My Naughty Aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. Well, typical in the sense that I could sometimes get a hard-on from the vibration of riding a bus, but maybe not entirely typical when it came to chatting-up girls. I was incredibly shy and couldn’t speak to a girl I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made life desperately unfair because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a hole in it when I was in my teens, just like every other lad. I just couldn’t do anything about it. I’m glad wanking doesn’t really make you go blind, or I would probably have lost my sight before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly worse. That Easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a week, during the school holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and stay with her sister; my aunt May. May and her husband Vince had moved away when I was about ten, and I hadn’t seen them since. I knew it was going to be the most boring week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to collect me in the car, on the morning my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent drive to their house, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topics of school, music and girls: school was okay; I liked the bands everyone liked; and no, I didn’t have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into girls. Yes, he actually asked me that!

It was a relief, albeit an embarrassing one, to arrive into the crushing hug I received from aunt May who, predictably, couldn’t believe how I had grown into such a big handsome young man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and Aunt May were in their late thirties. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new light. She was a very good-looking woman, with the most enormous tits I had ever seen in real life. She wore tops that weren’t exactly revealing but showed more than enough cleavage to give a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real problem trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same room together, I could not stop myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would look away, and feel myself colouring up, but she didn’t say anything. Every day, it would eventually get so bad that I had to go upstairs for a wank. Sometimes two. And then of course, there was the obligatory one at bedtime, and the first one of the day before I got out of bed, but they’re just routine for a teenager. The extra ones during the day were all down to aunt May’s spectacular chest. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, but I couldn’t help it.

By midweek it had become unbearable – for both of us, I guess. When uncle Vince had gone into town, and aunt May caught me looking yet again, she said, “You’ve got an iPhone there, haven’t you?”

It was permanently attached to my hand most of the time because there was nothing else to do at their house, apart from go upstairs for a wank. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

“Go up to your room for a moment. I’m going to send something to your phone. Don’t let your uncle Vince see it.” Puzzled, but curious, I got up and went upstairs. A few minutes later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my phone began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. Aunt May had sent me seven selfies she must have just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the camera on her phone. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous tits were attempting to escape over the top of the cups. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so huge, they sagged a little, but holy shit! They were awesome! In the fourth and fifth, she was standing sideways at different angles. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her head, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her massive nipples were pointing straight at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her tits hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My head was spinning. What the fuck! I couldn’t help myself; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully hard cock. Looking at the pictures, my wank probably lasted less than a minute before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some toilet paper and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn’t dare go downstairs again and face aunt May, so I stayed in my room until uncle Vince returned, and called me down for tea. He had been to the chip shop and we had fish and chips and scraps all round. I felt like my face was burning when I walked into the kitchen. Aunt May beamed at me and asked, “How are you feeling now. Better for that?”

“Better for what?” asked uncle Vince over his shoulder as he sorted out the portions onto plates.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” replied aunt May. “Kevin wasn’t feeling too good earlier, so he went to his room for a lie down. I think he’s probably feeling much better now. Aren’t you, Kevin?” she asked, turning to me with a twinkle in her eyes.

I just nodded. Uncle Vince looked over. “You do look a bit flushed lad. Never mind, your Aunt May was a nurse, you know. She knows how to sort you out. Just do what she tells you, and you’ll be fine.” I would have laughed at the irony of his comment if I hadn’t felt so uncomfortable.

The evening sat in front of the tv was purgatory, and I made my excuses to go to bed as soon as I could.

I confess; yes, I had another wank staring at the pictures of aunt May’s awesome tits, imagining how they would look and feel in the flesh.

The next morning, uncle Vince was back at work, so aunt May got us all up early for a ‘proper breakfast’ before he went. Once he’d gone, she asked me to help with washing and drying the plates.

As we stood side by side, she looked up at me, and nudged me with her elbow. “Do you like the photos, then?”

I felt my cheeks flush as I nodded. I was too embarrassed to speak.

