My aunt came into my room late one night after my uncle had gone to sleep. She was wearing her nightgown, and I was struck how different she looked – it was the fact that she had her hair down for a change, I had always seen it piled up on her head. I sat up in bed.
"Tony, are you asleep?" she whispered.
"No, Madge. Come in."
She turned on the little light on my dresser and sat on the bed next to me. Her eyes were a deep brown in the little light and her face seemed soft, almost very young. I realized what a beautiful woman she was – I guess it was something I hadn't thought about before because she was related to me. I was horny as hell and I knew I didn't dare lift the covers or she'd see my erection.
"Tony, can we be very honest with each other?" she asked smiling.
"Sure, yeah, aren't we always?" I wondered what the hell she wanted to talk about.
"That phone call, ever since then I've been worried about you." She turned her head away.
Worried? What the hell did she mean? "There's nothing to worry about," I said.
"What I mean is I suddenly realized you're a grown boy – a young man – and I'm afraid we're not providing the right kind of environment. I mean, you must be very frustrated here, with so few girls around, so few outlets for…"
"I'm doing okay," I lied. I knew this was hard for her, and it was hard for me to listen to it. "It's not so bad being frustrated," I said for the hell of it.
That did it! She turned her head and looked me square in the eyes. "It's the worst thing in the world," she said, almost sadly.
I blurted out, "A beautiful woman like you can't be frustrated!"
"Tony, do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked, putting her hand on my thigh.
Madge, don't move your hand an inch or you'll make me come! I thought. My head was spinning.
"Yes, of course, you're beautiful," I told her, shaking.
"No one has said that to me in years. I'll tell you a litlle secret, Tony. Your uncle and I love each other and we do make love, but there are more things two people can do with each other…"
"Yes, Tony, that's why I'm frustrated. And I wanted to tell you – I'm embarrassed – I hope you won't take the chance of making a girl pregnant there are methods, or there are other things to do…"
She was a wreck by now; she hardly knew what she was saying. Her hand was growing hot on my thigh and my cock was swollen stiff about two inches from her. I think she could see it sticking up under the covers, but I wasn't sure.
There was sex in the air – there had been from the moment she entered the room. It was blowing my mind: man, she was my aunt, my mother's sister! Her husband was sleeping in the room down the hall! She was in her thirties! Everything told me what I was thinking and hoping was wrong, but still an unnatural force drove me, through my powers of sexuality, to desire this woman more than I had desired anyone in my life.
"I should go, Tony. I'm sorry – I didn't know what I wanted to say, really. I just wanted to talk to you." She paused for a moment, and then bent down and kissed me on the forehead. She lingered there for a moment – her breasts just touching my chest – and then stood up and said goodnight. I couldn't respond – I was having a heart attack!
She walked to the dresser and turned out the light. Everything inside me was calling her back to the bed, begging her not to leave! She walked to the door and opened it – the light from the hall filled the room and I saw the outline of her body standing in the door – and then the door closed. But she was on the inside!
The room was pitch black, but I could here her breathing, her small steps as she neared the bed. I put out my hand – what for exactly, I didn't know – and soon I felt soft material. I was rubbing her thigh and knee. I could feel her spreading her legs. Then she lifted her nightgown slowly up over her waist and I gently moved my hand between her legs and brought it up to her wet warm pussy.
I eased the lips apart with my fingers and pushed my knuckle up into her, just enough to send a sensation of pleasure through us both. Her cunt lips seemed to bite my finger, holding onto it, sucking it. She moved closer to the bed and I withdrew my finger.
Then she stood there, directly next to me, and held her gown up while I moved my lips to her beautiful womanly cunt. I held tight to her buttocks as I eased my face between her legs, smelling, tasting, loving – it was an incredible moment! Never before had a cunt been so alive, so fresh, so strong for me. The lips had a power of their own! The hairs smelled like beautiful flowers! I was going crazy – I felt like a poet!
I put my lips on her pussy and worked my tongue up her. I hadn't had my tongue up a cunt in so long I had almost forgotten what it was like. But I soon remembered. My tongue slid in there, feeling the hot walls caressing it. I moved it back and forth, in and out, up into her as far as I could get it to go, and then I brought my hands around and held her pussy apart so I could suck the hell out of her clit.
I found the hard little nub and bit it lightly, flicking again and again with my tongue until she gasped and nearly fell over. I couldn't stay in that position any longer – my neck was breaking. I fell back to my pillows and took a deep breath.
In a second she pulled the nightgown over her head and was totally naked. I could make out the lines of her body in the little light that was coming in the window. She had exquisite breasts and nice, rounded hips. She knelt on the bed, next to my head, and ran her fingers over my lips again and again. Then I sucked them into my mouth and licked them and bit them as she moved her hand around and found my cock under the blanket. She pulled it out and held it tight, around the tip. I was so excited I had to really think about not coming!
Then she moved directly over my face, spreading her cunt above me. I looked up to see the darkness of the lips coming down toward my mouth. I parted my lips and put my tongue out, ready to receive. All this time she kept a hold on my cock.
Then, as her pussy hit my face and rammed itself down onto my tongue, she let her body fan flat against mine and took my cock down her throat! No nibbling, no kissing, no touching with her tongue first – she just sucked it into her as far as it would go, down to the root. Then her mouth seemed to fill with saliva and in a second, as I began tongue-fucking her cunt again, she started really giving me a blow job I'll never forget.
As I kissed and licked and sucked on her pussy, she was doing the same to me. She held my balls tight with one hand, while the other one grasped my cock around its base, to hold it straight up so her lips could slide along it easily.
Then she moaned and pressed her pussy as hard against my face as she could. I held her ass cheeks with my hands, forcing my fingers between them, rubbing at the opening to her anus. I felt her body shake and for a moment she stopped sucking, holding my cock deep in her mouth, as her orgasm came. My face was flooded with her womanly fluids and I kept right on sucking till it was over – and I thought it would never stop! She came and came and shook all over. I was afraid my uncle would hear it – we were making an awful lot of noise, and the damn bed was squeaking!
When she recovered a bit, she started sucking on my cock again. Her pussy was still plastered against my face and I sucked harder and harder, feeling my own orgasm coming to a peak. I shuddered as my balls swelled. Then it came – a great hot load, into my beautiful aunt's face. She sucked every drop of come out of me and wouldn't let go of my prick till it was soft. It was too much to believe, too good to be true. I didn't even hope it would happen again.
She got up from the bed – still without a word and put her nightgown back on. Then she sat on the bed next to me and bent down and kissed the tip of my cock. I brushed my hand through her soft long hair, and she stood up and left the room.
Talk about a mind-blower! I wasn't even eighteen years old, I was in America, I could hardly speak English, and I had just made oral love to my aunt! I didn't sleep a wink that night – I wonder if she did?