Fucking My Aunt
Back in my early teens I had an experience involving my Aunt Mary which I shall never forget. She is only four years older than I am and was not unattractive. Not that you tend to look at your Aunts that way even if they are so close to your age; not to begin with anyway.
My Mum and Dad both worked full time and from a very young age I lived with my Nan and Grandad during the week and spent weekends at home. This arrangement continued well after my brother was born because they didn’t want to interrupt my schooling. Uncle Harry, Aunt Annie and Aunt Mary all lived with us too.
For a short time Aunt Mary and I went to the same school; she of course left school before I did and began training to be a hairdresser. It was at school that I first noticed her in a different light; all girls in those days would have to do their PE wearing dark green or navy blue knickers and a polo shirt. I found this very arousing particularly when I got to see some of the older girls and indeed when I got to see Aunt Mary running around the gym wearing this fine sports kit.
I found myself fantasising about her and sometimes when I was alone; I took a pair of her knickers out of the washing basket and put them on while I masturbated. I loved the feel of them.
Anyway; as I said she started training as a hairdresser and I had quite long curly hair; which was quite bushy I suppose. One day she suggested that I should allow her to practice a few techniques with my hair but I wasn’t sure that I wanted her messing about with me and disagreed to begin with. That was until she came over and whispered in my ear that we could do it upstairs and she would take off her knickers so that I could see her fanny as we called it in those days. The emotions that ran through me were incredible; beginning with shock that she had even suggested it and then trembling with the anticipation of it.
I agreed to be her guinea pig but couldn't wait and insisted that I got my reward first. We went upstairs to her room; I could feel my cock getting hard just thinking of it. She was wearing heels and a pleated skirt and her legs looked just fantastic. She told me to close the door and eagerly I agreed. She hitched up her skirt at the back and slid her knickers down to her shoes and stepped out of them. To think she was naked under that skirt. She sat on the bed and took hold of the hem of her skirt. Then she just lay back on the bed taking the skirt with her fully exposing her legs and of course her pussy.
Her snatch was so hairy and I could hardly contain myself. I knelt down on the floor in front of her. She bent her head round to look at me; “do you like my fanny? “ she asked. I was speechless. “is this the first fanny that you have seen?” she seemed surprised but pleased that she was my first “I’ve seen younger fannies with no hair but this is the first grown up fanny” “well, what do you think?” she asked. “Oh its beautiful” I stammered, still stunned by the wonderful feast my eyes were having “and so are your legs”. “Would you like to touch me?” she teased seemingly already aware that I was desperate. I needed no second invitation. I ran my hands all over her legs; they were so smooth. I wanted to kiss her skin but resisted, afraid that she might abort the sublime adventure that I was having. Hesitantly I moved my hand towards her pussy and ran my hand over her bushy mound. She made no move but just lay there with her eyes closed. My thumb slipped down between her legs, they parted very slightly and I could feel the folds of her pussy. “You are very naughty,” she said. “Oh sorry” I blurted and quickly withdrew. “I just said you are very naughty, I didn’t say you should stop,” she said staring seductively, almost menacingly at me. She opened her legs wider reaching down and rubbing herself. She parted her lips and started to move her finger over her clitoris in a circular motion. “This is what I like to do” she said, “it feels so good. Give me your hand” She took my thumb and started rubbing her clitoris with it. She moved her hand away and I was flying solo. She clearly liked this; she closed her eyes; opened her legs wider and started caressing her breasts through her jumper. I could feel my cock was leaking; wetting the inside of my pants.
Just then we heard someone coming up the stairs; Aunt Mary sat up with a start; stood up straightened her skirt and told me to sit next to the dressing table. There was a knock at the door she called out picking up a comb and brush and started running them through my hair. My Nan came through the door and was surprised to see me in there but readily accepted Aunt Mary’s story about me being her guinea pig. Fortunately she failed to spot Aunt Mary’s knickers lying on the floor by the bed.
Aunt Mary said that we should go downstairs but pointed out that she might want to practice again one day.
I couldn’t get to sleep very easily that night thinking about what I had seen and done and masturbated several times. I had so many visions and thoughts going through my head.
