extrem incest

With summer approaching and nothing compelling on my schedule, I had expressed frustration to both my parents over not being able to enroll in an appropriate computer science class at the local community college. Mom had mentioned this to Aunt Jane during a telephone conversation, and Aunt Jane had quickly suggested that I enroll in the course at the junior college near her and Uncle Dick’s home in San Diego. She volunteered to keep me well fed during the eight-week curriculum.

When Mom repeated Aunt Jane’s suggestion, it took little reflection on my part to decide. A summer of one course and the rest of the day on the beach was pretty much a “no brainer.” My enrollment was arranged over the next couple of days, and I began packing. My wardrobe needed to consist of little more than shorts and t-shirts, though I gave in to Mom’s hectoring that I include some “nice things” for special occasions.

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I had visited Uncle Dick and Aunt Jane’s place a couple of times before, but as a child. The memory of the salt air that wafted in their open windows and patio doors was still clear in my mind. The patio of their townhouse literally opened onto the white sand of a long and beautiful beach in San Diego. The trip would be another first for me - a ten-hour ride on Amtrak.

After kissing or hugging everyone in the family goodbye, I rode with my dad to the train station. We were quick, as always, with our farewell, and I boarded the train with plenty of excitement. I had brought along a couple of paperbacks for entertainment, but the rapidly changing scenery held my attention for almost the entire trip.

The train pulled into the San Diego station shortly after 9:00 p.m. I stepped down from the train and breathed deeply, taking in the contrast of the great San Diego atmosphere and the diesel fumes generated by the engine. In less than ten seconds I spotted Uncle Dick ambling toward me in the distance. Like my dad, his brother, Uncle Dick is well over six feet, but he is of much heavier frame. He is a highly skilled machinist and works in the aero/space industry.

Uncle Dick extended his hand and gave me his trademark bone-crushing handshake. I grinned, and he grabbed my single duffle bag, tossing it over his shoulder as though it was weightless. We strode together to the parking lot, found his big SUV, and began the twenty-minute drive home. He warned me in advance that Aunt Jane had been baking up a storm in preparation for my arrival.

No sooner had we pulled up in front of their townhouse, than Aunt Jane literally bounded out the door to greet me. I hadn’t seen her in several years, but my childhood perception of her as very pretty remained unchanged upon seeing her. She hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. My failure to notice or remember her very large breasts is probably attributed to my age when last seeing her, but it was impossible to miss now. Though of very trim figure, Aunt Jane’s bosom was magnificently endowed.

Grabbing me by the upper arm, Aunt Jane led me into the house, while Uncle Dick grabbed my bag and followed. She quickly directed me to a chair in the kitchen and slid a large slice of freshly baked chocolate cake in front of me, along with a tall glass of milk. I grinned and reached for my fork. Uncle Dick joined me, and in an interval of a very few minutes, we jointly damaged nearly half of a very large cake. Aunt Jane just sat across from us with her chin in her palms, beaming from ear to ear.

When the cake was eaten, Aunt Jane dragged me upstairs and proceeded to help me unpack my things. Their townhouse is of modern design, with two bedrooms - both upstairs, and each with its own bath. Both bedrooms open onto a rooftop deck that affords incredible views of the beach and the Pacific. I was thrilled at the prospect of sleeping here with the ocean air wafting through the screened windows. After turning back my bed, Aunt Jane gave me a quick peck on the cheek and told me she would knock on my door at 6:00 for breakfast.

A regular routine was established beginning early the next morning. Uncle Dick actually awakened me with a loud rap on my door and the announcement, “Daylight in the swamp, time for breakfast!” I stretched and took a deep breath, then bounced up and into the bathroom for a quick shower and shave. When I opened the door to my room I inhaled the aroma of eggs and bacon, and I bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. I no sooner took a seat at the table, than Aunt Jane slipped a full plate in front of me. Uncle Dick was hidden behind the morning paper and drinking one of several cups of coffee. He left quickly for a shift that begins at 7:00, and I followed shortly thereafter to complete my enrollment and take my first class.

Class ended by 11:00, and I enjoyed the 20-minute walk from the campus back to the townhouse on the beach. After a quick lunch, I changed to swim trunks and headed for the beach. I made friends with several guys and girls on the beach, with whom I played volleyball, drank sodas, and told stories. There was no shortage of cute girls in scanty swimsuits, but there were plenty of guys as well. They invited me to a beach barbeque that evening, but I politely declined and took a rain check for a later time.

On the third night following my arrival, I went to my room shortly after 9:00 p.m. I had smuggled along a Penthouse magazine from Uncle Dick’s vast collection of Playboy and Penthouse editions. After reading a few of the “letters” and scanning a couple of the pictorial layouts, my cock was rising toward full erection. I turned on my side, facing the wall, and while I continued to enjoy one of the photo layouts, I began stroking my cock. I must have been pretty intent on what I was doing, as I didn’t hear the door open behind me.

I did feel the knee pressed into the bed behind my back, and I experienced one of those moments that last only seconds, but during which a hundred thoughts flash through your mind. Was it Uncle Dick? Aunt Jane? What on earth could I do? I couldn’t bring myself to turn and see, but the uncertainty was quickly dispelled. A well-manicured hand with flame-red polished nails slipped beneath my own hand, and Aunt Jane closed her fingers around my cock. Her lips moved close to my ear and whispered, “Let me help you.”

She began stroking my shaft, her index finger and thumb tightly encircling the head of my cock with each upward stroke of her hand. As her hand moved down my shaft, her nails would lightly stroke my balls. My cock had lost some of its erection when I felt her knee behind me, but she quickly restored it. Her hand moved skillfully up and down my cock, and though it embarrassed me, I was soon unable to lie still. My hips began to thrust in counterpoint to the movement of her hand. She sensed my increasing arousal and began to whisper into my ear. “Yes, baby, cum for Aunt Jane! You have such a nice big cock. Make it cum for me!”

