow, rocking back-and-forth, boobs swaying in that peculiar way I would become so familiar with. The jiggling flesh brought forth a deep groan from my chest.
"I want to taste it," I growled, cranking my dick.
Then I was down there snuffling and snorting. I lapped at my aunt like a thirsty dog at a bowl, her squeak of delight telling me I was doing okay. I thought it was wonderful down at that place. My first taste of a woman and it was my own beautiful aunt.
"That's lovely, Mikey," Aunt Janet told me after a few minutes. "But I think we should do it now. I ... I want to feel you inside me. It's going to be such a wicked, dirty thing ... It's incest. It's so wrong and exciting."
The moment of truth was upon us. I knew I had to move in and consummate our immoral, clandestine and very delicious relationship. My aunt was going to become my lover. I was going to fuck my mother's sister.
"We can never, ever tell," Aunt Janet whispered as I held myself over her body. "This has to be our secret, Mikey."
"I promise," I gasped, my cock touching her flesh. "I love you," I groaned, the words rising from nowhere.
My aunt's eyes were wide as she looked from where my cock-head nudged her sex up to my eyes and then down again. "That's just you being randy," muttered my aunt. Then she added, "Oh dear, we're actually going to do it. This is so unreal."
Janet reached up with the arm that wasn't supporting her weight. She hooked her fingers around my neck, gaze locking on mine. We kissed as she eased her hips up towards me, her body taking half of my dick.
"Don't love me yet," Aunt Janet grunted when she took all of me in. "This first time I just want to fuck. I'm too fucking worked up to love."
I heard her say "first time", which meant we were going to do this more than once, and elation burst in my chest.
Then we were moving, my aunt shunting her pelvis, boobs rolling.
Sweet sensations spread through my body, the focus down at my cock while the fucking started to get urgent and more robust.
We both got into the rhythm. We grunted and gasped, moaned and mumbled while our flesh slap-slapped together. I kissed my aunt, slurping at her tongue with obscene hunger. I was desperate to be inside her. It wasn't enough to be in her body up to my nuts, my cock slippery with the slick mix of our lust. Nor was it sufficient to have my tongue stuck in her mouth. I needed to possess my Aunt Janet. To meld with her body and spirit.
"Come if you need to," my aunt squealed up into my face. Her tummy was creased with the little spare flesh that she carried at her middle, boobs swinging and rippling when I kept up the furious beat of my cock into her body. Both her feet were up off the bed, toes pointed, her weight on her elbows and forearms. Aunt Janet must have recognised the signs of my impending climax, seen it in the grimace of urgency I could see in her face, too. I must have been making some sort of bestial noises, grunts and moans and maybe a bad word or two. "If you come it'll get me there as well," my aunt told me while she rubbed at her clit and fell back onto the bed. "But if you want to keep fucking..." she finished.
In response, after another long, slurping kiss, I moaned at my aunt while saying, "I don't ever want this to stop."
A moment later, after some quick, athletic moving around, I found myself standing at the foot of the bed, my aunt on her hands and knees, her hips in my hands while she fucked back onto my dick. Janet reached under her body and fingered her bean while I watched in awe when her buttocks rippled under the force of her thrusting.
When Aunt Janet started to buck and squeak, I leaned in low over her back so I could hold her heavy breasts in my palms. She sobbed out her joy while I mauled at her tits, with Janet juddering in the throes of her orgasm, my cock spitting whatever juice I had left into her body.
We groaned and mumbled nonsense together until the violence diminished. After that, both of us sucking in air, we collapsed onto the bed, me spooning my aunt, her rump up against my stomach.
After a minute, or maybe a little longer, when we'd both calmed enough for coherent speech, my aunt rolled around so we were face-to-face and, strange as it may seem after we'd been so intimate together, I felt shy and a little awkward when she fixed her blue eyes on my face.
"Bloody hell, Mikey," Janet breathed, gazing at me. "What have we just done?" She sucked in a breath and let it out on a long exhale. "We can't ever take it back, you know. This is always going to be there."
I felt a rush of affection for my aunt. I didn't care about any of that. I was just thrilled to have experienced her ripeness.
"You do realise how serious this is, don't you?" She asked the question after I articulated my feelings and then moved in quick to kiss her mouth.
"I think so," I said.