“At your age, it’s only natural, and I know it must be difficult for you not to stare, so I don’t mind. I understand. I know why you go up your room now and then, too. It’s perfectly normal. I’m flattered. I thought the pictures of me would help, you know, whenever you feel the need to knock one out.”

I was dying.

“Of course,” she continued, seemingly oblivious to my torment. “Pictures are never a match for the real thing, but all in good time.”

What!? What the fuck did ‘all in good time’ mean?

We worked in silence for a couple of minutes, her washing and me drying, secretly wishing she would go faster so I could escape. But she wasn’t done yet, and the problem was, I’m taller than her, and I couldn’t avoid the view down her cleavage. Her rubbing motions as she washed the plates, round and round, made those enormous tits jiggle and sway, and it might have been my imagination, but was her top a little more revealing than usual?

Despite my excruciating embarrassment, nature won out, and I felt the beginnings of an erection as aunt May’s tits continued to jiggle and sway in my peripheral vision. I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on scrubbing the pattern off the bone-dry plate in my hand.

She noticed. “Don’t be rubbing too hard. Leave the pattern on, Kevin, there’s a good lad,” she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to replace it. She picked up another out of the bowl, and I swear she was deliberately being overenthusiastic, making her tits bounce around more than ever.

“This is a hard one,” she announced. “It needs a proper good rubbing.”

I’m sure she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erection grew any stiffer I was going to suffer an injury. I squirmed as inconspicuously as I could, to try to get some relief from the ever-increasing pressure in my jeans, but to no avail.

Eventually, we were done. “Off you go,” said aunt May, glancing down at my groin. “Go and have a rest before we go into town,” she suggested.

I wasn’t tired. I’d only just got up an hour ago, but I needed to escape, and aunt May knew it. I was embarrassed, but grateful for the excuse to go to my room.

In the safety of my bedroom, I dropped my pants, leaned back against the chest of draws, and began masturbating as I stared at aunt May posing on my phone.

“Can I give you a hand with that?” I nearly had a heart attack! I was so engrossed in my pictures of aunt May, I hadn’t noticed her stick her head around my bedroom door. I dropped the phone, and turned my back, fumbling to pull up my jeans.

Suddenly she was behind me, with her arms wrapped around me. She pulled my arms away as I tried to cover up, and grabbed my cock, which was beginning to wilt in shame. Several quick strokes put that right. The feel of her fingers curled around my cock was just the best thing ever, gripping firmly but not too tight, vigourously pumping up and down,. No-one had ever touched me like that before, and it felt so much better than doing it myself. I was iron-hard again in seconds.

But she was my aunt! I couldn’t move or speak. I didn’t know what to do.

“There you go, love. It’s much better when someone else does it for you, isn’t it?”

I realised I was nodding.

“Just drop your jeans again and sit on the bed.”

I did as I was told, and she sat beside me, beaming up at me as she began masturbating me rapidly. I stared at her tits as they jiggled and bounced beneath my gaze. Before long, my cock began throbbing. I leaned back and groaned. Aunt May’s hand worked even faster, and suddenly I was cumming. I shot several spurts of cum high into the air, much to her delight and amusement. “Ooh, you young’uns cum with such enthusiasm, don’t you? And there’s so much of it, too! I’d forgotten.” She chuckled and stood up.

Some of my cum had splashed onto her hand. She licked it off, almost absentmindedly. “Mmm, nice!”, she beamed. “Now clean up and get ready to go into town.”

I was intensely embarrassed, but excited at the same time. I knew it was wrong. I mean, it was legal – just – because I was sixteen; but my mum and dad would kill us both, and especially aunt May, if they ever found out what she’d done to me. But it had felt amazing. I knew I shouldn’t let her do it again, but I desperately wanted her to, and realised I probably wouldn’t stop her if she tried. But would she?

Aunt May spent the rest of the day chattering away as normal, as if nothing had happened. I found any attempt at conversation very difficult at first, but gradually relaxed as the day wore on. I wanted to know if she was going to do it again but didn’t dare ask. I could barely look at uncle Vince all evening.

