I stepped into the tub behind her and straddled her butt as I sat down. I saw no reason to hesitate so I buried my mouth in the area where her neck and her shoulder met, and gently cupped a tit in each hand. I squeezed and she moaned.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “I think I just had a baby orgasm.”
“Not to worry,” I mumbled against her neck. “I’m sure you have many more stored up, right?”
“Thousands,” she whispered as she pressed her back against my cock.
“Pull your lower legs beneath you and raise your butt a little,” I said softly. Without question she did my bidding. I slid my pulsating shaft along the crack of her ass until I reached the gateway to glory. She sounded the trumpet, and I entered. Either because of shock or plain old burning desire she buried my cock in her pussy as far as it would go. She was trembling as she did so, but she went so far as to grind her butt against my cock once it was properly seated.
She was still holding my hands against her boobs mightily, but she managed to twist her head around and bury her mouth over mine. When her tongue darted between my lips and deep into my mouth, I was powerless to stop the surging orgasm that racked my body. I banged my body against hers, and in all the hysteria I am sure I detected Mom experiencing a sexual gala of her own.
We sat for a considerable length of time in the hot soapy water basking in the utter bliss of total sexual satisfaction. I was massaging her beautiful tits leisurely, and she had worked her hands between our bodies where she found my limp pecker. With skillful manipulation she was bringing that dead soldier back to life again. I was all in favor of her efforts.
After a while her fondling had renewed the desire in my pecker. I had freed one hand from her breast and commenced to titillate her valley of desire. Together I honestly believe our body heat was keeping the bath water at a respectable temperature. I know for a fact that the two of us were as hot as firecrackers at a Fourth of July celebration.
Mom had Lazarus rearing to go, and the massage I had given her clitoris had her ready for anything – or I certainly hope it did. With her full cooperation I maneuvered her into a modified all fours position bringing her ass barely out of the bath water and her hands clutching the hardware at the front of the tub. I found her bottle of liquid soap in the rack, and squeezed a generous amount in the crack of her ass. She giggled.
“That tickles,” she cried.
“Just hang on,” I said as I worked the gel around and into her asshole. I pumped two slick fingers into her rear door and worked them around.
“Oooh,” she moaned, “I like that, baby. Do it some more.”
I did as she asked and I also added a third finger.
“Oh my,” she gasped. “That certainly filled me up. I’ve never had anything bigger than my doctor’s finger in there, but I like the way you do it better.” Her breathing was noticeably heavier now, and she grunted from time to time as I worked my fingers.
“You’re going to like this much better,” I whispered in her ear as I leaned forward to get the liquid soap again. I coated my raging cock with this soapy lubricant, and gently slid my rod into her tiny asshole.
“Oh my God!” she shouted as she felt my tool entering her back door. “Ouch, oh shit,” she cried as my manhood eased deeper into her. “Oh baby,” she gasped, “that hurts. Maybe we should stop.”
“It will sting for a little while, but then you will really like it. Trust me,” I said. I eased my cock deeper into her rear, and while doing so I leaned against her body, reached around and cupped her breasts with my soapy hands and began to massage them as I eased in and out of her ass.
I heard her whimper a couple of more times, and then I felt her working her ass against my body as I pumped in and out.
“God, I feel so full. You’re so big.” She was developing a rhythm now, and I felt her butt press against me each time I sank my cock deep into her.
“You’re unbelievably tight this way, Mom. This will make me come faster.” I stroked forward again as I spoke.
“Don’t hurry on my account,” she managed between her gasps and groans. “I’m beginning to like this in spite of the pain.”
“Watch. I’ll make it even better.” With that I removed my hand from one of her breasts and placed it on her clitoris. I began to massage vigorously. The muscles around her colon immediately responded to this new stimulation and in turn brought new arousal to my manhood. I pumped more enthusiastically and so did she.
There was no denying the arrival of our orgasms. We both tossed and turned exhibiting raw passion and unbridled sexual release until the last quiver of our orgasms had subsided.
After we regained our composure somewhat, Mom slipped off of my shrinking cock and turned to face me. She kissed me passionately but with loving tenderness for a long, long time.
