Auntie Let Me Console You!

One day, as I was working on a fence near the barn, I saw her washing some rags on an old fashioned washboard. The way her breasts moved freely as she plunged the rags up and down the board was hypnotizing. If she was wearing a bra, it wasn't helping. Her shirt wasn't skin tight but tight enough to see the roundness of their shape as they bounced up and down. I soon felt my cock pulsating in my jeans, and I couldn't help but stand up as my cock rectified itself longways down my leg. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, but what could I do.

It had been weeks since I had any sort of release. I had no girlfriend back home, and I didn't really feel like masturbating in the house of my dead Uncle. It also didn't help that I was now sleeping in my cousin's room. That night, however, I was unable to keep myself from stroking my cock. In the silence of the night, I pictured my Aunt on that washboard. Soon I was shooting cum into the air, and at once, I was plagued with guilt.

A few weeks turned into two months of working on the farm. I had decided about my future; I love this life, and I'm going to stay here. I actually loved the farm life.

A few days after making my decision, I worked like a machine, repairing fences, and didn't' stop until the sun went down. By the time I got back from the field, a heavy rainstorm had started to unleash its fury, and I was completely soaked. My Aunt had dinner waiting, and I wasted no time in changing and eating the hearty meal.

After dinner, we went out on the porch to watch the rain coming down. It was really pouring, and I couldn't help but smile as my Aunt cuddled next to me. She shuddered after every thunderclap, and I couldn't help but feel more manly as she took comfort at my side. After a while, it became too windy, and we decided to head inside.

We were sitting in the living room when she suddenly said, "Do you mind sleeping in my room tonight? I'm kind of a scaredy-cat when it comes to thunder."

"No, I don't mind, Aunt Rose," I replied, maybe a little too quickly.

"It's just, I never really liked lightning and thunder...." she trailed off. "Your uncle...your uncle used to tease me about that," her voice wandered off as she remembered her dead husband.

"It's okay. I'll help you feel safe...," I said.

I had planned to not act on my natural tendencies and behave as gentlemanly as possible. I had fought the battle in my head already, and I had won. I would only comfort her and nothing more. I held her all through the night as the lightning and thunder prevailed long into the night.

Although I had decided to not cross the moral line, my body didn't know any better. My cock throbbed against my Aunt's back and remained so well into the night. Like a strong, dark guardian holding vigil, my cock rested against her sleeping body. I struggled to sleep as I considered the fact that my Uncle had slept on this same bed. Perhaps he had made love to her only days ago, and yet here I was in his place. I awoke a few times to hear my Aunt sobbing quietly and would only wrap my arms tighter around her to assure her that I was there to protect her.

I had a lot of work the next morning due to the storm. For eight hours, I worked diligently, replacing shingles and repairing things around the farm that had gotten damaged by the devastating wind. By the end of the day, my body ached. Small blisters had appeared on my hand from where I had gripped the hammer.

My Aunt had always been attentive to my needs, but I immediately noticed a change in her demeanor when I went into the house. Where before, she had treated me as her young, clueless nephew, she now spoke to me no different than a wife would talk to a husband.

"What would like to eat, dear?" She asked while she folded my coat.

"I'll eat anything," I told her. "I'm starving."

"Alright then, spaghetti it is..." she said. "Maybe later, I can give you a massage honey, it looks like you can use it," she added.

Indeed I really could use one. My arms and back were burning, and I knew I would enjoy having my Aunt feeling me up after a long day's work.

"Yeah that sounds nice," I replied.

"You better get washed up then," she said suggested.

I headed into the shower and stripped my clothes. I slid back the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside as the warm water started to steam up around me. I had small cuts on my hands, and using the soap stung them as I washed. Nevertheless, I persevered and cleaned as best I could. I was fully lathered in soap when I heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?" I called out.

"Honey, I have a wash going do you have your clothes in here? I didn't see them in your room." She said.

"Yeah, they're in here," I replied as I tried to wash some of the soap off my face.

Slowly the door creaked open, and I saw my Aunt gingerly step in. I had left my clothes right outside the shower door, so she had no choice but to venture all the way inside. Unlike the day before, I found myself lacking any sense of embarrassment. Having held her all through the night had given me a confidence that had not been there before. That and the fact that I had worked my ass off gave me a sense of empowerment that I really liked.

