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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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