Caught My Aunt

I never thought the day would come when I’d actually sink my cock balls-deep into my aunt’s dripping cunt. For years I’d jerked off to the memory of her in that tight red swimsuit at the family lake house, the way her heavy tits strained against the fabric and the soft curve of her ass when she bent over to grab a towel. Aunt Linda was my mom’s younger sister, forty-two but looking closer to thirty, with long dark hair, full lips that always seemed a little swollen, and a body that still turned heads every time she walked into a room. She’d been divorced for three years, and the rumors about how wild she’d been in her twenties floated around every Thanksgiving. I’d overheard my uncle once joke that she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. That image had lived in my head rent-free since I was sixteen.

It was the middle of June when I drove down to the Jersey Shore house alone. My parents thought I was crashing at my buddy Jake’s place for the weekend. In reality I’d told Katie—this girl I’d been casually fucking since spring—to meet me there Friday night. The house was supposed to be empty. I pulled into the gravel driveway just after seven, the sun still high and the air thick with salt and humidity. The second I stepped inside I heard it: a low, wet buzzing and soft, throaty moans coming from the master bedroom down the hall.

I should have turned around. I should have walked back out to the car. Instead my feet carried me forward until I was standing in the half-open doorway, staring at the most perfect sight of my life.

Aunt Linda was completely naked on the big bed, legs spread wide, one hand squeezing her left tit while the other pressed a small silver vibrator hard against her swollen clit. Her pussy was shaved smooth except for a neat little strip of dark hair above it, and it was glistening, the lips puffy and open. Her nipples were thick and dark, standing up like they were begging to be bitten. She had her eyes closed, head thrown back, hips rolling in little circles against the toy. The wet sound of it against her cunt filled the room.

My cock went from half-hard to aching in three seconds flat. I just stood there like an idiot, watching her fingers dig into the soft flesh of her breast, listening to the way her breathing hitched every time the vibrator hit the right spot. She was so lost in it she didn’t notice me for almost a full minute.

Then her eyes opened.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she snapped, yanking the sheet up over her body. The vibrator clattered to the floor. Her face was flushed, lips parted, chest heaving.

I stumbled back a step. “I—I didn’t know anyone was here. Mom and Dad think I’m at Jake’s. I was just gonna crash for the weekend.”

She stared at me for a long second, then her gaze dropped to the obvious tent in my shorts. A slow, wicked little smile curved her mouth.

“Looks like you liked the show,” she said, voice lower now. “Does your mother know her son is a little peeping pervert?”

“Please don’t tell her. I swear I didn’t know you were here.”

She let the sheet slip just enough that one full tit was exposed again, the nipple still tight. “Come closer.”

I walked to the side of the bed like I was in a trance. She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist, and looked right at the bulge in my shorts.

“Take them off,” she ordered. “Show me what you were hiding while you watched your aunt play with her cunt.”

My hands were shaking when I shoved my shorts and boxers down. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already shiny with precum. She made a soft appreciative sound.

“Jesus. You’ve grown since the last time I saw you in a bathing suit. Bigger than your uncle ever was.” She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, giving it a slow stroke. “You been thinking about fucking me, haven’t you? All those times you stared at my tits at Christmas. All those nights you probably jerked off wishing it was my mouth instead of your hand.”

I could only nod. She leaned in and licked a long stripe up the underside of my cock, from balls to tip, then took the head into her mouth and sucked hard. The wet heat of her tongue made my knees buckle. She hummed around me, one hand still stroking the base while the other reached between her own legs. I watched her fingers disappear into her pussy and come out shiny.

She pulled off with a wet pop. “Get on the bed. On your back.”

I scrambled up. She climbed over me, those heavy tits swinging, and lowered her mouth back onto my cock. This time she didn’t tease. She took me deep, nose pressing against my stomach, throat working around the head. I could feel her gag slightly and then push past it, swallowing around me. One of her hands cupped my balls, rolling them gently while she bobbed. The other was still between her legs, fingers wet and fast.

