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Aunt Pearl’s hotel room“What’s the matter? Didn’t expect this?”I gawked, speechless. She was looking at me, a hint of a knowing smirk on her lips, eyes flashing mischief.“Weren’t so shy last night, were you?” She said it in accusation but there was no sting in her tone, just wry amusement. “So,” added my aunt, “tell me, what do you think? Am I what you’ve imagined?”As I boggled, not believing she was there, naked except for the deep girdle of the suspender belt, the stockings, and shoes.My father’s sister’s head canted towards one shoulder, honey-blonde hair framing her face, expression filled with enquiry. She stared at me for several long seconds, then, sighed out an exasperated, “God, what’s the matter? You told me how much you fancied me, how you’d love to see my big tits … Well,” Aunt Pearl added as she hefted her large breasts with both hands, “here they are. I’m showing them to you. My question is, what are you going to do, Michael?”My aunt paused, smirking, tips of her forefingers teasing button nipples, lust an arterial burst inside me as I continued to stare.It had been a wedding. My cousin. Aunt Pearl’s daughter. I’d always had a thing for my aunt. I thought she was sexy. She has this flirty way about her. Despite me being her nephew, I always felt she was teasing me whenever we met. It was in her eyes and her smile. There seemed to be an air about Aunt Pearl. Something in her manner. It was the way she moved. The way she walked. It was even in her voice and the way she kissed my cheek. The kiss itself was chaste and appropriate, but it always seemed like my aunt would linger to close for too long, her generous frontage pressing against me. It wasn’t any single factor, but a combination of the various parts. On an intuitive level I understood my aunt would be a fantastic fuck. Mid-fifties she might be, but I knew she had it all going on.I’d had too much to drink the previous day. By 10 p.m. I was loosened up enough to throw off inhibitions to the awful, mortifying extent that I’d spilled it all to Aunt Pearl.That was the situation when, after the phone call from her summoning me to her room for, “A little chat about what you aid last night,” I knocked on the door, humiliation and fear a leaden sinker of apprehension which plummeted into the pit of my stomach.It was two in the afternoon when I stood outside Aunt Pearl’s door. I was nervous and anxious, worried that another door in the hotel corridor would open and my parents would appear.Then the door in front of me clicked, sucking open against the plush carpet.“Come in,” I heard my aunt say from inside the room.I’d gulped down on the fear, sucked in a deep breath, and pushed the door wide.“Through here,” Aunt Pearl said.It was after I shut the door behind me and went through to the main room of her suite that I saw my aunt in her dishabille. When she smirked and said, “What’s the matter? Didn’t expect this?”I felt desire slip loose as my cock thickened and grew, my aunt repeating her question of, “I’m waiting for an answer – what are you going to do?”I gulped, shocked, the words coming out as a croak. “You’re my aunt,” I said.Aunt Pearl rolled her eyes, breasts swaying when she released their weight. She folded her arms beneath her boobs, breath snorting from her nose before she said, “I know that, Michael. That’s what makes this so fucking exciting.”The way she said it, the emphasis on the f-word, hit me like a physical blow.“You better do something soon, Michael,” my aunt went on as I reeled in shock, surprise, and confusion. “I’m standing here in front of you. This is right now. See me? See me with my tits out for you? This is what you wanted last night. All right, well, here I am. You want this…?Aunt pearl uncrossed her arms and gestured with her fingers, sweeping an imaginary line which traced her curves.“You better come over here and get it,” she finished.“You don’t mean it,” I gasped. “I mean, you can’t. I’m family.”“I mean it,” Aunt Pearl said, eyes flashing with meaning. She took a step towards me, hands out, palms up in what could have been an offer or a signal of surrender. “I know exactly who you are,” she went on, voice loaded with whatever she was feeling inside.The timbre in my aunt’s tone called to me on an instinctive level. My brain might have been struggling to cope with the situation confronting it, but my body responded in a way which caused a surge of carnal need deep in my guts. It was an urgent, visceral yearning to grab at my aunt and force my tongue into her mouth.