Sweet Aunt Angela

My mother’s side of the family is very large,  and close knit.  She’s one of seven children,  all of which have between three and six children.  I cannot recall from youth having gone more than a week without seeing all of my aunts, uncles and cousins. My father’s side of the family is a different story all together.  He has one full sister, and my grandmother passed away while my father was in his teens.  A few years after she had passed,  my grandfather remarried a considerably younger woman. Apparently,  this caused a rift with my father, who had just been drafted into the Army at the beginning of the Vietnam war.  While he was overseas,  my grandfather had one more child with his new wife, a daughter… Aunt Angela. 

When he finally made it back to the states,  my father moved to Detroit as opposed to returning to his hometown in Alabama.  He met my mother,  and in short order, they were married and began their own family which consisted of my two older brothers and myself. My oldest brother is just over 5 years younger than Aunt Angela. Years passed without any contact between my father and grandfather. Long after I was born, something occurred that made them reconcile. Suddenly I found myself taking trips to Alabama during the summer time to see my grandfather. I had little interaction with my Aunt,  as she had her own friends and life down there. At best,  I was an annoyance to her as she was tasked with babysitting me from time to time,  and in all honesty,  I’m quite capable if being a little asshole and have been known to try patience. I want yet in my teens when my grandfather died of a heart attack.  Aunt Angela was at the funeral, but right afterwards we returned to Michigan and decades would pass before her name would even be brought up to me again.

As the saying goes, “out of sight,  out of mind”. Years passed, and I enlisted in the Marines at the onset of the first Gulf War. Military life suited me,  and I reenlisted twice for a total of 12 years of service. I’m not the type to constantly call home, write letters, or waste my leave time going places I’ve already been. Instead,  I would travel through Europe and Asia,  seeing what the world had to offer that Southeast Michigan didn’t, (quite a lot as it turns out). The only person in my family that I kept in constant contact with, was my oldest brother. He liked to travel too,  and several times we met up with each other to vacation in foreign countries. Eventually however, I did return to Michigan. I got myself a modest apartment, a cakewalk job, and enrolled in college to further my education.

One day in 2015, I received a text message from my oldest brother. The message stated that our Aunt Angela and move to Michigan not far from where I live. My first thought was Aunt who? It had been decades since I had seen her or even thought about her. He laughed about that, and knowing how poor I am at keeping in touch with family, he forwarded her cell number stating that if I wanted to contact her this was the number. I figured I might text her someday, so I didn’t delete the text. Months go by.

In addition to being bad at keeping in contact with family, another thing that I’m bad at is deleting trash off my cell phone computer or tablet. One day my cell phone gets bogged down, and directs me to delete unwanted files, texts and pictures. I remember that there were several phone numbers amongst text messages that I needed to retrieve, among them was my Aunt Angela’s. I went it through my older brother’s messages until I found the one he had sent with her number. Everybody has a smartphone these days, so you’ll understand what I mean when I say that I pushed down on the phone number, thus highlighting it and bringing up the option menu. While intending to hit the “add to contacts option”, apparently I accidentally hit “web search”, which brought up my browser. Just as I was about to delete the web page, I noticed the very first Internet Posting that’s listed. It’s a Craigslist ad, containing my Aunt’s phone number. Was she selling something? Did she post a resume? Curiosity got the best of me so I hit the link.

What pops up is the Craigslist personals. Turns out Aunt Angela had just recently posted an ad under the miscellaneous romance section with the following title: “Thick Mature Woman Looking 4 Big Cock”. Not only that,  but she included several  pictures too… full body,  extra naughty ones.  She was a lot older,  thicker and greyer than a remembered,  but there was no doubt about it that it was her. I’ve encountered a lot in my life, but this definitely counted as a unique experience that warranted some consideration. I could have ignored it. I could have flagged it as inappropriate. I could have sent the link to my brother, but in the end I decided to respond to it.

