Breeding My Widowed Aunt Rose

After a year in college I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes but I felt like a little cog in a big machine; a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations and I didn’t want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.

“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.
“ I don’t know yet,” I replied.

My mother joined in on the scolding and pretty soon I felt like a failure. As I retreated to my room my father yelled “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!” I wanted to yell something back but I really didn’t have anything to say. It also didn’t help that my dad was old, hard ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency but I felt like my parents didn’t want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person and I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible but the situation was becoming unbearable. Everyday there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.

All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my uncle James. It wasn’t a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them. My uncle had been a very reserved man and I had grown to like him over the years but I never really knew all that well. My aunt on the other hand, had always been was very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was 23 and she was attending school back east and had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older then me by four years but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and she had always been a full grown woman in my eyes.

We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged as expected that first night. The older folk, including my parents talked with my aunt and other family members far into the night. I on the other hand decided to turn in early. I was given my uncles old study and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away yet here were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully I dozed to sleep.

The next morning I awoke to my father hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I’ve been riding you pretty hard and I’m sorry. I know you’ll figure it out and I just want you know that I got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep but I felt a big weight lift off my shoulders both literally and emotionally. “Now get up we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn’t admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my aunt we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home where the day started at 7 or 8am, it started at 5 or 6am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my aunt’s barn.

Our family has always grown in or around farms so it was second nature to my father, when it came to farm work. I on the other hand, was a little less experienced but I wasn’t unwilling to jump right in. Being on my father’s good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my uncle and aunt owned. By the time we were done my forearms felt sore and my dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand. “She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly. “Yeah that’s why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your uncle really like that cow. He use to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said this while looking back at the herd. I also looked back and could see the steam rising from the cows’ backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers’. It was a beautiful scene to say the least.

By the time we got back to the house the women had already started breakfast. The house was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my aunt tried her best to remain a good host. Tomorrow would be my uncle’s funeral and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my aunt’s house. I could see they were all men who were all a lot like my uncle, land owners and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them and I decided to join them. They were talking about my uncle and the kind of man he was. Stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings. All in all it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my uncle had not only been a good husband to my aunt but a very good friend to all of them. He had at one time or another helped each one of these men. They were really sadden to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My aunt was only 40.

Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?” “No not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she’s a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer. After a few seconds my dad spoke again. “I haven’t talked to her yet but in any case I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad, as he patted my back. “Sounds like a plan.” I replied wondering if he was drunk.

With that being said the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember and unleashed a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels. “ You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin voice in the dark. Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was laying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor. “I’m sorry,” I muttered embarrassed. Hearing my voice she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said surprised. I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted her to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly. “I wonder what my mom would think…” she started. “ She used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly. I looked down and noticed the distinct difference in color of some of the grass by the rear and front wheel of the tractor. When I looked back up at her I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around and I stood there wondering what to do.

Although I wasn’t very close to my cousin I had always had a small crush on her and it had been very hard to hide it when I was younger. I had been a grade A pervert to her when we were just kids and for this very same reason I felt really embarrassed being around her now that we were older. I kept thinking that if I remembered my indiscretions then she sure as hell would too. As I kid I had been bold enough to feel her up multiple times until the day she slapped me and threaten to tell her dad. But even now my eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother’s brown wavy hair and pretty face to go with it. She was shorter then her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater. “I’m sorry about your dad,” I said slowly. “Thanks,” she said still facing away. Without a word I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.

The next morning we had the funeral.The entire day was sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my aunt but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn’t feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy’s little girl and now she was reeling having seen her father’s casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended and I couldn’t help but contemplate all the changes death brought. On the way back home my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought considering he had been a little tipsy but now I saw he was completely serious. We had a long discussion about how it might be good if I stayed with my aunt for a few weeks and I couldn’t help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that I sealed the deal.

My father didn’t waste any time proposing the idea to my aunt about me staying. First thing out of her mouth was “Don’t you have school?” I smiled and replied “not for a couple of months.” It was the truth… school had ended and she didn’t need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. My cousin on the other hand would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for summer session and needed to be back that very week. After some discourse it was agreed that I would stay. My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight and I once again turned in earlier then usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed aunt on a small farm… freedom at last I thought.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time. “take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice. “I will.” My aunt had always been very close to my dad and I could feel the weight behind his request. My aunt hugged each of them as well and my my mom finished by saying “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don’t be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.” She said smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” my aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly. I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around my aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms and soon I found my self pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.

That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm… my aunt spent it indoors mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my uncle and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.

