Another Auntie I’d Like to Fuck

Astrid's door was open about a third and as I walked up I realized that she was wearing only her bra and longjohns. I had already stepped in when the scene became clear. I was turning away with an "I'm so sorry, Astrid," when she reached out to pull me further into the room.

Now this was a very attractive girl and while nothing was really on show, she did have a lovely young body that I could appreciate. But no chance that I would ever consider it as anything but my underage cousin.

"What are you so scared of? Don't you think I have a good body?" she asked with innocence.

She followed this up with a tug on her bra so more of her soft breasts showed, and she twirled to show off her perfect little bottom.

"Um, yea, you do, but you're so young!" I stuttered at her.

"No I'm not. I'm sixteen and already driving."

"Sixteen is way too young; I'm 23 for God's sake. It's not only wrong, but I could get in a lot of trouble for this."

"No way. I'm legal and you're not too old," she stated.

"You may be legal here, but where I come from, you are two years too young. You have to be 18 years old and I would get into serious trouble for even this."

"No way! You have got to be joking," she pleaded. "I am totally bummed about this."

My heart was in my throat as I felt her absolute sincerity and disappointment, but she'd had no effect 'down there,' something I felt good about to be honest. It might have been otherwise difficult.

"I would love to be friends, Astrid, and to do fun stuff with you, but that's all I can offer right now," I told her.

She put on a very cute powty-face and admitted she'd be okay with just being friends.

I decided to tease her back a bit, though: "What are you doing in two years, though?"

She jumped into me and gave me a most delicious hug, bra snug against my hairy chest, but that's all it was.

"Ready to go skating, then?" I asked.

In a flash she had pulled on a very tight turtleneck and a pair of skater's tights and we were trundling downstairs for a bit of fun on the ice.

We did have a good time and I think Astrid understood she had to be off-limits, but that didn't keep her from flirting, asking about my girlfriends and what was it like at the university. We skated in the semi-darkness for a long time until we were exhausted and fell into a snowbank. Naturally Astrid fell right beside me and squeezed up tight. Her excuse? "I'm cold, Paul."

We finally headed in and joined Jeanie for more hot chocolate, mine and Jeanie's with a little adult splash.

Astrid went off to bed soon after, leaving her mom and I to relax by the TV with our drinks. Jeanie had changed into some baggie pyjamas plus a thick, warm robe. Much as she'd been dressed earlier, everything was very conservative: tight to the neck, nothing showing and loose fitting. Even so, Jeanie had beautiful features and judging from her face and neck, she was pretty fit under all that fabric. (Stop! I said to myself. You can't do another one of your aunts you pervert. I smiled at that last bit actually.)

Eventually, it was time for me to head upstairs and get ready for bed. Jeanie showed me where the linens were and gave me towels and an extra pillow. Then she went off to her room across the hall. I closed my door and got ready for a shower. My room had an ensuite so the shower and bathroom were completely private.

I stripped in the room, leaving my clothes in a pile by the door and padded into the washroom for a well-earned shower. Once in a while you get the perfect shower experience with lots of room so you don't hit your elbows every time you turn around, and there's great water pressure. And this shower even had a very effective massage/pulse setting, perfect for my sore muscles.

I soaked in the experience and left the pulse pound relaxation into my shoulders and legs. I only realized I should get out when the water started to feel cooler. I rinsed off fast and was jumping out of the shower when the water hit COLD.

I dried off with these great towels, enjoying every bit of the experience. I felt great. It was time for bed.

I stepped out of the washroom and headed to the bed. Strangely, the lights were off and I was sure I had left them on. 'Some kind of timer,' I said to myself.

Not bothering to look for the light switch, I made my way over to the queen size bed and pulled back the thick duvet and silky sheet, sliding in bare as the day I was born. It felt amazing and I was instantly relaxed. I settled in then rolled over to my favourite sleeping position.

It got weird again. There was somebody in the bed with me!

"Who's that? Astrid — you can't do this."

The whisper that came back wasn't Astrid. It was her mother and my aunt, Jeanie, "it's not Astrid, Paul. It's me."

"But what are you doing here?"