Encouragement I didn’t need, but it didn’t hurt. My hip movements became faster, more urgent, and her strokes became more rapid and squeezed tighter. The orgasm overwhelmed me suddenly. My body tightened into a tense continuum from toes to chin, and the cum burst from my cock. Aunt Jane squeezed as it exploded from the tip, shooting a good foot and a half outward and onto the floor beside my bed. “Oh, yes, baby, shoot it for me! Let it go!” My hips thrust erratically two or three times, each time sending another burst of cum flying. I went limp, lying there and feeling flushed from head to toe. Aunt Jane kissed my cheek softly and reached across me to the box of Kleenex on the bedside table. She pulled three or four from the box, tucked them into my hand, kissed my cheek again and whispered, “Goodnight.”

I listened to her pad barefoot across the floor, turning off the light as she closed the door. I lay there for more than an hour, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I could walk downstairs to breakfast the next morning.

When I awoke the next morning, I lay there for several minutes recapturing the experience of the previous evening. I had to think it through more than once to convince myself that it had really happened - or my imagination at work in some other way. The air was full of the smell of coffee and bacon, and though this would normally stir my appetite, I was completely distracted by my thoughts.

My reverie was dispelled by a sharp yell from Uncle Dick, warning me to get myself downstairs for breakfast or he would throw it out. I brushed my teeth quickly, pulled on my usual shorts and t-shirt, and started down the stairs. I was in agony with every step. I could not imagine how to face Aunt Jane. In retrospect, I seemed to have no problem in facing Uncle Dick, I was just unsure of how to retain my composure with my aunt.

I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, relieved to see Aunt Jane at the range with her back to me. As I slipped quietly into my chair, Uncle Dick moaned about a baseball score in the sports pages he was reading. I was briefly startled when Aunt Jane slipped a full plate in front of me and gave me a peck on the cheek with a cheerful “good morning!” I smiled weakly without looking at her, said “thank you” and picked up my fork. I ate quietly, saying nothing until Uncle Dick jumped up, grabbed his lunch sack, and barked his typical farewell. I said “See ya tonight,” glancing up from my plate to make eye contact with him while avoiding Aunt Jane’s eyes.

Shortly after the door slammed, Aunt Jane pulled a chair up beside mine and slid into it. She put her arm around my shoulders and pulled my head close to hers, nuzzling me in a way that was more sympathetic than affectionate. I continued to avoid her eyes and said nothing, but she broke the silence. “Honey,” she spoke in a near whisper, “there’s no need to be embarrassed about last night. What happened was perfectly natural, and I’m glad I was able to help you.”

I said nothing in reply, and she squeezed me closer and asked, “Did you like it?” I nodded a very meek but affirmative reply. “Good,” she said. I want you to tell me whenever you would like me to help you.” She paused quietly for more than minute, then whispered, “Would you like me to help you now?”

Though I can’t say for certain how I reacted or that I reacted, she just might have perceived a very subtle nod of my head. In any event, she slipped her hand into my lap and began caressing my cock through the fabric of my shorts. She stroked over it with the backs of her fingers and her nails, and the effect was almost electric. My cock responded quickly, and I know that she could see, as I could feel, its rapid growth. As it became increasingly hard, her fingertips stroked up one side and down the other.

After only a minute or so, Aunt Jane put her hands at the waistband of my shorts and pushed downward, urging me to raise my hips. I did so, and she slipped the shorts beneath my hips, along with my briefs, exposing my fully erect cock. “Oh yes,” she whispered, as she wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke up and down its length. She moved her hand away briefly, and I panicked - thinking she was going to stop. But she paused only to rub her fingers across the cube of butter in the butter dish on the table, then wrapped them back around my cock and resumed stroking - only now with a motion that was even more fluid.

Now each of her strokes brought increasing urgency to my brain and body. She alternated the grip of her fingers on my cock, sometimes stroking the shaft with the tips of her fingernails, other times gripping it firmly with her fingers wrapped around it. I began making involuntary upward thrusts of my pelvis, rocking up to meet the downward stroke of her hand on the shaft of my cock. When her fingers reached the head of my cock, she would rub her thumb lightly across the tip and stroke the sensitive spot beneath the head with the tips of her fingernails.

“Unnnnnhhhhh,” I moaned, almost caveman-like. My hips moved with even greater urgency now, my pelvic thrusts becoming more pronounced. Aunt Jane sensed an approaching climax, and her hand moved more rapidly. She tightened her grip around my cock and held her lips close to my ear.

“Yes, baby, cum for me!” she whispered, urging me onward. “Shoot that big load for me.” Her thumb rubbed across the head with each stroke of her hand, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. “Let’s milk your balls dry, honey!” she whispered hoarsely.

My hips literally lifted off the seat as her hand flew up and down my shaft. She sensed my imminent orgasm and snatched a paper napkin off the table. “Aaaahhhhhhhhh, ” I groaned, as the first burst of cum shot up the length of my shaft. Aunt Jane slipped the napkin over the head of my cock as she continued to stroke the shaft.

“Yesssss, sweetie, shoot your load for me!” I responded with another sharp upward thrust of my hips as a second burst of cum streamed from the shaft of my cock, then a third, and maybe a fourth. This may well have been the most dramatic orgasm of my life to that point in time. A warm glow radiated outward from my balls, moving down my thighs and up my torso simultaneously. My hips dropped onto the seat of my chair, as my heart raced as though I had just run 100 yards.

Aunt Jane didn’t wait for any “after-glow,” getting up quickly from her chair as she squeezed the napkin around the head of my cock and kissed me again, lightly on the cheek. She simply took two steps toward the kitchen sink and began rinsing the breakfast dishes, her back to me. Though I didn’t read it at the time, this was clearly a measure to minimize my embarrassment. I stared at her for a few seconds, still struggling to believe that this mature beauty was doing this to me. Her small round ass was poured into a pair of very tight, short shorts. A t-shirt hugged her torso, and as her hands moved in the sink, I could easily see the outer profile of her large, round breasts on either side of her ribcage. I snapped out of it, tugged my shorts up, grabbed my lunch from the counter, and slipped out the back door - being careful not to let the door slam — and off to school, smiling broadly all the way.

Two days passed routinely with nothing more than a regular smile and an occasional peck on the cheek from Aunt Jane. At times I began to wonder if any of the images that filled my mind so frequently had really happened at all. Then Thursday afternoon rolled around.

