My aunt lowered herself, pulling my shorts to the floor. She knelt before me, with my erect penis directly at eye level.
“Let me help you with that,” she slyly whispered.
She took hold of the end in her mouth, locking her lips tight. I could feel her tongue licking the eye of my cock; the sensation was incredible. My hands held her damp hair softly, my fingers gripping strands.
Slowly, she slid her mouth up and down my shaft, going as deep as she dared.
She sped up, and I tried to keep my panting stifled. She kept going, working the shaft harder and harder. Excitement raged through my body, but just before I was about to cum, I stood my aunt up, “spoilsport,” she said.
I wanted to turn her around, have her bend over and enter her from behind. It took all my strength to stop myself. I had an ache in my stomach; it was pure lust trying to spur me on to fuck her there and then hard.
I kissed her, my right hand behind her back, my left hand at her pubic area. I softly stroked her, parting her lips with my fingers and rubbing her point. She groaned and whispered, “Please be gentle; I’m a little sore from yesterday.”
“Just a gentle rub, that’s nice; keep doing that.” She whispered to me.
I had no intention of making her cum, more to insight wantonness, needfulness, and lusting.
As her groans got louder, her panting heavier, her chest-thumping, I kissed her hard and erotically, using my tongue and then let go. “Jim,” she wailed louder than she had wanted to.
“Later,” I whispered, not here; I want it to be more romantic and passionate.
“Ok, sweetheart, but you have made me wet already; how do you do this to me?” She gasped.
I rubbed my aunty with the towel, and she softly patted me.
We got dressed; my aunty now put on one of the bra and knicker sets we’d bought, the yellow one. I stood her there, taking it all in. I stroked and turned her to see every inch of her body; I wanted her so much.
She then slipped on the yellow flowery summer dress, tied her hair back and slipped on her trainers. She looked beautiful, radiant, and I told her so.
“Thank you, you picked well; I’ve never worn anything like this before, but I feel so good.”
I kissed her again, stroked her face and said, “I love you so much, Sarah.”
“Oh, and I’m banning you from ever wearing tights again, stockings, absolutely, tights, big fat, NO!”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, “It’s a good job. I love you too.” She sniggered.
I quickly threw on my shorts, t-shirt, and trainers before we scuttled out of the cubicle, unknowingly holding hands. It was only when a woman with two young children looked at us that we let go of each other, laughed nervously, and made an exit.
“Shall we have lunch before you return for my cousins?” I asked.
“What about finishing what we started in the cubicle?” she quizzed, looking at me.
“I thought you were a little sore?” I said in a concerned voice.
“You are going off me already?” She looked and sounded worried.
“Not a chance.” “I’m just getting started, Sarah,” I gave her a sneaky kiss, ensuring no one was looking.
“Promise me,” she was asking for reassurance.
“I promise, Sarah, remember I do love you.”
“Thank you,” She sneakily looked around and kissed me back.
I let my aunty walk slightly in front of me back to the car; I was looking her up and down; I’d done well in my choices. Whilst I loved her in the dress, I also imagined her in her yellow lacy bra and yellow knickers having dispensed with the dress.
“Jim,” she squirmed, “come on, people are looking.”
“They are not looking at ‘us;’ they are looking at you and how glowing you are in that outfit.”
“Jim,” blushing, “come on.”
“I know a nice quiet place, not far away; no one will know us, and we can be whomever and whatever we want.” “Get in; let’s go.” I directed her.
I opened the door for my aunty.
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” my aunt said, stepping into the car and pecking me on the cheek.
Her dress rode up her thighs slightly as she sat in the car. Her legs were pasty white; I leaned in, stroked my hand along them up her skirt and kissed her quickly. She loved the attention, so into everything we were doing. Being touched meant a lot to my aunty. I felt for her pleasure; it was warm and welcoming. I kissed her some more before abandoning her with her mouth open to get in the driver’s seat. She gave me a look of despair; I could tell she wanted more.
I drove to a pub in the heart of the countryside; I pulled up in the car park, stopped the car, switched the engine off and turned to my aunty.
Saying nothing, I held her head softly, kissed her open-mouthed and hugged her tight. We stayed holding each other, kissing until I slightly glanced at a passerby looking in. I didn’t pull away immediately but ended the kiss slowly. My aunty panted a little; she didn’t want to let go.
“I feel like a teenager, I feel amazing, and it’s all because of you.” She said, looking me in the eyes.
