tagIncest/TabooNight With My Aunt

Night With My Aunt

byauntiestoes©

The day had finally come. I had been planning a road trip across the province for some time and when I received a message on facebook from my aunt Shelly about me stopping in to visit on my way through her town I didn't think much of it. I barely thought about her anymore to be honest, same went with the rest of my small extended family. Since I had graduated from College last year and moved to Vancouver I barely felt like I had enough time to do much thinking about anyone really. Sad but true.

Turns out, she had put a lot of thought into it.

I had been driving for most of the day and the sun was setting as I pulled into aunt Shelly's driveway. She was sitting on the porch awaiting my arrival with 2 ice cold beers. Such a thoughtful woman. I quickly gave her a once over from behind my sunglasses. For a woman who was approaching 50 she was stunning. She wore a rather revealing tubetop and cut off jean shorts, and her immaculate feet were bare except for a cute ring on her second toe. She hugged me and offered me one of the beers.

A little backstory on my aunt and my fondness for her feet.

I'm the oldest of several cousins in the family and, when I was 13-15 I would babysit for my aunts and uncles. Aunt Shelly only had one kid, a girl, and I would more often than not find myself at their place on weekends watching her daughter while she went out partying with her friends or wherever it was she went. She was single and had been for some time. After most nights of partying she would arrive back home shortly after midnight, sometimes a little tipsy, and we would sit in the living room and talk or watch movies or tv shows. Just family bonding time. On some occasions, usually when she was a little more on the drunk side of things, she would offer me extra money to give her a foot massage. Now, at the time, being as young as I was I don't really remember if it was something that i viewed as a turn on, but it definitely was the start of my fetish, and I always jumped at the chance to massage her feet. Maybe it was the extra money, but I think even back then I knew it was something special.

Back to last weekend...

After a beer and some quick conversation of the "small talk" variety, we headed inside for a refill on our drinks. We sat down in the kitchen and she grabbed another couple of beers.

"So, Michael, any women in your life?" she asked.

I blushed, not wanting to admit that it had been a while for me and, well, any woman. "Not at the moment, don't have time for it really"

"That's a shame," she sat down at the table across from me and opened her beer, "the girls don't know what they're missing".

She adjusted her seating in her chair and raised her foot up to her lap. She began to massage it.

I took a long sip from my beer. "What's wrong with your foot?" I asked, hoping to get the conversation onto the topic of feet.

She looked up at me "they're just sore, that's all. No big deal."

I had to take my shot now, this might be the only chance I had. "Here," I pushed my chair over so she was sitting in from of me and patted my lap, "give it here, I'll see if I can help"

She smiled and hesitated, I'd thought I'd blown my chance but then she swung her foot up onto my lap "Really? Well, if you wouldn't mind, I'd really love a massage".

I nearly exploded right there, I was hoping that maybe I could manage to touch her feet at some point during the evening, but I never thought it would happen so quickly. I started to slowly massage her sole, being mindful not to expose the raging hard-on that was growing in my shorts. I worked on each toe, pulling gently, rubbing in between them, making sure every inch of her foot was taken care of.

She took a long gulp of her beer, bringing the can down empty. "Oh, Michael, thank you so much for this, you have no idea how great it feels"

I looked down at my crotch, Oh, I think I have some idea is what i wanted to say but instead "No problem Aunt Shelly, anytime."

I finished with her first foot and then asked for the second, but she cut me off and stood up. I thought it was all over.

"Would you like another beer?" She asked. I could tell that the 2 she'd already had were going to her head... This might turn out better than I thought.

I decided to be bold once more and took my wallet out from my pocket. I'd brought a joint with me and I brought it out. "How about instead of beer we go have a smoke?"

This was a long shot, I wasn't sure if she'd even ever smoked weed but her eyes lit up at the sight of the joint and she nodded with a smile.

We went outside and smoked the joint, making more random small talk. She said that my cousin had left for the weekend to go to some beach party with her friends, and she told me about some other random things she had going on her life. I told her of some of my plans for a job after school was finished rambling on a bit as the pot took effect.

We headed back inside and I sat back down at the table.

