Snowy Night With Aunt Cindy by ProfessorFate

Snowy Night With Aunt Cindy by ProfessorFate

Get ready for an enticing escapade in ‘Snowy Night With Aunt Cindy’ by ProfessorFate. Set against the backdrop of a wintry evening, this adult sex story explores unexpected desires and passionate connections. Discover the thrilling chemistry that ignites between family during a night that’s anything but ordinary. Dive into a tale of temptation and intrigue that will leave you breathless!

In the dark corners of our minds lay the worst of us, stirring occasionally. This is a fantasy tale, pure fiction.

My Aunt Cindy was cool, and very sexy.

The oldest daughter, she was the best looking of the three sisters, including my mom.

Tall, dark hair, a great smile, long legs, always tan with a smattering of freckles. She had firm-looking “B” cup tits and a nice ass. Smart too, she was the first in the family to head off to college. She had a lot going for her, but I never really paid much attention.

Things took a turn the summer of ‘77, after I turned 18, just before I headed off to the Army.

I planned on spending a month on my Grandparents farm before shipping out, just to get my head straight.

The whole month my Aunt Cindy was always there, doing chores, gathering eggs, feeding the chickens; always with me watching.

It was hard not to watch her work.

She would throw on an old T shirt and her dark nipples would be clearly visible, straining against the material when they got hard.

Sometimes it was an old flannel shirt, the top few buttons unbuttoned allowing me to catch a glance of her tits while she bent over.

A few times I thought it was intentional, allowing me a long look at her tits hanging under the soft flannel.

But I was in the Army a few weeks later, my gorgeous Aunt just a memory.

While I did my three years in the Army she got married and moved out to California.

She once sent me a letter with a pic of her in a string bikini on a beach, looking tan and thin.

I taped that one in my locker and kept it through my Army hitch, looking at it every now and then and masturbating at the idea of spreading those long legs.

During my last year in the Army I heard about her divorce.

She had discovered her traveling salesman husband was fucking around on her. She was dumping him and moving back home.

I was happy to hear she was returning and I remember thinking how stupid her ex was to leave that gorgeous woman at home alone.

The ex-husband stayed in Cali and forty year old Aunt Cindy returned to the Midwest, moved to a mid-sized city in the state, got an apartment and a job in some kind of manufacturing.

By this time I was going to college about twenty-five miles down the highway, fucking my way around campus, making up for lost time spent in the Army.

The cornucopia of girls available while I was stationed in Germany became a dim memory during the damn near monk-like final two years I spent at Fort Riley.

I was busy making up for those two years of celibacy.

I was 22 and a muscular 180 pounds when I got out of the Army, and suddenly I was turning heads.

There were damn few single girls to fuck in my home town, but even though the college nightlife on the weekends was much more fun, I still had to go back home to visit the family once a month at the least.

I always included a visit to the farm on those trips home, with the hope she would be there as well.

Many times she was there, in shorts, helping my Grandparents with chores.

My good-looking Aunt had gone through a series of boyfriends since her return, and I met a few of the losers she was boning. I remembered thinking that she must be horny as hell to fuck some of these guys.

One night we were at the fence near the horse barn, watching the sun go down. As we leaned against the fence a big horse began approaching a mare.

The horse’s long cock emerged and he mounted the mare, sliding the huge length into her. As the stallion fucked the mare, Cindy looked at me and gave me a funny, knowing smile.

As the horse dismounted and trotted off his thick cum continued to pour out of the mare.

“Lucky horse,” I said.

“Which one?” she countered, smiling.

After I turned back to the animals I saw her sneak a glance at my crotch.

Out at the farm I was turning my Aunts head as well.

One winter night while heading home from college I drove into one of those Midwest blizzards that turn roads into skating rinks.

I had to get off the highway and ended up at a run-down Super 8 for the night.

Cindy heard of my snowy night stuck in town a few days later.

“You get stuck in town again, just call me and come to my place; you don’t need to spend money on a hotel room.”

I filed that information away for the future.

Less than one month later I’m driving Hwy 30 looking at a crappy ground blizzard about twenty miles west of town. It was everything the weatherman said it would be. It had been a little dodgy getting myself the twenty-five miles to her town, and I was hoping she was home.

And alone.

I pulled into a gas station and dropped a dime into a payphone.

“Hello?…”

“Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. Hey, sorry for calling so late – I’m driving through and the roads are bad. I just pulled into town and was going to get a room when I remembered what you said…if it’s OK”

“Of course,” she said. “Head over here. Webb Road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk.

