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Default Graduation Gift From My Aunt Ch. 01-04

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When I graduated high school (which was three days after my 18th birthday), I was still debating which area I wanted to major in while in college. My parents had been lobbying for me to go into pre-law but deep down I really wanted to be a doctor specializing in internal medicine. While I always respected my parents opinions, on this issue I wouldn't budge and for some reason this became an ongoing discussion about which profession was more 'noble' Lawyer or Physician. In my view, it was a no-brainer but my parents still held out hope that their youngest son (of three) would be the lawyer of the group.

However, my mom's sister Linda (7 years older than my mom who was a well preserved 41 when I graduated that day) had always been my own 'personal advocate'. Linda and I were very close for some reason she was my favorite aunt; I, her favorite nephew. I never really knew why... we just were. Linda had been married once but divorced her husband rather quietly and quickly when she found out about his philandering down at a gay bar in the nearest town. The guy was an idiot Linda was a very beautiful woman in my view and had a personality that was magnetic.

But Linda never remarried after those brief 4 years of marriage and while she dated some, she always told me that she had been hoping to find someone who just didn't seem to exist. I felt sorry for her actually. I knew she was lonely just by the number of times she seemed to always be popping in at our house (she lived about 3 miles from us and out in the sticks just as we were). Linda and my mom were very close in spite of the 7 years between them and I knew my mom valued that. So, in a way it was good for both of them to have so much time together. Life is short, you know...

That evening after my graduation open house, Linda had stuck around to help mom clean up the place. It wasn't anything fancy just some sandwiches, finger foods, and the usual get-together picnic-type foods. A big crowd had flowed through fairly steadily all afternoon and the number of envelopes on the 'gift table' was much larger than I had imagined. It looked to be a great day after all.

As I came back downstairs from stashing all the 'loot', I thought I heard a car start and pull out. It was then I noticed that Linda wasn't there.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Where did Linda go?"

"She said to tell you she was sorry she had to leave but that she needed to go and let her dog out and she needed to get home to take care of him. She did say if you had time, she hoped you could stop over since she forgot your card and gift when she came over this morning."

Well, that wasn't any big deal to me. I didn't really expect a gift from anyone and especially Linda. I knew she didn't have a lot of money but she did seem to have enough to get by. It was just great that she came. I did feel a little awkward going to her house just to get a gift almost like I was being mercenary. But when I raised that with Mom, she just pooh-poohed it and said to get over there because she knew Linda would be expecting me and that she might want to go out later since it was a Friday night.

So, with Mom's words of encouragement, out the door I went, jumped in my Jeep (a used one my Dad had co-signed for) and down the dusty lane I went and on out onto the highway towards Linda's place. It was a glorious late May evening, nearly 8pm. The crops were already getting a good start and long green rows of corn and soybeans were everywhere.

The air smelled clean and fresh; not a cloud was in the bluest of skies as I drove the short jaunt to my aunt's house. Long shadows covered the road from the trees growing alongside and I noted a hawk circling lazily off in the distance. In just a few minutes, I was in her driveway and walking up the sidewalk to her front door.

When I knocked on Linda's door, I heard a muffled voice say, "Come on in, Tom. The door's open."

I opened the door and stepped inside. Linda's house was a bit smaller than ours but it was paid for, a fact she liked to laugh about since she got the house from the divorce. It was decorated tastefully Linda had an eye for the 'just right' look, she liked to brag. She didn't like gaudy clutter in her home and I had to admit, it looked good.

As I walked on in, I could smell fresh bread and almost immediately "Killer" came racing out from the kitchen to greet. Killer is Linda's dog a Yorkie. She and I often laughed at the name she bestowed upon the tiny dog but she said it suited his personality. I didn't get it but did think it was funny just the same Killer might lick you to death but he wouldn't even bite a flea! I scooped him and headed on into the kitchen to see what it was that smelled so good.

Rounding the doorway in the kitchen, I saw Linda bent over and reaching into the oven, pulling out two pans of the absolute greatest smelling bread you can imagine. Linda's bread is legendary in our family and is always the first food to disappear during get-togethers. The batch that day was no exception it was heavenly. But the smell of the bread wasn't the only note-worthy thing my senses picked up on.

Linda's backside was directly in front of me and as she was bent over, her shapely behind looked like a denim heart. Immediately, I felt guilty! I had never, ever thought of Aunt Linda in that way! Yet, I couldn't help but stare at her ass and even as I did so, I could feel my manhood stir. This troubled me greatly. How in the world could I be having sexual urges toward my aunt who was nearly 30 years older than me?! I quickly tried to dismiss it but didn't have much success because as I stood there staring at Linda's ass in those denim shorts (which were wonderfully short revealing her gorgeous thighs) I could hear her talking but I wasn't listening. I finally just had to turn away and seat myself at her table.

As I sat down, Linda stood up and set the two loaves on the top of the black glass-top stove to cool.

"Want some lemonade, Tom? I just made it this morning and it's ice-cold!" Her deep brown eyes sparkled as she grinned at me and it was then I noticed that she had on a loose fitting plaid shirt, probably an old one from her former husband. For being an older woman, I found her damn sexy that evening.

"Uh... yeah, sure! That would be great."

I watched her get the pitcher from the fridge and pour a glass.

"Aren't you going to have some too, Linda?"

Just as I asked that, I felt like a dummy. On the counter by the toaster was a tall glass of burgundy. I had forgotten that Linda was a wine connoisseur and often liked to have a glass or two in the evening. From looking at her state of dress, I guessed she wasn't going out for the evening.

"Here Tom, before I forget again!"

She handed me two envelopes. I opened the one that said "Open this one first!" first for the obvious reason and found a nice card inside that had a very sweet note from her about how proud of me she was. I then looked up at her and saw her nodding her head, causing her shoulder length brown hair to sway with the movement another sexy thing for some odd reason on this oddest of days.

Inside this envelope was a handmade coupon of sorts. It read:

"Good for one evening with your favorite aunt which will be an evening of fun and delightful food!" She had drawn cute pictures of two people at a dinner table, plates with steaks upon them, and what appeared to be tickets lying on the table next to the plate. I looked up at her with a questioning look...

"Aw, Linda. You don't have to do that. I didn't want a gift from you I was glad you came and that is enough for me." She knew I meant it and that is what is neat about our friendship.

"I know. It's nothing huge I just thought I could take you out for dinner and we could maybe see a movie or a concert. After all, I just happen to have two tickets for Aerosmith's concert tomorrow night in Watson...." She grinned devilishly on the name 'Aerosmith' as her voice trailed off she knew they were my favorite classic rock band!

"Aw, Linda!!! You DEFINITELY should not have done that! How did you do that anyhow? I thought they were sold out!"

She grinned. "eBay, my young man... eBay! I bought these three months ago!"

I couldn't help it I jumped up and grabbed her, giving her a huge hug and she hugged me right back, giving me a small kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, Tom. You know I love that band as much as you do. Why, I remember when those songs you call 'classic rock' were 'New Releases'! Do you mind sharing an evening tomorrow with your old auntie?"

We both laughed on that one. She knew the answer before I enthusiastically nodded my head with a monster grin on my face.

So, we shared some bread and lemonade with Linda having a couple more glasses of wine. Before we knew it, it was dark and the clock chimed 10pm. We had been watching a movie while talking and it wasn't until the clock chimed that I noticed that Linda had dozed off on the end of the couch. But I also noticed that her shirt was gaped open a bit since I was sitting in the chair to her left.