"How about we go downstairs and put on a movie?" she asked, grabbing 2 more beers from the fridge.

She didn't have to ask me twice, I got up and followed her down to the family room.

The beers and joint had certainly gone to my head by this point. I mean, come on, this couldn't actually be happening, could it?

Aunt Shelly sat down on the love seat across from the TV, grabbing a fleece blanket from beside the sofa. "The remote should be somewhere on the couch, grab it and come sit with me. It's cold down here, we can share the blanket." She smiled, her cute toes poking out from beneath the blanket. The combination of the strapless tubetop and sockless feet brought on images of her, naked and beautiful underneath the fleece. My cock was hard as steel, i turned to rummage for the remote while trying to conceal my excitement.

Finally I found the remote and turned to walk over to the love seat when she held out her hand with a stop motion. "Wait! Hit the lights and give me the remote" she pleaded with a pout. I was again shocked at how sexual she was acting, very playful and flirty. She put on some random tv show and I flipped off the lights.

When I turned to take my seat next to her she had sprawled out across the entire length of it, and she looked up at me with a smile, "I have one more tiny favour to ask of you..." she lifted her legs so I could sit down and placed her beautiful feet in my lap once more. Her sole brushed against my cock, there was no denying it and I saw a gleam in her eyes reassuring me that she felt it too. "Please continue that massage from earlier. It's been a long time since my feet have seen that much TLC... and it looks like you don't mind too much either." She ran her sole along the length of my shaft, all the while smiling at me with the sexiest smile I have ever seen. I had to stifle a cough in order to keep my self from cumming right then and there.

I was floored. Did she just say what I think she said, do what I think she did?

"Oh, umm... of course" was the best thing I could articulate and I began to slowly massage her right foot, under the blanket. It was great to feel the warmth of her feet, to run my fingers along her soles and through the spaces between her succulent toes. She kicked off the blanket, exposing her perfect feet to me, just inches away from my face. She had painted her toes a dark blue colour, recently too, there was very little chipping or anything. She talked for a bit, about, well, to be honest I don't really remember much. My focus was on her feet. Her perfect feet.

She finished her beer, I had barely touched mine. She stopped talking and excused herself to get changed and grab another beer, stopping on her way to the stairs to kiss me on the cheek, "I'm really glad you stopped in to see me, Michael. I know you probably have more important things to do than to see your old aunt."

I got up, bolder now from the hints and flirts and gave her a hug, "Aunt Shelly, you're only as old as you feel, and you don't seem a day over 29 to me" I said, looking her in the eyes.

She smiled a big smile and hugged me tight.

"I'll be right back" she said as she hurried up the stairs.

I ran up the stairs to grab my backpack from the foyer. I'd brought some extra clothes and shorts to sleep in so I rushed downstairs to the second bathroom and quickly changed into something that would allow for better sensations if I should get her peds back on my lap. I decided it might be a good idea to freshen my breath a bit, not that I was expecting to get to second base with her or anything, she was my aunt after all.

But then again...

I was brushing my teeth when I heard her come down the stairs and call my name. "Just a second Aunt Shell" I yelled through the door. I did a quick rinse of my mouth, checked my hair and went back to the family room.

Aunt Shelly was over by a large collection of DVDs, looking for something to put on. She was wearing comfortable looking but still sexy pajama bottoms and a white vneck shirt. Her feet remained bare and beautiful.

I was overjoyed, a movie meant at least an hour and a half (at least) with those toes in my lap. I walked over to the loveseat and sat down, all the while watching her as she scanned the movies for something she was in the mood for. The glow from the tv didn't give me much light to work with, but I was almost positive she did not have a bra on. This just keeps getting better, I thought. She grabbed a movie and put it in the dvd player and then hurried back over to her spot next to me, throwing the covers over herself quickly.

"It's so cold down here" she said, teeth chattering.

It wasn't cold, or at least, it wasn't bothering me. I laughed "No way, it's nice, I don't think you need the blanket". How far do I go, this is just little flirting and that's all... She's my aunt!