My class ended a little late, so my usual leisurely stroll home took on a little more urgency, stimulated by my hunger. I entered the townhouse noisily by the front door, but there was no reply to my cheerful “Hi!” I walked into the kitchen and immediately noticed a large yellow “sticky note” on the refrigerator door. Aunt Jane’s familiar script read, “Lunch is in the frig. Bring it up to the deck, and let’s eat.”

I opened the refrigerator door, and sure enough, a tray was laden with sandwiches, chips and soda cans. I dropped my knapsack to the floor and slid the tray from the refrigerator. Closing the door with my heel, I turned toward the stairs. Taking the stairs one at a time, I was careful not to spill or drop anything from the tray. I entered my bedroom to obtain access to the deck.

Aunt Jane was fully reclined on one of the chaise lounges on the deck. I stopped quietly at the sliding glass door to take stock. She was wearing one of the tiniest bikini’s I had ever seen. It was crocheted, and the “cups” of the bra did little more than cover the areolas and nipples on each of her firm, round breasts. The bikini bottom formed a small triangle at her crotch, covering only the absolute minimum and leaving little to the imagination. Aunt Jane was wearing a large pair of sunglasses and was reading a magazine. I bit my lip as I surveyed her firm, tanned figure and wondered how I could appear “casual” as I walked out the door.

When she heard the door slide open, Aunt Jane looked up with her usual great smile and chirped, “Hi, I was wondering when you would show up. I’m starved!”

“Class ran long,” I replied, “and my stomach is eating a hole in my backbone.”

“Let’s eat!” she said, raising the back of her lounge to a near vertical position as I approached with tray in hands. She motioned to the small table between the two chaise lounges, and I sat the tray down. I sat on the edge of the lounge opposite her.

Aunt Jane went about removing the plastic wrap from the tray, showing no signs of self-consciousness over her appearance. She handed me half a sandwich with a smile, taking another for herself and biting off a corner of it with enthusiasm. “Yummmm,” she almost moaned, “this probably wouldn’t taste so good if I weren’t so hungry.”

I alternated among bites of my sandwich, handfuls of chips, and gulps from a can of Coke, all the while discretely drinking in her body. A light gold chain around her neck and two clips in her hair were all that she wore besides the few square inches of bikini. She had a uniform tan that obviously covered her entire body, and a few beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and breastbone. The sound of the waves and the scent of the sea breeze made positive contributions to the near idyllic scene.

After finishing two sandwich halves, Aunt Jane pulled the dark glasses halfway down the bridge of her nose with a single finger. She stared at me over the tops of the sunglasses and asked in an almost menacing tone, “Are you staring at me, Barry?”

My gulp was almost audible, and I lied unconvincingly. “No. No!”

“Don’t you fib to me,” she hissed. “I could see you staring at me.” She paused long enough for my embarrassment to become patently obvious, then added, “Don’t be embarrassed, honey, I don’t mind. In fact, I kind of like it.” She grinned with the last remark, pushed her sunglasses back up, and reclined the back of her lounge about 45 degrees. “You haven’t asked me for any help lately, honey. Are you o.k.?”

Her question threw me off balance again. I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah, I’m o.k., I guess.”

“Would you like some help right now?” I barely paused before nodding my head in the affirmative, and she responded by gracefully turning knees and ankles together, putting her feet to the deck and standing. She reached for my hand, pulled me upright, then led me toward the house. She slid the screened door to my bedroom open, leading me inside and closing the screen behind us. She walked straight to the side of my bed and sat down midway between the headboard and the foot of the bed. She pulled me, still standing, to a position directly in front of her.

“Well, these have to come down,” she said, pulling my shorts and briefs down together, letting them drop around my ankles. My cock was already fully rigid, and she made a low whistle as it bounced into view. She looked up at me and smiled as she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it, squeezing it softly. “Oh, baby, you do need help,” she said very quietly, but not in a whisper. The fingertips of her left hand slipped beneath my balls, touching them lightly, as her right hand began sliding up and down the length of my shaft.

Her hand moved very slowly up and down the length of my iron-hard cock. Her touch was both delicate and firm, stimulating chills or bolts of energy that cascaded up and down my arms, legs and backbone. My hips began rocking back forth involuntarily, moving in time to the strokes of her hand on my cock. “Feels good, doesn’t it honey?” she stated more than asked. I answered with only a low moan that was a clear affirmative. “You have such a beautiful cock, baby. It feels so good in my hand.” She tightened the grip of her fingers each time they approached the swollen head of my cock, generating a soft moan from me with each circuit.

Her incredible breasts rose and fell on her chest with her breathing, and I could see the nipples and areolas both swelling beneath the thin crocheted fabric of her bikini top. I bit my lip and allowed the fingertips of my right hand to slide along the outside of her left breast. When she made no move in response, I began lightly caressing the soft and very warm skin on the outside of her breast. She seemed to increase the tempo of her strokes on my cock as I moved my fingers over the side of her breast. Emboldened by this, I slipped my hand down over the top of her breast, sliding the tips of my fingers under the tiny patch of fabric that covered her areola and nipple.

She abruptly halted her strokes on my cock, moving her hand quickly to grasp my wrist, pulling my fingers from beneath her bikini top. She replaced my fingers at the side of her breast, saying nothing and resuming her strokes on my cock. I was disappointed but gratified myself with continuous caresses to the side of her firm breast.

The movements of my hips became more urgent. She looked up at me and smiled, then lowered her head, pressing her lips to the head of my cock. I watched through wide eyes as her lips slipped slowly down over the head, then sucked it gently. The feeling was beyond incredible, and the visual was beyond belief. This beautiful, bountifully blessed woman had the head of my cock between her lips, sucking it with apparent relish. My reaction, entirely automatic, was to thrust forward.

Aunt Jane responded to my thrust by moving both of her hands to my ass. She gripped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me toward her, forcing my cock to thrust fully into her mouth. She took its full length, the head undoubtedly pressing back into her throat, holding me there briefly, then allowing me to stroke outward. She moved her head back to get her lips tightly around the head of my cock again, sucking there briefly, then using her hands on my ass to push me full-length back into her mouth. The fingers of both my hands now caressed the outside of both her breasts, and the thrusts of my hips - propelled along by her hands firmly gripping me - became more rapid and urgent.

