Man of the House Ch. 01

His aunt grasped the cock between her tits and rocked back and forth, the shaft almost disappearing completely inside her big rack before poking out, the head within reach of her lips, which she licked and sucked occasionally. They continued that way for some time, Jason unconsciously rubbing his hardon in time with her strokes.

Finally, she sank back on her knees and started sucking him voraciously. Jason watched his uncle tilt his head back in pleasure, then push his wife's head back and off his dick. She stared up at him expectantly, her mouth open like a baby chick, then his uncle jacking his dick over her face. He groaned, loud and explicitly, as a stream of jizz shot from his cock head and splashed across his wife's face, most of it giant globs across her cheeks and forehead. Only a little made it onto her outstretched tongue.

She opened her mouth wide, showing her husband the milky cream on her tongue, then closed her mouth and swallowed it down, sticking out her now clean tongue for his inspection. As he pulled her to her feet with a delighted yelp, he saw the door to Jason's room swing closed. Then his attention was back on his nympho wife, who would undoubtedly fill their remaining hours together with hard, nasty, dirty and perverted sex. And he didn't want to miss a second of it.

Jason lay back on his bed, his heart thumping in time with the throbbing in his groin. His aunt was an animal! And he was going to have to live with her, alone, in this house, for the next year. He wasn't sure how he would survive. He felt inside his shorts. He hadn't cum, not really. But his body was slick with pre-cum, thick and slimy and smelling of fresh shorn wheat. He'd have to make sure to take a shower before seeing the two of them in the morning. The smell of cum was on him. As he fell asleep, the image of his aunt, her blond hair plastered with cum, stayed with him until the last.

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At breakfast the next morning, it was hard for Jason to keep from looking, and feeling, guilty about what he'd seen the night before. After all, that very day his uncle was heading out for Iraq, which was still a dangerous place no matter what the news media said. He had to stay there for an entire year. And he could come back injured, or worse, dead. Which was probably why Aunt Sarah had been hovering over him all morning.

Which made Jason feel all the worse. Because each time he looked at her, an image appeared in his mind of her taking that big dick between her boobs and fucking it. He'd never forget that, nor the ecstasy on both their faces when his uncle's load creamed her face and then dripped down to wet her ponderous breasts.

He managed to avoid his uncle until right before they got in the car to go to the airport.

"Jason, wait up a sec," Tom said, gently swinging him around by the elbow. Sarah was in the house, probably triple-checking the stuff in his kit bag. Or, more probably, giving them time to have this man-to-man talk.

"So, you're probably smart enough to have figured out that your parents and Aunt Sarah and I worked this out so you can go to college and save some money by staying her, and there will be someone around should Aunt Sarah need some help while I'm gone. Right?" Tom didn't have much experience dealing with young men when it came to serious matters, so he had to take the almost imperceptible nod as a sign of agreement. When he was growing up, he'd have been expected to answer a direct question with a crisp "Yes, sir." But not everyone grew up in a military family.

"Anyway, much of what I'm going to say is pretty common sense. Help Aunt Sarah out when she needs it. I'm looking to you to make sure the grass gets cut, the snow gets shoveled and the leaves get raked. She'll take care of cleaning the house and all that stuff. You'll move furniture when she needs it, wash the upper story windows when she asks, that kind of thing. Pretty much all the stuff your dad does when he's helping out your Mom." Tom felt like he was losing his nephew's attention, but couldn't tell for sure. At least he hadn't pulled out his phone and started texting someone.

"Now, this is the important part. I need you to do whatever Aunt Sarah tells you to do. She knows what needs to be done and she's relying on you to get it done. So remember this: do what Aunt Sarah says, even if you don't understand why.

"Jason, you're going to be Man of the House for the next year or so. I don't know what it's like at your house, but around here it's really important. But it's not all hard work. Along with all the responsibilities, you get all the rights and privileges of being Man of the House..."

Jason inwardly rolled his eyes as his uncle droned on about something. Man of the House? What did he think he was? Some kind of 12-year-old who needed to hear something to make him feel important? His dad had done the Man of the House thing one year before going on a business trip when Jason was seven or so. He'd felt important for about an hour after Dad had left, until his step-mom still made him clean up his toys. Man of the House. What a farce!