The odd feelings rose once more within me. I leaned forward a bit and sort of spoke/whispered her name.

"Linda? Are you awake?"

She didn't answer. So, I leaned forward a bit more and out of hormonally driven desire, tried to see inside her shirt. It was then I noticed that she was wearing a low-cut bra and that a lot of cleavage was revealed. Guiltily, I felt my manhood stir and begin to harden. What was happening to me?! Here I was, perving out on my own aunt, trying to see her tits and yet feeling unbelievably guilty for doing so! Yet, I just couldn't help myself!

"Linda?"

She stirred that time.

"Gosh, Tom! I must have fallen asleep. I'm sorry! I'm not good company am I?" She sat up hurriedly, not noticing that in doing so her shirt fell even more open. I now had a good view at what I was sure was the greatest secret treasure of all time Linda had a rack! Sure, it was a 47 year old's rack but those breasts were gorgeous and wickedly, I wanted to see more. It would just have to be a fantasy, I concluded.

She walked me to the door and hugged me again. But this time, she held me close for a very long time and when she looked up to me (she's only about 5'5) I saw 'something' in her eyes. I didn't know what 'it' was but I knew it wasn't the look an aunt normally gives her nephew.

"Tom, may I ask you something?" She still was embracing me and her.... It seemed odd but it felt so natural.

"Sure Linda. Anything, you know that...."

She paused, just looking up at me, her eyes locked into mine. For the first time in my life, I could see a depth to Linda that I never knew existed and had never thought of. For the first time in my life, she wasn't my silly aunt, my Mom's sister, or a friend. For the first time in my life, she was a woman of beauty and desire. Yet, I had to fight those thoughts.

Because she WAS my aunt.

But she just shook her head. "No, never mind. It wasn't anything... you better go, I guess. I've had a bit too much wine and if I keep looking at your gorgeous face I might just have to give you a big ol' kiss!"

"What's wrong with that?" I found myself saying! My god I surprised myself on that one!

She kept looking up at me and then, she reached her face up towards me as I bent down, figuring she was going to lay another one on my cheek. To my enormous surprise, she maneuvered her face so that our lips met!

I startled at the contact but by that time, she had her hand on the back of my head, pulling my mouth onto hers. I went with it I didn't know what else to do and it felt so... so... right. Her kiss was consuming and intoxicating. It was soft and warm and wet and yet again for the third time that night, my cock stirred in my boxers. My aunt was turning me on as only my girlfriend had ever done but even more so!

Then, as our kiss continued, I felt her lips open a bit and her small tongue press against my lips, searching for an opening. I obliged... I took her tongue into my mouth and sucked it gently. Then, as she pulled hers back, I probed her sweet mouth with my own tongue. God, I was getting harder by the second and I hoped she wouldn't notice! I tried to sort of lean back away from her so my penis wouldn't press against her abdomen but she would have none of it. She pulled me closer as if to pull my cock even harder against her lower belly. I was lost in time and space, making out with my aunt at the door as two teenagers would be doing this evening but I was doing it with a 47 year old relative with great tits and a very nice ass. What was I thinking??!

It was as if something clicked just then. Linda jerked back and had a shocked look on her face.

"My god, Tom! I'm so VERY sorry! I don't know what came over me it had to be the wine! My god, my god, my god! Please forgive me!" She was grabbing her shirt together and clutching it as if it might jump off her shoulders, her face reddened in embarrassment (or perhaps the flush of sexual feelings?).

"It's ok, Linda. It's ok, really. Please don't worry about it. Actually, if I'm being honest I really enjoyed it. It's a special evening so don't sweat it, all right?"

She just stood there, looking like some poor little hare that had been exposed to the world with nowhere to hide. Yet, in her eyes, I still saw 'something'... her lips were parted and I could see she was breathing heavily. I could still see 'it' in her eyes. And it was at that moment, I knew what 'it' was 'it' was lust. Linda was obviously as desirous for some physical interaction as I was, yet neither of us would admit it was desire for that interaction with each other.

At least not that night.

"Tom, please don't tell you Mom, ok? She would kill me if she thought I was seducing her son!"

And it was THEN that I knew that Linda was indeed all right with it. Because I heard her giggle at the end of the sentence. She stepped back towards me...

"I guess you better really go this time, ok Tom?" But she didn't open the door. She didn't just stand there. She stepped into my arms again.

"Tom?"

I was breathless. I didn't know what to think. Should I keep thinking those shameful incestuous thoughts about fucking my aunt? Or, should I take the moral high-road and shut them down?

"Yes, Linda?"

My mind and soul were fighting each other. My mind wanted to run from the house; terrified of the evil that had been awakened within. Yet, my soul, my being wanted to stay with Linda. To kiss her some more. To taste her mouth and lips and to smell her perfume. To feel her hair and to be with her this evening. How did this happen???!! What was Linda thinking???

"Kiss me Tom. Please... once more, just like that, ok? If YOU say it's ok, then it's ok with me too. Please... kiss me once more and then you must go..."

I did not reply. I obeyed. And this time, the kiss WAS sexual. It was overtly sexual. Her tongue and mine danced to and fro in our mouths. She pulled me to her; I pulled her to me. My cock was rock hard and pressed against her stomach but I didn't care and it was obvious that she didn't either.

We kissed for nearly a minute that way. I could feel her breasts against my me, her bra firm and supportive, the globes full and round. I wanted to touch them would she let me???

Slowly, I brought my hands around as if to end our embrace but she didn't pull away. I had my hands on her waist then.... I slowly slid them up her sides, feeling the soft cotton of the shirt move and shift beneath my touch. Higher... higher... I could feel her ribs now and the softness of the skin beneath the shirt as my hands rose higher up her side, pulling in towards to front now... my hands were just beneath her breasts and yet, we still kissed... contact.... Her breasts were supported by the upper sides of my hands and yet, she did not pull away... so, I went all in.... I circled them with both hands and it was then that I realized how much of a woman Linda was.... They were even bigger than I first guessed....

I kneaded them gently as we continued to kiss and as I did so, Linda's hands slid off my shoulders and down to below my waist to grab hold of the tent in my cargo shorts... I nearly came then and there... She only held it fast, as if for support, but I could feel the urgency in her kiss. Her breathing was hard and deep, as was mine... we were both at near peak sexual arousal and something had to give... thank god, common sense won out.

Linda stepped back just far enough to break the kiss. As she did so, I allowed my hands to drop from her mounds but my eyes fell downward to look at her chest. It was then I saw her shirt was nearly agape and her bra was nearly fully exposed. It was a beautiful lacy thing, nearly sheer and I could see just the edges of her nipples before the shirt's material covered them. Her nipples (at least what I could see of them) were very, very dark almost black and yet her ample bosom was as white as snow. It was a delightful contrast to her tanned face, shoulders, chest and arms. She obviously left the top on when tanning.

"Tom?"

I could only nod. Mostly because Linda still was holding my cock in her hands.

It was then SHE realized she was still holding my cock and let go with just the teensiest bit of faux embarrassment.

"Pick me up tomorrow at 5pm, ok? We want to get there early, don't we?"

"Sure Linda."