“I guess I’d better clean you up a little, huh?” she said.
“Yeah, and I still have to wash your back, don’t I?”
I spent that night in her bed room, but I’ll tell you about that later.
Oh yeah, my old man is a fool, but I’m glad he left.
thk u bro AD69 for upz me…….
will continue 2 keep d stories goin.
however, after scannin thru most of d stories, ter seems 2 b sum strange ending in sum of d stories.
wat i mean is, d built-up is good, foreplayin is wonderful (mixin sum guy’s & gal’s emotion 2gether) but as d readin went on, eventually NO FJ or jz end up huggin each other onli.
wonderin whether izzit d gal’s feelin portion of it?????
like d next story which i’m goin 2 writ.
bros, plse b patience as work is catchin up wif me fast……
if any comments, do feel free to voice.
(regardless good or no good, it’s a free world of opinions, no need 2 b personal)
Not So Innocent Glances
He had never looked at his aunt Rosita in that way. After all, she was his aunt, and had he had always treated family as family. That’s how it started, one evening, with his uncle away, Blue Velvet on television, and only the company of his aunt on the living room sofa.
No. That strictly isn’t true. Edrin had woken up to the idea of his aunt as a sexual creature by chance. He had spotted a strange tin foil drug dispenser in the waste basket by his aunts work desk. He picked it up in front of his aunt, and asked her what it was. In a rather embarrassed tone, his aunt had avoided his questions and changed the subject. It was her Pill case, now empty, and the young teenager knew enough not to actively pursue the point right there and then and embarrass her further.
But, at that instant, he saw her in his mind, writhing on a bed, as his uncle thrust into her. Her face contorted in passion, begging for more. More importantly, he could picture her enjoying sex itself, something he had never associated with his aunt. It might be very naïve, but in a lot of ways, Edrin was quite innocent. After all, she was his aunt.
The same aunt who grimaced with distaste at any mention of sexual behaviour on television. She had always maintained this aloof, cold and distant persona. Now, she looked completely different to him, as if sex had made her somehow more real and personal to him.
Edrin lived with his aunt, uncle and his little cousin Paul. Aunt Rosita and his uncle Ike worked full time in the same office, in London. He was really their guest, staying on to finish his A-level exams. His own parents had left overseas leaving him in their care. They lived in an old 50’s terrace house in the suburbs. One main living room, a small kitchen, three bedrooms and a bathroom. Everyday, he got up, had breakfast, and walked to college with his cousin, who went on a bit further to the adjacent primary school. His aunt and uncle left for work by car and hour earlier, to beat the morning rush.
Despite his Asian background, Edrin was a broad shouldered 6 ft, brown eyed 18 year old who had adopted the height and size of the men on his father’s side who were half Dutch-half Malay. His aunt, his father’s youngest sister, was a petite 5 ft 6in raven haired woman of 28. She was slim and long legged, but Edrin never really saw her legs, she was always wearing long sarongs or shapeless tracksuit bottoms in the house. His uncle was a typically Asian, short and skinny and usually quite bad tempered.
He had never been that close to his aunt and uncle. Their relationship was polite and courteous but Edrin quickly found himself missing his own family and their own special warmth.
He kept himself busy with his studies, books and friends. A lot of time was spent alone in his room, with his books and music. His aunt and uncle had the room adjacent and Paul stayed in the small room. The house was small, but comfortable. Of course, privacy was at a premium.
Thus life continued in the same fashion until the incident with the trash basket. In that instant, he was able to look at his aunt in a different way. It seemed as if a door had been opened to him, and all the thoughts that were coming through were irresistible. He found himself thinking of his aunt all the time, obsessed with the way her small round breasts moved underneath her thin t-shirts. When he walked behind her as she climbed the stairs, he found himself mesmerised by her shapely full hips and buttocks and their natural sway. He was in a daze for a whole week when he actually saw her bra through a thin white blouse.
He was a shy teen, who really never understood the girls around him, and found himself shocked, and feeling very guilty about the new emotions that his aunt had aroused in him. Of course, he had fantasized all the time about women, but here he found himself in daily close proximity to someone he desperately craved. So near yet so far.