She pulled her mouth away from my cock just long enough to whisper, “Let it go, baby, cum for me.” Her lips closed tightly around my cock again, and her hands pushed at my ass to drive my cock deep into her mouth and throat. The idea of cumming in her mouth seemed outrageous, but the instincts that I was feeling overcame any sense of outrage.

The impending explosion began as a tightening sensation in my balls. I could feel the build-up to an orgasm, and I also knew there was nothing I could do to slow it down. I moved my hips faster and harder, and Aunt Jane seemed to sense what was happening. Her lips tightened around the head of my cock with each outward stroke, and she pushed me inward, almost with ferocity.

The eruption began in my balls, the cum bursting rapidly up the length of my cock, the first installment splattering into Aunt Jane’s mouth. I could feel her swallow and sensed the increased urgency with which she both sucked at my cock and pushed on my ass. The second blast of cum spurted into her mouth, followed by a third… and maybe a fourth. The bolts of energy fired up and down my body and seemed to energize every cell from my toes to my scalp. Just as quickly the energy seemed to drain from me, and I felt like I might fall down.

Aunt Jane continued to suck at my cock, then slowly pulled her mouth away from it, letting the head rub down over her chin as it dropped away. A glob of cum rested at one corner of her mouth, and she moved an index fingertip to push it into her mouth as she smiled broadly at me. “Baby feel much better now?” she intoned, almost in baby-talk. I grinned in a very languid way and put a hand on her shoulder to support myself.

She leaned forward to plant a firm kiss in the middle of my belly, halfway between my navel and pubic mound. Then she slipped around me, standing up, and whispered into my ear, “Go get cleaned up.” She walked through the door of my bedroom into the hall, and I heard the door to her bedroom close behind her. I dropped to the bed and lay there for five minutes or more before deciding I had better follow instructions. I dragged myself into the shower, and as the stimulating spray from the showerhead restored me to a fully conscious state, I replayed the events of the past twenty minutes in my mind. By the time my shower was concluded, my jaw literally ached from smiling too much and too long.

After completing my shower, I dressed in a clean t-shirt and swim trunks. Aunt Jane was back on the deck, sunning herself and reading a magazine. I spoke to her from the open patio door to my room: “I’m going down to the beach. “

She raised herself on one elbow and smiled. “Stay out of trouble, Romeo,” she almost sang at me. I headed off for several hours of beach volleyball and trading stories with friends on the beach.

Two more days passed without incident, but on the third day I returned from school to find another “sticky note” on the refrigerator door. “Lunch is inside. Bring it up to the deck.” I retrieved the tray from the refrigerator. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder if this lunch would proceed like the one of three days ago. My pulse rate increased with each step.

Aunt Jane was in the same spot, reclining on the lounge and wearing another of what seemed like a limitless supply of bikinis. This one looked to be of cotton fabric and had black and white stripes that angled across the bra and the bottom. Though it covered more than the crocheted number of earlier in the week, it still left little to the imagination regarding the shape, size and firmness of Aunt Jane’s physical attributes.

As I pushed the door open, she sat upright and turned to clear the small table between the two chaise lounges. She smiled brightly and said “hi” as I sat the tray down. I smiled back without remark and watched as she peeled the clear wrap from the tray. I loved to watch her bountiful breasts move with the limited restraint of the bikini top. Occasionally, when she bent her torso or shoulders at the right angle, I could see the edge of an areola and the hint of a nipple. Both nipples were fully erect and straining against the fabric of the bikini top. I could feel my cock beginning to harden as I watched her.

“There, let’s eat,” she said, as she organized the sandwiches and chips. I sat down and picked up a sandwich, consuming half of it before putting it back and reaching for a soda can. “How is class going,” she asked with obvious sincerity.

“It’s great, Aunt Jane! I can’t believe how much I am learning in such a short time,” I enthused. “These teachers seem to know so much more than the ones I have back home, and the computer lab is terrific.”

“I’m so glad it’s working out as you hoped,” she said. “I would hate for this summer to have been a waste for you.”

I grinned in spite of myself and mumbled, “There’s no way it would have been a waste.”

“I think you have your mind on something else,” she said with a sly look on her face. “You aren’t getting too distracted, are you?”

“Oh, no, Aunt Jane. I am really focused on my schoolwork, and I know that I’ll get an “A” in the course. I’m not distracted at all. Please don’t think that.” I was really concerned that she might have second thoughts about our “other” activities.

“Well, I’ll count on that “A”,” she said, as she stood up abruptly. She reached down for my hand, and taking it, she pulled me upright. “Let’s put an edge on your appetite,” she said with the hint of an evil grin. I followed as she led me into my bedroom.

She strode through the door without looking to confirm my following her). She sat in the same place on the edge of my bed. When I stepped in front of her, she unceremoniously pulled my shorts and underwear down. She smiled as my fully erect cock bobbed into view. As she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked upward, her eyes were locked with mine. She smiled as my expression turned to one of profound pleasure. “Mmmmm, baby, you like this, don’t you?” The question didn’t really call for a reply, and I didn’t make one. She continued to watch my eyes as her hand stroked up and down the length of my cock.

I put one hand on her shoulder to steady myself, and I watched as her tongue darted out to lick the tip of the head of my cock. I gasped quietly and slid my hand down to caress the side of her breast. She continued to stroke me, then lowered her head to close her lips around the head of my cock. I decided to risk another setback, and slipped my hand over the top of her breast, sliding my fingertips under the bikini bra. My fingers slid over her large, swollen nipple, and this time she seemed to ignore what I was doing, as her head bobbed up and down on my cock and her hand stroked my shaft.

Encouraged, I slipped the other hand over the top of the opposite breast, then took both nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. I tugged and stroked them gently as I watched her head and hand moving on my cock. Aunt Jane’s torso seemed to move slightly as I caressed her nipples. I pinched them gently then watched with surprise as her free hand reached to the back of her neck and untied the bikini top. The cups fell and hung beneath her breasts. I was amazed at seeing them in full splendor. My fingers alternated between pulling on her nipples and squeezing the full globes of her breasts.