“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me. “Don’t worry I will…” I answered reassuringly. I had driven my cousin to the airport and it was now time to say goodbye. Megan had suggested to my aunt that she’d stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it. “No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I’ll be fine with John here.” And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes and I became my aunt’s only company.

The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. To my surprise my aunt knew as much if not more then my father when it came to tending a farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral we had become close friends. I recounted my stories of past girlfriends and my aunt recounted how my uncle and her had met. On some days I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.

Major changes started occurring after my aunt stop wearing her black attire. Since the funeral she had been wearing nothing but black but after two weeks she was back to her normal wear. The truth was that her black clothes just didn’t cut it when it came to working on the farm. However, with this change also came some unexpected challenges. I couldn’t help but stare at her after she started wearing her everyday work clothes. Her work jeans hugged tightly around her legs and butt and it was lovely to see her walk to and fro. Her behind was plump and her jeans only highlighted its perfection. I had always known her breasts were fairly large but watching her walk around the farm and house really extenuated the bosom she possessed. She was truly well endowed in this respect. The years had taken some of the perkiness away but in its place, a beautiful supple body now remained. One day as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw her washing some rags on a old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board were hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra it wasn’t helping. Her shirt wasn’t skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans and I couldn’t help but stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction but what could I do.

It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no girlfriend back home and I didn’t really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead uncle. It also didn’t help that I was now sleeping in my cousin’s room. That night however I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night I pictured my aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air and at once I was plagued with guilt.

The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days and now I was shit of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before but I didn’t see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with and to make matters worse they had a multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while wondering what to do. After a while however, I heard my aunt yell from the kitchen “John what do you want for breakfast!?” “Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back. A few minutes later I heard her yell again “Breakfast is almost ready!” I yelled back “ummm I can’t find my jeans…”

A couple seconds passed and I was about to yell again when I heard her say “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They’re almost done but you better get over here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said finally. I searched the room for a towel but found none. “You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell across the hall again. “Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my tighty whiteys was quite frightening.

I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my aunt turned around but I was too late. “oh honey you don’t wear boxers?” she asked smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron. “Umm no I don’t really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood. “I’m sorry honey I didn’t know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me. “Its okay aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been extremely high but now I could feel my face turning red.

She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj’s and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. For all intents and purposes her pj’s were probably not designed to be sexy but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn’t think I could be more embarrassed but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster then any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn’t have to stand up soon. “Honey can you get me the flour that’s behind you in that cupboard, I’m going to make some pancakes,” she said. “oh, that’s okay aunt rose I don’t want any pancakes,” I replied hoping she wouldn’t ask me to get something else. “Well I do, so if you could please” she said. I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror I couldn’t find it. “Baby, you know you have a hold in your underwear?” she asked teasingly. “Yeah,” I said more embarrassed then ever.

Finally, I fond the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn’t see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her I extended it to her. “How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of deviance in her eyes. I tried not to think about my anything sexual but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage. “I don’t really know how to make them,” I was really trying to save myself from being so exposed. “That’s okay I’ll teach you,” she replied quickly. She grabbed the box out of my hand and then I saw her eyes deviate down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how obvious my condition was but to my horror it was worse then I could imagine.

My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear. “Oh My!” my aunt said almost in a whisper. Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands but the damage was done. I turned to run but my aunt caught my arm… “Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone. I made my way to the towel headed back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands. “Honey its okay,” I heard my aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me. I couldn’t bring my self to look at her and I wouldn’t have had she not pleaded me to look at her. “Look at me baby,” I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was completely hopeless and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare. “I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.

She turned around and untied her apron then to my disbelief she slid her shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor. “See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly. I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at her wonderful, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples where timid now but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade of darker then the rest of her skin and this made it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more then ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel there weight. Soon however, breakfast was over and my aunt put her shirt back on. “Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” She said jokingly. “I won’t,” I manged to say my embarrassment effectively gone.

“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this. “Will do,” I replied. “and one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen “we need to get you some new underwear,” I manged to let out a small laugh and say “yeah I know.”

That day I worked like a work horse and didn’t’ stop until the sun came down. By the time I got back from the field a heavy rain storm had started to unleash its fury and I was completely soaked. My aunt had dinner waiting and I wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal. After dinner we went to the porch to see the rain coming down. It was really pouring and I couldn’t help but smile as my aunt cuddled next to me. She shuddered after every thunderclap and I couldn’t help but feel more manly as she took comfort at my side. After a while the wind became too strong and we decided to head inside. “Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I’m kinda of a scaredy cat when it comes to thunder.” she asked all of a sudden. “No, I don’t mind aunt rose,” I replied maybe a little to quickly. “Its just, I never really liked lightening and thunder….” she trailed off. “Your uncle…your uncle used to tease me about that,” her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband. “Its okay I don’t mind sleeping in your room… ,” I said.