In the small house, walking around physically aroused was something he was finding increasingly hard to hide. His aunt’s physical presence caused an undeniable reaction. It would start with the palpitations as his mind flashed with lewd images, his heart racing and sweat breaking out. Then, his penis thickened and hardened in the sweatpants he normally wore indoors. He was on edge, part of him wanted to show her his huge arousal, and the ‘good boy’ guilty conscience was chastising him always. He was being torn apart by the conflicting emotions within him and his irritable mood was showing it. As time went on, his relationship with his aunt and uncle began to grow cooler and more distant as he fought with himself.
The ‘bad guys’ were winning the battle.
He found himself studying her small slim frame, noticing the small details like the small size of her wrists, her small full mouth and the languid movements of her hips when she walked. He loved the idea of her small rounded breasts being completely covered by his big hands. He was obsessed with measuring her physical features and comparing them to him. He was big boy, in more ways than one, but his natural shyness gave him an insecurity regarding his own physical appearance. He was good looking, strong and quite attractive, when he bothered to impress.
One day, he sat down next to his aunt on the sofa. He had been reading a paperback novel and was using his long ruler to mark the pages of the horror novel. Putting it down by his side, next to his aunt’s thigh on the sofa, he glanced down at the foot long ruler sticking out of the book, and was transfixed when he realised the ruler could easily fill her belly. She was that petite and he knew that his own lengthy manhood, although not a foot long, would be more than enough to bottom out inside her.
His aunt then added to his delirium by picking up the book to flick through it, removing the ruler and tapping it against her hand as she browsed. His eyes were fixed on her wrists, and he gasped audibly. Her wrists were so small, and now, he knew for certain that the engorged thickness of his cock was as thick as her thin wrists.
He got up clumsily; making excuses, for the erection forming in his thin pants could not be hidden. He rushed upstairs, but noticed the way his aunt glanced at the thick lump at his crotch and then looked away again quickly. He was glad that his uncle and cousin were out in the garden at the time. In his room, he locked the door, took off his pants and only after a couple of strokes, blasted off to a mind blowing orgasm that left him shaken, panting and still big and thick.
There was a knock at the door.
“Edrin, are you ok? You rushed up very suddenly?”
“I’m f-fine auntie,” he replied in a tremulous voice, rushing to wipe himself with a towel and hastily slipping on his sweatpants.
He slowly unlocked and opened the door partially, leaning out halfway behind the door. His aunt glanced down again, looked elsewhere just as quick.
“I was worried… are you ok?” his aunt asked.
“Yes auntie, I think I’m coming down with a migraine.” he replied.
“Oh. OK. There’s panadol downstairs ok? “, she said, concerned.
He knew now that he was large enough to satisfy her, and in his inexperienced mindset, this gave him more confidence. He had crossed a line, family or not he wanted her no matter what the cost. Perhaps.
In the days to come, he tried to engage her in lewd conversation. His attempts at seduction were laughable. Walking around with a lump in his pants did not seem to do the trick. His aunt still was distant most of the time, but he made an active effort to engage her in conversation, and he found that little praises here and there seemed to be warming her to him.
Edrin remained confused as to how she felt about him. There appeared to be nothing in her actions or words that suggested the slightest bit of sexual feeling towards him or an acknowledgement of his own arousal. Again he was torn between wanting to make his arousal obvious to her, and the repercussions of that act.
Part of his mind began to think back to seemingly innocent events a year earlier when he was with his own family. His aunt and uncle were regular visitors to his house. On one occasion, he had woken up from an afternoon nap, walked downstairs and found his aunt in the dining room doorway, picking up some bags she left by the door.
She apparently was about to leave and was unaware of her large nephew walking up behind her, trying to walk past her. She was stooped forward, bent at the waist, blocking most of the doorway, so Edrin innocently enough slid behind her. Unfortunately, he couldn’t fit past her, so he put his hands on aunt Rosita’s hips to steer her aside. His crotch slid against the curve of her full firm ass, and she looked back, startled by the intimate contact. There was a strange look in her eyes as she stared at him. His crotch began to tingle with the heat of her ass, and he mumbled his apologies to her. He turned away quickly, eager to hide his burgeoning erection.