“I’m your aunt,” she added, sighing after she said it. It was a wistful sound, her lower lip held between her teeth while she stared at me. “I know what this is,” Aunt Pearl continued, eyes on my face. “I know full-well there’s a word for this kind of thing.”“What thing?”My aunt looked at me, the smirk broadening into a grin. “What do you think it means if I … present myself to you like this, Michael?”Excitement hitched in my chest. “Sex,” I suggested.She nodded, eager it seemed. “Yes. Sex. Lovely robust sex with your Aunty Pearl.” She placed her fists on her hips and thrust out her bosom. “You can have it, Michael,” she added, eyes feline slits. “You were very plain about it last night. So, what do you think? Do you fancy a lovely fuck?”I nodded without realising I was doing it.“Good,” purred my aunt. She curled a forefinger at me. “So, come on. Don’t just stand there with that gormless look on your face. Come here. Give your Aunty Pearl a hug.”It excited me to hear her referring to herself in the third person. Every time she emphasised the familial relationship between us it caused a clench of desire down in my core. I moved in closer, her arms going wide.“There we are,” muttered my aunt as she stepped güvenilir bahis siteleri in to put her arms around me. “Tell me how much you’ve been wanting this,” Aunt Pearl whispered into my ear. I was in her embrace, her body against me, the heat coming off her. I could smell the product she used on her hair. My aunt smelled fresh and clean, like she’d not long bathed, her breasts squashed between us. “Tell me how you’ve been dying to fuck me,” she finished.“Aunt Pearl,” I groaned, my hands on the bare skin of her back. “I don’t believe it.”She chuckled and moved so we were arms’ length apart. “Well, you should. I’m right here. This is me.”“Yuh-you’re gorgeous,” I said, gasping it out.“That’s nice to hear. I was a little worried about how you might react. I’m so much older than you. I expect you’re used to girls with tight little bodies. They all seem to be mad on jogging and everything these days. I’m not such a skinny thing, am I, Michael?”I looked over her body, thrilled by my aunt’s ripe, voluptuous curves, especially excited when I saw her big boobs, an extra frisson of desire rippling through me when I noticed, for the first time, she was completely hairless down at her vulva. “No,” I croaked, hands going to her breasts, “you’re perfect, Aunt Pearl.”“Good boy,” sighed my aunt, eyes closing when I squeezed her flesh.The contact with her spongy-soft tits set me alight. The shock remained but its power diminished, desire jolting me to action. I groaned, pawing at my cock through my jeans as I moved in close to slobber a kiss at my aunt’s mouth.Aunt Pearl chuckled through the clumsy kiss, her hands on my face, cheeks sandwiched between her palms as she took control.When the kiss broke, my aunt stepped back. “Undress,” she said with a nod. Aunt Pearl pointed to the front of my jeans. “Chop-chop, Michael,” she added. “Strip off. Let’s get you bare.”Galvanised, I hopped around while hauling off my trainers and socks. Next, I pulled the tee-shirt over my head, Aunt Pearl’s fingers on the jean buttons and flies. When I threw the tee-shirt aside, my aunt hauled my jeans down to my knees, boxer shorts going with them, her cry of delight issuing forth when my cock sprang up, p
roud and erect.“God,” Aunt Pearl breathed, “somebody’s ready.” Her fingers curled around my girth, her tongue slipping into my mouth. Aunt Pearl stroked my length, moaning through the kiss until she looked down to where her fist worked at my dick. “There should be a warning notice with this,” she purred through a grin. “Lovely, thick, hard fucking cock,” she sighed.“I’ve never heard you swear before,” I groaned. Thrilled by the scene.“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Aunt Pearl replied.“Can I fuck you?”When I said it, my hands were full of her tits, wonder at their size and weight goading me into boldness.“I should fucking hope so,” my aunt replied. “That’s why we’re here.”The obscenities were strange coming from my aunt. Despite the instinctive feelings I’d harboured about her sexual voracity, her diction – English Home Counties, two-thirds posh, pronunciation and demeanour like an old-fashioned schoolmarm – seemed at odds with the casual profanity slipping from my aunt’s mouth.“Aunt Pearl, I didn’t have a clue,” I gasped.My aunt kissed me again, her fingers moving over my length. She whispered, “What about?”“This. You. How … How…” I couldn’t find the words, so my aunt finished the sentence for me.She chuckled and rolled her eyes, hand slowly working my cock. “How utterly fucking depraved and filthy I am?”