I opened up an email account under an assumed name which was basically a play on my real name. With it, I responded to her post. I took my time and articulated my response well, and sent my reply to see what would happen. The following day, I received the response. It was short and to the point: “how hung? Dick pic”. In truth I never expected response, so now I’m left with the option of stopping before it goes too far, or sending her a dick pic. You know the little angel and devil that pop up on your shoulder when moral decisions come up? I wasn’t hearing too much from the angel… but the devil was saying send that dick pic! As it turns out I’m fairly hung with a thick 7 & a half inch cock. I take a flattering picture, and send it off.  Minutes later she replies asking for me to text her and again provides her phone number. We go back and forth several times through texting, and she finally asked for a face pic. Okay here it goes she’s going to realize what’s happening that’ll be that. I roll the dice and send a face pic, and the response I get is “you’re cute, want to come over?” I pause longer than expected, and after a while she responds with a picture of her pussy lips spread. I told her to send me her address.

30 minutes later I find myself parked in front of her condo,  walking up the steps. Prior to getting there I came up with a contingency plan in case things turn South. Basically it consisted of putting everything on her. She’s the older person here, she’s the one searching for penis on the internet, I sent her my picture and she’s the one who didn’t recognize me (although I recognised her,  but wouldn’t admit to that), and she was the one insisting I come over by luring me in with spread pussy lips. I knock on the door, and she opens it in a nightie,  and was apparently half way through a bottle of wine.  We sat on the couch… doing the casual chit-chat to put each other at ease… she offers me a drink (which I felt I probably could have used at that point). She realized I was a little bit apprehensive to which I simply explained that it’s not every day I meet people off the internet for sex. And to be clear, every question of hers that I answered was absolutely true the only thing at this point that I lied about was my name and the fact that I actually knew who she was from the beginning. She reaches in closer to me and we start making out. Instinctively my hand finds her tit and begins giving her nipple the ol’ pinch and roll through her nightie.  She begins moaning as I do this,  as she apparently enjoys nipple play. She starts rubbing my cock,  which is hard and throbbing at this point… in my mind I’m thinking it’s still not too late… You can just walk away… but I didn’t.

Suddenly she becomes the aggressor.  She pushes me back on  the couch and slides down between my legs.  Like a woman on a mission sheer manages to undo my buckle, button and zipper in seconds. She grips my pants and underwear and in one swift move, they are down to my ankles… She held the base of my swollen cock, sizing it up like a hungry person about to feast… then in one move,  she deepthroated it down to the base and held it there.  I could feel her tongue and her throat muscles contracting around it. I can’t lie… felt incredible. Then she slowly came up with her lips wrapped tight around my shaft,  staring at my face with those “fuck me” eyes.

In my mind,  any chance to retreat or put an end to this was long gone. So the only thing left for me to do was to ignore the fact that she was my biological Aunt, and bring my A-game to the fuck table. Once she got to the tip of my cock,  she looks up and ask me the condescending question, ” do you like that”? I hate condescending questions. So instead of answering I reached up and took the back of her head with my palm and pushed her face back down on my cock. Once she got to the base of my shaft this time, she gagged.  I held her head there a couple extra seconds,  then eased up. Once she got half way up my shaft,  I would push it back down again… I repeated this 25 to 30 times, causing her to gag for the majority of it. When I finally relented and let her take her mouth off my cock, I condescendingly asked her “do YOU like that”?

Well, she never answered the question. But I will go out on a limb and say that yes, yes she did enjoy it… Because the next thing she did was stand up put her feet down on my pants and underwear between my feet so that I could slide out of them, grab my hand and damn near dragged me into her bedroom. In short order we were both butt naked laying in her bed. I stretched out and watched as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail before she went back to work sucking my cock.  I pulled her thick southern ass closer to me,  and allowed my hand to explore… I traced the outline of her pussy lips with my finger,  I prefer my pussy shaved smooth,  but it was a small detail given the circumstances. But I will give Aunt Angela this, she has one wet pussy. One finger slid into it and I heard a muffled moan as she continued deep throating as if her life depended on it. Two fingers… which prompted her to contract her pussy rhythmically. It’s safe to assume that Aunt Angela practice kegel exercises. Do I dare try for three fingers? You’re damn right I do… This found her pushing her pussy up and down on my fingers as if they were three tiny little cocks. She began emitting aggressive growls as she continued to suck. Having showed me her impressive oral skills up to this point, now it was my turn to show her what I could do. Without removing my fingers from her cunt,  I rolled her off of my cock and onto the her back. She knew what was coming and spreads her legs back wide giving me full access to her pussy.