I had planned to not act on my natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. I had fought the battle in my head already and I had won. I would only comfort her and nothing more. I held her all through the night as the lightening and thunder prevailed long into the night. Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body didn’t know any better. My cock throbbed against my aunt’s back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark, guardian holding vigil, my cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the fact that my uncle had slept on this very bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago and yet here I was in his place. I awoke a few times to hear my aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap my arms tighter around her assuring her that I was there to protect her.

I had a lot of work the next morning due to the storm. For eight hours I worked diligently replacing shingles and repairing things around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of the day my body ached and small blisters appeared on my hand from where I had gripped the hammer. My aunt had always been attentive to my needs but when I arrived I immediately noticed a change in her demeanor. Where before, she had treated me as her young clueless nephew, she now spoke to me no different then a wife would speak to a husband. “What would like to eat dear?” She asked while she folded my coat. “I’ll eat anything,” I told her. “I’m starving.” “Alright then, spaghetti it is…” she said. “Maybe later, I can give you a massage honey, it looks like you can use it,” she added.

Indeed I really could use one. My arms and back where burning and I knew I would enjoy having my aunt feeling me up after a long day’s work. “Yeah that sounds nice,” I replied. “You better get washed up then,” she said suggested. I headed into the shower and stripped my clothes. I slid back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water started to steam up around me. I had small cuts on my hands and using the soap stung them as I washed. Nevertheless I persevered and washed as best I could. I was fully lathered in soap when I heard a knock at the door. “Yes?” I called out. “Honey, I have a wash going do you have your clothes in here? I didn’t see them in your room.” She said. “Yeah, they’re in here” I replied as I tried to wash some of the soap off my face. Slowly the door creaked open and I saw my aunt gingerly step in. I had left my clothes right outside the shower door so she had no choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before I found myself lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night with my cock at her back the day before had given me a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that I had worked my ass off gave me a sense of empowerment that I really liked.

I watched my aunt’s eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn’t enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, my cock pulsated, slowly growing aware to the presence of the female before it. After each heart beat he gained strength. By the time she had all my clothes in her hands my cock was already at full mast with water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto my engorged member. As soon as I saw her fixated I stabbed my cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled and my aunt fell backwards while clutching my clothes tightly against her bosom.

“John honestly!” She stammered.

I laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered her self and walked out of the bathroom. I gave my cock a few short strokes but decided not to release my load considering I would be getting a massage from my aunt very shortly. Although, I had committed myself not to cross the line I found myself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, I wanted to seduce my full figured aunt. I had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded me of the hips in a Venus painting I had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) I loved how smooth her skin was and thinking about rubbing my hard cock against it made me want her even more.

I finished my shower with my hard on intact. I thought about getting some shorts on before heading into the living room but as I stared down the hallway I was entranced by my aunt who was sitting Indian style reading a book. She was wearing short pink shorts which from what I remembered said “lovable” across the back. I remember admiring how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her ass. She had a short button up night gown but her tits were partly visible through the gaps between each button. It also didn’t help that she had not fastened the top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on and her brown hair fell down the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger sitting like that next to the fireplace.

In a daze I walked towards her with only the small white towel wrapped around me. Before I made my presence know she put her book down and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling and her back arched like a limber gymnast. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse and the buttons strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms she saw me. “Honey aren’t you going to put some clothes on?” She asked incredulously. “I thought you were going to give me a massage,” I said in a child like voice. “Well yeah but you could put some clothes on you know…” she said. “No its okay I don’t want to get any oil on them, ” I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her. “hmm… makes sense I suppose,” She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions I could clearly see.

She extended the towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side. “Well come over here child,” she beckoned with both hands. I strode towards her and I could see her eying my body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more excited. I laid faced down and unwrapped the towel letting it cover my ass. Soon after, I felt my aunt’s weight over me as she straddled me. I could feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could see her shadow against the wall and I could already imagine her breasts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back. “You’re back is really tense hon,” she said finally. “That’s all muscle aunt Rose,” I said coyly. “Ain’t that the truth…” she trailed off. Soon she slid down to my legs and started working my calves. Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel covered. I felt a slight hesitation before her hands slid under the small towel. Her hands where right underneath my butt and I could not help but wonder whether she could see my balls. I could feel the cool air on them so it made sense that she should be able to see them. My cock had grown slightly limp under my weight but I knew the moment it got some room it would go full mast once again. “Are you sore here?” My aunt asked shyly. Her hands were on my ass and she squeezed very softly. “A little,” I said quietly. Slowly she started to massage my ass. The towel was now rolled up on my back. “Your butt is nice and hard,” she said, her voice a little high. “Thanks,” I said laughing a little.