Abruptly, Aunt Jane pulled her mouth away from my cock. “Damn!” she said in a loud whisper. She swung her legs up onto the bed and lay back, reaching for my hand and pulling me down over her. I moved awkwardly, slipping between her legs and supporting my torso above her on one arm. “Do you want this, baby?” she asked, her eyes full of sincerity, as she untied the bottom of her bikini and pulled it away.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, almost choking on the words. I felt one hand on my cock and the other on my hip as she guided me. I looked down the length of our torsos to watch her rubbing the head of my cock between her pussy lips. There was a clear change of sensation as she pressed the head against her opening and tugged on the shaft, urging me to thrust inward. I didn’t require any more urging than that. I thrust eagerly.

“Oh, yesssssssss,” she breathed as my cock penetrated her. The sensation of her pussy enveloping my cock overwhelmed me. It was simultaneously warm, soft, wet and tight. The full length of my cock slid into her until our pubic bones were pressed hard together. I instinctively withdrew, pulling my cock at least halfway out, then thrusting in again. I felt her raise her hips to meet me, pushing hard against me. Then the unbelievable - the unacceptable - the reprehensible occurred. Almost without sensation, but in a molten rush, my load of semen burst from my balls and up the length of my cock, exploding into her.

I collapsed onto her, burying my head in her shoulder. I was embarrassed and frustrated, uncertain which I felt more. Aunt Jane caressed the back of my head and neck with her hand and whispered into my ear. “It’s o.k., honey. Don’t worry. Just lie still.” She continued to caress my neck, shoulders and back. As I felt my cock shrinking from her, I suppressed a groan of despair.

We lay there for several minutes, perhaps twenty or more. Then Aunt Jane tipped me to one side and rolled so that we faced one another. She extended a hand to caress my cock, stroking it as it responded to her touch. “See,” she whispered, “you just have to be patient.” She pressed a shoulder against me, urging me back above her as she moved fully onto her back. Her hand guided my cock once again, and for the second time I felt the glory of being fully inside her. I raised my upper torso onto my elbows and began thrusting my cock into and pulling it out of her. She put both her hands on my ass and gripped me there, guiding my movement. When I had penetrated her fully, she held me there briefly and then pulled at my cheeks to encourage my withdrawal. Following the direction of her hands, I was soon slamming into her and withdrawing with a regular motion.

“Mmmmm, yes, baby, give me that cock,” she hissed. “That feels sooooo good!” She raised her pelvis to meet each of my thrusts, grinding against me when my cock was thrust fully inside her. The two magnificent globes of her breasts bounced with each of my thrusts. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as I alternately shoved and withdrew my cock. “You like those titties, don’t you?”

“Oh, man, yessss. I love ‘em.”

“Then suck them, baby; suck them while you fuck me,” she groaned. I responded by dropping my head and closing my lips around a swollen nipple. I sucked it in as I thrust my cock hard into her. My tongue and lips ground at her nipple, as my cock slammed repeatedly into her. I was momentarily alarmed when I heard a cry emanating from her throat. It sounded almost tortured, but the look on her face said otherwise.

“Oh,” she pleaded. “Oh, Barry, fuck me, honey!” She moaned non-stop as I thrust my cock into her hard and fast. She held onto my shoulders and pulled herself toward me with each thrust. Suddenly her body became rigid as she gasped in a long cry. Her body went limp, dropping to the mattress. Her hands, still on my shoulders, pulled me down on top of her. She held me there tightly, without saying anything. She remained quiet for three or four minutes, and I honored her silence with my own. I felt her kiss my cheek. She whispered, “Honey, that was wonderful.” I only smiled my response. She smiled back, and I felt her hand slipping between us, feeling my cock, which remained hard and inside her.

“Oh, baby, you are too good,” she teased. She pushed me away, forcing me to withdraw from her and pushing me up to rest on my shins. She rolled onto her knees, pushed her beautiful ass up into the air, and looked back at me over her shoulder. “Put that cock back in me, honey,” she whispered. I stared uncertainly. “It’s called ‘doggy style’, honey,” she said with a hint of impatience. “Now fuck me like a big doggy.” I pressed the head of my cock to her slit and was surprised at how easily it slid back into her. With one stroke I pressed it home and was surprised at how deeply at home it felt.

“Oh, Barry, that cock of yours feels so good!” She pushed back against me., and I took the hint. I thrust into her, then almost fully withdrew, and then thrust deep into her again. I could feel her gripping my cock with muscles in her pussy, and she thrust her body back to meet each inward thrust of my cock. I turned briefly to one side, and across the room in the mirror I could see us. Her magnificent tits bounced wildly beneath her as we parted and came togetherrepeatedly. I watched as I continued to thrust, and the combination of the visual and the grip she maintained on my cock brought me quickly to the point of no return. I felt the explosion building.

“Ohhhh, Aunt Jane! I’m going to cum!!!!” I groaned. She looked over her shoulder at me, a wide grin on her face as she thrust her ass back at me.

“Cum for me, baby! Fill me with your cum!” I thrust harder and faster and felt the roiling climax approach. I grabbed both her hips as I thrust into her hard and squirted the first of several bursts of cum into her. I groaned with each burst, pulling back on her hips and driving my cock in deep. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Aunt Jane’s movements became more frantic.

“Ohhh, yes, baby; give it to me! Give me that hot cum,” she moaned. Her body began to tremble almost uncontrollably, and she dropped her face and shoulders to the mattress, while continuing to grind her pussy back against me. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, as waves of orgasm overtook her. Her body trembled against me, and she collapsed onto her belly. I dropped with her to stay firmly pressed against her.

We lay there together for probably half an hour, saying nothing, nuzzling occasionally. Finally, she lifted a shoulder to tilt me off her and onto my side, and she turned toward me. She slipped one arm beneath my neck and the other over my upper shoulder, pulling herself close to me. “Do I need to talk about how private this is between us?” she asked quietly. I scowled as in protest and shook my head emphatically. She smiled, kissed the end of my nose abruptly, and hopped up without comment. She scooped up the pieces of her bikini and walked lightly and nakedly from my room.

I could hear the shower in her bathroom, and I rolled onto my back, smiling broadly, not able to recall ever feeling so good.

Two days later, on my way down the stairs to breakfast, I overheard Uncle Dick’s remark to Aunt Jane: “Barry sure has a bounce in his step and a smile on his face lately. He must have found some cutie on the beach who’s sheathing his sword.”

