Literotic asexstories – My Favorite Aunt Ch. 04 by masterofnymphoslut,masterofnymphoslut
Every evening Aunt Jean always had a great dinner prepared for us to enjoy. After dinner we would enjoy each other for dessert. Every night I would take my control of her a step further. Always trying to determine whatever boundaries there might be. After a week and a half I hadn’t found many. I did discover she wasn’t much into anal. Which was ok with me, because neither was I. I had a bad experience back at school with a girl who was into anal. That kind of turned me off to it.
Then there was the brevity of our time together. How real could our relationship be after only a week and a half? I asked myself that question every day as I was working around the house, keeping the place maintained. Then I realized I’ve known this woman my whole life. I spent weeks at a time with Uncle Bob and Aunt Jean when I was younger. There was already a connection there. She and uncle Bob were like a second pair of parents to me. Which is probably why I was so open to spending the summer working for her when the opportunity presented itself.
As our relationship developed, I discovered not only her needs, but needs that I had as well. The more I took control and dominated her, the deeper I felt the need within me to nurture and protect her. I knew our relationship flew in the face of every societal norm. Not only was she old enough to me my mom, she was my aunt. I also knew what most people would say with Jean and I only having been together for ten days. Nothing about our relationship made sense. But I knew who and what she was, what she needed, what I needed and what I wanted. To hell with societies norms. Every day brought a new depth of caring and love in me for this woman.
The intimacy we shared in the bedroom was just the outward expression of the need each of us had for the other. It was becoming more than just sex. Don’t get me wrong. As a healthy twenty-one year old, my sex drive was at its peak. And what twenty-one year old wouldn’t want to have a beautiful buxom woman available anytime he wanted. One that was willing to service my cock anytime and anywhere I wanted. But I was discovering my thoughts always drifted toward what it would take to satisfy and care for her needs. I had never worried about that with my previous girl friends at school. Now I found myself thinking more about her needs, then my own. But she confessed that’s what consumed her as well. My satisfaction. What a vicious cycle.
Nothing about our relationship made sense. But none of that mattered to either of us. The only thing that mattered to each of us was that we had been brought together for a reason. We were each filling a need in the other. And the more we met that need in the other person, the more we were driven in our desires for each other. In a very real sense, I couldn’t walk away from her and she couldn’t walk away from me. Our futures were now linked.
On top of all that, now there was the information I’d been given concerning my mom. I hadn’t been able to get the image out of my head of her checking out my cock. What was she thinking during those times? Why was she checking me out? It not only had me wondering, it had me aroused.
I walked in the back door and kicked off my shoes in the mud room. It was hot. My jeans and t-shirt clung to my body, soaked in my perspiration. I heard Jean exclaim, “I hate that!” as I walked in the kitchen.
“What do you hate?” I asked as I walked up beside her.
“I thought I had a couple different ingredients for what I needed to make this dish tonight. I don’t. Aaahhh. Now I have to rethink dinner.”
“No you don’t. We’re going out to eat tonight. Let me get showered first. Then we’ll go out. You pick the restaurant since you know this area. After dinner we’ll stop and get some groceries. There’s a couple things I want to get. I’m almost out of snacks.” I said with a smile.
“OK baby.” I could tell she was relieved of having to figure out another dinner. “Do you like Chinese?”
“I love Chinese!” I replied as I kept walking towards the stairs.
“Good. So do I. Then that’s where we’ll go.” Jean answered as she followed me up the stairs. “You know. You really do have a nice ass.” She complimented me as she followed me up.
I shook my ass in her face. “Well thank you ma’am.”
I walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed so I could undress. I peeled my t-shirt off, as it clung to my body, drenched in perspiration. Just as I lifted it over my head, Jean stood in front of me and dropped to her knees.
“Can I help you get undressed?” She asked smiling up at me as she reached for my belt.
I caressed her face with the back of my hand, sitting there amazed at her sexual appetite. I was beginning to realize it was insatiable. “Let me take a shower first sexy. I’m filthy and I stink.”
“Mmmm! That doesn’t bother me a bit baby. I love a man that smells after a days work.” I couldn’t resist her as she tugged at my pants and shorts, pulling them down my legs. Not that I wanted to. “There’s something about that smell I find intoxicating.”