After a few minutes she asked me to flip over. A couple of things happened at once when I did. I flipped over not thinking twice about covering my self. My aunt had turned around to grab a small cloth and squeeze some more oil out of the bottle. She hesitated only slightly before turning back to face me. My cock was growing exponentially while my eyes feasted on the sexy mature female before me. You can imagine my aunt’s reaction when she turned. She instantly realized her nephew’s young hard cock was at full display before her. “That looks nice and hard too…” she said a little breathlessly. Her eyes were locked on my cock.“John are you always that hard?” She asked, as she remembered my hard on that morning. “Most of the time yes,” I answered, as I sat up to see her better. The motion made my cock sway side to side like a sky scrapper/pendulum. “Does it hurt?” she asked curiously. “Not at all.” I said as I gingerly grabbed it and released it nonchalantly.

After a few seconds of silence I saw her inch towards me. Slowly but deliberately her hand reached for my cock and soon her fingers clasped around my shaft. Immediately I flexed and push my pelvis upwards , essentially engorging my cock in her hand even more. I liked the tight feeling of her hand and laid back down relishing the sensation. Soon she was stroking me slowly. She did this for a few minutes before I heard a quite sniffle. She had started to cry. I quickly sat up and she said “I loved your uncle very much you know.” I felt sick thinking that I had made a mistake. Guilt rose in me like never before. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to aunt Rose,” I said cautiously. “No baby, It’s not that…” she wiped her tears. “I’m not sad… I just really miss your uncle but I’m so glad you’re here.” “I’m so happy you are here taking care of me, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” I sat up even straighter and kissed her. Our lips locked together and our tongues caressed one another in a hot mess. I hurriedly reached up her blouse and finally… finally… got a hold of one of her glorious tits.

I squeezed tightly and immediately fell in love with their malleability and weight. My aunt was in an awkward position but still she didn’t stop from stroking her oily hand up an down my shaft. She alternated her hand movements by using a twisting motion and I could tell she was loving each vein and contour her hand could feel around my cock. I couldn’t help but wonder whether having milked so many cows had made her an unknowing expert and hand jobs. Having gotten the green light my natural reproductive instincts took over. I tore my aunt’s blouse off completely and cupped both breasts.

I’m able to palm a basketball without much trouble but I still found myself with handfuls. I attacked each nipple with the same energy that a hungry calf has after being apart from its mother for too long. I sucked on each breasts strongly and when I was too eager my aunt pulled my hair slightly, effectively taking control of how I feasted on her. After a couple of minutes I stood up and quickly presented my cock to her. She shifted from her sitting position to a kneeling one… her breasts swaying slightly. She was about to envelope me with her mouth when I unexpectedly bent down and stabbed my cock into her hard nipples. “Jesus you can’t get enough of those can you?” she asked as I rubbed my cock up and down against her hard nipples. Instead of replying I grabbed her hands and made her squish her tits together. I trusted my cock into the fold. The head of my cock was visible only after every upward thrust. I loved watching my aunt’s eyes light up as I grunted and fucked her tits faster and faster.

Finally after having had my way with her breasts I tempted her into taking me into her mouth. It wasn’t very difficult to get her to open her mouth. She had tracked my cock the second I had pulled it out of her breasts. She watched it with same level of attention that a female dog gives to a treat its about to receive. I swayed it side to side in front of her and her mouth opened probably without her even knowing it. She was leaning forward and just about to wrap her lips around when I pulled away. She quickly look up with a face of confusion and disappointment. I smiled at her and she responded by making a funny angry face. “okay okay” I said as I offered her my cock once again. I had precum dangling out of the tip of my cock and it pulsed in my hand. She crossed her arms and looked up and away in a classic fashion of “I’m not interested”. I regretted my teasing immediately. I watched her and examined her. Her breasts were squished underneath her arms but they were falling and rising as she breathed. I couldn’t help it… I push the the head of my cock against her pursed lips. The precum covered her lips like a lip balm as I stroked my tip across her lips. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her eyes smiled but her lips remained closed. She was making groans in anticipation. Finally and to the great relief of my cock I was able to coax her into opening her mouth. My guess is that the precum had given her a taste of what I had. Slowly she opened her mouth and the mushroom head of my cock spread her lips wide. My cock filled her mouth and at once my cock felt at home. Soon she had one hand fondling my heavy balls while the other hand rested on my thigh, supporting her as she took long gulps of my cock. She struggled to take the last ½ inch in but from time to time she would grab my ass and push herself until my cock disappeared completely into her mouth. It felt like my heart was pounding in her mouth. Small amounts of saliva dripped off the side of her mouth as she tried to sweet talk my cock into cumming.