It was funny how he had failed to see the sexual connotations of that incident. As Edrin mulled over this incident, that event had explained another one that occurred a day or two later.
Again, he had been taking a nap in his room, the door left partially ajar. He had in fact woken up and was lying in an erotic haze, fantasizing of anything and everything, when he heard his aunt walk up the stairs towards the toilet. He heard his mother call out,
“Rosita, wake up the boys, its time for tea!”.
“OK,” replied aunt Rosita.
Pretending to be asleep, he heard his aunt softly call out through the doorway for him. Hearing no reply, she walked in slowly into the room and just stood there, by the side of the bed. He slowly looked out of the corner of his eye, obscured partially by his hand, carelessly thrown across his face, at his aunt. She stood, staring at his crotch, where his thickened cock bulged. She seemed transfixed for a while, then caught herself and looked away. She seemed to collect herself before shaking him gently awake.
At the time, he didn’t realise she was staring at his member, and was genuinely puzzled as to her behaviour.
It all seemed to make sense now, his aunt did seem to want him, but was battling her own desires too. Could he make a move?
End of
Not So Innocent Glances - Part 1
Not So Innocent Glances Ch. 02
Continued from part 1.
Disclaimer: chapter one was meant to build up the story and tease. This chapter continues to tease but if you take it slow, I think it’s well worth it - Author
Making a move was problematic. Edrin was a shy 18 year old who had never been that confident of himself. To him, before he could make any overt moves on his beautiful aunt Rosita, he had to convince himself that there was a mutual spark of attraction. He needed to know himself that she wanted him too, even just a little.
You would have thought that the events of the previous year were proof enough of his auntie’s desire for him, but doubt began to set in. What if she changed her mind…or it had just been a one off thing.
Strangely enough, the last few days had been spent fantasizing of the events last year. Each time he thought of her, he replayed those scenarios, each time a little differently. For example, in one occurrence, as he approached his aunt from behind, he was already hard. The huge tent in his sweatpants pushing hard into the cleft of her buttocks as he tried in vain to slip past his aunt in the narrow door way. She was unmistakably aware of his arousal. In this scenario, she gasped, looked back at him and he looked straight into her eyes before asking,
“Sorry aunt Rosita, it looks like I’m just too big for you.”
His words seemingly innocent, but his eyes would bore into her. The context and tone of his voice would conjure just the slightest grain of doubt in his aunt’s mind. Then, he would leave her before she could respond, but nonchalantly, letting her see the obvious and huge hard cock he had. In this scenario, she was the one who was flustered.
Similarly, the event in his bedroom was re-created. This time, as his aunt stood silently by his bed, staring at his crotch as he pretended to sleep, he put on a show for her. Stroking his cock to full hardness until it jutted from his open fly of his pyjama pants, she would stand there transfixed, convinced that her nephew was having an erotic dream. Her gasp as she took eye took on the visual size of her nephew would ‘awaken’ him, and he would open his eyes, meet her startled gaze directly, steadily. His hand wrapped around his the base of his thickness would wave the swollen tube at her like a flag.
“So, aunt Rosita… Is it too big for you?” he would ask.
All these fantasies would of course lead to Edrin and his aunt ending up in bed together after some fashion.
Edrin cursed himself for being such a fool. Why didn’t he see all that a year ago? Deep down, he knew that if he had a chance to relive those moments again, chances are he would never be bold enough to try it out in real life. Or something would happen to screw things up and Edrin would just end up humiliated. Edrin mused that the beauty of fantasies was that anything could happen.
However, he had a real problem to tackle now, right here in real life: How to get a positive, undeniable sexual response from his aunt. It’s not as easy as it seems, especially when you’re a shy, inexperienced 18 yr old armed with nothing but a big hard on. He had tried that direct approach, but all that seemed to arouse in his aunt was a sense of unease. Edrin was young, but he was pretty sure that the path to seducing a woman did not begin with making her anxious.