I stepped back toward the door, the tent in my shorts about to explode if I kept staring at her tits. I reached for the knob and pulled the door open just as she called my name one more time.

"Tom? You like these?" With that, she pulled her shirt open wide and smiled, revealing her breasts in all their glory tethered only by some lace and straps and a single front hook that made me marvel at how in the world those tits could be kept in check by such a small amount of fabric. Her nipples WERE enormous and VERY erect. She stood there with her hands on her hips, Wonder Woman style.

"Yes, Linda. I definitely like." It was all my tongue could say.

"Maybe tomorrow, if the concert doesn't go too long, we can kiss good night again. Would you like that Tom?"

I nodded my head as I watched Linda reach to the front hook, release it and let the bra fall away. Immediately, her breasts sagged but in a very sexy, mature way. The nipples were still erect, begging for attention which she began to give them, rubbing each one between her thumb and forefinger of each hand.

"Good night Tom."

"Good night Linda.... I'll see you tomorrow at 5pm."

I walked out the door awkwardly, heard her close it behind me and went to my jeep. It was going to be a long, long night....
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Graduation Gift From My Aunt Ch. 02





To say my mind was confused as I left my aunt's driveway would be the understatement of the year. Even the cool evening air didn't help clear it – my emotions were running as wild as my imagination. First – she was my aunt – my own mother's sister; a relative and I just always knew that you didn't lust for a relative.

Until now.

I knew that it was wrong. Or – did I? Maybe I just 'thought' it was wrong? Yes? No? God, I was so mixed up. My cock was still hard and begging for release, preferably by Linda – yet, it had to be wrong... didn't it? Linda was old enough to be my mom – for god's sake, she was OLDER than my mom. But still – my body was not lying to me... she was HOT and beautiful and sexy.

And it was obvious she wanted me! I guess that was the most confusing thing of all – why would a beautiful woman like Linda make out with me like that? Expose her gorgeous breasts like that? For me that night, it came down to one thing.

The wine.

It HAD to be the wine. Never before had this kind of behavior came up between us. And, I knew she had had several glasses – she said so herself.

But still... something was there between us. I saw it in her eyes. I felt it in her kiss. I felt it in my own kiss to her. And I definitely felt it below the waist. I wanted to fuck Linda but not in a degrading way. In a loving – WAIT! Where did THAT word come from!?

And so, that was my head as I was driving back home. I was wrestling with all those thoughts and feelings as I pulled in the drive that night, noting the lights were still on.

Damn. I was going to have to go in the house with a huge boner. Hopefully, no one would notice.

I tried to quietly slip into the house but of course – Mom was still up finishing up some laundry. However, she didn't come out face to face or I know I would have just died. It was an erection I just couldn't hide and I knew she would see it. But – she didn't.

I mumbled a quick 'Good night' after blabbering that Linda had gotten us tickets for a concert and headed upstairs to my room. I heard Mom say her "Good night" as I was closing the door and thank god, I was alone. I started to off my clothes and then realized that I needed to grab a quick shower. So, I darted into the bathroom across the hall, quickly stripped (which was not as easy as usual due to the hard-on), and started the shower water as I brushed my teeth.

The tip of my cock brushed lightly against the vanity as I brushed and it was then that I began to casually stroke it. I really didn't intend to jerk off actually. I only wanted to feel better and I knew that rubbing myself would do that. Yet, as I spat out the toothpaste, my grip became even tighter yet on the shaft. I don't have a huge cock like you often read about. To be honest, I think those guys who brag they have a 10" inch cock or even an 8" are probably lying. Mine is about six and a half inches long and fairly girthy. I'm circumcised and I'm not shaved either. I do keep my pubes trimmed close but I'm not into that 12 year old boy look. Honestly – I hate shaved pussy too. I want my woman to look like a woman – not some pre-pubescent adolescent.

So, I stood there leisurely stroking myself, wondering if Linda was trimmed, bushy or – god forbid – shaven (although, I must admit I was wondering what her pussy would look like no matter how it was adorned).

The water was running hot so I stepped into the shower and it felt great. I released my cock and began to lather up with the body wash and cloth but still, my manhood would not be ignored. As I slid the warm soapy cloth down my abdomen and began to wash my genitals, I couldn't deny myself any longer. I placed the cloth on the hanger in the stall and began earnestly jacking off. My left hand delved down and began to fondle my balls – they felt very full and heavy, the wet hair matting somewhat against the skin. All the while, I was jerking my shaft... slowly at first (but firmly)... sliding my soapy hand up and back against the base of it... back forward and above the corona of the glans, the nerves sending delicious tingles to my brain... back... and forth.... Squeezing my balls, imagining that my hand was Linda's mouth suckling them, one at a time... back and forth... faster now... back and forth...

I leaned against the wall of the stall as my orgasm was rapidly approaching. The wall was warm and wet, feeling good against my back as I continued to stroke myself. My eyes were closed as I dreamed of Linda's naked breasts... her lips... her kiss... the feel of her hands upon my restrained cock earlier that night... back... and forth my hand went.... Even faster now...

Suddenly, I couldn't contain it any more. I felt like my balls and cock were going to explode.

And then – it happened.

The heat stirred in my sac and the 'feeling' crept up my spine. It was starting....

I jerked the shaft and pulled my hand tightly over the glans just as the first spurt of come spewed violently from the opening. A long, stringy glob of semen spattered against the glass of the shower door as I jerked harder still....

"ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh......."

It was as if I was on automatic... my hand was pumping my cock angrily, jerking it at a rapid pace as my left hand simply grabbed both balls tightly and pulled them up to the side...

More spurts splattered against the glass... and then...

I heard my Mom's voice! She was just outside the door! My god! She must have heard me coming!

"Tom? Are you alright in there?"

But I couldn't help myself and I was powerless to speak. All I could do was keep jerking my cock, lost in the reverie of the orgasm. Even though my seed and fluid had stopped spurting out of the tip, my body was still wracked in the throws of ecstasy.

"Tom?"

Still, I could not speak... my mind's eye was seeing Linda on the floor of the shower stall, sucking my cock slowly as my come drizzled from the corners of her beautiful lips, her tongue languishing over the glans and probing the hole at the tip of it...

"Tom? I'm worried, honey... I thought I heard you scream... are you ok?"

I opened one eye enough, still stroking my shaft at a slower pace, the head of my cock and hotbed of sensitivity.... I could see the door begin to open....

My GOD! She was coming in! Why couldn't I say something????

I tried to yell but my vocal chords just did not work...

In the midst of all this, my semen was slowly running down the glass of the door... my cock was still being stroked and I was holding my balls as if to let go would mean I would have them no more...

And in walked my Mom.

Just as I opened both my eyes...

She saw me playing with myself, my hand still relentlessly stroking my softening shaft. She saw the come on the door, slowly dribbling down the glass to the bottom and there was no mistaking what it was. It was pearly white come.

And - She saw the look of sheer horror and embarrassment on my face. She also got a good, long look at my cock - still in my hand, even though I knew that SHE knew what I had just done.

I wanted to just die.

"Oh my, Tom. I'm SO sorry..." Now, Mom was the one who was embarrassed. She quickly turned on her heel and darted out the door much faster than she came in.

I just stood there and finally let go of myself. I didn't know what to do... I was just sure I could NEVER face my mother again and I wanted to die just knowing that I had just had the orgasm of my life – by jerking off while fantasizing I was getting a blowjob from my aunt!