"Oh, it's not cold huh'?" she said with a smirk. She pushed the covers aside and, I was right, she wasn't wearing a bra. "These beg to differ" she said pointing down to her breasts. Her nipples were hard as rock under her shirt, the material was nearly transparent. I was speechless, and was staring at her tits when the movie started, loud, snapping me out of my trance.

"Michael, I don't have the remote for the stereo, can you go turn it off?"

I didn't know what to say, her nipples weren't the only rock hard thing in the room and the shorts that I had changed into didn't leave much to the imagination when I was stiff.

What did it matter at this point? She's been flirty with me all night, she's rubbed her foot along my cock through my jeans, I know she felt it then.

I got up, adjusting slightly to make it only a semi-awkward walk, and went over to the stereo to turn it down. The movie was Pulp Fiction, a mutual favourite of ours.

"Well I see that I'm not the only one who's cold," she joked, grabbing a beer from beside the fridge, "is that how that works? It's been so long I don't even remember." She opened the beer and took a long sip.

"I don't believe you," I walked back over to the loveseat and sat down next to her, "you're a beautiful, funny and, forgive me if this seems weird or something but, sexy woman. You can't have trouble picking up guys."

She took a deep breath and smiled, "thank you, Michael. You're too sweet, and I don't think you calling me sexy is weird. I'm very flattered actually that a hot young guy like yourself would even look at me at all." She brought her feet back up and put them in my lap again, leaving the covers off to the side. "If the covers are off limits though you have to keep my toes warm".

"Hmmm, I don't know Shelly," I grabbed both feet and brought them up to eye level, giving them a thorough inspection. I'd been stealing looks and stares at these feet for years, I knew their details by heart. Her second toes are just slightly longer than her big toes, but it is not disproportionate at all. "they are pretty nice feet, I must admit" I said, not knowing how far to take this, thinking I should just go for it. "I'm just kidding," I looked at her and laughed "it would be my pleasure".

I started to rub her feet once more, slowly, methodically working over every inch of them. She appeared to be paying attention to the movie somewhat, but she would let out a slight moan every so often when I'd found a pressure point or sore spot. It was so sexy.

I lost track of time in the movie and at one point she laughed and said something. "Is that the case?" she looked at me, I was staring down at her toes, lost in my own world. "Michael, is that the case with you?" she paused the movie.

Apparently we'd reached the part of the movie where the main characters are discussing foot massages. I'll save you my attempts at remembering Quintin's snappy dialogue but it boils down to one guy thinking a foot massage is simply a foot massage, nothing sexual or special about it. The other however, he thinks that it's a special sort of thing, definitely sexual in nature. This guy claims he gives the best foot massages and that each one is "special".

"Well? I mean, you're giving me a foot massage and I'm your aunt... There's nothing sexual about that, is there"? She shot a quick glance down at the lump under my shorts and then back at me. Before I could even reply she'd hit play and the movie started up again. She downed the rest of her beer and reached beside the couch to grab something. I was presented with the holy grail shot of her beautiful ass, bent over the couch and bathed in light from the tv. In addition to her lack of bra, she seemed to have forgotten to put on panties. The combination of her amazing ass and the soles of her feet both there just inches from my face was almost enough for me to cum. I put my hand down and traced slightly along her sole with my finger. She jumped, swinging around at lightning speed with an angry, but jokingly angry face. "Hey! Don't do that, I'm ticklish and if you try it again I'm not going to smoke this joint with you" she revealed a joint that she had grabbed from beside the couch, complete with lighter.

I made a scouts honour handsign to her and she lit the joint.

We smoked in silence for a few minutes and then put it out. I was high and slightly drunk and Aunt Shelly was looking like she was having the time of her life.

I was in every sense of the word, intoxicated at this point. The combination of the pot, the booze and the events that had transpired over the last 2 hours had me feeling mighty bold to say the least. The movie had almost run its course and I'd spent nearly every second of it with my aunts feet in my lap, in my hands, caressing them, stroking them, giving them the bes...

"...Best massage I've ever had," Aunt Shelly said as the credits to the movie started to roll "there's only a few things that I could think of that could top that footrub". She looked over at me from across the loveseat with lust in her eyes. In my lap she flexed her toes, all 10 perfect pedicured toes raking my stiff cock and crotch all at once.