I watched my Aunt's eyes as she desperately tried to concentrate on the pile of clothes. Although the steam did provide some cover, it wasn't enough to stifle her curiosity. As she leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes, my cock pulsated, slowly growing aware of the presence of the female before it. After each heartbeat, it gained strength. By the time she had all my clothes in her hands, my cock was already at full mast, with water trickling off its tip. As she went to stand up, her gaze wandered until it finally locked onto my engorged member. As soon as I saw her fixated, I stabbed my cock sideways against the glass. The glass door rattled, and my Aunt fell backward while clutching my clothes tightly against her bosom.

"John honestly!" She stammered.

I laughed out loud at her befuddlement. Quickly she gathered herself and walked out of the bathroom. I gave my cock a few short strokes but decided not to release my load, considering I would be getting a massage from my Aunt shortly. Although I had committed myself not to cross the line, I found myself not trying very hard. Subconsciously, I wanted to seduce my full-figured Aunt. I had become infatuated with every part of her body. Her hips had been difficult to ignore. They reminded me of the hips in a Venus painting I had once seen. ( Nude Venus at Her Mirror Painting by Diego Velázquez ) I loved how smooth her skin was, and thinking about rubbing my hard cock against it made me want her even more. I finished my shower with my hard-on intact.

I put on some clean underwear and went to the kitchen to eat supper.

Rose looked at me and said, "I've noticed that you've gotten into the habit of coming in here like that, dear."

"Like what?" I asked.

"In just your underwear, dear," she replied.

I looked at her and said, "It's more comfortable after working outdoors all day. Do you want me to put on some clothes?"

"Umm, no dear, it's not necessary. I'm just not used to it."

Rose plated our meals and brought them to the table. We ate and had a casual conversation about the farm and the neighbors. When we finished eating, Rose cleared the table, and I helped her wash the dishes.

"Thanks for the help with the dishes, dear. You didn't have to, you know," Rose said, and kissed my cheek.

"You cook, wash my clothes, and take care of me. It's the least I could do," I replied.

"Are you ready for your massage, dear?" she asked.

"Give me a minute," I said, "I'll meet you in the living room."

I went to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and wrapped a towel around my waist. As I stared down the hallway, I was entranced by my Aunt, who was sitting Indian-style, reading a book. She was wearing short pink shorts, which said "lovable" across the back. I remember admiring how the word stretched slightly due to the ample size of her ass. She had a short button-up blouse, but her tits were partly visible through the gaps between each button. It also didn't help that she had not fastened the top three buttons. She had her reading glasses on, and her brown hair fell down the left side of her face. She looked a lot younger, sitting like that next to the fireplace.

In a daze, I walked towards her with only the small white towel wrapped around me. Before I made my presence known, she put her book down and stretched. Her arms reached for the ceiling, and her back arched like a limber gymnast. Her breasts pushed hard against her blouse, and the buttons strained to contain the bounty she possessed. As she lowered her arms, she saw me.

"Honey, aren't you going to put some clothes on?" Rose asked incredulously.

"I thought you were going to give me a massage," I said in a child-like voice.

"Well yeah, but you could put some clothes on you know..." she said.

"No, its okay. I don't want to get any oil on them, " I said quickly when I saw the bottle of oil next to her.

"hmm... makes sense I suppose," She said slowly and thoughtfully. She was gauging my intentions, I could clearly see.

She extended a bath towel on the carpet and laid a pillow on one side.

"Well, come over here," she beckoned with both hands.

I strode towards her, and I could see her eyeing my body behind the glare of her glasses. Watching her do this made me even more excited. I laid face down and unwrapped the towel, letting it cover my ass. Soon after, I felt my Aunt's weight over me as she straddled me. I could feel her soft legs with my hands as she started massaging my shoulders. I could see her shadow against the wall, and I could already imagine her breasts swaying back and forth as she ran her hands across my back.

"You're back is really tense hon," she said finally.

"That's all muscle Aunt Rose," I said coyly.

"Ain't that the truth..." she trailed off.