When I announced I was going to bed, aunt May told me I could have a lie-in in the morning. The was no point in me getting up just because uncle Vince had to go to work.

The following morning, I listened to the sounds of breakfast activity downstairs, but made no attempt to get up. I had woken up with my usual ‘morning wood’ and desperately needed a wank. I was confused. Should I have one as usual? Or was aunt May’s instruction to ‘have a lie-in’ her code for ‘stay in bad and I’ll give you a wank after your uncle Vince has gone to work’? Maybe I just kidding myself. Probably. But what if I wasn’t?

My erection had worn off by the time I heard uncle Vince leave. As soon as the front door had closed, I heard aunt May coming upstairs. My heart leapt. I could feel it pounding in my chest.

She burst into my room without knocking, and I sat up, unsure what to do or say. She sat on the bed, beside me. “I was wondering if you needed a ‘helping hand’ this morning, Kevin? Or am I too late?”

I was stuck for words and just shook my head, which was no help at all. “Have you knocked one out already?” I shook my head again, blushing at her directness.

“Good!” she beamed and pulled the quilt back. I sleep naked, so I was totally exposed, which felt strangely uncomfortable. Then I just watched in awe as she pulled her top off, unhooked her bra, and sat proudly displaying her tits to me. “Go on,” she encouraged me. “I know you want to!”

Hesitantly, I reached out and felt them. They were so big and soft and warm, and so heavy! I was soon playing with them enthusiastically, revelling in the feel and weight of them.

“Lie down,” she said, straddling me on all fours, so that her enormous tits hovered above my face. I was soon licking and sucking on her huge nipples, loving their stiffness in my mouth. Aunt May was cooing with pleasure too. She shifted to one side of me but kept her tits in my face as I continued to suck and squeeze them.

Her hand found my cock, and I realised I already had a hard-on. She got to work on me, and I sucked and squeezed harder.

After a few minutes, she moved her tits away from my face. What she did next blew my mind. Before I realised what was happening, she had bent forward and was sucking my cock!

It felt incredible. I don’t know how I didn’t cum instantly. She spent several minutes sucking and licking and nibbling; her head bobbing; and then she’d use her hands, swirling around and up and down; and then she’d tease the tip with her tongue before sucking and bobbing again. I was in heaven! This was paradise on earth.

I never wanted it to stop, but desperately wanted to cum at the same time. She gradually got faster and faster, and the tell-tale throbbing suddenly kicked in. I closed my eyes and moaned. I’d been watching everything she was doing to me, but now the sensations took over. She was wanking me like crazy, with her mouth clamped over the head of my cock, sucking hard and flickering her tongue over the tip. I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I didn’t want to! I came hard, in a long stream of spurts, and aunt May didn’t stop sucking until I was done.

She sat up, and licked her lips, beaming at me as usual. “Thank you,” she said.

“Thank you, too,” I managed to whisper.

She slapped my thigh gently. “Come on. Time to get up. I’ll get your breakfast.”

The next morning started the same way, but after she had been sucking my cock for a while, she stood up and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She had a cracking figure for someone nearly as old as my mum, who wasn’t in anywhere near as good shape.

Aunt May stood near the bed, and took my hand, putting my fingers between her legs. She was shaved, and I could see everything. She encouraged me to put a finger inside her. She was very moist, and hot. It felt good. She laid beside me and taught me how to finger her and stroke her clit. Then she let me suck her nipples at the same time, as she gently rubbed my painfully hard cock.

She kept guiding and teaching me until she began to moan and squirm a little. Her eyes were closed, and her hips rolled, and she moaned and groaned louder. I concentrated hard on doing exactly what she had shown me. Suddenly she began crying out “Oh god, I’m cumming! Oh Kevin! I’m cumming! Oh god! Oh yes!” and she writhed and bucked, until she eventually stopped me and laid back, breathing hard.

“Ooh, thank you,” she sighed, smiling broadly. “I’ve not done that in a while except on my own. And we both know that’s never as much fun as someone else doing it for you, is it?”