I could tell my aunt was worried, and I did my utmost to reassure her it would all be okay. We then kissed some more, languid instead of the desperate slurping and sucking it had been during the sex. I ran a palm over her skin and savoured the silky texture while also exploring Janet's curves. Then we dozed, slipping deeper into sleep, tender endearments having passed between us. Neither one of us wanted to stop the affair, which is what Janet called it. Although she kept on telling me how careful we would have to be, how very dangerous it was.
Third chapter in the scene.
The affair with his aunt continues with them getting careless about the risks.
GA - Da Nang, Vietnam - 22nd of October 2017.
My aunt kept her cool when the slamming door jolted us both from slumber. While I lay there like a slab of insensible meat, she threw back the cover and, naked, stood at the side of the bed, looking down at me with her fists on her hips.
Even as the panic fluttered in the pit of my stomach, I could still appreciate my aunt's body as she said, "Shit, is that the bloody time? Give me a minute, Mikey. I'll go down and say hello. You bugger off back to your room. I'll tell your mum you're in the loo."
Aunt Janet went to the door and grabbed her dressing gown from its hook. I had a wonderful view of her bottom as she hip-swayed away, my dick readying up for another go.
"And try to behave normally, Mikey," Aunt Janet said. She slipped the gown over her shoulders and tightened the belt. "We'll talk later." My aunt paused at the door and looked at me with intense seriousness before finishing with, "Did you hear what I said?"
I gulped and nodded. "Yes. I heard you. I ... I understand. Bedroom. I'm in the toilet. Behave normally."
"I bloody hope you do understand," Aunt Janet said with a brisk nod.
Then she left me in the ruin of her bed while my brain, with the frenzy of a five-year old's birthday party, worked through all that had happened.
***
We got away with it. Which was predictable, really. My mother would have come home from work without any clue something momentous had just occurred in her house. Why should she suspect a thing? Why would even cross her mind that her sister and son had become lovers? How was she to know we'd rolled around Aunt Janet's bed in incestuous joy? Okay, I was awkward at first. When I went downstairs and saw them together, my aunt and my mother chattering away, Janet at the table with a cup of tea in front of her while my mother unpacked a small bag of groceries, I felt sure my mother would read it all in my face. I was certain some sixth sense would kick in and she'd somehow just know.
But she didn't. My mum threw me a quick hello and then kept talking to her sister. Bright and breezy. The normality of it oddly surreal to me.
A day passed. Then another. By the third day my aunt and I were getting brave and reckless.
My aunt would do things to tease me. Little tricks like moving past me in the kitchen but squeezing in close. She would press her rump up against me, even grinding her backside over my seemingly permanent erection. I had no control over my cock. My penis, in its perpetual state of high arousal, leaked slippery gloop into my underwear, a phenomenon which also caused splotches of damp to appear on my jeans. She would also make quick and very frustrating excursions into the bathroom when I was in there. My aunt would kiss me and crank my dick for a minute or so; then leave me standing with the pressure building up in my balls. The result of all this was that as soon as we were alone together I would launch myself at my aunt. We'd rut, just fuck hard and fast while grappling and gasping and groaning. Sometimes I dumped all I had into my aunt's body, cum bathing her insides as I grunted at the sweet release and she sobbed at me to give her my everything. Other times she would wank me off over her breasts, the cum erupting over her wonderful tits, concentration etched onto her face. I pumped jism over her stomach, over her buttocks, and over myself. It was wild and exciting, the taboo of it only enhancing my desire for my mother's sister.
The only rule, by tacit agreement and never really discussed, was that we wouldn't do anything while my mother was in the house. Common sense, really. Given the consequences if we were caught.
But, a week after the affair began, even that little caveat got set aside and we were fucking upstairs while my mother was down in the kitchen.
The thrill of it intoxicated me. It was as addictive as it was stupid. It's toe-curling to think back at the wild chances we took. But, as we continued to get away with it, we both became more and more blasé to the outcome if we were discovered together.
We were asking, if not begging, for trouble.
***
One occasion saw my aunt inclined at the waist, angling her pelvis so her rump was thrust back at me while she offered it from behind. The way she held herself braced against the door with both hands meant she could really tease me with her shape. I thought she made a glorious sight with her dress around her waist, front buttons undone so I could lean in low and take hold of her big boobs dangling under her brisket, her tits cantilevered over her bra. I looked down at the feminine outline of Aunt Janet's waist and hips, stifled groan when I saw the oyster of her vulva nestled in the concavity at the top of her thighs, pubic hair matted and scraggly with the need that had siped from her body.
