Testing Aunt V – by Blackstroker

True incest story: Testing Aunt V. Author: Blackstroker. He suspects that his Aunt V would let him, but plays it safe just in case he’d misread the signals. The story is including of True Story, Anal, Black, First Time, Incest, Male / Older Female theme.

True incest story: Testing Aunt V

Author: Blackstroker

I’d been lusting after my sexy aunt Velma, Aunt V to us kids in the family, my mom’s younger sister, ever since I was thirteen, after I walked in on her one day a year ago, wearing only tiny white see thru panties, during a visit to her home. The plump lump of pussy and the high round long nipple breasts that greeted my eyes that day stirred things in my young body and mind that permanently shaped my opinion of what women’s body parts should look like.

To this day I always judge pussies based on how they matched up to Aunt V’s high fleshy mound. Since that erotically awakening day, hers was the body that provided the mental stimulation for ninety five percent of my almost nightly and sometimes daily wanking of my solid and still growing five inch long five inch girth dick.

She had handled the situation quite gracefully and made us promise that neither of us would tell about this to anyone else, which pleased me immensely, because I knew that I would get one hell of a tongue lashing from my mom and maybe a box to the ears if she knew I’d barged into Aunt V’s room without knocking and seen what I’d seen.

Even before that incident Aunt V had always demonstrated and more than once verbally stated that of all the other kids in our family I was her favorite. Now with our little shared secret her affection more than doubled, and she was always good for a nice tight hug and peck on the cheeks whenever we met, which was about once or twice a month.

I relished those little embraces and the pleasure of being crushed against those juicy breasts. I envisaged all kinds of erotic scenarios between myself and Aunt V as I lay in bed at nights jerking off and filling socks and hand towels with sperm.

Aunt V was a tall, slim but not boney, light brown complexioned woman who always sported a small curly afro hairdo. She had long, nicely rounded thighs and a small waist that flared into wide hips and a fleshy ass that bounced wonderfully when she walked. Her breasts were full and round without being huge, and at age thirty five they still pointed straight out in spite of having suckled three kids.

Her nipples were long and stout and seemed perpetually erect even through bras. I longed for the opportunity to get them between my lips or fingers and vowed to myself that given half a chance to explore or use my aunt’s hot body an affinity for grabbing the bull by the horns. From the way Aunt V looked at me and the little knowing smiles she gave me I harbored a suspicion that our little secret could well blossom into a bigger secret under the right conditions. It wasn’t long before I found out.

There was a wedding in the family so Aunt V and her three adorable daughters aged eight, ten and twelve turned up one Friday afternoon with stuffed overnight bags. They lived in a rural town about eighty miles away from the city. We lived in the city, a ten minute drive to where the wedding was being held. The wedding was set for Saturday afternoon, and I learned that they would be staying at our house after the wedding until Sunday afternoon.

When I heard that, my imagination went into overdrive and I got an instant hardon. I was a little bit disappointed when it was suggested by mom that my twelve year old sister would share my room and give up hers to our visitors. But the girls objected sulkily and loudly, and begged to be allowed some girl time with each other.

So Aunt V said she wouldn’t mind sleeping on the couch but mom told her she would be torn apart by the mosquitoes which were plentiful at that time. I did the smart thing and offered to occupy the couch, though deep inside I was secretly hoping for an entirely different solution. I pretended to be a little disappointed as Aunt V charmingly begged me to be a good nephew and share my bed with her, promising that she wouldn’t kick in her sleep or snore or make a single turn that would disturb my rest.

“You won’t even know I’m there” she said sweetly

“He will be the one kicking and snoring” my sister said. I glared at her and trying hard not to show my delight, agreed to the bed sharing. I didn’t miss the glitter in my dad’s eyes; I knew he had a thing for Velma, and must be thinking:

“Lucky little bastard”

After dinner my aunt had a bath and came into the living room wrapped in a house coat. She sat down next to my mom and together with my dad the three of them sipped wine and laughed heartily at the jokes in the comedy movie we were all watching. Velma would give me an entirely innocent look every now and then, none of the knowing smiles and penetrating stares I’d grown to love over the last year.