“Hello?.”

“Aunt Cindy, it’s Mike. The roads are bad and I’m just outside of GI. I was going to get a room…”

“Don’t get a room,” she said. “Head over here. Webb road, you remember.” She sounded a little drunk.

“OK,” about 15 minutes.“

I pulled into a visitor spot and walked up to the brick units, and knocked.

Cindy answered the door in a man’s dress shirt that went almost to her knees. I wondered if that’s all she had on.

“Get in out of the cold.” She smiled and gave me a hug as I stepped in and I felt her small firm tits under the material.

She was holding a wide glass in one hand, and I smelled whiskey.

“Put your stuff down and relax. Want something to drink? I like your hair now, that’s nice.”

“Whatever you’re having, Cindy. Sorry to keep you up. I didn’t want to go any farther in the snow…”’ I sat on the couch, her place was warm , neat and clean.

“Don’t worry about that, I told you to stop by next time.” She handed me a whiskey on the rocks. And changed the music. There was a kind of fake electric fireplace that cast most of the light.

“College suits you then How are the girls?”

“They’re alright.” I said

“Don’t be that way – I know a good-looking guy like you is getting plenty”

“I do alright, I guess.”

“Better than me, this town is the pits for men.”

She filled her glass. “My boss asked to screw me last week. Can you believe that? What an ass.”

Her top few buttons were unbuttoned and I could see her cleavage, and when she sat down on the couch she drew a leg up and could see her panties, with a dark bush under them.

“The last time I saw you I was at the farm…I think..I was thinking Jesus he grew up into a stud.” “Thanks.” I said attending to my drink, but she wasn’t paying attention.

“It’s not fair, this is going to waste, I just want a man, you know?” she slurred, her brunette hair falling in front of her eyes.

I moved over and put my arm around her

“You think I’m OK, right?”

“Better than OK” I replied

“I like your tight jeans. ‘Cause I can look at your butt. ‘An I can look at your bulge.” She burst out laughing when she said this and almost spilled her drink.

“You’re being very bad,” I observed, pulling her a bit closer and kissing her on the forehead.

She got very quiet and lifted her lips up to meet mine. I let her press her lips to mine, and when she did I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She made a low sound, deep in her throat. We began making out, hard, passionate kisses.

Suddenly she pulled away, breathless. “I…I want to…” She said weakly.

“It’s OK. I want to. You’re so sexy. So hot.” I took her hand and put it on my bulging crotch – my cock was straining the buttons of my Levi 501’s. She took another large sip of her whiskey, and I pulled her in for more. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t take the initiative either. She let me have my way.

I slipped a hand under her shirt and cupped one of her tits, the nipple was hard under my fingers. She moaned and leaned back – I unbuttoned the dress shirt – a left over from a previous boyfriend – and opened it up to reveal her small round tits.

Her hand was softly rubbing the bulge in my jeans. I stood and undid my belt, and unbuttoned my Levi’s.

I reached into my briefs and pulled out my hard cock. Her eyes locked on my penis and one hand reached out and gripped it.

As I stood and watched, my Aunt Cindy took my cock in her mouth with a loan moan.

I watched in amazement as the head of my fat dick disappeared between her lips.

As it entered her mouth, her eyes became unfocused, her arms hung limp at her sides, and she seemed resigned to the act. Maybe surrendering to it was a better word

She pulled back to get a breath, her head drooped and she mumbled something about it being “…wrong”.

I took her by the chin and lifted her head until I was looking into her hazel eyes.

“Its just like fucking a stranger. A stranger you saw in a bar and brought home. A man you had a few drinks with. . A man with a big cock for you. Right?”

“Yes. Yes, yeah…” she stammered.

I brought my dick back to her lips and she opened her mouth wide to accommodate its girth.

I knelt on the shag carpet and grabbed the panties she was wearing with both hands and slipped them off.

I roughly pulled her forward and spread her legs, bringing her pussy to my hungry tongue. I went straight for her clit, licking it with the fullness of my tongue like an ice cream cone.

Her head was thrown back, her hands gripping the pillows she had arranged there before my arrival. As I licked her, one of her hands went to her tits and she began rubbing and squeezing it.

Her pelvis pushed back, grinding a little on my tongue and bucking when I hit her clit. I ran my tongue along her pussy lips and stuck it inside her as far as I could reach – her back arched and she groaned.

I was watching her face as my tongue explored her pussy and continued its assault on her clit – I couldn’t believe I had my mouth on the cunt of my lovely Aunt; and I had her on the edge of cumming.