“I can’t believe how hard it is” she gasped as she took a small break and examined my cock with the help of the firelight. “You could probably hang your coat on it,” I laughed. “No kidding,” she said as she pulled a small black hair from her mouth. I noticed she was about to stand up and offered her my hand which she took with a degree of elegance I knew she had always possessed. We kissed once again and now I found my hand rubbing her pussy. Her light blue shorts had unmistakably grown darker between her legs and I couldn’t help but start pulling down on her shorts. She knew what I wanted and proceeded to pull her shorts down on her own. My cock was next to her face as she slipped the shorts out from underneath her and before rising to meet my gaze again she kissed the tip of it. It pulsed in delight having receive such affection. We embraced again with my cock stabbing at her stomach. After a while I got on all fours and pushed my face upwards into her pussy trying to breathe her in. Like a crazed dog I moved her panties to the side and licked her wet pussy. She cooed in ecstasy. I had only licked her for a few seconds before my my cock started surging in anticipation. I wanted to be inside her.

Without a word I stood up and turned her around. My uncles old arm chair was right next to us and it gave her a perfect perch. Her ass and pussy were fertile and my male instincts prevented me from taking any precautions. I pulled her panties to the side and saw her pussy contracting and relaxing slowly. I pulled my cock towards her and rubbed it against her ass. I slapped both ass cheeks and ran my cock up and down her ass crack. I tapped it upwards on her pussy and until finally I pressed my cock onto her pussy. This was it. There was no turning back. She was my aunt yes… but she was also a luscious female in heat and I couldn’t ignore that even if I tried. Damn the morality of such an act, I didn’t’ care. It didn’t matter that my father had entrusted her to me and it didn’t matter that I was so much younger then her. My cock was strong and hard and her pussy was wet and soft. Her husband was dead and her daughter was away. She was mine for the taking. I got on my tiptoes and flexed my entire body. My hands on her hips and my cock primed and eager to enter her. “God damn it, just put it in alrea…” She didn’t finish her sentence. I cut her off by plunging my thick 7” cock deep inside of her. She bucked like a wild mare and arched her back like a cat as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper, filling her hot pussy completely. I gripped her ass and stirred my cock in a figure eight pattern. I probed all around and felt her from the inside out. Meanwhile she tried to spread her stance. Pretty soon she had given me the appropriate height to commence my furious assault. I pounded her rhythmically while watching her ass cheeks jiggle gently after every thrust. I reached down and grabbed her left breast. Her pussy tightened and relaxed as my glistening cock entered and exited her. I was relentless. She exhaled loudly and I could see her hair sticking to her the side of her face. The fire had kept us warm but now we were burning as we continued in our sinful embrace. Her pussy felt like heaven around my cock. Her pussy was the perfect size for my thick cock and her ability to squeeze me inside her gave me a new appreciation to the physique of a hard working woman.

Her panties rubbed against my cock and and I had her hold it to the side with one hand as I continued to pound her from behind. The loud clapping sound coming after every full thrust filled the room. The crackling fire was muted as her moans and grunts echoed my efforts. After a couple of minutes I could feel her body contorting in front of me. Her legs quivered and she screamed “I’m cumming!!!” She tried to pull away looking for some respite but I was also on the verge of exploding inside her. I brought her in close and fucked her in a blind frenzy faster then I had ever fucked before. It was like an engine piston at full throttle. Her pussy squirted and wet everything but the ceiling. My cock and balls dripped with her love juices and both our legs sparkled after being coated with her essence. When I felt the first stream of cum racing down my hard cock I had no choice but to slow down. It didn’t stop me however, from driving my cock as deep as possible. I came like never before. Both my balls emptied into her. I stayed there cumming inside her for 3 minutes straight pushing deeper and without pulling back. My nectar was injected deep inside her and we both knew she would be pregnant. We were both breathing hard and her legs still quivered underneath me. She went to kneel down and I followed her down with my cock still inside her. Like a dog who’s knot anchored him to his bitch. I rested on her back until my finally I pulled my cock out. Cum poured out of her pussy but I knew most of it had stayed inside. We kissed and felt each other there on the floor and fell asleep naked. Our legs entwined with one another. I had bred my aunt Rose and I didn’t give a fuck.

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