At the end of the movie the girls eagerly retired to their room. I remained for another half hour into the next movie before making my exit. I turned off the light and got under the mosquito net. The window blinds were drawn, and bright light from our neighbor’s outdoor lamp provided my room with a fair amount of visibility.

I was pleased with this, and lay in bed playing with my hard cock as I imagined my aunt’s naked body lying next to me. I slipped my dick through the fly of my boxers, and stoked and squeezed it as I lay there waiting and hoping for at least a little look at Velma in her nightie, hoping it was short and sheer enough for me to properly feast my hungry eyes.

I was awakened from a raunchy dream by the sound of my bedroom door being closed. Without moving a muscle I opened my eyes slightly and saw Velma standing beside the bed looking down at me. After about thirty seconds she moved away and went to a corner of the room where she took off the house coat while backing me.

The nightie was indeed very short and sheer as I had hoped, barely reaching below her ass. In the semi darkness I could see the red small panties she had on. They were stuck snugly between her butt crack, leaving most of the plump cheeks exposed. She turned around and looked my way once again, as if trying to make out whether or not I was sleeping. I could see her proud nipples poking against the light material. I felt my cock lurch, and lowering my half closed eyes I saw that it was sticking straight out the opening of my boxers.

“Holy shit” I thought, “She must be seeing this”

I thought about putting it out of sight, but realized that would show that I was not sleeping. I faked a soft but audible snore. She stood still looking at me for about another minute before coming toward the bed. Through the side of my slightly opened eyes I watched as she climbed under the net and lay on her back beside me.

The nightie failed to cover her crotch, and I gazed at the heavenly bump that I’d dreamed of so often. My cock throbbed and jerked wildly. After a couple of minutes she raised up in a sitting position and tried to get the covering sheet that was trapped, folded, under my feet, but I pressed down hard, no way was I going to let her cover up that sexy body. Probably not wanting to awaken me she lay back down and pulled the nightie as best she could over her crotch.

My heart was beating heavily and I was breathing hard as I lay there pondering the next move. I couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste, but I didn’t want to misread things and make any rash move that would incur her wrath if she was displeased. I decided that for the time being half a safe loaf was better that going for the whole loaf and getting busted.

So I lay there silently listening to her heavy breathing and my fake snores, waiting for her to drop off to sleep so I could cop a little feel. I could smell her perfume or body spray mixed with the scent of wine escaping from between her partly open mouth. I hoped that she was more than a little bit tipsy. After about half an hour I was convinced by the sound of her breathing that she was finally asleep.

Making a little deceptive cough for safety’s sake, I turned onto my side and simultaneously threw my right leg and right hand onto the sleeping woman, resting my open palm on a soft heaving breast as I snuggled my leg between her soft thighs, pressing down on her barely covered crotch. My intrusion startled her awake and she half tried to sit up, but then quickly lay back down and relaxed.

I could feel her heart pumping heavily under my open palm and shortly after there was a definite lengthening and hardening of the nipple, followed a few minutes later by a tiny pulsing of her pussy. I increased the heaviness of my fake snoring and was pleasantly rewarded with her cautiously spreading her legs apart, allowing me to sink down deeper between her thighs, my hard cock resting on her pulsing pussy. I was in heaven. I didn’t even realize that sleep was overtaking me.

I awoke to the realization that my hot sexy aunt was jerking and grinding her pussy against my hard cock and upper thigh while her hand rested firmly on the back of mine, holding it securely against a soft breast and stiff nipple, my nose buried into her smooth armpit. I didn’t make a move, for fear of making her stop what she was doing so nicely.

I could feel the wetness of her pussy juice seeping through the tiny panty, smearing my cock and shorts. I loved it. After about ten or fifteen minutes her breathing increased tremendously along with her upward thrusting and grinding. I felt her hand grip my ass and suddenly she was hissing loudly as she tried to control her convulsions beneath my prone pretend-sleep body.

No sooner had her trembling ceased and her breathing become normal than I felt my raging cock start shooting hot thick sperm onto my aunt’s crotch and belly. I felt her rise and look at me to see if I were awake. I didn’t give anything away, and after feeling satisfied that I was victim of an induced wet dream, she relaxed and set about gently untangling our limbs.