I didn't know what to say at that point, blushing to an extreme. I swallowed hard and said "Oh really? If the massage was the best ever, how could you possibly make it better?"

"Well," she started, pausing for just a second to restart the movie for some reason, "I think you have a pretty good idea considering your dick's been rockhard all night, but if I need to spell it out for you then I will."

Finally all the cards were on the table. She'd definitely known about my fetish and, given her insistent nature all night, she probably had one of her very own. Things were about to cross a line but I was far past caring.

She laid down flat on her back and raised her feet up to my face. "I know you have a thing for my feet, Michael. I've known for a long, long time. I think you'll agree that we could make this massage a little better, so I want you to do a couple of things for me." She ran the toes of her right foot down my face from my forehead to my lips and then pulled both feet back towards her, giving me a perfect view of the crotch of her pajama bottoms. A wet spot had formed there, not too large but enough to notice. She took her left hand and ran it down between her breasts, across her stomach and down into her pajamas. "I want you to continue that massage for me but now you're free to use your mouth. I'll take care of the rest."

It was now or never, and the decision was made in the blink of an eye.

I grabbed her right foot and brought it up to my lips. I didn't know where to start, and I wanted it to be perfect for her. I looked at her for a second and she nodded with a smile. I arched her foot so that the heel of her sole was in line with my mouth and placed my tongue at the base, licking slowly up the length of her sole towards her baby toe, then across the tips of all five other toes. The taste was perfect, another drug that intoxicated me further. I plunged her big toe into my mouth and she moaned, full and deep. I sucked on each toe, giving every one of them my full attention. Her hand was busy beneath her pajamas.

"Oh my God, Michael. Stop for just a second, hun."

I thought I'd done something wrong, or maybe she'd had a change of heart. Fearing the worst I asked, "what's wrong Aunt Shelly?"

She slid her legs off the side of the loveseat and stood up. "Wrong? Oh, Michael, nothing is wrong. I just wanted to make sure you're okay with all of this."

"Shelly, I'm willing to do whatever you want. If you want to stop, we'll stop, but if you want to keep going I'm all for it."

She smiled and folded her arms down at her waist. She brought her arms over, taking her shirt with her and giving me a full on view of her gorgeous tits. Her nipples were solid and, for an older woman, her small tits were still firm and almost perky. I'd never been a breast man anyway. "Good, because I don't want to stop," she said, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pajamas, "but I do want to get more comfortable, lets go upstairs." She slid her pajamas down her legs. Her pussy was freshly shaven, just a small box of hair remained above her lips. "Let's go, it's really cold down here," she said, turning and exiting before I could even think of a reply to anything she'd said. I got up and followed her beautiful, bare ass up the stairs and down the hall towards her room.

I reached the top of the stairs just in time to see her rush into the bedroom and dim down the lights. I stood in the hallway for a minute to collect myself. Is this really happening? Could Aunt Shelly actually be naked in her bedroom waiting for me? I snapped out of it, pulling my shirt off as I walked down the hall to her room.

She was sitting at the end of her bed with her legs crossed. Her foot pointed straight down at the floor as she shook it back and forth, the sleight veins stood out in the dimmed lighting, and the shadows made her arch flawless and inviting. I couldn't wait to see if I could get my cock between her soles, her feet must have been molded for the sole purpose of giving a footjob.

"Come here," she said, extending her hand to me "and don't say a word."

I did as I was told. Hell, at this point I was hers to command.

I walked over to her and she uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide so I could stand between them, and slid my shorts and boxers down exposing my rock hard dick to the cool air of her bedroom. She smiled with delight as she took my shaft with her right hand and began to lick around the tip. I was soaked with precum and she licked it off hungrily, "mmm, Michael. You taste good." was all she said before taking the entire length of my cock into her mouth, deep, back until I could feel the back of her throat. She has definitely sucked dick before in her life and at that moment I was glad to all the men with whom she got to practice. She was ferocious as she sucked and stroked and licked, and I was already getting close to cumming.

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