“Fuck,” I groaned.“You’re not going to believe just what a bad old bitch I am, Michael,” purred my aunt. She glanced down to my jeans bunched around my shins. “Take those off,” she said. “Then I want you to lick me.”My aunt moved away, dancing towards the bed on her killer heels. I gawked when she set her rump onto the bed, easing back onto her elbows while folding her legs at the knees.“Right here,” my aunt informed me, splaying her labia.I boggled when she exposed her core, insides glistening, clit a swollen nub, the folds thick and meaty, pinned back like a butterfly exhibit.“Don’t worry,” said my aunt, calm in her lewd exhibitionism. “I know it looks big, but that’s only my flaps, sweetie. I promise your Aunty Pearl’s all tight inside.” She threw a glance to my hard-on, smirking again as she finished with, “especially with such a gorgeous thick cock. You’ll fit in there all lovely and snug.”I cranked my dick, entranced by the sight of my aunt exposing herself.“Don’t waste it,” Aunt Pearl said through a sigh. She levered upright, big tits swaying. “bring it over here. Give me that cock. Let your Aunty Pearl wank it for you, my darling.”I went to the bed, eager and excited as a puppy, keen to experience my aunt’s lush body.“Ooh, that’s so fucking stiff,” my aunt declared when she worked her hand over my length. “I’ll give it a suck, then you can get down there and lick my cunt.”I gasped when Aunt Pearl ducked in to suck at my cock. Groaning, I looked down to where she was sucking her cheeks concave, lips tight over the bulb, a hand on my root, working me close to my balls while she rubbed at her sex with her free hand.After licking me from my balls to the crown of the cock-head, my aunt muttered, “My turn now. I’m so fucking randy. Lick me, Michael. I’ve been imagining this moment all night. I’ve been waiting for this.”The guilt curdled in the pit of my stomach. It was vague, little more than a distant impression I ignored. It occurred to me, quick and fleeting, that what we were doing was wrong. If my parents ever found out…?God, she was own father’s sister! The repercussions would be huge. It would be drama on an Olympic scale if my dad ever discovered I’d licked tipobet giriş Aunt Pearl’s pussy.Thing is, with the heat on me, the temptation on the bed a few feet away, there was no way on Earth I could resist the lure of that body.I clambered onto the bed, going down onto my front so I could get my face into the forbidden folds.When I tasted her essence, Aunt Pearl groaned, sighing as my tongue moved from her core to her clit. “Yes,” she sighed, “lick it, Michael. That’s the way, sweetie.”I slurped and lapped at my aunt, wriggling on my stomach to put some friction against my cock. Both hands were busy. I was holding Aunt Pearl’s thighs spread with one while if probed at her pussy with the other, sliding a finger into the moist, slippery confines so I could tease her inside. While she squirmed and gasped, I sucked at Aunt Pearl’s clit, the moans issuing forth to tell me I was doing it right. I could tell by the sounds she made I was giving her pleasure.“God, that’s a talented tongue,” Aunt Pearl muttered, her fingers in my hair. “Lick it,” she snarled, holding my head. My aunt forced my face against her slick vulva, sobbing her joy as I worked my tongue over her flesh. “Suck my cunt, Michael. Lick it, my lovely boy. Make me scream.”It was a difficult time. My aunt bucked and writhed, the movement making it hard for me to keep up the pressure on her intimate place. She also had her fingers down there, the digits rubbing her bean for a few seconds of urgent, gasping activity before she slid the middle- and third-fingers into herself up to the knuckles.“Ah, God, fuck,” my aunt said through a grunt.When I looked up to her face, I saw her jaw clenched with the effort of reaching her peak, eyes glazed and unseeing, breath snorting out from her nose, grunts and groans issuing forth while she continued to stir her cunt with her fingers.Redundant by then, I went up onto my knees, a hand on my dick while I watched with appalled fascination, Aunt Pearl’s big breasts shivering and rolling, her low groan an announcement that she was about to come.Then it happened. The judders began.“Oh, fuck, Michael,” gasped my aunt, eyes flashing open. “God, I’m coming,” she said, like it was a surprise. “Oh fuck, sweetie, kiss me! I’m coming, my darling!”As my aunt gasped her release into my open mouth, her tongue swirling with mine, I wanked at my cock, the surge bubbling through me so the hot stuff burst from the slit in the bulb, ejaculate spraying over Aunt Pearl in an explosive rush of excitement.I groaned out the delight as the cum spat from my cock, my hand jacking my shaft, the semen spurting in an indiscriminate rain. I gasped and I grunted, attention divided between Aunt Pearl’s big tits as they rolled and trembled and the mess I was making.