Aunt Jane replied with a tone of irony. “Don’t be so cynical, Dick. What kid wouldn’t be happy about spending his summer like this? I’m glad he’s having a good time.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t bemoaning his good fortune. I was just taking note of the twinkle in his eye.”

I made enough noise at the top of the stairs to force an end to the subject, and I bounded down to take my place at the table. Breakfast transpired as usual, and Aunt Jane made no comment other than her standard “have a great day” as I departed for class.

A surprise test kept my mind occupied during the entire class period. I was pleased by the ease with which I was able to respond to each of the questions; and I felt more than a little gratified when classmates expressed their despair after class. Most were offended both by the element of surprise and by what they regarded as the complexity of the test. I tried to show sympathy, but inwardly I looked forward to the grades that would be posted on the bulletin board within a couple of days.

The walk home was always a pleasure, since the weather was always perfect, and the view was to die for. Rather than racing straight home as usual, today I took my time. I stopped where a small bridge spans a stream that drains into the Pacific. I sat on the broad rail of the bridge, staring into the small stream that flowed beneath me. My random thoughts during the past two were usually filled with Aunt Jane, and today was no exception.

Though I was having a great time, I was bothered by the dominant role that she always played. Not that she wasn’t very tender and helpful in the way that she played her role, but she was dominant nonetheless. I wondered how I might find a way to assert some of my own dominance and hoped that doing so would not change anything for the worse.

Since it was Friday afternoon, I could look forward to a weekend of more fun than usual, even though weekdays brought me more fun than any reasonable person could expect. I turned and slipped off the rail and resumed the walk home. The blast of the horn on a distant ship and the cries of the ever-present seagulls added sound to the marvelous sights and scents of this paradise.

I spent most of Saturday on the beach. Following Aunt Jane’s almost dictatorial insistence, I returned home twice for new applications of sunscreen. She applied the lotion to my back with maternal-like affection. She and Uncle Dick shared the two chaise lounges on the deck, each attacking a stack of magazines and newspapers.

“I’m going fishing early tomorrow, Barry. Want to come along?” asked Uncle Dick.

“Gee, Uncle Dick, I would love to; but given all of my goofing off today, I have some serious studying to do tomorrow,” I lied.

“Well, ya gotta have priorities in this life,” he said with sincerity. “I’ll try to catch enough for both of us.”

I smiled and accepted Aunt Jane’s hug before bounding back downstairs to return to the beach. My imagination was already at work with thoughts about tomorrow and its possibilities.

Sunday morning was usually a sleep-in day for me, but Uncle Dick rousted me out of bed shortly after 6:00 for breakfast. He read the comics while wolfing down his eggs and sausages, and I alternated between scanning the sports page and stealing glances at Aunt Jane. She was at the kitchen range as usual. She wore sandals, very short shorts, and a knit crop top. Her long hair was all pinned up. She had greeted my arrival with a “good morning, Barry” spoken over her shoulder and without looking my way.

Uncle Dick got up in his usual abrupt fashion, reached across the table to tossle my hair (something I hate, though it is always difficult to resent his doing it), and said “see ya all this evening” as he walked out the door. His fishing gear was already loaded on the SUV, and he was out the driveway and gone in seconds.

Without saying anything I got up quietly and ran up the stairs to brush my teeth. When I came quietly down the stairs, Aunt Jane was at the kitchen sink washing dishes, with her back to me. In spite of having a dishwasher, Aunt Jane seemed to like to wash dishes. I stepped quietly up behind her, slipping both hands around her and beneath her crop top and squeezing both breasts firmly as I kissed the back of her neck. She was briefly startled but relaxed quickly.

“Mmmmmm, what are you up to, mister?” she asked in almost conspiratorial but certainly rhetorical fashion. I didn’t bother answering but continued to caress and squeeze her breasts through her bra. I could feel her nipples swelling beneath my fingers, and I reached for the clasp at the front of her bra. I unfastened it and pulled the cups aside, sliding my palms over both bare breasts and taking her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She kept both hands in the water in the double sink in front of her, but she ceased any attempt at washing dishes. She moved her ass from side to side against me, as my hands stroked and caressed her breasts and nipples.

“I think you’re fixated on my tits,” she whispered, although certainly not in protest. I kissed her neck again, then moved my hands down to take hold of the hem of her crop top, pulling it up and over her shoulders and arms, along with her bra. I tossed them to a nearby chair and resumed feeling up her tits. She leaned forward a little, putting both hands on the far edge of the sink to support herself. She continued moving her ass against me in a slight side-to-side rocking motion.

My hands dropped from her tits to the waistband of her shorts, where I unfastened the button and quickly lowered the zipper. I pushed her shorts down over her hips, forcing her panties down with them - both dropping around her ankles. She stepped one foot out and kicked them both aside with the opposite foot, continuing to look straight forward. She wore nothing now but her sandals and her rings.

My cock was fully erect and straining at my shorts. I pushed the elastic waist down over my hips and let the shorts drop to the floor. With my left hand just below her shoulders at the center of her back, I pressed Aunt Jane’s upper torso forward. With my cock in my right hand, I rubbed the head between her thighs. She responded by spreading her feed wider apart, and I rubbed the head up and down the length of her slit. Aunt Jane said nothing, but she made regular little sounds - soft moans, sighs and the occasional “Mmmmmm.”

Her wetness became apparent on the head of my cock, and I pushed it between her labia, quickly finding her opening. With the head pressed against her opening, I pushed forward and thrust half the length of my cock inside her.

“Ohhhhhhh, baby,” was her only comment. I thrust again and pushed the full length of my cock inside her. She pressed back against me, and I ground against her. She leaned her upper torso downward, and when I reached for her tits again, I found them both suspended in water - the left one in soapy dishwater, the right one in the rinse water. I slipped my hands around them and squeezed them as I repeatedly thrust and withdrew my cock.

Aunt Jane reached for my left hand and guided it down to her pubic mound. Taking hold of two of my fingers, she pressed them to her clit and rubbed them against it. “Oh, yes, baby, right there! Now fuck me!” With the fingers of my left hand, I caressed and prodded her clit, while I continued to squeeze and stroke her right tit in my right hand. My hips moved in methodical thrusts, pushing my cock deep inside her and pulling it almost entirely out before thrusting it in again. As much as all these sensations clamored for my mind’s attention, I struggled to think of something else to avoid ending this all too soon. Aunt Jane did little to help.