“Fuck, Aunt Linda—”

She pulled off just long enough to say, “Shut up and enjoy it. You’re going to fuck your aunt’s mouth until you fill it with cum, and then you’re going to eat this pussy until I come on your tongue. Understand?”

I nodded frantically. She went back down, sucking harder, using her hand to twist around the wet shaft every time she came up. The wet sounds of her mouth, the soft little choking noises when she took me too deep, the way her spit ran down my balls—it was too much. My hips jerked and I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed every pulse, moaning like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted, and kept sucking until I was twitching and oversensitive.

When she finally sat up, a little trail of cum and spit connected her bottom lip to the head of my cock. She wiped it with her thumb and licked it clean.

“Good boy,” she said. “Now get down here and repay the favor.”

She scooted up the bed, spread her legs wide, and pulled her pussy lips open with two fingers. The inside was shiny and pink, her clit swollen and peeking out from under its hood. I crawled between her thighs and pressed my mouth to her. She tasted tangy and sweet, and the second my tongue touched her clit she grabbed the back of my head and held me there.

“That’s it. Lick it. Suck on that clit. Fuck me with your tongue.”

I did exactly what she said. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, then sucked it between my lips while I pushed two fingers into her cunt. She was soaked, the walls gripping my fingers tight. I curled them upward and she moaned loud, hips grinding against my face. I added a third finger and fucked them in and out while I kept working her clit. Her thighs started to shake.

“Harder. Don’t you dare stop. Eat your aunt’s cunt like the dirty little nephew you are.”

I ate her like I was starving. The wetter she got, the louder she got. When she came the first time she clamped her thighs around my head and flooded my mouth, her whole body jerking. I kept licking through it until she pushed me away, panting.

“Get up here and fuck me. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I crawled up her body, lined my still-hard cock up with her entrance, and sank into her in one long thrust. Her pussy was hot and slick and so fucking tight I almost came again right then. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.

“Jesus, you’re big. Stretch that cunt. Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming about.”

I started thrusting hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently, and she cried out, nails digging into my back. I could feel her getting close again, the way her pussy fluttered around my cock.

“You gonna come inside me?” she gasped. “You gonna fill your aunt’s pussy with that thick load?”

“Yes—fuck yes—”

“Do it. Breed me. I want to feel it dripping out of me when you’re done.”

That was all it took. I slammed deep and came hard, pulsing inside her, flooding her cunt with cum. She came with me, moaning my name, her pussy milking every drop. When I finally collapsed on top of her she kept her legs locked around me, keeping me inside.

We stayed like that for a while, breathing hard. Then she pushed me onto my back again, straddled my hips, and reached down to scoop some of the cum that was leaking out of her. She brought her fingers to my mouth.

“Taste us.”

I sucked her fingers clean. She smiled, filthy and satisfied, then leaned down and kissed me, sharing the taste. Her tongue was soft and demanding. When she pulled back she started rocking her hips, grinding her still-sensitive clit against the base of my cock until I started hardening again inside her.

“Not done yet,” she whispered. “I’m going to ride this young cock until I can’t walk tomorrow.”

She started bouncing, slow at first, then faster, her tits bouncing in my face. I reached up and squeezed them, pinching the nipples, and she moaned louder. The wet sound of her cunt sliding up and down my shaft was obscene. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, and fucked herself on me harder, chasing another orgasm. When she came this time she clenched so tight I saw stars. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, chasing my own second load, and unloaded deep again while she shook on top of me.

We rested after that, her draped over my chest, my cock still half-hard inside her. She traced lazy circles on my skin with her fingernail.

“You’re better than I expected,” she said. “Most boys your age just pound away and finish in two minutes. You actually know how to use that thing.”

“I’ve been practicing,” I said, and she laughed.

“On what? Your hand and that little blonde you think I don’t know about?”

I felt my face heat up. She smirked and rolled her hips, making me groan.

“Don’t worry. Katie can have you the rest of the summer. Tonight you’re mine.”

She climbed off me then and got on her hands and knees, presenting her ass. Cum was still leaking down her thighs. She looked back over her shoulder.

