looking after herself. Aunt

As a teen, I spent many a year holidaying at my Aunt Sue’s. Not all year, but a week here and there, usually over our hot Summer months around Christmas. Aunt Sue was my Mom’s elder s****r, and had always been my favourite....I guess it was because she used to refer to me as “her little man”.
Hello, my name is Timothy, or Timmy as my Aunt liked to call me.
Aunt Sue was widowed; U. Jim had passed away at an early age, electrified at his work. Aunt Sue never really recovered all too well, not even bothering to try the open field again. My visits, at Mom’s encouragement, were, more or less to keep tabs on her, ensure she was looking after herself.

Aunt Sue was always quite open around her house, happy that I would come and visit, always willing to be a shoulder if I needed it. She would often get around in just an open, loose summer night gown, over her lacy summer nightie. It was never a big deal to me, and something I barely noticed till a few years had transpired....

That was when I first discovered girls......I began buying the soft core porn mags of the time, usually filled with gorgeous babes with ample breasts and glorious hairy bushes. This was back in the days when hair down there was the norm, and a young (u******e at that time) guy could buy “soft core” mags at the local service station...

I had smuggled a couple into my over night bag whilst packing at home, hoping Mom didn’t walk in my room at the wrong time....thinking it would give me something to jerk off at while visiting Aunt Sue. Jerking off was a favourite pastime I had been enjoying for a while. Not an exhibitionist by any means, but I nearly got busted by Mom on several occasions...The only person (female) to ever get a glimpse of my young manhood was our beautiful neighbour. She caught me one day sitting at my desk fantasizing about her of all things...She had paused at the railing of her balcony, some 100 metres away and ogled me for about 10 minutes, till I blew.

Though I try not to show it, keeping my tool under cover is tough......see, I was gifted with a pretty large tool. Flaccid, it hangs around 6 and a half inches, when fully boned up, I measure an incredible 10 and a half. More than a young guy should have to grow up with, and for many years I actually did not like going into showers within a group, like football or any sport type things. It was just too embarrassing.....So, I kept to myself, happy to give it a workout when ever time allowed, being ever so cautious not to let Mom catch me. My neighbour spotting me gave me a new outlet though, so I found out.......

On arrival at Aunt Sue’s, she showed me to my room, the same room I had stayed in year after year....She had recently had the old beach house done up. A fresh coat of paint really did wonders to the place. My room, even had a new bed.....a single bed no less, but it really added to the new “feel” the place exuded. I dumped my stuff on the bed and followed Aunt Sue out to the kitchen. She had prepared for a cuppa by boiling the kettle. I sat at the new glass top dining table and waited eagerly. Aunt Sue soon followed carrying a fresh cuppa for us both. We sat and chatted, catching up on what me and Mom had been up to. How’s school going, how is my stamp collecting going (she had some new stamps for me)...How is Mom liking her new job? It was all friendly chit chat until she pipes out with, “Do you have a girlfriend yet?
I think she was shocked (?) when I answered “No”. Bowing my head in mock shame.

“I haven’t really thought that much about girls” I lied.....
“Well then, young Jenny Smith next door is still available”, “She is such a sweet k**, would you like me to ask her Mom if she can come over and see you?”
“No no, that’s ok” I blurted out. My mind was buzzing......
“It’s just that......young girls don’t interest me that much” I told her.
“Oh darling, you aren’t bending the other way are you?”........Sweet fuck, my aunt now thinks I’m gay!
“No” I told her, “It’s just that, young girls, well.....they’re just too girly, if you know what I mean”
Oh yes, I think she was on my page then. “Would you just like Mrs Smith to come over then?” Aunt Sue asked, a small grin appearing. We both laughed out loud.