“You’re coming,” gasped my aunt as her orgasm tapered. “God … Oh fuck … I’m plastered in muck!”Aunt Pearl smeared ejaculate over her thigh, fingers gooey as she surveyed them. My aunt pushed herself up onto one elbow, assessing the damage, spunk on her skin, stockings, and bed.“Dirty boy,” Aunt Pearl said, grinning as she sucked in air. “Doing it all over me,” she added, eyebrows arched. “Look at the mess! Oh, Michael, I hope you’re going to stay firm, my love. I hope you’re a repeater.”To answer her question, I moved in and pushed my aunt onto her back.“Oh,” she said, blurting the word. “I think you’re going to be fine.”“I want to fuck you, Aunt Pearl,” I growled.“Then get on with it, sweetie,” my aunt replied. She spread her legs and offered herself. “Put it in. Fuck me. Let’s be wicked together.”The moment of penetration was sublime. I moved over my aunt, her eyes flashing clandestine delight as she stared at me.“Do it slowly,” Aunt Pearl muttered. “Take your time. Let me see it go in.”“Aunt Pearl, I don’t believe we’re going to do it.”My aunt nodded and then gasped, “I know. It’s just wicked isn’t it? We’re being very naughty, Michael. I mean, I’m your aunt. Your going to fuck your dad’s sister.”It was a goad. I could see it in her face. My aunt was teasing me, making it dirty for her own sordid pleasure.“Go on,” she added, taunting me with her expression. “Are you going to put that inside me or not?”I gasped and moaned when the bulb nudged her body, her pussy resisting for a quick moment until the dome popped in.“God … Fuck,” Aunt Pearl gasped, mouth hanging open.“Aunt Pearl, I love yo
u,” I sobbed when she had half my length.“Love me next time,” my aunt replied, her body taking me in up to my balls. This time I want it hard and nasty,” she said, hips starting to work. “Fuck me,” Aunt Pearl snarled, fingers on my shoulders.I was up on straight arms, my focus on our conjunction, those meaty folds clinging to my shaft as I came out of my aunt so the dome was still inside her.“Smash me,” grunted Aunt Pearl, shunting to take me inside her again. “Use my cunt. Fuck me, Michael.”Our first time was a robust coupling full of snarls and kissing and urgent need. I worked at my aunt, rutting at her as my excitement surged, her squeals and groans a sign she was enjoying herself.It went on for a few minutes in the missionary style. I worked into Aunt Pearl, her eyes flashing desire as she fingered her bean, the language pouring out of her in a potty-mouthed torrent.“From behind,” Aunt Pearl gasped after a time. “I want to feel you going at me while I’m on my hands and knees. Hold my hips and fuck me, Michael,” she urged.When Aunt Pearl was ready, her rump presented, hips angled to offer her cunt, she swivelled to look back at me, lust in her face.I groaned because the sensations were so sweet when I fed her my dick.“Hold me,” Aunt Pearl insisted. “Be rough. I won’t break. Lean over and grab my tits. My big fucking tits. tipobet güvenilir mi You like them, don’t you, Michael?”“I love them,” I gasped, my hands full of their weight.We kissed as I curled in over her back, the position awkward so we were mainly just licking one another’s tongue, the need for release imperative in us both.“Hold my hips. Fuck me,” instructed my aunt. “Do it this way for a little while, Michael. Then I want to get on it. I want you to be rough with my tits when I ride you, my lovely big boy.”Our flesh slapped together with meaty thwacks, the spare flesh on Aunt Pearl’s hips rippling while her buttocks jiggled, breasts swinging and swaying.“I’m coming,” I heard my aunt moan.It surprised me to hear her say it. I’d known she was apparently thrilled with the service, her gasps and grunts loud as we rutted and fucked, but to hear her announce she was at her peak again did catch me out.“God, Michael, I’m there,” announced my aunt as she collapsed onto her front.My dick waggled and swung, my focus down between her legs, her fingers busy at her clit.With the question answered, I watched my aunt writhe against her hand, legs spread, buttocks jiggling, her gasps and grunts bursting free and, while Aunt Pearl shook and rocked, I went in close a smacked the palm of one hand against her bottom.My aunt let out a yelp and cry of, “You bastard!” Then she blurted a laugh, showing her rump up while inviting me to smack her again. “Go on,” Aunt Pearl urged, “I’ve been ever so naughty.”She yipped and squealed three more times, my hand spanking down.