“Fuck! Give me that stiff cock, Barry! You love to fuck your Aunt Jane, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah!” was all I could reply without driving myself over the edge. I felt her tightening her grip on my cock, and I bit my lip in the hope of distracting myself.

“You’re going to cum soon, baby! Squirt that hot load into me! Fuck me!”

The spirit was indeed willing, but the flesh was all too weak. I felt the impending explosion building in my balls. The first blast of cum shot up the length of my cock, and I thrust into her hard, groaning “Ohhhhhh, yesssssssss!” She thrust her ass back against me, putting her left hand over mine again and rubbing my fingers over her clit. I felt the familiar and abrupt tension as her body became as inflexible as a steel rod. It quivered from ankles to shoulders, like the motion of a tuning fork just struck.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned, as the spurts of my cum continued to blast into her. She pressed her weight against the edge of the counter to support herself. I continued to make brief, sharp thrusts of my cock inside her, squeezing out the last of my load.

We stood there for half a minute or longer. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and arms, crossing them beneath her breasts. I kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck repeatedly. She finally turned her upper torso toward me, and I withdrew my cock from her, permitting her to turn and face me. She put her hands on my shoulders and drew me toward her, kissing me on each cheek - then on the forehead.

“You’re getting a little spunky, aren’t you?” she asked with her most coy expression. “Am I creating a monster here?”

“Did you like it?” I asked with all too obvious uncertainty.

“No, baby, I didn’t like it. I fucking loved it! You rang my bell like it hasn’t been rung in a long, long time.”

She took my hand, leaving her clothes where I had tossed them, and picked up a towel from the counter. She led me into the family room, placing the towel on the couch and being careful to sit on it. Aunt Jane was, if anything, fastidious. She pulled me to a position seated beside her. Putting an arm around my shoulders, she pulled my head close to hers and spoke in a low voice.

“Baby, I should probably be worrying a lot more than I have about what I’m doing with you and to you. I keep telling myself that I’m providing valuable sex education without the risks of disease and pregnancy that you might face elsewhere. The truth is that I need this as much or more than you do. I love your Uncle Dick like no other man alive, but there hasn’t been much to our sex life for several years now. And it seems like my need for sex is far greater now than it has ever been before. Darn poor timing, huh?”

I sat quietly for several seconds, and then I replied. “Please don’t worry, Aunt Jane. I won’t turn into some kind of head case. I enjoy our time together as much as you do - maybe even more. I’m really glad that we have this, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

She smiled and pulled me closer, kissing me on the temple. She moved her left hand into my lap and raked the tips of her fingernails over the flaccid shaft of my cock. “Is there any life left in this thing?” she whispered. I grinned and spread my thighs a little, and she wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking it softly. It responded quickly, and when it was fully rigid, she leaned over and took the head between her lips, sucking softly. When I moaned, she stopped abruptly. Without standing up, she shifted her seat from the couch to the large coffee table in front of the couch. She lay back across it, her feet on the floor, thighs spread wide, torso elevated on her elbows, and smiled at me. “Do you want to stick your cock back in me, baby?”

I grinned and stood, leaning over her and positioning my cock between her thighs. With my hands on the table and arms fully extended, I looked at her. She reached for my cock and guided it as I thrust forward. Once again I felt the indescribable pleasure of my cock being inside her. I thrust it fully inside her.

“Mmmmm, Barry, that feels so good! You like being in Aunt Jane’s cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Yes, what?” she whispered.

“I love being in your cunt, Aunt Jane.”

“Fuck it, baby! Fuck my cunt!”

I began thrusting hard, ramming my cock into her. I pulled it almost entirely out after each thrust, and then drove it deep inside her again. Her magnificent tits bounced wildly with each thrust. My gaze wandered back and forth from her eyes, to her bouncing tits, and to my cock sliding in and out of her.

“You love those tits, don’t you, Barry?” she groaned.

“Ahhh, yessss! I think you love them too, Aunt Jane.”

“Oh, I do, baby, I do. Suck ‘em while you fuck me!”

I leaned down to take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it ravenously as I pounded my cock into her over and over. I rolled the nipple in my mouth with my tongue, twisting it and kneading it. She raised her pelvis to meet each of my thrusts, grinding against me when my cock fully penetrated her.

“Honey, I’m going to hate when you leave. This is so fucking good!” She thrashed beneath me, my mouth holding firmly to her tit as my cock moved inside her. The other tit bounced wildly, giving me more visual stimulation than I needed. I felt the orgasm coming and released her tit from my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum, Aunt Jane!”

“Oh, yes, baby. Cum for me! You’ll make me cum too! Fill me with your hot fucking cum!”

I groaned as the semen boiled from my balls and spurted inside her. She thrust her pelvis upward, grinding against me. A Neanderthal-like groan was the best that I could summon. “Unnnhhhhhhhhhhh, unnnnnnnnnhhhhh, unnnnnnnnhhhh.” Aunt Jane was a little more articulate.

“Mmmmm, so good, baby. So fucking good! Give it to me! I want it all!”

I thrust into her two, three, four more times. I pressed my body slowly down on her, forcing her to flatten out on the coffee table. She cradled my head in her arms and against her breast, and we lay there together for two or three minutes.

“Want to take a shower with me?” she chirped. I took the hint and lifted my weight off her, reached for her hand, and pulled her upright beside me. As we walked through the kitchen, we picked up our clothes, and I followed her pretty, bare ass up the stairs.

We both smelled of sex. Aunt Jane took the steps one at a time, and being behind her, I followed suit. She led me into her bedroom, giving me my first look at it. The room was twice the size of mine, with a king-size bed centered on the wall opposite the sliding glass doors the opened onto the deck. It was decorated in bright colors that gave it neither a particularly masculine nor feminine look.

The bathroom was fully four times the size of mine. The floor, tub, shower and countertop were finished in a cream-colored marble. Aunt Jane had dropped her clothing on the carpet in the bedroom and proceeded without a trace of modesty into the bathroom. I followed her, still gripping my t-shirt and shorts in one hand and positioning them tactically in front of my private parts.