I figured I would be in therapy for years after this night.

I quickly finished my shower, turned the spray nozzle toward the door and rinsed my come off of it (the upstairs bath is shared by everyone), and dried off. I noted the redness on my shaft from the abuse/pleasure I had just doled out on it, yet my mind still raced.

Linda's face darted in and out of my mind... thoughts of her body, her kiss... then, thoughts of Mom seeing me finish an orgasm and knowing that she had seen my come on the same shower door where SHE would be showering later.... Embarrassment... shame... guilt... lust... and even for some odd reason, delight – wicked, evil, and incestuous delight (that doubled the shame at the same time) from the thought that my adult mother had seen me naked.... Why was I weirdly feeling erotic about THAT? What in the hell is wrong with me, I wondered...

Brushing my hair, I just kept thinking. And hoping. Hoping that I would never, ever see my Mom again or, if I did, that we would never talk about what had just happened. Hoping that I might get to kiss Linda again the next night and maybe – just maybe – get to touch her bare breasts and feel her nipples harden to my touch... and oddly..... hoping that maybe Linda might be thinking the same kind of thoughts about me as I was about her.

Was she? Was my Mom crying in her room now, sure that her youngest son was nothing but a masturbation exhibitionist with no intent on going to college? That he was only going to jerk off his entire life? As I walked across the hallway back to my room, I thanked god that my Mom was nowhere in sight. Quickly, I turned out the light, dropped the towel and slipped into bed – the cool sheets feeling great against my still warm skin. Since I sleep naked, my entire body was immersed in pleasure and in spite of the flagellation I had subjected my manhood to only moments earlier, I felt it begin to harden yet again. But, I needed sleep and decided to leave it alone – at least for the evening.

Perhaps tomorrow.... Amazingly, I had no clue how tomorrow was going to bring at that moment. And IF I had, I don't know if I might not have even dared to even get out of bed the next morning... Thankfully, sleep came quickly and my mind finally got some much needed rest.

Sunday dawned brilliantly – it was going to be a day of exceptional events, beginning with the sunrise which lit up my room with light as the sun leapt into the morning sky. For some reason – guilt? Shame? – I awoke shortly after the blinding sunrise. I quickly dressed, knowing that Dad wanted me to get the car washed that morning.

I always enjoyed washing our vehicles. I kept my Jeep spotless of course and tried to make sure that our family car (a big Buick) was kept nice as well. So, slipping outside into the cool but rapidly warming morning air (the weatherman promised record high temperatures for the day) I grabbed the car wash bucket and soap/rags, backed the car out of the garage and got to work.

I was still wondering how things would go with Mom when I saw her next. I didn't know whether to apologize or not even mention it or wait and see if SHE said anything and go from there... Once more, my mind was racing but at least I had the car wash to distract me.

As I went around the sides of the car and had my back to the house, I thought I heard the door in the garage open/shut.

I did – because the next thing I heard was....

"Tom? Honey, can we talk a minute?"

OMG.... It was Mom. And she wanted to 'talk'. I felt my face redden before I even turned around.

"Uh... sure, Mom. Wassup?" I twisted the nozzle shut on the hose and turned to face her.

As I said earlier, my mother has always been an attractive woman. That morning, the sun was shining brightly on her face and she was trying to shade her eyes a bit as she walked toward me. She had on sweats but even at that early hour, she had already done her hair and makeup. Dad was definitely a lucky man because no matter how you sliced it, my Mom is a beautiful woman just like her sister Linda.

She walked up to me and stood there, not speaking and actually seeming as if she was a bit awkward or embarrassed.

"Ummm... Tom... about last night."

Gulp. I think I just swallowed my tongue.

"Uh... yeah... what about last night, Mom?" I couldn't believe that NOW I could speak! Why not last night????

"Tom, I was embarrassed. Actually, at first I was worried. When I heard you yell, I thought maybe you had fallen in the shower or that you might have cut or hurt yourself. Then, when I called your name from outside the door and you didn't answer, I got even more worried."

Her voice trailed off a bit, as if waiting for me to acknowledge what she had just said.

All I could do was just look at her and nod, mumbling an "Um-hmm?"

She continued.

"So... Tom.... When I, uh... well, when I walked in and saw you... uh, doing... well, uh... what you were... uh.... doing, I just didn't know WHAT to do. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Tommy... I really didn't mean to walk in on you."

Now, I was really feeling bad. Mom NEVER, EVER calls me "Tommy" unless she is being particularly protective or motherly. Here I was all worried for her and in the end, she was worried for me.

"Aw Mom, I'm sorry too. I surely never wanted you to see that...."

"Tommy, it's ok...." She stammered some more. "After all, it IS perfectly natural and people do it so I guess I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I interrupted you."

She then dropped her hand from her face. Her eyes shown bright and full as she looked me directly in my eye and had half a little grin on her face.

"Well, to be honest Tommy... from what I saw, it looked like you were done!"

OMG! She DID see the come on the glass.

She then surprised me even more. She reached up and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Don't worry about. It's ok, alright? It's not like I've never seen you naked before anyhow – you DO sleep naked and I've walked by your bedroom with the door cracked open and there you are – naked as a Jaybird! So.... Let's just keep this latest adventure of yours our little secret, ok?"

She laughed and walked away smiling. Me? I wanted to dig a hole and fall in it. But, in a way I was happy. At least we had cleared the air – well, MOM had cleared the air. And for that, I was grateful.

The rest of the day was uneventful other than Linda calling me to confirm what time I was picking her up. – 5PM. I showered and dressed early and then left to go to Linda's around a quarter till five. As I pulled up her drive, she was already outside. She had on calf-length jeans, a button up blouse that was a real light blue, and sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a sort of pony tail and from the driveway she looked like she could have been 16 – not over 30 years older.

Before my jeep even stopped rolling, she was walking to the door and then hopped in. I could smell her perfume – and it was very exotic; an alluring aroma that weakened my knees – and I was already seated!

"Got the tickets, Tom?"

I patted my shirt pocket. "Right here! Ready?"

She nodded her head as she reached to put a CD into the player on my dash. I should have known – it was Aerosmith's Greatest Hits.

"Figured we would get a head start on tonight! I'm so excited to see those guys!" Linda just bubbled. I was a little apprehensive at first, especially after the events of the night before but she didn't act like it even occurred, which was good. I figured, yep – it must have been the wine and she's completely forgotten about it. Good, because to be honest, I wasn't sure if even I wanted to think about it again. At least, that was what I thought until Linda spoke again.

"Hey, Tom?"

We were now heading back toward the highway to go to Watson. The air was warm – hot actually but I had the A/C cranked in the jeep and the soft top on so it wasn't too bad.

"What?" I fiddled a bit with the A/C just a little nervous where she might be going with her next sentence since the tone in her voice was one of those 'we should talk' tones Mom had had just hours before.

"I just thought you might like to take a look at something..."

"What Linda?" I was staring back ahead at the traffic.

Something in her voice when she said "This!" made me look towards her.

I nearly ran off the road! She had unbuttoned her blouse by nearly all the buttons and was holding it agape exposing most of both breasts to my hungry eyes. She was NOT wearing a bra! She grinned evilly at me.