"Anyway," his uncle seemed like he was about ready to wrap up the go-get-em speech, "you'll get the hang of it. Just remember: the Man of the House has responsibilities, rights and privileges."

"Uh-huh," Jason agreed, not because he'd heard everything, but because adults always seemed to want some sort of response.

From the way she was hanging on him during the whole ride to the airport, it was obvious that his Aunt Sarah was going to miss her husband a ton. No doubt the feeling was mutual. There were tears from both of them as he left for his gate, and even Jason found himself getting a little choked up.

Aunt Sarah was pretty quiet on the drive back to the house. Jason could tell she needed some time to herself, so he kept to himself in his room, surfing the net, texting his few high school friends and watching some Netflix. It had been a long time since he'd seen Scarface... 'Say hello to my little friend,' he pantomimed in the mirror.

Dinner passed quickly, with Aunt Sarah acting more like her old self, talking about enrolling in high school and other trivialities. She was going to let him use Uncle Tom's old Prius to get to classes and such. He could have friends over whenever he wanted, as long as he gave her warning to get the house straightened up. And he could register at the city pool so he could start training to make the college swim team. She was being so nice to him. And the entire time all he could do was imagine those big boobs wrapped around that hard cock.

After watching part of the ballgame with her, Jason headed to his room. An hour of searching various porn sites got him no closer to finding a nude model who looked like his aunt. Some were close, but none matched that magic combination of big, firm tits, a slight waist, round hips and tiny butt. But now that he was living with her, he could study her more and maybe that would help. Yeah, he needed to do more research.

All that porn searching had made him horny, so he pulled on his night shorts and lay on top of the bed covers. With Uncle Tom well on his way to Iraq, there was no need to feel guilty about jacking off in his house. Or that Jason was using his wife as jack-off material.

He was just getting into a good rhythm while reimagining the scene from the night before when a knock sounded on his door. What the...? Didn't his aunt know not to do that?

"Just a sec," he called out, silently cursing as he slid under the covers. What could she possibly want?

"Uh, OK," he said loudly at the door. At least she'd waited for that.

When Aunt Sarah walked in the door, Jason's jaw dropped, his breath caught in his throat and his mind struggled to comprehend. She was wearing next to nothing! Just some sort of almost see-through robe and a pair of tiny white panties. His face got warm as he started to blush. And his blush got deeper when he realized that his boner was back, fully hard and poking the sheet up!

He could only stare, speechless, as his aunt padded across the floor, sitting her tiny butt on the edge of the bed. Her sexy big breasts were only inches from him. If he just raised his hand and pushed aside that sheer fabric, she'd be almost naked before him. He'd never been this close to an almost naked girl before. The closest thing was going to the beach with his buds. And they weren't really with girls, as much as they'd been near the girls. He thought he must be the only guy who graduated from his class who was still a virgin. Except for maybe his friend Charlie. But he'd had a hard time even working up the nerve to talk to a girl, much less touch one. Yet now, one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen was sitting on the edge of his bed. Nearly naked!

"Aw, sweetie, did I catch you in the middle of something?" she asked sweetly. There wasn't a hint of sarcasm or teasing in her voice. Jason could only nod in fascinated terror in reply.

"Hmmm. I wonder, can I help you out with that?" Nonchalantly, she flipped back the sheet, revealing his boxer shorts and, even worse, the giant tent his boner had created. Jason felt another wave of embarrassment flow through him and knew his blush had gotten even deeper. He braced himself for her disparaging comment.

Instead, with her attention fully fixed on his crotch, she softly ran her hand up through the leg of his shorts until her fingers reached his rod. Then, just as softly, her fingers slowly moved up his boner, as if reading it using braille.

"Oh, he's a monster," she whispered. "Oh, and he's ready to spit, too," she added, reaching the head with it's pre-cum leaking out. "Let's see what we have here," she mumbled, using her other hand to partially pull down his shorts, revealing most of the length of his cock.