Aunt Jane turned the valves at the tub, tested the temperature with her hand, then stood and turned toward me. She grinned broadly as she pulled the garments from my hand, tossed them aside, and put her arms around my shoulders to pull me close. She pressed her lips to mine for the first time, kissing me hard and thrusting her tongue at my lips until I parted them. She wiggled her tongue into my mouth, touching everywhere and caressing my tongue with the tip of hers. Her body was pressed tight against mine, and I could feel the warm globes of her breasts and the firm mound of her belly. In spite of the lengthy workout we had just had downstairs, my cock stirred and began to harden.

The circumstances were obviously not lost on Aunt Jane. As she released her kiss, she moved her body just far enough away from mine to slip her hand between us and wrap her long, slender fingers around my cock. She stared into my eyes, grinning, and murmured, “Mmmmmmmm.” She stroked my cock lightly a couple of times, then released it and turned toward the bath. “Let’s get in!” she chirped.

She stepped in at one end of the tub and turned to sit with her back against the oval. I followed her but almost recoiled at the temperature of the water, wondering why it didn’t seem so hot to her. I settled into the tub slowly, trying to adjust to the temperature and hoping maybe it would cool if I took my time.

“You men are all woosies about bath water,” Aunt Jane chided. She splashed water on me, and I settled into the tub. The faucet and valves were positioned well off-center, and I leaned back against the opposite end of the oval. With my knees against the outer edges of the tub, Aunt Jane was able to slide her feet and legs toward me. With the toes of one foot, she toyed momentarily with my cock, smiling at me as she did. “There’s nothing like the stamina of youth, baby,” she said with a smile. I just grinned back at her, saying nothing.

As she slid gradually lower into the tub, Aunt Jane’s incredible and beautiful breasts bobbed in the water. She took note of my stare and reached for her nipples, taking each of them between an index finger and thumb. With half-closed eyes she sighed as she stroked her nipples, tugging gently upward and outward. She cupped her right breast in her right hand, lifting it as she leaned with tongue extended to lick the nipple. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she licked, gliding the tip of her tongue over and around the nipple. Both nipples were hard and erect, and any absence of full erection in my cock was dispelled quickly as I watched her.

Keeping her eyes fixed on me, Aunt Jane continued to lick her nipple as she slipped her left hand between her thighs. She used a fingertip to spread her labia and begin caressing her clit. As the effect of her touch began to build, she lifted her hips clear of the bottom of the tub, pressing her pubic mound toward her fingers and moaning softly. She paused suddenly and looked straight at me, speaking softly: “Do you like to watch me masturbate, Barry?” I replied with two or three slow nods of my head. “Well, I like watching you too. Stroke that big hard cock for me!” She continued to play with her clit and nipples.

I slipped my right hand around my cock, pulling it fully clear of the water. I began stroking it, rubbing my thumb over the head with each stroke. Aunt Jane watched me intently as she continued her self-gratification. “Mmmmm, stroke that beautiful dick, Barry. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You know, that first night when I helped you… I knew you were stroking it, and I stood there at the door watching you before I volunteered to help you.”

“You did?” I replied somewhat incredulously.

“Oh, yes, baby. It turned me on big-time. I only wished that you were facing toward me.”

My hand moved more rapidly on my cock, as Aunt Jane’s words stimulated my thoughts all the more. Suddenly she stopped caressing her clit and gathered herself to stand. She turned her back to me and leaned forward to put her hands at the corners of her end of the tub, her ass extended toward me. Looking over her shoulder at me, she spoke with an obvious sense of urgency. “Stick that big dick in me and fuck me, Barry.”

I got clumsily to my feet, needing no further encouragement. I spread her labia with my left hand and guided the head of my cock to her opening. I pushed only the head inside her, but she pushed back, taking most of the length of my cock inside her. “Ohhh, yessssss! Fill my cunt with your cock, Barry! Fuck me!”

With my hands on her hips, I pulled Aunt Jane toward me as I thrust my cock deep inside her. The wetness of our bodies produced a smacking sound as we pounded together. I looked toward the mirror above the bathroom counter to our left and watched her glorious tits bouncing back and forth as we fucked. She turned and met my gaze in the mirror and smiled at me. “Oh, baby, it’s so fucking good. Pound me with that big dick!”

I pulled almost clear of her with each stroke, keeping just the tip of the head of my cock inside her and thrusting in deep again. My balls slapped against her with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, and she must have sensed it. She reached between her own legs with one hand and caressed my balls as I plunged deep inside her. “Do you have another big load for me, baby? Give it to me! Fill my cunt with your cum!”

It was more than I could take. The increasingly familiar sensation was building in my balls, and the caresses of her fingertips defeated any thoughts I might have had about holding off the inevitable. I gripped her pelvic girdle, pulling her back hard and thrusting deep as the first burst of cum blasted up the length of my cock. “Oh, fuck, Aunt Jane! Here it comes!”

“Yes, baby! Shoot that hot load into me! Oh, baby, I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard!”

Her knees began to buckle, and I held her at the pelvis to keep her from falling as I continued to thrust into her and drain my balls. As the orgasm began to fade for both of us, I lowered her carefully until her knees were in the tub. She turned and pulled me down on top of her, cradling my head at her shoulder and against one of those gorgeous tits.

“You love fucking me as much as I love it, don’t you baby?” she asked softly.

“Oh, Aunt Jane, I want to do it all the time,” I replied sincerely.

“Well, we’ll just have to work toward that goal, honey.” She kissed my forehead softly and stroked my shoulder and arm with her hand. We lay quietly together for several minutes, until she pushed me gently away and took my wrist to make me stand with her. “Let’s clean up in the shower and get dressed. You might want to spend a little time on the books before the fisherman comes home.”

I loved this one so much I just had to read it a second time, also I would like to thank you again HC for the time and effort you put into each and every story, it really shows and so you put me at a loss for words every time I read or reread one of your stories. Thank you HC and please keep writing, I have to say that no one on this site even comes close to your stories(from what I have seen so far), so I will end this the only way I can think of at this moment. Tank you sooo much HC I congratulate you on another job well done!