She wrapped her soft, delicate hands around my cock. I noticed how small and delicate her hands were for the first time. I watched them caress my cock, bringing it to life. I laid my hands over hers as she stroked me. “I love your touch. Fuck! You have no idea how good that feels.” I moaned.
“I’m glad baby. Now why don’t you just lay back and let me take care of you.” She said softly as she pushed me back till I was laying on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge.
She gently stroked my hardening shaft with her left hand as she cupped my nut sack and held them up for her mouth. She purred like a cat as she sucked on my balls, bathing them with her tongue. “Mmm! I love that salty tasted! Oh fuck! I’ll never get enough of this smell and taste.” Her gentleness slowly became a feeding frenzy as she greedily sucked on my nut sack. Her tongue was driving me insane with pleasure.
I could sense her own sexual need growing. Her moans continuing non-stop. Her breathing becoming labored. The slurping noises filling the bedroom.
She finally pulled off my nut sack with a ‘pop’ and licked the length of my shaft slowly till she got to the head. She lingered at the head, swirling her tongue around it, savoring it’s texture and flavor as my pre-cum had already started. “I’ll never get enough of this.” She gasped. Her own arousal taking control of her. Then she slid her mouth down the length of my shaft till I heard her cough and gag slightly.
My hands reached for her head as a reflex. Although, I didn’t need to force her or control her in any way. I had quickly learned that my aunt was a master at giving head. And she loved doing it. Yet, I also knew she loved that sense of being controlled and dominated as I held her head in place. I don’t know if there is any sensation as intense and pleasurable as a warm, willing mouth sucking on my cock. I had received plenty of head from girl friends at school. None of them compared to the intensity of pleasure Aunt Jean gave me.
I think the intensity was amplified for a couple reasons. First, it was the taboo of being pleasured by my own aunt. I’ve always heard incest is best. Then there was the knowledge that I was being taken care of by a woman who genuinely loved me. She wasn’t doing it just to perform, as so many of my girl friends did. She was going down on my cock because it was her way of showing me her love and submission to me. Yeah, I said, ‘submission.’ The deeper our relationship got, the more she needed to feel I was in control of her. I discovered that was just the way she was wired.
“Oh fuck!” I groaned softly as I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. My hands held her bobbing head. This was going to be a quick one. I’m sure the fact I thought about her all day long helped with that. This only meant I would last much longer after dinner when I took her and made love to her. I smiled to myself. ‘I bet she’s doing this for that reason.’ I laughed out loud.
Aunt pulled off my cock with another ‘pop’ again. She smiled at me, her lips glistening with her saliva. “What’s so funny baby?”
I lifted my head and looked down the length of my body at her. I laughed again. “You conniving bitch!” I said teasingly. “You’re doing this so I’ll last longer this evening, aren’t you?”
She just giggled. “A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.” She filled her mouth again with my cock and began sucking with a wanton eagerness.
I was blowing my load within minutes. She greedily sucked and swallowed every drop I pumped into her mouth. Her mouth stayed locked on my shaft as she drained me. My spasms and grunts only encouraged her to intensify her efforts. If that was possible. As my orgasm subsided and my grunts became moans of satisfaction. She continued to suckle and lick my cock as it deflated. My arms dropped on the bed beside me. I lay there satisfied, enjoying the afterglow.
Aunt Jean continued to nurse and lick my cock for several minutes, listening to my sighs and moans. She finally stood up and leaned over my body, smiling down at me as she held herself propped up, hovering over my body. “I like doing that to you.” Then she got a serious look on her face. “I’ve grown to love you Ry. I know none of this makes sense. But the heart wants what the heart wants. And I want you. I need you baby.”
I reached up and cupped her face. Then pulled her down on my body and rolled till we were laying next to each other. With one arm under her shoulders, I took her breast in my other hand and squeezed it gently. “You’ve got me. I love you too. I don’t care that none of this makes sense. What I do care about is you. As far as I’m concerned, I belong to you and you belong to me. Now get dressed. We’re going out for dinner. I’m hungry.” I smiled at her. Then kissed her tenderly.
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