“You ever fucked a woman’s ass before?”

I shook my head. She reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of lube, tossing it to me.

“Then you’re about to learn. Go slow at first. I want to feel every inch.”

I slicked my cock up, then pressed the head against her tight little hole. She pushed back and the head popped inside. The heat and tightness were insane. I inched forward until I was buried to the hilt, both of us breathing hard. Then I started thrusting, slow and deep, watching her asshole stretch around my shaft.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she moaned. “Harder. Fuck your aunt’s ass like you mean it.”

I picked up the pace, gripping her hips, slamming into her. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the room. She was moaning continuously now, pushing back to meet every thrust. One of her hands disappeared between her legs, rubbing her clit. I could feel her getting close again by the way her ass clenched around me.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned.

“Do it. Fill my ass. I want to feel it.”

I buried myself deep and came hard, pumping load after load into her tight hole. She came with me, shaking, her free hand fisting the sheets. When I pulled out, cum dripped from her open ass. She looked back at me with a filthy smile, then reached back and pushed some of it back inside with her fingers.

We collapsed onto the bed after that, sweaty and spent. She curled against my side, one leg thrown over mine, and idly stroked my soft cock.

“You’re staying the whole weekend,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I stayed. The next morning I woke up to her mouth on my cock again, sucking me hard and slow until I was fully hard. Then she climbed on and rode me facing away so I could watch her perfect ass bounce while she took every inch. We fucked in the shower after that, her bent over with her hands on the tile while I pounded her from behind, the water running over us. By the time we made it to the kitchen for coffee she was walking with a slight limp and there were bite marks on her tits.

She made me eat her out on the kitchen table while she drank her coffee, then bent over the counter and let me fuck her again until I came so hard my legs almost gave out. That afternoon we moved to the living room couch. She sucked me until I was hard, then sat on my face while she stroked my cock, riding my tongue until she came twice. Then she turned around and rode me reverse cowgirl, watching herself in the big mirror over the fireplace as my cock disappeared into her cunt over and over.

By Saturday night we were both exhausted and covered in dried cum and sweat. She lay on her stomach while I massaged her back, my cock resting against the crack of her ass. Every so often she’d lift her hips and grind back against me until I got hard again, and then she’d arch and let me slide back into her for another slow, deep fuck.

Sunday morning she woke me with another blowjob, this one slower, more thorough. She spent a long time just licking and sucking, teasing the head, playing with my balls, until I was begging. Then she let me fuck her throat until I came, and she swallowed every drop while looking up at me with those dark eyes.

We fucked one last time before I had to leave, her on her back with her legs over my shoulders so I could get as deep as possible. She came twice before I finally filled her again, and when I pulled out she scooped the cum up with her fingers and fed it to me, then kissed me deep so we could share it.

As I was getting dressed she lay there naked on the bed, watching me with a satisfied little smile.

“Next time your parents leave town,” she said, “you call me first. Katie can wait.”

I drove home with the taste of her still on my tongue and the memory of her body burned into my brain. That weekend changed everything. I fucked Katie the next week and she couldn’t believe how much better I’d gotten. Word got around. By the end of the summer I’d had more pussy than most guys get in four years of college. But nothing ever quite matched the feeling of my aunt’s cunt clamping down around my cock while she moaned about what a dirty little nephew I was for fucking her so good.

We kept it going for years after that. Stolen afternoons when my parents were out of town. Long weekends at the shore house when she “needed help with repairs.” One Thanksgiving she dragged me into the guest bathroom while the rest of the family was watching football and sucked me off so thoroughly I had to bite my fist to stay quiet. Another time she showed up at my college apartment in a trench coat with nothing underneath and rode me on the couch until the neighbors banged on the wall.

But that first weekend at the shore house is the one I still jack off to the most. The way she looked when I walked in on her. The way she took control. The way she taught me how to really fuck a woman until she was shaking and dripping and begging for more. Every time I come thinking about it I can still hear her voice in my head, low and filthy:

“Fuck your aunt harder. Fill me up. Be a good boy and make me come on that big young cock.”

And I always do.