"What do you think? Do they go with my outfit?" She then reached in with her right hand and lifted her left breast out and clear of the fabric. Gripping the nipple between her finger and thumb, she lifted her ample breast by the bud, dangling her breast so to speak from the nipple as she pulled it away from her chest, swaying it a bit in some erotic movement by the nipple.... all the while staring at me intently.

In the background, I heard the opening guitar riff from "Walk This Way" begin to play on the CD Player...

I noticed that the nipple had stretched and hardened at the same time but couldn't look for long - I was still driving. But -I HAD to look away or rearend the guy slowing in front of me. My god - my aunt was indeed picking up where we had left off less than 24 hours ago - and this time, there was no wine.

"So, Tom... what do you think? Do you approve? Hmmmm??? Ha-ha-ha..."

I could only try and grab another quick stare as she released her nipple, her breast then collapsing back against her chest and jiggling as she buttoned her shirt up a bit.

She reached over and patted my thigh while I mumbled something like, "Nice?".... I could feel my manhood stir as I struggled to retain control of the jeep. It was then I realized that I needed to concentrate on my driving! But how could I? My aunt had just shown me her gorgeous and exquisite tits, fondled one in front of me and laughed about it? How in the hell could I be expected to drive????

Yes, it was going to be a strange night indeed....
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Graduation Gift From My Aunt Ch. 03






Actually, the rest of the evening was great but essentially uneventful physical wise. Of course, having my aunt flash her exquisite breasts at me was a decidedly wonderful experience but I did begin to wonder how much further we could go?

I mean, kissing and teasing were one thing – but would we ever... you know... actually 'do it'? Or even if that kind of opportunity would present itself, COULD we actually 'do it' – get naked and fuck like rabbits - or would our minds come back to our senses and then we would back away? Those sort of questions kept racing through my mind while we had a great dinner (steaks of course with all the essentials) and then headed on over to Watson for the Aerosmith concert.

All though dinner, while Linda sat across from, she acted as if nothing had even happened between us. Our conversations were light and airy; mostly about our favorite bands and songs, about college, about her divorce (just a little), and for the most part about how I was so grown up. Not once did she mention the event at her house that night nor what she did in the Jeep on the way to the restaurant but there WAS this mischievous twinkle in her smile that I saw and an ornery grin that I KNOW I saw once in a while.

But I was too scared to mention our previous deeds – partly for fear that to be overt about them might jinx the chance of repeating them (since they just sort of 'happened') and also out of sheer embarrassment because if I DID start thinking about what had happened, I knew a full blown erection would ensue. And then, THAT would be awkward – especially while trying to walk out of the restaurant!

So, we had dinner, went to the concert and watched the boys rock the house down and then headed home. By this time, it was nearly midnight and honestly, I think we were both pretty tired. Since my jeep has bucket seats up front, Linda didn't really have a chance to sit close – if she would have anyway, I didn't really know. I must admit that it would have been nice to have her sit close if for no other reason than I might have had a chance to at least feel her close to me. I could not forget the feelings I had when I held her close that night at her house when we were kissing.

It was a magical sort of feeling... one that I hoped to feel again.

In the midst of my thoughts, Linda spoke.

"Tom? How about we stop at the root beer stand and grab something to drink?"

"Sure! That sounds great!"

There was a little root beer stand only about 2 miles from Linda's house that has the absolute tastiest root beer and hot dogs you can imagine. It was a favorite hangout for everyone and especially young people on the weekend who wanted to show off their cars. Tonight was no exception. The place was packed and it took a couple of passes to even find a parking spot. But, we did finally find one so I backed into the spot and turned off the key.

A cute little waitress came up to my window.

"What'll it be, hon?"

I looked over at Linda with that "What would you like?" look on my face. She spoke.

"I'll have a large root beer float!" Mmm... that sounded good.

"Make it two," I said. And with that, off went cutie-pie to get our order.

"Tom?" Uh-oh. There was that "We need to talk" tone of voice. This might not be good.

"Uh... yeah?" I turned to look at her.

"Do you believe in fate?"

"You mean... as in things happen for a reason? Like, something was 'meant to be'?"

"Yeah... exactly. That's what I'm thinking about tonight. This has been a perfect evening and it seems so natural and peaceful. Oddly, I don't feel like I'm your aunt and you are my nephew and we're out just doing something. For some reason I can't explain – I feel like this was meant to happen; that we're SUPPOSED to be together on this night doing what we're doing.... That it was 'meant to be'... does that sound silly?"

I honestly didn't know where she was going with it. Partly because I didn't understand the whole 'meant to be' thing as it related to she and I. And mostly because I noticed she had unbuttoned her shirt halfway down her cleavage while she was talking and I could now see the soft white mounds and the contrasting skin tones of her chest and breasts. I was certainly distracted.

But it was at that precise moment, I saw that same grin and same twinkle in her eye that I had seen earlier at the restaurant. And – it was the same moment our waitress returned with our floats.

I paid for the drinks, we slurped them down (all the while my eyes were like magnets trying to attach themselves to Linda's nearly open shirt – yet she acted like nothing was different), and continued to just 'chat'. It was driving me nuts.

I turned my lights on and another waitress flitted over and grabbed the tray. The Jeep started and off we went, back into the dark night for the brief jaunt to Linda's.

I pulled in her driveway and shut the vehicle off. The evening was warm and quiet with only the night sounds to be heard as we just sat there in silence grinning at each other. "Well, Tom – ya gonna walk me in?"

"Sure, Linda."

We got out of the Jeep and headed up her walkway. For some odd reason, I felt REALLY weird at that moment. What should I do? I mean, after all – it was obvious (or WAS it?) that she had playful times in mind but then again, what if she didn't? What if she was just teasing me to tease me? What if my own Mom was in on this and asked Linda to test me? God – I was really getting weirded out to think that!

Linda opened her door with the key and a twist of the handle and we were in. Of course Killer came running up delighted that finally someone was home to pay him some attention.

"Make yourself comfy while I take Killer outside to do his duty, ok? I'll be right back."

I sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV while Linda ushered the dog outside. Nervously, I flipped channels, not really seeing anything and wondering where the night would lead at this point.

In a moment, Linda and Killer were back inside. She spoke from the kitchen.

"Tom? I've gotta go pee and I'll be right back, ok? Don't run off – I've got a couple of CD's I want you to hear that you can take with you, ok?"

"No problem, Linda... I'm in no hurry."

Killer came and jumped up on the couch beside me as I semi-listened to her shut the bedroom door. Knowing how her house was laid out, I knew that she would be using the master bath room..... Hmmm... I wondered if she was going to change 'into something more comfortable'? Argh! There I go again – driving myself nuts. I chose to flush that kind of thinking from my mind just as I heard the toilet flush from behind the doors and went back to seeing what was on Speed Channel.

I heard the door open from the bedroom but didn't turn to look as I was watching a rerun of the big auto auction from back in January. But – when Linda came into the room, something made me look her way. I was glad I did.

She stood in the doorway with a glass of wine in her hand (when and where did she grab THAT?) and had removed her jeans. She also was wearing a different shirt but it was much longer. It kind of looked like a man's flannel shirt (maybe it was?) but because it was so long, it came down to mid-thigh. And those were delicious looking thighs...

"I was tired of those jeans – way too tight anyways. So, I put on my 'robe'! Hahahaha! I hope you don't mind?"