I gasped with the sheer delight of seeing her that way. I knew I was going to feel her sex all hot and wet as I sank into her molten embrace, my cock slipping in in one easy glide.
We were in her bedroom, both in a state of dishabille while we took our chance at a quick, frantic fuck. Aunt Janet had both hands up against the door while I stood behind her, my jeans at my shins, my hands on her buttocks so I could splay the cheeks wide and get a good long look at the scarlet gape of her cunt.
"Come on, dirty-boy," my Aunt Janet moaned. She swayed her hips side-to-side and grinned back at me over one shoulder. "Fuck me. Make it rough as you like. You can do it inside me. I want to feel all your muck in my knickers for the rest of the evening."
I couldn't resist such a lewd invitation. The crude was she said it brought my hands from her bottom, fingers going to my cock so I could hold myself at her opening, the spare hand going to one of her breasts.
The pliant texture of tit-flesh and the velvety feel to her skin brought out the beat. I growled and fucked at my aunt, fingers kneading her boobs. I fondled and pinched the long, thick teats of Aunt Janet's nipples, something she loved me to do. Then we were working at it together and our bodies slap-slap-slapped together in a robust thwacking of flesh upon flesh. We groaned and gasped, with Aunt Janet craning around, swivelling at the waist while reaching back to curl her fingers around my neck. She pulled me in close, the position awkward while we kissed in a slobbering, slurping swirl of tongues. We were both mad with need and arousal, desperate to scratch the interminable itch.
I was inside my aunt, up to the hilt, an arm around her middle while I kept my cock in deep and thrust in an attempt to go even deeper. She mumbled and moaned and sobbed out she loved what I did to her, adored how it felt to take me into her body.
"I can't leave you alone," my Aunt Janet informed me.
She had just gasped it out when the knock at the door shocked me like someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water over us both.
"Oh, fuck," my aunt croaked when my mother called out her name.
The knock came again, three quick yet insistent taps at the door.
"Janet, are you in there? Have you seen Michael?"
"Not for a while," Janet called back.
She sounded so normal. Not like a woman disturbed in the incestuous act of taking her nephew's bare cock into her body. And I was still up to my nuts inside my aunt, too stunned to do anything more than gape in horror at the door. My mother was only inches away. All she had to do was push down on the handle and open the door.
We were caught. I was literally caught with my trousers down, my hard-on in my aunt's body. There was no way to bluff a way out of the situation. What reasonable explanation could there be for me to be in my aunt's bedroom? Janet with her boobs exposed, me with a red face and an erection glistening with gloop.
Then, in a move which appalled me but which I was powerless to prevent, my aunt shoved her hips and buttocks at me, effectively rejecting my cock. She let her dress fall to its natural length halfway down her thighs, scooping her breasts into her bra before she then opened the door.
I hid, caught in the gap between the door and the wall. Fear and panic rose and almost choked me. And I would have spluttered and coughed if I'd been breathing at the time. But I wasn't taking in air at all. Shocked as I was in the abrupt change in circumstances, it was about all I could manage to stay on my feet, mind empty of everything except the numbing certainty my mother would walk in and see me there, jeans at my shins, cock slick with her sister's desire.
"I haven't seen him," Aunt Janet lied, as smooth as a politician on polling day.
I heard my mother tut in annoyance. "I need him to move the bins," she said. "They're too heavy for me. Where the hell has he got to?"
Continuing with the cool, unperturbed way in which she spoke to my mother, Aunt Janet shrugged and threw out a casual, "Might be out chasing a girl. You know what they're like at his age."
"Mmm," my mother returned, doubt in the sound. "I'll clip his ear when I find him," she added.
Aunt Janet chuckled. "He'll turn up," she said.
My aunt pushed the door closed and immediately put her hand over my mouth before I could gasp in relief.
"Shh," she hissed, eyes open wide.
"We can't," I told her when, a minute later, she went down to suck at my cock. "What if-?"
But my aunt cut me short with a snort of derision, shutting off any further comments by pressing her boobs together with my dick sandwiched in-between.