Jason groaned as desire took the place of shock and his body reacted to the probing touches of his aunt's soft hands. A woman was holding his dick. And it felt wonderful.

Slowly her hand traveled back down the length of him, settling on his balls. As she cupped them, he felt the familiar pulse that signaled the start of his eruption. No! Stop! He tried to stop himself. But it was too late. His rod twitched and a huge stream of cum shot onto his belly, then another smaller one, then another.

His embarrassment was total and complete. "Oh, god. Sorry," was all he could think to say. She must think that he was some kind of a kid.

Sarah could feel the shame radiating off of him and resisted the urge to smile. After a lifetime of sexing, she'd had her share of virgins. And every single one of them had shot too soon. It was just a natural thing. Still, it was important to start off this relationship on the right note. Otherwise, Tom's entire plan would be for naught.

"Oh sweetie, that's exactly what I wanted. Look how much you've given me," she said delightedly. Holding his shorts down with one hand, she used the other to scoop up his creamy jizz. She studied it for a moment as it slid and dripped across her fingers, white, heavy and viscous, a man-sized cumshot from a man-sized cock. Then, glancing at him to make sure that she had his attention, she brought her fingers to her mouth and lovingly sucked off every succulent string, taking the time to roll the thick liquid around in her mouth before swallowing it down.

There was enough that she could do it again, his stomach tensing charmingly as she ran her hand over it. Then, with only wetness remaining, she bent over and gently licked the last of his jizz off his stomach, making sure to bring her mouth teasingly close to his semi-deflated cock.

Sitting up, she surveyed his body, as if satisfied with a job well done.

Jason's tongue finally loosened enough to say something. "I... I... I don't know what to say," he stammered. "I mean, um, thanks. But, um, why?"

"Silly, didn't Uncle Tom tell you that you were Man of the House?" she replied while running her hand over his chest in a way that made it very hard to concentrate.

He nodded, thinking back to that morning's conversation. Uncle Tom hadn't said anything about having sex with his wife. Had he?

"He told you that you had all the responsibilities, rights and privileges, right?" Now her hand was slowly traveling back down his chest, back down toward...

Jason nodded, still not sure where this conversation was going. But keenly aware of where his aunt's hand was going.

"So, this, me, like this, are part of the rights and privileges that the Man of the House gets. Anytime you want. All the time. How does that sound?"

Jason's heart was thudding so hard, he was sure his aunt could hear it. This? All the time? Anytime? But, that meant... what about... "My parents wouldn't like it," he said, kicking himself even as he said it. He was blowing it!

Her fingers lightly brushed his tight thatch of pubic hair. "Oh, it wouldn't surprise me if your parents knew exactly what was going on here. But, if I'm not mistaken, you're 18 and can do what you want. Unless you really do want to ask your parents."

He quickly shook his head. No way was he going to mess this up that way. But there was something else that his brain wouldn't let him suppress. "Isn't this, um, incest?" he asked, again kicking himself. What an idiot he was. Someday, he was going to have to learn to keep quiet.

"Ah, Tom said you were a smart one. So careful. But think about it sweetie. I'm what? Your step-mom's brother's wife? We're, like, two marriages away from being related like that. You only call me your aunt because there's no other word for it. But I do think we should keep it a little secret for the time being. There are some people who might not like our little arrangement. That is, if you do want to continue being Man of the House?"

Jason looked up at her smiling face, along her delicate neck, paused at her significant breasts, then down along her taut belly to the spot where those translucent white panties were peeking out from between her legs.

"Um, yeah, Aunt Sarah. I can be the Man of the House," he said, once more celebrating his luck. College. Room and board. A car. And now this? It wasn't just luck. It was like winning the lottery.

"Perfect. Now, let's see what we can do about this project you were working on," she said with a stunning smile.

Jason closed his eyes and gasped as her mouth closed over his dick. So warm. So wet. So incredible. He'd never felt anything like it. After all those fantasies, all those rejections in high school, all that wishing and longing and loneliness, he was finally getting a blowjob. His cock hardened immediately, springing up and away from his body.