Mind? Mind? ME Mind? She looked like a dream come true and she wanted to know if I minded? If nothing else happened, just seeing her in that shirt would provide enough fantasy for the rest of my life.

She came over towards me and started to sit beside me but then paused. Shushing Killer off the couch, she stood in front of me.

I didn't move. I wasn't sure if I COULD move...

"Are you nervous Tom?"

I just licked my lips and looked into her eyes. Was this going to be THE night? I nodded my head just a bit...

"Aw Tom... you don't have to be nervous..."

She then placed her right knee beside my left thigh on the couch and straddled my lap, placing her left knee beside my right thing. Then, she sat down upon my lap – my god, if we were naked, it would have been the perfect position for a good fucking.

"Do you mind if I sit on your lap, Tom?" Her eyes had the 'look' again.

"Of course not, Linda..." While I had hoped my words would come out manly and seductive, I think I sounded a bit like Mickey Mouse.

She turned around to sit her glass of wine down on the coffee table while still seated on my lap and her shirt fell nearly open as she did so. Only the bottom two buttons were holding it together but at this point it might as well not even been on. Her left breast was completely exposed to my view, its nipple erect and puckered, begging for my lips to do what my eyes were already doing – covering it.

She then turned back around and put her arms around my neck and upon my shoulders.

"Tom? Would you finish unbuttoning my shirt?"

Realizing I still held the TV remote in my hand, I tossed it aside and did as she asked. After opening the buttons and seeing the material fall apart to each side, I saw that she still had panties on – cute low-cut pastel blue panties with two very tiny pink flowers on the front. And – I could see shadows of her vee.... My god... I just realized that I was already hard as steel.

She then leaned in and kissed me full on my lips. Our tongues immediately sought out the other's and light, sensual moans escaped from deep within us. Her hands played with the back of my head and hair... my just continued to hold her sides but only for a bit.

"Tom.... It's ok. You can touch me."

I needed no further encouragement. With that, I reached up and inside the folds of her shirt to grasp her bare breasts.

I broke our kiss for just a moment because I wanted to see her breasts clearly. She leaned back just a bit in agreement as my hands plied the warm tit-flesh. They were mouth watering. The skin was soft and delicate and their shape was profoundly sensual. They were heavy, very heavy, filling almost as if they were milk-laden. Yet, a couple of tweaks of the nipples between my fingers and thumbs proved that theory incorrect – they were just magnificent tits.

I hefted them from side to side. I swayed them left and right, smacking them together at times and enjoying the sights and sounds of doing so, all the while Linda's eyes were locked upon my face and a delicious grin was upon hers. She was enjoying my enjoyment of her body.

My hands continued to caress her breasts. I brushed my palms against her nipples which were works of art in themselves. They were a very dark brown, almost black. And thick. And long – very long. After I had pulled and tweaked them, they stood out from the base by almost three fourths of an inch. The areola were not oversized as you often see... they were only about two inches in total diameter and were actually overshadowed by her enormous nipples.

I couldn't keep from staring at them in amazement - while my cock felt like it was going to explode. Yet, I didn't feel like I needed to fuck Linda; at least not just yet. I wanted to see every inch of her body.

She spoke.

"Suck them, Tom... please?"

I didn't answer. Leaning forward towards her chest as she leaned into me, I pulled her left teat to my mouth and pulled its nipple in against my tongue. The texture was beyond description... rough, protruding, smooth, exotic, erotic... I suckled her nipple like a starved newborn baby while Linda closed her eyes, soft 'Mmm...mmmm" sounds escaping her lips.

Switching hands, I leaned over to suckle her right tit, its nipple leaping into my mouth and upon my tongue. Again, I tried to bring milk from where there was none but I was rewarded with her hands on the back of my head again, pulling me into her chest as she ground her nipple/tit into my face while I sucked her.

I felt Linda shift her position and slide her crotch down against my member – uh-oh. My god, the sensations! She was overtly rubbing herself against me! She then pulled back a bit as her tit plopped from my mouth.

She stared into my eyes.

"Tom... that feels so good. Your lips are wonderful and you sure know how to please a woman. Did you enjoy it?"

I didn't know how to respond. It almost felt like our fun was over from the way she said that.

I decided to be completely honest. Amazingly, my voice worked.

"Linda, you are by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Did I enjoy it? Couldn't you tell?" I cast a gaze down at my erection, easily visible in my shorts.

She smiled.

"Yeah... I kinda thought you did. What would you like to do now?"

Once again, I was at a loss for words.

Linda dropped her arms to her side.

"Remove my shirt Tom, ok?"

I slowly reached up and pulled the shirt down off her shoulders, admiring her body even more. Finally, I could see her entire chest as she reached back behind her and let the shirt fall to floor around my feet.

Sexily, she hefted her breasts with her hands as if to offer them to me. But she surprised me – she bent her neck and head over while lifting her right breast to her mouth and amazingly pulled the turgid nipple into her own lips. A sexier sight I had never seen before.

I leaned back against the couch and watched Linda suckle her own tits. While her mouth pulled and sucked her right nipple, her left hand squeezed and hefted her left breast, tugged its nipple, pulled and pinched the flesh. Her eyes were closed and she was once again ever-so-gently rubbing her panty covered pussy on my cock. Linda was lost in lust, as I was lost in watching her...

Not even opening her eyes, she started to switch her mouth over to her other breast but paused... She spoke with eyes still closed, her right nipple wet and shiny from her saliva...

"Tom... please... rub my thighs..." She then went back to suckling herself, repeating her motions of before.

I began to rub my hands up and down her soft thighs. With each pass, my hands came nearer and nearer to her mound. I watched as she backed away an inch or so from my erection, her crotch now completely in my view as I stared at the dark vee beneath the panties. I wondered what her pussy looked like...

Feeling no resistance from Linda as my hands went on up her thighs, I decided to become bolder in my moves. Reaching the leg openings of her panties, I began to slip my fingers inside....

"Mmm... yes... touch me, Tom..."

I could feel the hair on her cunt against the backs of my fingers. In a blink, I had the backs of both hands' fingers against her mons, its hair intertwined in them. Her pubic hair felt coarse but not too long. She obviously kept it somewhat trimmed because it felt to be about a half to three quarters of an inch long. Yet, I still had not touched her labia – would she let me? - so I didn't know how that area was.

I didn't even know it but Linda had stopped her breast ministrations and was watching me adventure into her panties. I looked up and saw her simply nod...

"It's ok Tom. Touch all you like..."

She then leaned back a bit and reached her hands behind her, placing them upon my knees. Her tits were now fully in front of my view and her crotch was even more visible.

I pulled my fingers out and then reached for the waist band. Pulling it downward as far as I could, I saw heaven...

Her pussy was breath-taking. It was hair covered all the way as far as I could see and I could just see the top of the slit with the edges of her inner lips protruding just a bit. I wanted to taste it....

I continued to pull her panties down as much as I could given our somewhat awkward seating position. Freeing my right hand, I reached in to touch her womanhood. It was warm. It felt so tender and soft... the lips yielding to my caresses as low murmurs came from Linda's mouth... I tried to pry her pussy-lips apart a bit but wasn't very successful – the panties were just too restrictive. I did notice though that it appeared I wasn't the only one with an erection – her clit was large! Almost a good half inch long, its pearly pink/white tip was clearly visible now that I had somewhat splayed her cunt open a miniscule bit. She saw me staring at it.