We finished our cuppa and continued about as usual. I went outside to explore the garden, Aunt Sue busied herself cleaning and general tidying up around the home.
When I went back inside, Aunt Sue was bending over the side of the couch picking up the TV guide. The hem of her short night coat stretched up over her bum exposing the back of her shapely thighs to me. I caught a glimpse of hair protruding from beneath her panties. Wow, that was something only ever seen in my magazines, now it was in front of me.....in the flesh. As you may imagine, I wooded up straight away.
I carefully walked passed behind without Aunt Sue hearing, straight to my bag of girlie mags. Then I made a dash for the toilet. I had to get some relief. Before I hit even 12 strokes, I blasted a good volley of shots straight into the bowl. Or so I thought.......Seems I missed the first two blasts, landing on the floor beside the bowl while I still had my eyes closed......oops.

And yes, A. Sue found it. The next morning as I was making my way to the kitchen, I glanced into the open toilet/bathroom door and saw A. Sue down on hands and knees, cleaning my mess. Sensing me behind her, she swung around and propped with her arms on one knee, saying, “Hi honey, I’m not sure what got spilt here, but it’s terribly gooey...””Give me a moment and I’ll get some brekkie going”. Her robe had fallen open allowing a great frontal view of her white lacy panties, a huge black triangle lay beneath.....Oh shit, it’s getting hard again......I retreated to the kitchen, Aunt Sue was close behind saying “Do you still prefer cream on your cereal?”.....
As we sat, I could easily see her exposed panties through the clear table top. I tried my hardest not to look, as I knew she would surely notice if I got a hint of a boner.
As we talked some more, Sue raised one leg, she was checking her toes....the toenails needed repainting I guessed? She rested her foot on the edge of the chair, this exposed her thighs in a fairly obvious, open way. There was an abundance of hair spilling from the edges of her panties. I was fixated.........Aunt Sue knew exactly what she was doing, and appeared to not be concerned that I was right there. I let my bulge grow, trying to push the scene as far as I dared....Now, at three quarter hard, my cock was very easy to see, resting down the inside leg of my boxers, the skin covered tip just poking his head out. I gave it a twitch; it felt like a lurch and throbbed. A small amount of pre-cum oozed out and fell to the chair I was seated at. I watched intently as Aunt Sue ever so slightly, adjusted her head and gaze. Her mouth was open.
Not a word was spoken; Aunt Sue just got up and retreated to her room.

Oh fuck! Just great dickhead...Now you’ve gone and spoiled everything with Aunt Sue. I could not believe I was so dumb. I got up to follow her, wanting to apologise for my gross act of exuberance......As I neared her bedroom door, her muffled groans were easy to hear. Oh my God, she was masturbating....My mind raced, imagining her thrusting her fingers into her hairy cunt. Rubbing her giant clit til it was sore, my boner was yelling at me for more relief, so I made a quick walk for the toilet again.
This time I made sure I didn’t miss, and shot way more than I ever had. Well, my aim wasn’t perfect, but I saw it myself this time and cleaned up.

The “incident” was never talked of and we both carried on like we had in the passed. Next morning, as we sat having toast, Aunt Sue let her robe fall to the sides again, giving me another chance to ogle her panties and bush. Wow, she is either not realising, or she is happy for me to check her out, I thought the latter was more like it..

I decided to get in first today, excusing myself from the table, “toilet time approaches” I said, really in need of a pee. I was still soft which was good in my eyes. I went to my room to get a mag (something to blow into) and noticed one laying beside my bed? I know I hadn’t left it there.......Aunt Sue must’ve found it and left it there, so I “would know, that she knew”...........My cock stirred.
I went to the toilet and purposely left the door ajar. I had a good stream going, waving from side to side, hearing it echo in and out of the water made me chuckle. As I was finishing up, a few healthy “shakes” felt good, so good that I began to firm up. My mind raced, filled with thoughts of Aunt Sue masturbating the other morning. Pacing myself, I wanted this to last....hoping, wishing for my aunt to “walk in”......
I heard a faint knock on the slightly ajar door, with a “Honey, are you in there?” from Aunt Sue, as she was pushing it open...Not knock, then enter.....
From the doorway, Aunt Sue got a great look at my fully bloated cock, just as I turned, a HUGE gusher of cum flying all over the place.
Fainting embarrassment, I stammered a feeble “Oh shit, sorry Aunt Sue”
A couple of blasts covered the 2 metres between us and hit her knee and shin. One even got the hem of her nightie.
She apologized for just barging in and retreated. She was wiping her leg as she left.