Soon she slid down to my legs and started working my calves. Slowly she inched her way upwards until she reached what the towel-covered. I felt a slight hesitation before her hands slid under the small towel. Her hands were right on my butt, and I could not help but wonder whether she could see my balls. I could feel the cool air on them, so it made sense that she should be able to see them. My cock had grown slightly limp under my weight, but I knew the moment it got some room, it would go full mast once again.

"Are you sore here?" My Aunt asked shyly. Her hands squeezed my ass very softly.

"A little," I said quietly.

Slowly she started to massage my ass. The towel was now flipped up on my back.

"Your butt is nice and hard," she said, her voice a little high.

"Thanks," I said, laughing a little.

After a few minutes, she asked me to flip over. A couple of things happened at once when I did. I flipped over, not thinking twice about covering myself. My Aunt had turned around to grab a small cloth and squeeze some more oil out of the bottle. She hesitated only slightly before turning back to face me. My cock was growing exponentially while my eyes feasted on the sexy mature female before me. You can imagine my Aunt's reaction when she turned. She instantly realized her nephew's young hard cock was fully displayed before her.

"That looks nice and hard too..." she said a little breathlessly. Her eyes were locked on my cock. "John are you always that hard?" She asked as she remembered my hard-on from that morning.

"Most of the time, yes," I answered as I sat up to see her better. The motion made my cock sway side to side like a pendulum.

"Does it hurt?" she asked curiously.

"Not at all." I said as I gingerly grabbed it and released it nonchalantly.

After a few seconds of silence, I saw her inch towards me. Slowly but deliberately, her hand reached for my cock, and soon her fingers clasped around my shaft. Immediately I flexed and push my pelvis upwards, essentially engorging my cock in her hand even more. I liked the tight feeling of her hand and laid back down, relishing the sensation. Soon she was stroking me slowly. She did this for a few minutes before I heard a quiet sniffle. She had started to cry.

I quickly sat up, and she said, "I loved your uncle very much you know."

I felt sick thinking that I had made a mistake. Guilt rose in me like never before.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to Aunt Rose," I said cautiously.

"No baby, It's not that..." she wiped her tears. "I'm not sad... I just really miss your Uncle. I'm so happy you are here taking care of me, I don't know how I'll ever repay you,"

I sat up even straighter and kissed her. Our lips locked together, and our tongues caressed one another in a hot mess. I hurriedly reached up under her blouse and finally... finally... got a hold of one of her glorious tits.

I squeezed tightly and immediately fell in love with their malleability and weight. My Aunt was in an awkward position, but still, she didn't stop stroking her oily hand up and down my shaft. She alternated her hand movements by using a twisting motion, and I could tell she was loving each vein and contour her hand could feel around my cock. I couldn't help but wonder whether having milked so many cows had made her an unknowing expert on hand jobs. Having gotten the green light, my natural reproductive instincts took over. I tore my Aunt's blouse off completely and cupped both breasts.

I'm able to palm a basketball without much trouble, but I still found myself with my hands full of her wobbly breasts. I attacked each nipple with the same energy that a hungry calf has after being apart from its mother for too long. I sucked on each breast vigorously, and when I was too eager, my Aunt pulled my hair slightly, effectively taking control of how I feasted on her.

After a couple of minutes, I stood up and quickly presented my cock to her. She shifted from her sitting position to a kneeling one, her breasts swaying slightly. She was about to envelop me with her mouth when I unexpectedly bent down and stabbed my cock into her hard nipples.

"Jesus you can't get enough of those can you?" she asked as I rubbed my cock up and down against her hard nipples.

Instead of replying, I grabbed her hands and made her squish her tits together. I thrust my cock into the fold. The head of my cock was visible only after every upward thrust. I loved watching my Aunt's eyes light up as I grunted and fucked her tits faster and faster.

Finally, after having had my way with her breasts, I tempted her into taking me into her mouth. It wasn't challenging to get her to open her mouth. She had tracked my cock the second I had pulled it out of her breasts. She watched it with the same level of attention that a female dog gives to a treat it's about to receive. I swayed it side to side in front of her, and her mouth opened probably without her even knowing it. She was leaning forward and just about to wrap her lips around it when I pulled away. She quickly looked up with a face of confusion and disappointment. I smiled at her, and she responded by making a funny, angry face.