"What do you think Tom? Is it too big? My husband said it was gross because it is as big as it is..."

"Linda – it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Your husband was an idiot."

"Thank you Tom. Thank you..."

She sat back up and reached down to pull my hands from her crotch. Now, it was time for me to worry again. Was this it? Was this where it ends for us?

"Tom? I need to stand up a bit, ok?"

What could I say? No? I just leaned back against the couch and watched Linda get up from my lap. She stood before me with her hands on her hips, her nipples still glistening in the light.

"Let's go back to the bedroom Tom, ok? I think we'll be more comfortable there."

With that, she turned, picked up her glass of wine and reached for my hand.

"Come on, baby. I've got an idea..."

I could only hope...
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The earliest part of dawn was beginning to creep through Linda's bedroom window when I awoke. At first, I wasn't even sure where I was or what I was doing. Was that a dream? Did I actually just have the wildest of nights – with my own aunt? I leaned up on one elbow and rubbed my eyes, trying to get what felt like a pound of sand out of each of them. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand next to me, I saw it wasn't even 6AM yet. I knew I needed to get up and head home, figuring my parents were wondering where I was at but then I remembered the concert – that seemed like it must have happened a week ago, not just last night – so my parents probably figured I just crashed on the sofa here at Linda's since we would be getting back late.

Yeah... I crashed alright. Right in Linda's bedroom. Looking around the room, I saw things that began to bring back the memory. On the floor were her panties – I remembered holding them in my hand after I had slid them off her legs, marveling at how delicate they were and how they smelled sweet and pure. Over on the back of the leather chair were my pants – that Linda had pried down after she had barely been able to get them over my erection. My underwear was on the floor beside me – with Linda's lipstick marking them in several places. And Linda was softly sleeping beside me, lying on her side with her back to me, completely uncovered with her beautiful ass almost visible in the soft morning light. That exquisitely sweet behind... yeah.... THAT'S what I remember most of all... but this is how it ended.

Let me tell you how I got to this point and why my tongue was actually a little sensitive... here goes... Linda had led me back to her bedroom. I loved watching her shapely figure move seductively as she walked before me, her curvaceous bottom jiggling and then tightening with each step, her bare back smooth and creamy in the light, her hair bouncing slightly with each step. Linda's legs were beautiful; her calves firm and well shaped and her thighs actually had a slight gap between them that was noticeable when she stopped to sweep her arm in towards the bedroom, inviting me in. As I walked by her, her nipples brushed my upper arm and she giggled.

"Tom! You did that on purpose, didn't you?!"

I stopped at the doorway and looked back at her smiling face with a silly grin on my own and then I let my eyes slowly travel down her chest and breasts, on down to gaze once more at her erect nipples.

"Yeah... I guess I did..."

"Good. You're learning what I like... I like that in my lover!"

I was for a moment taken aback – her 'lover', did she say? Up to that moment, I had not thought that we would do much more than some heavy petting or oral foreplay. I guess the word 'lover' had completely different connotations, some of which that made me feel warm and apprehensive, yet that were incredibly erotic. Her 'lover', eh... the night just kept getting more and more interesting with each passing minute.

I turned back away and stepped into her bedroom. It was decorated nicely with a soft glow coming from the lamp on the nightstand. There was a leather chair in one corner with a small table beside it. A big dresser with an attached mirror (both trimmed in what appeared to be either very dark oak or mahogany) and a chest of drawers over next to what looked to be twin doors to a walk in closet. Of course, the usual pictures and other lady-things adorned the room, including a quilt rack that had several woven throws across its rungs. I heard the door close behind me. And then, I heard her secure the lock. Hmmm... I wondered why she felt the need to lock the door? Who else might be around that would possibly just walk right in? After all, the front door was already locked.... Odd, I thought....

It was then I felt Linda walk up behind me and pull me back into her as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I reached down and wrapped my arms above hers but then she pulled free and slowly slid her hands down my abdomen... to the waist band of my pants... she popped the button and fumbled for just a moment with the zipper. My god... in seconds, my aunt was going to have her hands on my shaft and it was ready to explode without her touch! My knees were about to buckle as I felt her pull the zipper downward, freeing my turgid member which was now barely confined by the underwear. I felt her then lower my pants on down and nudge me to step out of them. I complied. Willingly. It was then that Linda gently had me turn to face her as she dropped to her knees before me. My heart felt as if it was going to explode in my chest and my cock bounced slightly with each rapid heartbeat.

Linda now was at eyelevel with my shaft, her hands upon the sides of my thighs as she leaned inward to press her head against my left thigh, just barely an inch or so from my still lightly restrained organ. She reached her right arm around my leg as her left hand slowly – almost at a snail's pace – began to softly slide up the insides of my thighs... closer and closer to the material that was doing a poor job of restraining my eager tool. My eyes were closed... my head was leaned back slightly... I felt her nudge me as if to get me to part my legs a bit so once more, I yielded. Her left hand was now resting just below my sac and she slowly nudged my testes with the back of her hand. Her right hand was now near her left and I felt her face move in tight against my erection while at the same time her left hand cupped my balls and gently squeezed them. At the same time, her right hand began softly stroking the skin on the inside of my thighs, just as I felt her lips against the side of my cock right at its base. I felt her teeth on the shaft through the material as she brought her left hand on up to hold it from moving away all the while cupping my balls in her right hand from behind. Her mouth, teeth and tongue now moved slowly from the base of my member, biting, sucking, licking it through the cloth until she was at the end of it. She paused there, taking the cloth-covered glans into her mouth to suck and gently bite around the head of it. I felt my seed stir and she sensed it as well, placing a firm grasp on my shaft with her left hand as if to pinch it off – it had the desired effect. I didn't come in my underwear.

Then, realizing she had stemmed the tide, she then swung on around and moved back down the opposite side, repeating the same ministrations as she held my cock now with her right hand. But now, her right hand was back to my thigh and I felt her fingers begin to snake up and under the cloth. I felt her nails dragging oh-so-seductively across my lower abdomen beneath the material and then felt them hit the dark hair near my balls. Without pause, she gently grasped them, her hand completely inside the cloth and I once more about went off. Sensing it again, she released her grip on my nuts and pinched the base of the shaft, driving me wild. Her bare hand was now solidly on my cock and I was about to collapse. I had forgotten that her mouth was once again on the end of my cock. The material was soaked with her saliva and I could feel her tongue working the opening of the head, driving me delirious once more. She paused and then put both hands upon the waist band and began to pull them down. There was no resistance by me. My cock bounced free as the elastic swept down off it. As she neared my ankles with the underwear, I stepped out of them, naked completely having lost my shirt earlier.

"Tom, would you mind lying down on the bed?"

I turned and took the few steps to her bed, knowing that heaven was waiting. She had already turned down the comforter and sheets. Not silk sheets, just very nice high thread count cotton that were cool and clean with some small print effect upon them. I lay down on my back and waited. She came to the same side of the bed and got up on it but on her knees. She then straddled my waist – but was facing away from me. Then, she slowly backed up as she dropped to her hands, her panties just inches from my face now as she lowered her face to nuzzle my testes with her lips. My arms were trapped beneath her legs but her pussy was just a Hanes away from my tongue and I wanted to taste it oh so badly. She then lowered her crotch even further... it was now almost on my chin and I could smell the deliciously sweet scent of her womanhood.