Even though I felt vulnerable, exposed in a manner different to my bare backside bouncing up and down as I fucked into Janet, my aunt on the bed, the pair of us going at it in the good old missionary position, I still couldn't leave her alone. That's how mad as I was for my aunt's body. Such was the lure of that pussy and her thick, dark pubic thatch, I still had to shag her. It didn't matter that my mother had all but found us mid-stroke. And there was a very real chance my mum might come knocking again, but that didn't stop me from fucking Aunt Janet and letting my cum flood into her body.
***
I woke up from a dream. Nothing rude. Just a dream. I had been so thoroughly milked of semen over the past couple of weeks that my nocturnal imaginings were as far removed from the erotic as they could be. Sex with Aunt Janet meant I slept soundly for a full eight hours and longer, which meant I was a bit woolly in the head when I woke up in the middle of the night.
A shadow, darker than the night time around it, flickered on the edge of my peripheral vision. At the same time I noticed the movement, I heard a whisper of what sounded like clothing being removed as a figure approached my bed.
The shape paused, standing right at the side of my bed, almost invisible while I strained to see.
Groggy as I was, I couldn't make sense of what was going on. "What is it?" I asked.
"Shh," came hissing at me out of the dark. Then my bed dipped and I was forced to shunt to one side.
"Aunt Janet," I moaned when she grabbed hold of my dick.
She shushed me again, jacking my length while shutting me up with a kiss.
Any resistance evaporated during that kiss. It was an insane risk. It was the middle of the night, God knew what time and darker than dark. We couldn't afford to make any noise. The slightest sound - a groan, the creak of bedsprings, anything - could mean we'd be caught. But, as usual, when the lust boiled inside me I was mindless to the chances of being discovered.
My aunt went down and sucked my cock. She moaned and gasped around the mouthful, her movements telling me she was working her fingers between her legs, teasing her clit and fingering inside.
A couple of minutes of that and I was desperate to fuck her. I told her so, mumbled it out so she came up, kissed me, and then moved to climb onto my cock.
The bed dipped and heaved as we fucked. I heard her snorts and murmurs of pleasure while her sex squelched over my length. My hands were full of her body, kneading and mauling, palms gliding over her skin until she rolled off me and hauled me on top.
We made slow, gentle love that way. Guided by her tempo, I went up onto straight arms and listened to her sighing and moaning, taking my cue from the way she moved beneath me and the noises she made.
After that, as tender emotions and love for my aunt ballooned inside me, she went onto her hands and knees, the position apparent when I felt for her body in the dark.
I pumped cum inside my aunt after fucking her from behind. I grunted and would have bellowed in delight had I not remembered in time just where we were and who else was in the house. Somehow, by some miracle of self-control and will-power, I kept the sounds within. Instead, I thrust into my aunt as deep as I could go, fingers digging into her hips while the hot stuff gushed and the joy overwhelmed me.
As soon a she'd taken my seed, my aunt got out of bed, leaned in to kiss me, mumbled my name, and then picked up whatever clothing she had let drop to the floor.
Her shape moved to the door. She opened it and, after a pause, stepped out into the hallway.
The metallic click told me she'd gone and the relief flooded through me that we'd gotten away with it again.
***
I got up late the following morning. My mother had gone to work by the time I surfaced, but Aunt Janet was still in the kitchen.
My aunt grinned when she saw me. She got up from the table and moved in to kiss my mouth "Good morning," she said.
"I haven't brushed my teeth," I told her, turning away so her lips touched my cheek.
"You should go and do it," Janet replied. "I'm in the mood, Mikey."
I laughed and shook my head in wry amusement. "You're always in the mood, Aunt Janet."
"Ha, says you," Janet retorted. "You never turn me down, sweetheart."
"I don't believe you came to my room last night," I said.
I felt the first tremor of doubt when I saw Janet's face. My mind jumped back to what I realised was a discordant note in the symphony of the night before. In my mind's-eye I saw the shadow leaning over me, her lips against mine before she muttered my name.
The words which came out of my aunt made me blink, confused.
Aunt Janet shook her head, frowning. She said, "What? Last night? Your room?"
I gulped, an indefinable emotion lurching way down deep in the pit of my stomach.
"Yes, you came to my room. We ... We did it." I gasped.
Her wide eyes and gaping O for a mouth told me my aunt wasn't joking with me.
"I didn't come to your room last night, Mikey. What the hell do you mean?"
And there could only be one explanation. If it wasn't my aunt who'd sucked and ridden my cock and fucked back onto me while on her hands and knees...?
"She called me Michael not Mikey," I whispered.
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