His attempts at talking to her, giving little flirtations were poor, but making better headway. She did seemed to warm to him when he took an interest in her affairs at work, the clothes she liked and her other tastes.
Unfortunately, the knowledge that his aunt had responded visually to his size had triggered an exhibitionist streak in Edrin that he never knew he had. So, even as Edrin made progress by flirting with his aunt, it seemed he took a step backward each time he felt compelled to make his erection and arousal obvious.
It gave him a thrill to know that she was aware of his arousal. That he could do it blatantly, or near enough anyway, whilst in the same house as her husband. However, that added to the thrill of showing himself off. He could never bring the courage to show off a full on erection. That would be too obvious and Edrin lived in partial fear that she would complain then to his uncle Ike. An enraged husband was not to be trifled with, even if was a short and physically unimpressive. At his worst, his uncle could complain to his parents and he would be kicked out.
Edrin was careful to just make it almost obvious that he sported a big thick lump in his crotch whenever she was near.
Thus after 3 weeks of the endless cycle of engaging his aunt, flirting and then throwing away all progress by making her uncomfortable, Edrin felt he was still at square one. He decided to cool off, and keep his exposure minimal.
Time passed. Uncle Ike found himself having to rush up north on an unexpected business trip for the company. It meant going away for the better part of a week, leaving Edrin alone with his aunt and cousin. As he watched uncle Ike leave from the window, he was only partially excited. His uncle’s absence was an invitation to try again with his aunt, but he decided to wait and see. Also, that week, he had some mock exams to tackle and was already under pressure to pull up some grades in one subject.
On the day of the paper, Edrin woke up at 10am. The exam started at 9.45, 15 minutes ago! He had forgotten to switch the alarm clock on, so he bolted out of bed in a great rush, still wearing his pyjama bottoms and a long baggy, white t-shirt that went down to his thighs.
Grabbing his towel, he ran out of his room to quickly brush his teeth and wash up a little only to be stopped dead in his tracks in the bathroom doorway.
Aunt Rosita had left the door partially opened after her shower, thinking that Edrin had already left for school early. She was about to finish by brushing her teeth when he bolted in.
“Oh! Sorry Aunty, I didn’t know you were here!” he exclaimed.
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at work already?” he asked.
His aunt facing him said, “I have a half-day today. A few other chores to do elsewhere. I thought you had gone to school?”
“I’m very, very late! An exam started 15 minutes ago, so can I go first please?” he said.
“Oh, I’m just going to brush my teeth ok?” she said.
Languidly, she turned back to the sink to start brushing her teeth. She was silhouetted against the morning sunlight streaming through the window in the small, cramped bathroom. Edrin stood a pace or two behind her, by the doorway. The bath/shower lay on his right.
Edrin was now aware that his aunt was wearing a towel, wrapped around her slim frame. The pink, thin towel she wore covered the top of her small round breasts, just under her armpits and came down to just beneath her buttocks. A large expanse of the back of her mocha thighs and long, toned legs was visible.
Edrin’s cock throbbed. He had lost some of his morning hardness when he realised how late he was, yet thick cock was growing down the leg of his left pyjama bottom as he took on the sight of his gorgeous aunt from behind. This was the sexiest and revealing appearance she had ever presented to him.
On her right, by the sink lay a pile of her clothes that she had taken earlier. Her sarong, bra, t-shirt and panties.
Edrin’s cock lurched in his pants. She was naked! Underneath that towel, his sexy aunt was completely naked! His heart missed a beat; his breathing stopped, and then became ragged as the blood raced to his groin. His cock was now obscenely erect, it jutted a mile in front of him, straining past the piss slit of his pyjama pants and out into the open. Thankfully, the baggy t-shirt he wore constrained his arousal to the naked eye, but even then, his hugeness strained at the thin white fabric.
Anyway, Edrin was too transfixed by the visual and mental image in front of him to react by covering himself up. His left hand dangled uselessly by his side, still clutching his towel.
His right hand strayed automatically forward to squeeze the swollen cock head which was already showing stains of pre-cum against the t-shirt fabric.
