Horny Aunt Addi

Horny Aunt Addi

This isn’t a story about an overgrown kid with a monstrous cock; nor is it about an aunt who is still young and built like the proverbial brick shit house.
At this point, it’s fantasy… but it could happen, if things fall into place, soon.

Carly’s uncle, Rob, had gone thru a bad divorce and, being unable to disprove some lies told about him, spent a few years behind bars.
He never wanted revenge on his ex-bitch, but he didn’t want her to receive his military pension when he died, either.

So… enter Addison. Addi is several years younger than Rob, a close friend of his daughter, who we’ll just call ‘Bitch-II’.
Supposedly, if Rob married again, any final benefits, including pension, would go to the last spouse of record.

Addi is also an LPN and certified in home health care. Sooooo… Bitch-II gets Addi to agree to move in with her dad and take care of him. After a few months, he decides she’s a good woman and, although there had never been a kiss or a night spent together, he asked her to marry him in order for a good woman to be the ‘last spouse of record’ and cut Bitch-1 off completely.

So it happened…

Carly and her uncle Rob had been close when she was growing up. He is about 10 years older and loved teaching her how to catch, clean and cook fish. Even after many years of our marriage, he would call his fishing buddy and the two of them would take off for the day.
Bitch-1 never liked Carly but used to flirt with me a little… but she was 100% Bitch and I wouldn’t have anything to do with her.

Rob and Addi’s ‘arrangement’ remained the same. She drove the old guy to his doctor appointments, his parole officer appointments, to church functions and dropped him off at the dock, where he and a few other old vets would shoot the shit and catch a few little ones.
They still never slept together; nor did they show any kind of romantic affection towards each other.

Each time Carly and I would make the hour drive to visit them, she and Rob would talk about going fishing.
On one such day, I was inside the patio doors on the couch, working on a short presentation I was going to have to make on Monday.

Addi, who (in her early 50’s) is 12yrs younger than me, plopped down on the couch and asked what I was working on. I told her I knew that the main topic of conversation outside was going to be about fishing, so I had brought my laptop to work on my stuff.
“Yeah, that’s all Rob thinks about. He’s told me stories about teaching Carly how to catch fish, and how one or the other had fallen into a pond at one time or another. He tells the same ones over and over. Between that and his war stories, which change every time he re-tells one, I usually try to slip into my room and work on my drawings, or maybe I’ll try to design some jewelry; just for the heck of it.”

“Drawings? I didn’t know you’re an arteest,” I smiled, “and an aspiring designer for Cartier, too. Cool! I’d like to see some of your work.”

I had been through her bedroom one time since she moved in with Rob. That was to look at a leaking faucet in her bathroom lavatory. I was struck by the theme in which her room was decorated… Religion.
There were pictures of angels and Jesus everywhere. All four corner posts of her bed were fashioned into crosses. Her matching curtains and bedspread were lavender prints, filled with images of more angels.

Her drawings were pretty much the same themes, as were her designs for silver and turquoise jewelry…
Then I spotted a stack of older oil paintings.

“Those are my dad’s. Some of them aren’t very nice; he liked to paint naked people.”

Some of the artwork was beautiful sunsets, depicted from the decks of ships, “He was in the Navy. He could sell the naked paintings for ten times more money than the scenery. I always thought he was pretty good, but he was more proud of his writing… which is also, mostly, not very nice.”

I ran across a small painting of a little, naked brunette; she was turned with her back to the artist, but had her cute little head turned, looking over her shoulder and down at a kitten, “What a cutie. Is this you, by any chance?”

Addi blushed and took the canvas from my hand, “Uh-oh, I thought this one was in the closet. Yes, it’s me. The only person he painted more than me was my sister… but that’s a story that’s not very nice, either. Dad and Delilah were too close… more than they should have been, if you get my drift.”

As a matter of fact, I WAS getting her drift. Delilah and her father were lovers… somehow, ‘lovers’ was never one of my favorite words, when it came to just having sex. Loving is one thing… fucking was another; Not taking away the fact that one definitely complimented the other.

The more we talked, the more comfortable Addi became. She agreed to pull the rest of her dad’s things out of the closet so I could see them on our next visit.
I suggested that she work on Rob; and I would encourage Carly to take her fishing gear along next time.

It worked….

On the next trip, Carly drove Rob’s old truck to the big lake, about thirty minutes away; their overdue fishing trip was underway.
I chose to stay at the house in order to work, quietly, on a novel.
Addi told them she was going to take a load of old clothes to Goodwill…

As soon as the truck was out of sight, I asked her about her father’s work. The boxes were on the floor of her closet, ready to be explored.