“Just lie when I was young,” Aunt Pearl groaned. “I’ll tell you about it,” she said, shoving up off the bed.Aunt Pearl stood upright, her boobs drawing my focus. She pointed to the floor. “Down,” she said. “On your back. I’m going to ride you now.”I glanced at the carpet, then looked at my aunt. “The floor?”She nodded. “Yes. These heels are no use on the bed. I can’t be bothered to take them off just yet. Too much buggering about with the straps. I want to get on your cock, Michael,” she said, fists on her hips. “So the floor it is. It’ll be a bugger on my thighs. I’ll ache tomorrow. But I don’t care about that now. All I want is to have you inside me. So…”When my aunt jabbed a finger towards the floor, I went down to my knees, laying out flat, holding my cock upright at her instruction.“Ah, God, I love this big thing,” moaned my aunt after she squatted and took control of my dick.Then we were fucking again, Aunt Pearl working hard, her thighs flexing with the effort as she held onto my hands like an acrobat fighting for balance. Her buttocks slapped down against me, her insides slipping over my length, another surge simmering down in my root.“Let me fuck it,” Aunt Pearl grunted after a couple of minutes. “Come if you need to. I can’t keep going in this position for long.”My aunt gave it up after another thirty seconds of fucking. She eased down to her knees, holding my dick inside her body as she sighed and muttered about how uncomfortable it was to kneel on the floor.A moment later, after she started to ride me again, there were no more complaints from Aunt Pearl. She was gasping and groaning, my hands on her breasts, her hips moving back-and-forth as she ground down hard, all my length inside her body.“Come and we’ll rest,” gasped Aunt Pearl. “Finish off, darling,” she added, her own hands mauling her tits. “Then I want to make love. This is the fucking, but I want to have you soft and gentle. I want to talk to you, too. I’ve got so much to tell you.”It was in my mind to ask what she meant, but I lost the inclination to question my aunt when she started to ride hard at my cock. I played with her breasts, squeezing their bounty while Aunt Pearl grunted and groaned and went at my dick, the rush rising through my shaft, delight fizzing while I bellowed in joy.Then, while I sucked in air and stared at my aunt, she urged me to flood her insides with spunk.“Whatever’s left, I want,” Aunt Pearl squealed, bodies thwack-slapping together. “Do it inside me. I want to feel you come.”***That was the first time with my aunt.My father’s sister took what I had, gasping encouragement while I emptied myself. After that, with me breathless and spent, Aunt Pearl got to her feet, a hand cupped between her legs before she went to the bathroom.Next, at her behest, we went to the bed. I was shy when the heat between us had cooled. Anxious at how she might be after we’d fed the b**st our lust.“God, Michael, that was intense,” Aunt Pearl murmured as we cuddled beneath the cover. “It was lovely. I feel so relaxed.”“You’re not angry?”She looked at me with puzzlement corrugating her brow. “Angry? Why would I be angry?”“Well, I dunno,” I said. “We shouldn’t have done it. You know, because of the family.”My aunt chuckled and moved so she was resting over my body. Looking down at me, Aunt Pearl smiled. “Do you know who my first lover was?”I shook my head, bemused by the question.“My father,” she whispered before kissing my mouth. “I’ve done this before. You’re not the first in the family I’ve had inside me.”I gawked for a few seconds, then gasped, “Your father?”Aunt Pearl held my eyes with hers while she nodded. “Mm-hmm, my father…”She paused, gazing at me.Then Aunt Pearl said, “You know who else?”“No,” I said, although I had an inkling about what she was going to say.“Both my brothers,” sighed my aunt. “Your father,” she added.The shock of it numbed me. All I could do was lie there and gawk at my aunt.“Your mother and I have an … understanding,” she said. “We’re very close friends,” she went on through her smirk.END***It’s been a couple of weeks, so here’s a quick one I put together today.Errors are likely in the text. It’s largely unchecked. As usual, I’m up against a timetable. There are other projects ongoing, but I wanted to put something up here today.I hope you enjoyed the scene, any mistakes notwithstanding.Thanks for reading. Feedback is appreciated.Ricky – Cambs, England – 9th September 2019.
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