"Do you want me to leave," she replied, very uncertainly.

"No. Of course not. I'm just surprised is all. But why ARE you here?"

"I doubt you will understand, but I have not been with a man since your uncle died, not one, and..." she broke off with a little cry, then added, "I had a long talk with Suzanne before they headed off to Mexico again this winter. She told me I could trust you."

What a turn of events, a real shock in fact. I had expected aunt Suzanne to go to the grave with our secret tryst for a week two summers prior, and here was her sister telling me she knew. "What did Suzanne tell you exactly?" I queried.

"She said that you were open to her when she visited you, and that you'd let her seduce you. She didn't tell me too much, but I know you had amazing sex with her — she was very proud of herself when she told me."

I simply did not know how to reply, what to say. This was too much for me to comprehend.

"Can I trust you, Paul, like your aunt told me?"

"Of course. I am just so surprised she told you that. Completely surprised."

Jeanie explained what had happened. One night the two sisters were just hanging around at the end of a long day. They were drinking and both got a little tipsy which led Jeanie into feeling maudlin. This turned the conversation to how lonely she had been for so long. Jeanie had always been very shy and reserved so finding a date in a small town became a challenge she simply could not take on. She was entirely alone, she told her sister.

Suzanne and Jeanie had always been very close, the only two girls in a family of eight kids and only a few years apart, Jeanie was older by two years. So when things got really difficult, they would turn to each other. Suzanne had been true to her word and had never said a thing about our week of hot sex. But now her sister needed some encouragement, some support. That's where I was supposed to come in.

Suzanne had told Jeanie enough about our activities that Jeanie got very interested. She had 'sold' me as both trustworthy, and a good lover. (Thank you Suzanne, I said in my mind.)

Jeanie went on: "When we found out you were coming to visit, Suzanne suggested I give you a home for the time you were here, and oh, I should get you into bed somehow."

"You are putting me in an interesting spot, aunt Jeanie," I said, "but it's quite an honour and I accept your suggestion. We should be a little more intimate."

"I was hoping you would say that, which is why I wore this into your bed."

She took my hand and pulled it onto her shoulder. I felt skin. Just skin. She pulled it down onto her breast, guiding me very gently. "I love what you're wearing, Jeanie."

"I'm glad. I am so nervous I don't know what I am doing and I was so scared you would not want an old lady like me, and what if I wasn't good enough for you, and I wondered if Suzanne was lying and playing a trick on me, and what if..."

"Stop. I am so happy you did follow her suggestion, and yes, I am sure she told you the truth about her visit — she probably even missed some things," I reassured her.

I could hear Jeanie's breathing slow down from the near-breathlessness of her a moment ago. I had kept my hand where she had left it, laying softly on her breast. And leaned in, putting my face close to hers and whispered, "You feel amazing auntie. I love how soft your skin is, so perfect under my fingers."

As I was talking, I moved my hand around very gently, first down over her tummy which was not yoga-tight but still felt good under my fingers. I moved my hand up to her other breast where I found a nipple starting to respond to my touch. I caressed her neck, then into her hair and I played with her earlobe, something that appeared to trigger a new level of response. I would remember than spot for later.

She whispered back to me, "I want you to explore all of my body... it's been so long since my skin has been touched by a man, and you are doing my confidence wonders."

I didn't answer, just kept my hand moving over her body. I glided my fingers over the face, her cheeks and over her very full lips, something I had not noticed earlier.

From there is grasped one breast completely in my hand. She was medium sized and I could tell they drooped a bit, but for a 40-odd-year-old woman, she had a lovely body. I knelt beside her so I could run both hands over her skin. I moulded her breasts, holding them together or working them individually. By now she was breathing more quickly and her hips were starting to move around a bit. I knew I was in complete control of my aunt, and that I would be showing her a very rewarding night.

My hands travelled over her hips, passed ever so lightly over her pubic mound, just barely touching the soft hair there, and worked down to her thighs. Also a bit soft (mature, you might say) they were nicely shaped and pleasing to my touch. I massaged her calves, slid past her ankles and gave her a short foot massage. That ended quickly because she was so ticklish I could do little more than touch and it was over.