I thought she would cry as her eyes had softened and watery.
The Royal Oak was a country-style pub that had recently been renovated. It was cosy inside with dimmed main lighting. There were pockets of the pub that were darker areas than others.
We sat away from everyone else, which was possible only because it wasn’t busy. We ordered a sandwich each and a diet Coke.
I could tell something was on my aunt’s mind as we ate.
“It’s ok, Sarah, spit it out,” I chuckled.
“You know me so well,” she giggled.
“I’ve been thinking about what happens next, or at least what will happen when the summer holidays kick in.” she sounded like she had a plan.
“In just over two weeks, your cousins will finish school for the summer. I’d already planned that they would be staying with their grandparents over at their caravan on the coast for the first two weeks.”
“So…. I thought….” She continued.
“I know your mum is on at you to get a job! I meant to get someone in to decorate every room of the house. First, though, we need to declutter; I think it’s time I got rid of your uncle’s stuff.” She explained.
She didn’t look upset at all talking about these things; instead, she was excited, and the speed of her conversation had sped up.
“You can come to stay under the pretext that you are helping your aunt sort the house.” She was animated as she spoke.
I thought my parents wouldn’t even bat an eyelid at this and would be even grateful that I was helping my mum’s sister and spending time with her to keep her company. Mum’s sister, I thought with a prick of guilt that quickly evaporated as I got lost in my aunt’s cleavage.
I thought of the first time I’d seen them bare before me. It was apparent I was a breast man. I remember how excited I had been, my penis throbbing. The throbbing feeling was back within my shorts.
“Jim, you’re staring at my tits again,” she laughed.
“I want them, though; I want you.” I must have looked in pain.
“I need you too; I need you inside me, holding me.” Her puppy dog eyes teased me.
We held hands under the table and sat beside each other, picking at our sandwiches.
“I’m going to pay you, too, for helping to sort the house.” She’d already decided.
“You can’t, Sarah,” I protested, trying to ignore how hard I was.
“Yes, I can; it’s going to be a big job; the house hasn’t been done for ages and don’t even get me started on the garden.” I could see that she was thinking of her plans, her list of things to do.
“Are you going to tell my mum, or maybe you should ask,” I laughed.
“I’ll call her later, is that ok?” she asked.
“I’m up for it if I get to spend more time with you, but are you sure about paying me?” I still protested.
“Absolutely!” she said, with authority.
“ok then, let’s do it,” I agreed, “I can’t wait now for the summer holidays.”
“Hang on, we have nearly three weeks until then; we have lots more fun to have,” she said, grabbing my cock under the table and sneaking forward for a quick kiss and biting my bottom lip.
“By the way, I think I’m a little sore today, not only from the sex but perhaps because I had extra fun with the rabbit once the girls were asleep.”
“Sarah,” I said sternly but mockingly, “and without me!”
“I could never do without you, no chance.” She looked apologetic.
“I want you. Still, we need to go,” I said.
I almost excitedly pulled her out of the pub, touching her body as I hurried her to the car. My aunt had paid quickly. She felt she had to try and explain our haste that we needed to get back for the school run. The waitress looked us both up and down quizzingly, trying to work out our relationship.
I didn’t mess about on the drive home; we hadn’t talked much to each other except about how much we wanted to make love–driving our excitement almost to the edge.
It was 2 pm before we pulled onto my aunt’s driveway; lunch had been excellent, and it felt like we were a normal couple in love.
“We only have ninety minutes before your cousins get home; what do you want to do?” my aunty asked mischievously.
Although I was lusting for my aunty, I turned to her and said, “Sarah, I want to make love to you, slowly and sensually.”
My aunty seemed to lose herself like she’d been sucker punched as she gulped for breath.
“I’m going to take a shower first,” she said.
Moments later, I was waiting for my aunty in her bedroom; I was excitedly naked, already hard. My aunty walked in; I could smell fruit and lavender. She was radiant, with a warm glow about her. Her breasts were heaving, and my aunt’s breathing was heavy; she looked nervous. I loved her body, her curves, and her imperfect dimples. She walked over to me and hugged me softly, her breasts in my face. I slowly turned her and laid her on her back. Her hair smelled terrific as it fell onto the pillow. Nothing was fast about the actions now; more finesse and grace were needed. I lay at her side. She turned to face me. We slowly kissed an intense kiss. I slowly massaged her back, sides, and rear as we kissed. “Hmm,” she gasped.
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