"Mmmmmm..." his aunt hummed with his dick still trapped in her mouth, making him shiver. She pulled away for a second. "This big guy seems like it wants to try again. Jason, can I ask you something? Will you help me undress?"

In a daze, Jason pulled her robe off and tentatively reached for her breasts. They felt just like he'd dreamed they would – soft, pliable, warm and welcoming. He rubbed her nipples until they were hard and erect. Then, when she didn't protest, he pulled one into his mouth, his tongue rasping across the diamond-hard nub, causing his aunt to sigh and press against him.

After a minute or so, she slid off the bed and stood before him, taking his hands in hers and hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties. "Take them off," she breathed.

Jason took a deep breath, then pushed her panties to the floor, his face just inches from her pussy. The outside was shaved clean, with just a little patch of pubic hair left. He caught the scent of her, mild yet tangy, and it stirred his desire even higher. Gaining confidence with every second, he reached out and touched the lips around her slit. Firm and velvety, he rubbed his finger up and down, glancing up in time to see his aunt gasp and moan at the sensation.

"Put it in. It's yours," his aunt murmured. He swung around so he was seated on the edge of the bed, his aunt standing between his spread legs. Slowly, he slid his forefinger between the two mounds. His finger touched wetness, hot wetness. He didn't know what to expect. "Down," came the instruction. He slid his finger down farther. Still hot. Still soft. Still wet.

Finally he found it, down at the bottom of the slit. A hole. A hot, tight hole. Without prompting he pushed his finger in, causing his aunt to moan loudly. This must be it. The place to put your dick. No wonder people do it all the time. It feels wonderful, and this was only his finger. He pressed in further. One joint. The next joint. Finally he was inside her up to his knuckle. As he felt around she wiggled. Her breasts were bouncing right in front of him. Desire taking over, he grabbed one with his free hand and latched onto it with his mouth, sucking the whole nipple and areola inside. He suddenly wanted to suck on it all night. To bite it. To chew on it. He wanted to stuff the whole thing in his mouth, even though it was impossible. But he still wanted to try.

"Yes, baby, yes... I'm yours... Do it baby... Do it... Take it... It's yours," his aunt murmured in a recital of her desire. "Inside me Jason," she suddenly said urgently. "I want you inside me!"

She gently guided him to lay back on the bed, his erection sticking straight up from his body. She climbed next to him, then swung her leg over, facing him, looking down at him, the tips of her breasts almost brushing his chest.

"Hold it still for me," she said in a low, throaty voice. Once he had the base in his grasp, she lined herself up and slowly lowered herself onto his waiting cock. Jason thought he might die. If her mouth felt good, and it did, this felt ten times better. Twenty. Fifty!

He brought his hands up so he could fondle her breasts while she slid up and down on his throbbing erection. Several times she raised herself completely off of him before dropping back down, giving him the sensation of penetrating her again and again. At one point his hips wanted to thrust, so he took his hands from her breasts and held her still at the top of her stroke, then slammed his cock upwards into her waiting hole, again and again and again, until his legs and hips were sore.

Settling back down on his hard pole with a sigh, she leaned forward until her lips touched his. They kissed, gently at first, then with more urgency as she continued to wriggle and clench her pussy around his cock. Not really knowing how to kiss her the way she would like it most, he mirrored her actions, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth like she did, raking her teeth and softly biting her lip. Soon their tongues twined together in much the same way as her pussy was wrapped around his manhood.

She pulled her lips away to nibble on his earlobe. "I want you to shoot your sperm deep inside me tonight," she whispered in his ear. "Mark me as yours. Fill me up with your sweet semen. Oh... Jason... give it to me."

She rode him for a little bit longer before the urge to cum overwhelmed him. This time he didn't try to stop it, pressing his cock hard up inside her as his balls convulsed and a stream of hot sperm blasted into her cunt. Filled with his cum, she sat perched atop him, looking down with loving adoration. Then, with his cock still embedded in his aunt's steaming cunt, he pulled her down and began feeding on her big tits again.

Twenty minutes later, he was fast asleep, his lips still fastened on her red, trembling nipple.

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To be continued...