"Okay, okay," I said as I offered her my cock once again.

Precum dangled on the tip of my cock; it pulsed in my hand. Aunt Rose crossed her arms and looked up and away in a classic fashion of "I'm not interested." I regretted my teasing immediately. I watched her and examined her. Her breasts were squished underneath her arms, but they were falling and rising as she breathed. I couldn't help it... I pushed the head of my cock against her pursed lips. The precum covered her lips like a lip balm as I stroked my tip across them. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Her eyes smiled, but her lips remained closed. She was making groans in anticipation. Finally, and to the great relief of my cock, I was able to coax her into opening her mouth. My guess is that the precum had given her a taste of what I had. Slowly she opened her mouth, and the mushroom head of my cock spread her lips wide. My cock filled her mouth, and at once, my cock felt at home.

Soon she had one hand fondling my heavy balls while the other hand rested on my thigh, supporting her as she took long gulps of my cock. She struggled to take the last 1/2 inch in, but from time to time, she would grab my ass and push herself until my cock disappeared entirely into her mouth. It felt like my heart was pounding in her mouth. Small amounts of saliva dripped off the side of her mouth as she tried to sweet talk my cock into cumming.

"I can't believe how hard it is," she gasped as she took a small break and examined my cock with the help of the firelight.

"You could probably hang your coat on it," I laughed.

"No kidding," she said as she pulled a small black hair from her mouth.

I noticed she was about to stand up and offered her my hand, which she took with a degree of elegance I knew she had always possessed. We kissed once again, and now I found my hand rubbing her pussy. Her light pink shorts had unmistakably grown darker between her legs, and I couldn't help but start pulling down on her shorts. She knew what I wanted and proceeded to pull her shorts down on her own. My cock was next to her face as she slipped the shorts out from underneath her. Before rising to meet my gaze again, she kissed the tip of it. It pulsed in delight, having received such affection.

We embraced again, with my cock stabbing at her stomach. After breaking the embrace, I got on all fours and pushed my face upwards into her pussy, trying to breathe her in. Like a crazed dog, I moved her panties to the side and licked her wet pussy. She cooed in ecstasy. I had only licked her for a few seconds before my cock started surging in anticipation. I wanted to be inside her.

Without a word, I stood up and turned her around. My Uncle's old armchair was right next to us, and it gave her a perfect perch. Her ass and pussy were fertile, and my male instincts took over. I pulled her panties to the side and saw her pussy contracting and relaxing slowly. I slapped both ass cheeks and ran my cock up and down her ass crack. I tapped it upwards on her pussy, and finally, I pressed the shaft of my cock onto her pussy. This was it. There was no turning back. She was my Aunt yes... but she was also a luscious female in heat; I couldn't ignore that even if I tried.

Damn the morality of such an act; I didn't care. It didn't matter that my father had entrusted her to me. It also didn't matter that I was so much younger than her. My cock was strong and hard, and her pussy was wet and soft. Her husband was dead, and her daughter was away. She was mine for the taking. I got on my tiptoes and flexed my entire body. My hands on her hips, and my cock primed and eager to enter her.

"God damn it, just put it in alrea..." She didn't finish her sentence.

I cut her off by plunging my thick 7″ cock deep inside of her. She bucked like a wild mare and arched her back like a cat as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper, filling her hot pussy completely. I gripped her ass and stirred my cock in a figure-eight pattern. I probed all around and felt her from the inside out. Meanwhile, she tried to spread her stance. Pretty soon, she had given me the appropriate height to commence my furious assault. I pounded her rhythmically while watching her ass cheeks jiggle gently after every thrust. I reached down and grabbed her left breast. Her pussy tightened and relaxed as my glistening cock entered and exited her. I was relentless. She exhaled loudly, and I could see her hair sticking to the side of her face.

The fire had kept us warm, but now we were burning as we continued in our sinful embrace. Her pussy felt like heaven around my cock. Her pussy was the perfect size for my thick cock, and her ability to squeeze me inside her gave me a new appreciation of the physique of a hard-working woman.