I grinned back at her, proud of myself. I’d just made my aunt May cum. How cool was that! She told me to put a finger inside her, and I couldn’t believe how wet she was.

“Come on,” she said, motioning with her head. “Your turn now.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“Get between my legs. You can’t do it from there.”

Holy Fuck! I couldn’t believe it. I scrambled to get between her thighs as fast as I could, and she reached down, guiding my cock into her. “Now push slowly and gently into me. It’s been a while since I’ve had a cock in there.”

I pushed carefully. That sensation of the initial resistance, then suddenly gliding into her warm wetness, was incredible. Even better than the feel of her mouth on my cock. She wrapped her legs around me and used her feet and hips to start a rocking motion, telling me to just follow her lead. Her eyes were closed. I supported my weight on my arms and looked down at her; her lovely face, and her enormous tits and nipples. I felt I must be dreaming, but I knew it was real.

She gradually increased her pace and I matched her. She got faster and then faster again, moaning, and squeezing my arms, and crying out that she was cumming again. She stopped and relaxed for a few moments. “Well, that was an unexpected bonus,” she beamed up at me. “Definitely your turn, now. Just go as fast as you like until you’ve cum too.”

I started out at the same slow pace she had first shown me, gradually speeding up again. Soon, I was humping her as fast as I could, staring down at her massive tits bouncing about beneath me, and my cock began throbbing. I moaned with pleasure.

“Oh, that’s it Kevin. Keep going. Cum in your aunt May. Cum for me, Kevin.”

I humped her for all I was worth. Her tits bounced like mad. The throbbing sensation grew stronger and stronger, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. There is no feeling in the world quite like that. It felt awesome. For some bizarre reason, I felt the need to count every spurt. There was twelve of them, although the last four were progressively weaker and weaker. I had just squirted twelve loads of cum into my aunt May! I felt insanely proud of myself.

I rolled off her, on to my back, with a huge sigh of satisfied relief, and she laughed. We both started laughing. This was crazy, and dangerous, but impossibly good. I just got laid! I was only sixteen, and I was a man!

I only had a few days holiday left, but we shagged five or six times every day, while uncle Vince was at work. Aunt May was exhausted. She couldn’t keep up with me, and at times, she was happy to just lie there and let me do what I wanted to her. I came everywhere; inside her, all over her tits, on her face, and in her mouth. She was always amazed at how forcefully I came, how far it would shoot, and how much of it there was. She showed me every position she could think of and taught me everything she knew about how to please her. I loved going down on her, and she was impressed that I was such a quick learner.

I decided I was going to stay with aunt May and uncle Vince every chance I could after that, and she said that when the time came, I could apply to their local university for my degree and she would be delighted to have me stay there for the duration. My mum was thrilled that she wouldn’t have to worry about me living away from home on my own.

I suddenly found a knew motivation to study harder than ever before. I was going to do whatever it took to get into that university and go and live with my aunt May for three whole years. Sex on tap! I couldn’t wait.

It was only after I had returned home from that holiday that I realised things weren’t good between my aunt and uncle. I recalled her comments about how little sex she was getting. She must have felt as frustrated as me.

For the next two years, every break from college meant time staying with aunt May and having sex as often as we could manage it. In the meantime, between visits, aunt May and I had a little arrangement; when we were both home alone, we would facetime each other, naked, and get ourselves off watching each other and talking dirty.

I got accepted into the university near her, but by the beginning of the first term, she and uncle Vince had split up. They were getting divorced. She had returned to work as a nurse, once uncle Vince could no longer object, and rented a small two-bedroomed street house. I moved in. Officially, the small bedroom is mine, and I have all my stuff in it. Really, I sleep with May. In effect, we have become a couple. In secret of course.

When I graduate, I will be moving away. There’s no job-demand for people like me round here. Will May come with me? Will I want her to? Who knows? How could we explain it to the rest of the family if she did? For now, I’m just happy that I’m getting shagged senseless at least once a day. The secrecy just adds to the thrill of it.

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