His aunt turned partially backwards, her mouth still full of toothpaste suds. She was about to tell him she was done when she became aware of the open mouth stare that her nephew had. That and the huge tent in his crotch. The massively erect cock strained the huge swollen cock head against the thin white fabric of his t-shirt. It pulsed in time to the hammering of Edrin’s heart.
“Oh God! He’s so big!” she thought, transfixed. She could not clearly see the shaft but the visible tenting alluded as to its proportions. All she could see was the swollen cock head, practically naked to her eye against his t-shirt. The broad thickness of the blunt monster and the deep flanged head pulsed angrily at her.
“He has to be twice as long as Ike’s! It’s so thick!” she thought. Her mind was racing along with her heart as she stared at the sight of her nephew. She already knew he was a big boy, but never had she seen him this obviously erect and huge!
She managed to tear her gaze away, catching herself. Aware of the heat in her pussy as lewd thoughts began to form in her mind. She stopped herself mentally, and physically turned her back to him. She froze, toothbrush still in her mouth, gaze and body fixed forward towards the window rigidly, away from her jutting nephew behind her. She tried to collect her thoughts.
Edrin was aghast. Before he thought to cover himself, his aunt had surprised him by turning around. Now he knew she had seen him fully engorged, and had been dumbstruck at the site. He froze when she stared, but took the opportunity when she turned her back to him to drape the towel over the offending organ. He noticed the long stare she had given him down there, and then the way she froze, facing forward, her shoulders hunched up and rigid, still in shock.
“Oh God! I’m in trouble now!” he thought. He had never let her see how obviously aroused he was before.
Before he could say or do anything, he saw his aunt’s shoulders relax and she let out an audible breath. A few moments of silence passed before his aunt began to resume brushing her teeth. She spat out into the basin with her back still to him. Then,
“I’m finished now. I-I’m just going to rinse. Then…it’s all yours, Edrin” she said, a hint of a tremor in her soft voice.
Edrin was still too nervous to talk. Despite this, the brushing of his rough towel against his cock kept him almost fully hard. He just stood there, exams, and everything else out of his mind. Everything hinged on how she would take it. He had to see her face to get an idea of how she would react overall.
Then, aunt Rosita bent forward to rinse her mouth. She did so by taking a small step back, then languidly leaning all the way down into the basin with her legs slightly spread apart and her firm ass waving in the air towards him.
Again, Edrin’s breath stopped as his aunt’s slow movement forward caused the globes of her firm ass to be projected towards him. Then the towel began to ride up her the back of her thighs as she leant forward, until the lower half of that beautiful ass was fully visible to him. The dark valley of her cleft was obscured by shadow, tantalisingly, but the reflected light from the shower stall partly illuminated the glistening mound and the dark fuzz that covered it.
Edrin couldn’t think. His cock was instantly back to its full proportions, again pulsing angrily in front of him. He could have hung the towel on his erection; he had never been more aroused in his life. He stood there, his very being seemed to be centred at the tip of his erection. The lust and desire to ram his cock into her inviting pussy mound was causing him to tremble.
His aunt was taking her time rinsing her mouth, bent at the basin. Seemingly unaware what her nephew was seeing. She stopped only to glance towards him over her shoulder, not exactly looking at him, but sideways and said,
“If you’re in a big hurry, you might want to start by brushing your teeth…”
His aunt left the sentence hanging. He realised that his toothbrush lay in the tumbler by the basin, on his aunt’s left. Still acting mechanically he approached his aunt’s proffered ass stopping just short of touch behind her. His towel still in front of him, shielding his crotch. She made no movement to move aside to let him reach for his toothbrush, and he realised then what an opportunity this was. His towel dropped from his hand and he positioned his groin right behind his aunt’s ass. He made a show of trying to lean over her, his hand trying to reach for the toothbrush.
His aunt froze as she became aware of Edrin’s hand by the side of the basin, by her head. She waited for his first touch, knowing all too well what he must be seeing behind her. Her heart was racing, her mind fluttering. She was so wet; she was starting to trickle down the inside of her thigh. Never had she been this aroused, and he had yet to touch her!