Later that morning, after what seemed like an eternity, Aunt Sue come into the lounge room where I was sitting, just glancing through the TV guide. She had changed into a loose T-shirt and a tiny pair of cut-off jean shorts, way before Daisy Duke made them famous.
She sat in the chair opposite and crossed her legs.
She said, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, exposing that.... thing, to your old Aunt?”
“And I have seen those magazines you read, you dirty little brat”
“What have you got to say for yourself? I should tell your Mother”

As that last question rolled off her tongue, Aunt Sue uncrossed her legs and slid forward in the chair. Sitting with her legs slightly parted, she then reclined back, making her hips extend towards me. Her legs opened wider......The shorts were that short, hair from her cunt was visible to me, as she was no more than 4 feet away.
Lots of hair......My gaze was fixed.
“Do you fantasize of something like this?” she said, moving her hand down to her crotch. Gently she manoeuvred two fingers into her shorts leg. I could see the outer folds of skin as she probed deeper.
“Take it out and show me how you stroke it please Timmy”
Like.....What? Did I just hear that right, or was I in a state of drowsiness...

“Take it out.......please” came the request again, jogging me out of my daze.
I obliged, my still flaccid cock (in shock I think) hung loosely down my inner leg. My heavy ball sack resting easily on the chair, I pushed my shorts right down, not wanting Aunt Sue to miss a thing.
I began slowly stroking my soft cock, stretching it, massaging it to life. Aunt Sue was caressing her breasts, nipples aching for release. Her breathing was shallow, barely audible at all. As I started to grow, pre-cum oozing from the tip, a soft murmur escaped her lips. With her free hand, she undone the button on her shorts, pushed them down, giving a better view of the faint hair trail leading up to her naval.
I began stroking harder, almost molesting my poor cock, it responded by fulfilling its mighty 10 and a half inches with ease. Fuck, today I think it might be eleven......

Aunt Sue got up from her chair, stepped towards me and pushed her shorts and panties all the way down, then stepped out of them. She had raided her top up over her ample bosom as well, nipples standing a good 15mm tall. Sweet fuck, I was gonna die......
She stood above me, gently lowering her body she said, “This never happened, ok?”
I held my breath as her glorious hair covered cunt come into contact with my swollen head. It gently pieced her lips, struggling to get inside, this, despite how wet she felt.
“Oh shit” she gasped, her head sinking to my shoulder. “No, no I can’t”.....
“You’re just too big, and I’ve had nothing but my fingers inside for years...” she trailed off.
It was too late for me, I placed my hands on her hips and gently pulled down. Under protest, Aunt Sue let me get the first two inches in. Fuck, she was tight. Sue slipped a hand down, trying to stimulate some more of her own juice, even with my cock now pumping copious amounts of pre-cum, she was still struggling...
Soon, something gave, and she slipped down a bit more, now with nearly half my cock inside. She had come, ever so gently, but it was enough to get the juice flowing.
Sue said, “Oh my God, that’s still only half way”, as she looked down.

It was ok by me, at least I had some good pressure along a good part of my shaft now, and I began thrusting up, in and out, watching my cock penetrate my Aunt. Sue was going crazy, flailing her head around, working vigorously at her enlarged clit, getting wetter and wetter the longer we went. Again she wailed” Fuck, I’m coming again”.
This time she produced a good shower of juice, a woman’s cum shot if you will...
I couldn’t believe it, Aunt Sue had squirted! Squirted all over me.
While she was still writhing, still cumming, I pulled out and treated her to a massive blast. I blew it up het tummy, covered her glorious hairy cunt, plastered her face and forehead, and managed to fuck a good deal of new carpet.

I think the new carpet was what broke her. She explained how much it had cost and that I’d be spending many long summers here, doing odd jobs and chores for her, in an attempt to pay her back.

Punishment? You be the judge.

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