Her father had sold all but three of Delilah’s paintings before he died. As she opened up her stash of treasures, she was quick to point out, again, “Like I told you, some of these are real nasty. I would never pose like this for anyone, thank you, Jesus.”

My mind was whirling, “If these are so bad, why was she so quick to share them with me? I think the woman is in bad need of a good fucking.”

We sat on the couch and picked up the few on top of the stack. Both of us were wearing loose legged shorts.
The first painting was Delilah as a teenager, leering at the artist with a seductive look. Just below that look was a set of small, but beautifully painted, tits. Lower, the girl appeared to have fingers stuck in her pussy, which was covered by light brown hair.

“I’m not sure how old she was in this one, but dad made her have sex with him just before he painted it. Blessed Lord, it’s shameful.”

I laid my hand on her bare leg and patted her for reassurance, “It’s alright, Addi, with my limited knowledge, the artwork itself is brilliantly done. This could be worth some good money some day.”

She didn’t object when my hand remained on her bare skin. Looking at the second canvas, it was a close up portrait of Delilah’s face, “What a beautiful sister you have. Is she still in the Chicago area?”

“You didn’t say anything about her mouth, Don. You do know what that is, don’t you?”

I squeezed her lag and rubbed it up and down between her knee and the bottom of her shorts, “Of course, it’s a load of sperm. Was it your dad’s, too?”

“Yes… thank Jesus he never made me do that with him. He really didn’t force Delilah to, she was always ready to please him… and yes, she’s still in Chicago. She’s been married to the same man for almost 30 years.”

I stopped my hand where her shorts leg began and spread my fingers, my pinky slipping just under the material, “Let’s look at this last one.”

Delilah was lying on her back, her pretty face propped on a pillow, looking between her widespread legs. Her father had done an amazing job of capturing a flow of white cum, draining from her slightly open cunt. A small puddle on the sheet indicated it had been a massive ejaculation.

“Damn! Somebody fucked her real good. She must have got a pint dumped in her. Your dad was one helluva artist.”

Her hand gently pushed mine away from her shorts, “I don’t believe in playing games, Don. Let’s put these things back and say a prayer.”

“No problem, let’s have a look at the rest of these, first.” There were four or five more small paintings of Addi, but in all of them, her back was turned and her father never portrayed her front side in any of them… good art work, though.

In the bottom of the box were some old porn magazines that had gone out of publication years ago. She moved closer to me so she could point out the articles her dad had written, “There’s one of the worst ones. I’m sure The Lord never forgave him for writing things like this and for the things he did to us girls.”

“Did he ever have sex with you at all?”

“Heavens, no! But not because he didn’t want to. He tried all kinds of things… money, treats, bicycle… he even bought me a car when I turned 16. Praise Jesus he never persuaded me to do it.
“I’ve never told anyone about this, though; not even my first husband. Only the Lord and I know about it… Daddy was getting me into position for the painting you saw last time, the one with the kitten. I didn’t know what he was doing when he coated his finger with Vaseline.
“He turned me the way I was supposed to sit and told me to raise up. His hand slipped under me and his finger slid right inside me. I screamed because it hurt. He broke my hymen but pulled it out because he was afraid I would tell. As much as I didn’t like it, I loved my daddy and never wanted to get him in trouble.
“He never did anything like that again… not to me, anyway.
“Lord, please forgive me for telling that secret.”

Addi’s leg was against mine and, once again, I patted her for reassurance and suggested we put the ‘treasures’ back into the closet, “Maybe I’ll just read the articles next time.”

Unbeknownst to anyone else, I had excused myself to the bathroom as soon as Carly and I had arrived. I had hoped an opportunity would present itself, so I popped a 100mg Viagra… it was working.

I could tell that Addi noticed my ‘tent’ when I carried the box into her bedroom. She had to squeeze beside me to show me exactly where she wanted it placed. I made a point to turn, causing her to brush against my hard cock.
With that chore finished, I reached the bedroom door ahead of her and closed it. Her eyes were wide as I turned and told her, “I think we need to get you naked.”

“What? Oh, Heavenly Father, don’t let this happen.”

With my hands on her shoulders, I gently pushed her toward the bed. She was whispering a prayer and a tear made its way down her cheek as I loosened the buttons on her blouse. Her clasp was in front, so I released her 36B’s next, “Your tits are amazing, Addi. The finest set I’ve ever seen.”

I slid her shorts and bikini panties to her ankles while she was pleading with God to stop what was happening to her. When I eased her ample ass onto the edge of the bed, her clothes finished dropping to the floor.