It was time to go back up to the real playground... I slid my hands along her legs, working up to the triangle between her legs. When I got there her hips started shaking and she whimpered in expectation. You might say I was mean to her, but all I did was to flick her clitoris with my thumb, then I fell onto my back as if for a rest.

"Why did you stop, Paul? I love what you have been doing and it's not fair you should stop."

I replied that we had a long night ahead of us and we shouldn't rush this first time. It must have been the perfect thing to say because she gasped and let out a little mew of a cry. "Suzanne was right: you are a wonderful lover, Paul."

"And I want you to get to know me as well as I just discovered your lovely body. I want you to do the same thing to me, to explore my body all over so you get to know it intimately."

Another little gasp, this one in anticipation I think. "You want me to pass my hands all over your body?" Now she was teasing right back.

"Yes, please."

Aunt Jeanie did much as I had, travelling her hands over my chest and arms. She cupped my face and gave me a most amazing kiss with the lightest touch of her tongue to mine and over my lips. As you might imagine, by now I was seriously ready for sex, my cock being at full strength, but I knew I had to be patient. I wanted so much for Jeanie's 'first time' to be as special as it should be. I almost treated her as if she was a virgin again.

Jeanie was touching my biceps, then she knelt beside me and in the very dim light of the room I could see her lovely body for the first time. Her face was hidden but I could see that she was smiling, and concentrating. And I could see how great her breasts really looked. As I had noticed, there was sag but it just made her look bigger and softer. I could have fun with those.

She slid her hands together and followed my side down past one hip and onto my thigh. I knew she could see my erection but it seemed to be making her even more careful not to touch me there.

As she caressed my muscular thighs and calves, my cock said what it had to by bobbing back and forth as if calling out for attention. There was a bubble of clear liquid leaking out, something Jeanie must have known because as she massage my thighs, she leaned over and gave it a quick lick with the tip of her tongue. Nothing more. I was electrified, likely as she had been by the touch on her clitoris when I was exploring her body.

When Jeanie had finished exploring my body, she came close to me, putting her face right above mine and staring into my eyes. It was all I could do not to grab her right there and start pounding my cock into her. But I was a gentleman, after all.

Jeanie said to me in a little girl voice, "I know you will take care of me now, and that you will respect me."

"I feel so close to you already, Jeanie, that I can assure you with total certainty that I will respect you completely. I want tonight to be so special for you that I will do anything you want me to."

"In that case, could you make love to me, now?"

As she spoke she had moved one hand onto my thick shaft and was 'measuring' it with her hand. "I didn't realize you were so big, Paul. I mean Suzanne told me you had a nice penis, but she didn't say 'huge' like this."

I could barely contain my smile and added confidence.

"I think I should be riding you, Paul, so I can take you at my own speed. Would that be okay?"

"I am happy to provide this penis for you, Jeanie. Do with it as you wish."

"Yummmmm...."

I just lay back as I had on so many occasions — I just love the woman-superior position and I know it's better for them to control how deep I go. Then again, it's great to pound my cock into a willing and deep cunt, too.

Jeanie reached into her night stand and pulled out what turned out to be a tube of lubricant. She puddled some in her hand then slathered my cock with it. She finished up by wiping her palm against her pussy. We were ready to go, I thought.

For a woman who had not been touched in almost two years, I would have to say she'd not lost one iota of what to do. She straddled my thighs and with both hands, worked my cock up and down, using the lube to get real pressure. She did this for a few minutes, but not so much that I was in danger of coming already. No, she knew what she was doing.

Jeanie knelt on one knee and raised the opposite leg to reach over my erection. Using one hand, she placed my well-lubricated cockhead at the entrance top her pussy. I couldn't tell if it was all lube, but my aunt was absolutely sloppy wet and I went in very easily.

"You are so much bigger than your uncle, Paul. Bigger than any man I have ever had sex with, to be honest."

"How many men have you fucked, auntie?" Not exactly classy, but it seemed right for the moment.

"Five, including my loser boyfriend in high school; I don't think he even counts because he came on my panties before getting near my pussy. Does that count if he never got it in?"

"Nope. It is four, then."