"Tom... lick me... lick me through my panties, ok? I've restrained your arms on purpose, Tom. Use your mouth, your tongue, your lips... use your imagination, Tom. Just do it... you will know what to do..." When she finished speaking, I felt her hands upon me – one upon my sac, gently kneading my balls and the other holding my shaft firmly upward as she encircled it with her mouth. My cock was now in her mouth and it was all I could do to even breath, let alone not cum. Yet, I complied. Her panties were a breath away from my tongue and I began to lick. I found that the folds of her cunt-flesh were pliable and easily discernable beneath the fabric. I could even ply the lips apart a bit as I probed bolder and bolder, trying to tongue fuck her through the material. At the same time, my attention began to falter as I felt her head begin to bob and felt her tongue/mouth begin earnestly sucking my cock. I had to stop licking her crotch... I HAD to come.

I began to thrust back into her mouth and she purred as she not only sucked me harder and harder, she began to jack the shaft. She wanted me to come now... Her throat seemed to have no end but it was tight and hot... In and out... In and out... I fucked her mouth in earnest now; my orgasm was not going to be denied... In and out my cock went... In and out of her mouth as she nearly swallowed it whole... I could feel the back of her throat with the head of my cock on each thrust... she slurped hungrily and sucked the head before ramming it back into her throat again and again and again and again...

The semen began to boil in my insides; my balls were churning liquid fire as Linda continued to try and suck them from their wrinkly sac up and out through my cock... In and out... In and out... hotter and harder... sucking... licking.... Jerking...

'AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!!" I exploded.

Really. I exploded a torrent of semen into her mouth and yet, she kept sucking and jacking me as I equally kept fucking her throat. I felt several hot spurts of come spew wickedly from the hole at the end of my cock, hitting the back of her throat... I thought I felt her swallow most of it but I found out later that some had escaped her lips and ran down her hand (because I watched her lick it off her hand moments later)... It seemed to last forever but it ended way too soon... Still, she sucked me but gentler now... She licked the sides of the shaft... she licked the base of it and the dense hair that surrounded it... she licked my balls, even tonguing them gently as she slurped and suckled them... and she even gently sucked the head of my cock, searching furtively for any remaining semen, all the while being careful to avoid the hyper-sensitive spot on the top of the glans that was my trigger point....

I felt my member soften only a bit as she stopped licking and simply lay her head on my right thigh... She held the shaft gently but firmly, slowly sliding her hand (I believe it was her left one) up and down the slippery flesh-pole, causing it to remain firm...

"Tom... you were delicious..." I couldn't speak. An orgasm does that to me it seems.

"Unnhhh...." It was all I could manage. She rose up a bit and moved her legs, freeing my arms. After I pulled them free, she pulled her legs in close again to my sides as she slid her ass back again to my face.

"Tom... Do what you like but my panties stay on – for now – ok? Just make me happy Tom. You'll know what to do..."

"Ok, Linda. Sure..."

She was lying peacefully upon me. I could feel now her nipples against my abdomen – they felt hard. She simply was holding my cock now as if it were a trophy or a keepsake; not stroking it or licking it... just... holding it close to her face. I could feel her breath upon it. I reached back behind me and pulled a pillow up under my head. There. That helped a lot! My face was now only an inch or so from her saliva covered panties and I could see the dark folds of the labia beneath them and I wanted to see them unfettered. I placed my hands upon her buttocks, admiring their firmness. Linda's ass was exquisite; full and round but supple and inviting. I slid my hands on down over the mounds to the inside of her thighs. Hooking my right thumb beneath the leg opening, I was able to pull the cloth aside and finally – FINALLY! – I was able to see what I had been hoping for. And it was even prettier than I had hoped for. As her cunt was revealed, it seemed to open timidly, almost like a spring flower at first dawn.... The delicate inner lips were nestled snugly between the darker out lips. The outer lips were smooth and shaven up to just near her clit which was standing out proudly now in all its glistening glory. I reveled in her beauty. Linda purred once more and wiggled her bottom closer.

"Suck me, Tom... suck me...OOOOH!"

She didn't need to ask again. My tongue was THERE! At first, I wanted to probe her feminine depths so I did. I licked each fold of her slit... I probed her vaginal opening as deeply as I could, swallowing what precious tastes I could glean from her secretions... her taste and smell were intoxicating... I licked upward, towards the perineum and then beyond as she arched her back to bring her delicate pink anal ring down toward my tongue... I probed it's velvety skin and pried firmly into her anus... she relaxed her sphincter a bit and allowed me the privilege of tasting her sweet, sweet ass... a pleasure I had never before enjoyed – licking a woman's anus... I felt my cock hardening again but this time, Linda was ignoring it although she still gripped it gently... I tongued her anus for a few minutes and listened to her moan with pleasure...

"Oh god, Tom... that is SOOOOO good... oh god... yes... that's it.... Ooooohhhh... right there, Tom... yes.... Oh my god...."

I pulled back away for a bit and swallowed the saliva in my mouth. Gazing at her ass that was still mostly covered by the panties, I was mesmerized by the look of the skin from her anus to the perineum and then the beginning of her vaginal opening all played together as one beautiful part of her body. I wanted to suck her, to eat her, to have her secretions inside me... I licked her perineum again as I dove downward to find her clit. Sensing the direction I was going, Linda moved her rear upward a bit and back, allowing me full access to her clitoris. As it slid into my mouth, I marveled at its size and majesty. I had only before seen pictures – and they were rare – of women with oversize genitals or clits. Linda's was not freakish or overly large. But – it was definitely huge. As I began to suckle it gently, she murmured even more...

"Ahhhhh... that's it, Tom..... keep that up... oh.... Oooooohhhhh.... Tom... "

I found the right amount of sucking and licking that she wanted.... Her clit was even more erect now, its presence in my mouth was unmistakable... she began to ever-so-gently grind her mons against my chin...

"God, Tom... mmmmm...... ohhhhh... yes.... Yes..... yes...."

Slowly, I began to increase the rhythm and alternated sucking gently with licking her clit. In moments, I felt her body begin to tense...

"My god, Tom.... Ohhhh.... I'm going to come Tom..... yes... yes... yes... YESSSSS.... YESSSSS! OH MY GOD!!! NNNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

It happened quickly then. One second, I was in control of what was happening – the next; she was on full orgasmic-auto. She was violently fucking my mouth now with her clit and labia. I pressed firmly against her as she fucked my face and chin, moaning and crying out, arching her back upward and pressing her clenched hands down into the sheets as her orgasm wracked her body with delight... fluids seemed to gush from within her vagina as her secretions were smeared on my face and into my mouth... hungrily, I tongued her vagina and tried to suck her womb from her body.....

"NNNGGGHHHHhhh.... Yessssss... ohhhh......."

And then – it was over. She collapsed in a heap back upon me again, her cunt still splayed open before my face as her panties were soaked in both perspiration and sexual fluids... It was a view I will never, ever forget. Her labia were reddened and swollen... the opening was visible and I could even see the end of her urethra.... Everything glistened wetly.... We lay like that for several minutes.... I don't know if she slept or what but she did not move a muscle... my cock was against her cheek but it was as if she didn't know it was in the room... she needed to recover... I knew that it could not get any better than this. But – I was wrong...
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