Her sobs were a little more pronounced as I raised her legs into the air, but there was no resistance. She was expecting me to rape her, but my mouth was watering… I had to eat her first. Her pubic hair was thick, but had been trimmed. The second I kissed her labia, she involuntarily caught her breath… she was horny as hell and didn’t even realize it.

I sucked her hard clitoris between my lips and worked the top of it with my hungry tongue. It seemed only natural to insert two fingers in her, so…

In moments, Addi was writhing on the bed as I finger-fucked her harder and harder. She was getting so moist her pussy was making wet, sucking sounds and her juices were splattering on her legs with each thrust of my hand. She began to cry out as she felt herself about to cum. Her pussy contracted around my fingers so I pushed even harder and deeper, forcing her to orgasm against my hand.

Soon, she stopped wriggling and I withdrew my slimy hand from between her quaking legs. She watched through lidded eyes as my mouth continued to work, holding her in an expanded state of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt my tongue gently lapping against her tender and sensitive clit. “Oh…oh…oh, Don! Oh, Blessed Jesus, that feels so good,” she murmured. She began to slowly move up and down, again, humping my bearded face.

I reached up with my hands and cupped her ample tits, my fingers closing in around her hard nipples. The combined sensations were too much for Addi; she felt overwhelmed and began cumming again in moments. My rough hands were squeezing and kneading her titties harder and harder while my tongue worked over her clit. Her hands went to her mouth and muffled her screams of pleasure, mixed with prayer, while she squirted more pussy juice all over my tongue and face. I continued to lick lazily while Addi’s breathing slowed down and she collected herself.

She raised her head as I lifted myself up, my face and beard glistening with her wetness. She looked down between my legs and saw my cock was harder than ever. “Fuck me, Don,” she whispered.
It had been eight years since the Addi had been the recipient of a stiff dick. I was more than ready to fulfill her needs. My Viagra had been at work for almost two hours and Fat Boy had been standing solid for half of that time.

I pulled her body to the edge of the bed and entered her, easily, “OH, MY PRECIOUS LORD!!! OHHHHHH, Don… Ohhhhhh… God, that feels sooooo good.”

Addi went totally, fucking hysterical while I pumped my meat in and out of her. If she’d been a Holy Roller, I’d swear she was talking in ‘tongues’. I don’t believe I ever read anything in the Bible that would indicate an incestuous relationship between Jesus and his mother Mary, but Addi was yelling things to that effect.
How anybody could be so starved for hard cock is still a mystery to me.

She was getting tired and wearing down when my nuts began tightening. She had already cum half a dozen times, but once she knew I was hitting her cervix with hot pulses of my own cum, she squealed one more time, “GOD YES!! OH SHIT! PINCH MY TITS… HARD!!” I seriously thought Addi was going to pass out with that last orgasm, but she bit a hole in her tongue and the pain kept her lucid.

I kissed the forehead of my aunt, by marriage, twice removed (I’ve always heard that term but never had a clue what it meant). I would have loved to kiss her full lips, but I was concerned she would think I was in love with her. Fucking this woman was great, but I didn’t need the problem of a love-sick female.

She asked if I wanted to shower with her, but I elected to wash my cock and cods in the other bathroom… good thing, too. Rob and Carly drove back in while Addi was still bathing. Not much action on the fishing front.

Two weeks later, Carly and I made the trip again. When they left for the lake, Addi gave me a hug, “Thank you for leaving the Viagra pill last time. Rob puts so much stuff in his coffee that he didn’t even taste it. He got really hard and didn’t know why. He said it was the first time in five years or more.
“I simply told him that I was his wife and I would take care of him. It took almost an hour, but he finally shot a pretty good load. I had a few orgasms, but not like the ones you gave me.
“Now for the hard part… I’ve decided that I won’t cheat on Rob again. I talked to our doctor and he gave me a prescription for Viagra, but told me not to push my luck. More than once a week could cause him to have a stroke, with the blood pressure problems he has.
“Thank you for what you did for me last time. I asked Jesus for forgiveness, and told Him there would be no more, okay?”

I kissed her on the head and told her, “Sure it’s okay… if that’s what you really want.” I turned around and loosened the belt on my shorts. When I dropped them to the floor, Fat Boy was hard enough to use for a splitting wedge, “I’ll just sit here and play with myself until you change your mind.”
Once she got a good look at the sausage that had broken her celibacy and given her so much pleasure, she crossed herself and said, “Forgive me Lord, I can’t help it.” Her clothes flew in every direction. Once naked, she bent over the arm of the couch, “From behind this time… please?”

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