"What about you? How many women had you had sex with?"

I hesitated long enough for her to say, "You can't remember?! How many have you slept with this month?"

"About six," I mumbled, embarrassed.

"So you're probably as good as Suzanne promised, then," she replied.

"I hope you thinks so Jeanie."

I barely got that out because as I was talking, she was sliding more of me into her cunt. I felt her nudging back out a bit, then going another inch deeper. She did this for a while, always in total control of her pussy, until she was sitting directly on my crotch.

"I took it all!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think I could do that after all this time, but I have all of your penis inside my pussy."

"You mean my big, thick cock is buried in your juicy cunt, right?"

"God I love dirty talk like that. Yes, your giant cock is in my tight cunt. Do you like it there?"

I answered by pushing my hips up against her, getting her to start riding me properly. She had been at it for only a few minutes before I started hearing her breath getting shorter. Her hips were now slamming down onto my rock-hard cock, in total control of her needs. I felt her hand between us as she rubbed her own clit, working herself up to an orgasm, a very welcome orgasm I could sense.

Then she came. I cannot remember a woman responding so well to a good fuck, nor one who was that active astride my meat. She kept thrusting herself against me for a long time after she first signalled an orgasm; she kept having repeats, each a little less intense, until she had orgasmed to exhaustion.

I still hadn't come, however. But I held off for now, just letting her lay across my chest and stomach, cock still buried inside her vagina.

In a few minutes Jeanie had recovered enough to realize we were not finished. I felt her pussy squeeze my cock, much like Eva always did, and I felt my erection resurrecting itself to full glory. "Want to fuck me now, Paul?"

I didn't say a word. I just rolled her off my body and positioned her on her knees in front of me. Kneeling between her parted knees, I pushed my cock towards her cunt, placing myself at her entrance. She was still very wet and my cock was as hard as it had been earlier.

I knew this rear-entrance would force my cock deeper into her than she'd done while riding me, I was initially quite careful, starting with a gentle but firm push to get about half my erection into her. I felt Jeanie push back against me, but I still held back a bit. I pushed another inch or two into her lush cunt. Again she pushed back, and this time I pushed gently until I was fully encased in her sheath.

Jeanie called back to me, "that is so much cock I feel like I can't take any more."

"You have it all auntie. I have my whole cock inside you now. How does it feel?"

Her reply was to push her hips back against me, reminding me to fuck her.

I started to do as she wanted, slowly at first, careful, then a bit more aggressively until I was doing her from behind as hard as I could. Once in a while I would go balls-deep and stay for a moment. In those instances, she would reach between her legs to my balls molded tightly inside my ballsack and she'd give them a soft squeeze.

"You remember all the tricks, don't you Jeanie?"

She tickled my balls with her nails as a reply. This just made me want to fuck her even more. I was only able to push into her a few more times before I announced I was going to come.

"That's it Paul. Fuck me until you come. I have wanted to hear those words for two years... fuck me hard. Come in my cunt. Soak me with your sperm. Fuuuuuuuuuck....

That orgasm, deep inside her body, was tremendously satisfying. No big load over her back or into her mouth or face, just a great completion into her wonderful cunt.

We slept all night in my bed, waking up around 8 am. I was curious about how Jeanie would handle her daughter's questions if she 'caught' her sneaking out. Jeanie had an easy answer: "she sleeps in until at least 10 when she doesn't have school."

When I headed down for breakfast a little later, I found both Jeanie and Astrid having a coffee with breakfast. I was surprised, but felt safe that Jeanie knew what she was doing. But that Astrid had an odd little smile on her face that said more than she meant.

After having sharing coffee, Jeanie excused herself to go have a shower, she said. Astrid and I were left to visit and plan something for the day. I asked her, "What do you have in mind for today?"

"Did my mom sleep with you all night?" she asked.

I was flabbergasted. "What do you mean?" was my only response.

"I saw her sneaking out of your room this morning, and she wasn't wearing too much. I thought maybe she had been visiting you."

I was feeling defensive for Jeanie and wanting to disavow any idea her daughter might have that we'd been playing together. "You must be mistaken..." I trailed off, not quite able to complete the lie.