It’s not bragging if it’s true, and you’ll just have to take my word for it when I say my cunnilingus game is on point. With my fingers still in her, I spread her lips wide, pressed my nose into her clit, and tongue-fucked her like a champion. For those of you who don’t know, when you are eating a pussy and the woman goes from “mmmm” and “oh, baby”, to “holy shit,  don’t fucking stop” you’re doing it right.  I was doing it right… when the juice gets warmer and its consistency thickens slightly,  she’s about to cum. I discovered that Aunt Angela is one of those types that stop breathing when they orgasm. Over the course of 15 minutes,  she came in my mouth 3 times.  When I finally pulled my head up, my face must have look like a glazed donut. All that licking took a toll on both of us. I remembered from one of the pictures she posted in her ad that she had a vibrator. I asked her where her toys were. Panting and trying to catch her breath she simply pointed to her nightstand drawer. I reached in and pulled out a medium sized red vibrator and handed it to her. I told her to show me how she plays with her pussy, to which she complied. I sat up with my back against the headboard and legs straddling either side of her and began to jerk my cock as she showed me how she likes to use her toy…

Now,  I appreciate a good hand job just as much as the next guy, but to be honest, no one’s going to jerk my cock better than I do. Plain and simple. The same is true for women. When they masturbate they know how they like it and are capable of making themselves have an orgasm rather quickly. Knowing this, I just sat back and waited until I sensed that she was about to cum.

The three orgasms that I just previously given her had shown me that right before she cums, she’ll start convulsing her lower back. Right as she started to convulse from the rhythm of the vibrator, I reached up and snatched it out of her hand,  and quickly mounted her, burying my cock in its entirety into her soaking wet pussy ion one thrust while simultaneously pinning her wrists to the bed. She was taken by surprise at this,  but the hard, deep penetration and subsequent pounding allowed her to pick up her orgasm where the vibrator left off. I noticed her staring aggressively at me in the eye.  I could tell that under normal circumstances she is accustomed to being the alpha during sex. Perhaps it’s a genetic trait, because I’m the same way. For the remainder of our fuck session, I set the pace, the position, and several times when she was about to cum, I would pull out preventing her from having the orgasm. This was my way of letting her know that she would only be allowed to cum when I said she could.  Normally being the dominant, she found this frustrating.  She also found that it made her compliant with my wishes and my direction.

When I thought about the experience that I’m on, I suddenly realized was I wasn’t wearing a condom. I brought them, I had them on hand, and having led a very active sex life all over the world, I’ve never once contracted a STD, nor have I accidentally impregnated any women. Perhaps I was distracted by the circumstances of the situation I found myself in, but the thought of using a condom while fucking my aunt simply didn’t enter into my thinking. I casually asked as I continued to pound her aggressively if she was on birth control. Under duress as another orgasm with swelling up in her, she blurted out that she had her tubes tied…then preceded to beg me, ( literally beg me) to let her feel me cum inside of her. I think the combination of the taboo nature of what we were doing, the way she begged, and the fact that she was an outright excellent fuck partner… caused me to fire the 6 day load of cum that I was sitting on like a cannon into her pussy… right as she peaked during her orgasm. With my cock still hard, I continue to pump in and out of her until my cum began gushing out the sides of her pussy.  I collapsed back where I started with my back against the headboard. A good 45 minutes of fucking had just taken place. We were both spent, sweating, and needed to catch our breath. After a brief pause, I noticed that my cum was still coming out of her pussy.  I cupped my hand under it and told her to push the cum out, to which she complied.  Thick globs of white sperm slowly slid out onto my fingers. Once I received the bulk of it, I reached foward and pressed them against her mouth and watched as she licked it off each finger, swallowing it all like it was her favorite dessert.

I got up,  cleaned myself in her bathroom, took a piss, washed my hands and when I returned,  she still had not moved an inch. I gathered my clothes and as I was getting dressed I thanked her for inviting me over. She replied by thanking me for coming over and asked if I would be interested in doing it again. I replied that it depended on whether or not she did anal. I meant it as a joke, but she responded that she was hoping I would have fucked her ass tonight,  but that she was not complaining at all, saying she had not cum like that since she was and her early twenties. I reminded her that she had my number and that all she had to do was call or text. She composed herself and led me to the door, thanked me again and squeezed my ass as she kissed my neck saying to expect to hear from her soon.

I sat in my car longer than I normally would, reflecting on what exactly I had just done and why it hasn’t upset my moral compass… while pondering that, I was reviewing the pictures that I had taken during the experience…

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