Days went by, weeks and months in fact and it was just like nothing had happened, we never spoke of our hairdressing session and Aunt Mary showed no more intimacy towards me than she had before. I kind of figured that our brief moment of pleasure we had together would remain our one and only one.
Then one weekend about 7 months later Aunt Mary and me were alone in the house; I hadn’t even considered that we were the only ones there but she apparently had. I was downstairs doing what I do best which is absolutely nothing; she was upstairs in her room.
It was quiet in the house so I had no trouble hearing her when she called down to me asking if we could try some more hairdressing. I said “OK” and when she moved away from the banister rail I danced a jig in the hall and then leapt up the stairs 3 or 4 at a time; I was up there in seconds. Her door was ajar when I arrived and I pushed it open. I was hoping and praying that we would enjoy a similar session to the last time and my eyes lit up when I caught sight of her.
She was wearing a lilac petticoat that had lace at the top cupping her breasts and a lacy frill around the bottom that stopped just above the knee. It clung to her body and I could see that she was wearing nothing underneath. Plus she was wearing the same high heels, which enhanced the shape of her gorgeous legs. I had never seen her looking so good and every bit of me was tingling. “What’s wrong?” she asked as I stood there gazing on her; I suppose my mouth must have been wide open at the wonder of what my eyes were feasting on. “Nothing is wrong” I said, “you just look fantastic”.
She had a Dansette record player and she loaded a small collection of singles on it; flicked the switch; it began its cycle and played the first record. It was a slow one and she asked me if I wanted to dance with her. I told her that I couldn’t dance but I would try.
I moved towards her and she put her arms around my shoulders. “Put your arms around me,” she said and I did so willingly. My hands were resting just above her hips and I was so tempted to slide my hands down and squeeze the cheeks of her ass but I declined. The soft silky feel of the material and the warmth of her body within were just exciting me beyond belief; my cock soon began to give the game away. “It feels like someone is excited” she said, “come over here I want to see your cock”.
She led me to the bed and sat down. “Take your T shirt off” she said as she undid my belt and my trousers and allowed them to slip down my legs. My pants remained where they were with my rigid cock holding them in place. “We had better let someone out” she said pulling my pants over my cock and down my legs; “step out of them” she said and I was suddenly naked except for my socks.
She took my cock in her hand and stroked it gently; her touch was electric. As she moved her arm one of the straps of her petticoat slid down from her shoulder, down her arm and left her breast exposed. It was just a perfect breast; I have handled her bras many times and I know that she wears a 36C but now I could see one of her gorgeous breasts. I reached for the other strap and slipped it from her shoulder; the petticoat top slid down to her waist and she was completely topless.
“Has anyone ever sucked your cock?” she asked and I replied “No” although this was strictly a lie; when I was 11 I persuaded Patsy Adams to put my cock in her mouth but it wasn’t a real blow job. Aunt Mary lowered her head towards my cock; she pulled back the foreskin placed her mouth over it and slid her lips over my glans. It was like I had arrived in heaven. After a few strokes back and forth with her mouth she sat up and cupped her breasts and pushed them around my cock; I started thrusting against them and she bent her head down to take the head of my cock in her mouth on each thrust.
Then she released her breasts; cupping and squeezing my balls as she took my cock full in her mouth again. It was all too much and I could not control myself; it probably only took seconds for me to start shooting my load. My groans told her that I was cumming and pulled her mouth away as I started to ejaculate. Some of it went in her mouth, some on her face and some on her petticoat.
“Oh dear” she said; “look what I have done now; and you have got your cum all over my petticoat. I can’t wear this now” and stood up allowing it to slide down her gorgeous legs. She too was now naked although she still had on her shoes; I hoped she would not taken them off. She stepped out of her petticoat and used it to wipe cum from her face. “It’s my turn now,” she said and she lay back down on the bed as she had before but spread her legs wide this time. She cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed them while pinching her hard nipples. Now I could fully see her pussy and I started to get hard again. “I want you to use your tongue this time; instead of your thumb” she urged and I was going to get my first ever taste of pussy.
I lowered my head towards her and kissed her; first on her pubic mound and worked my way down kissing every inch of her pussy; it was so wet and tasted good. I pushed my tongue between her lips and probed her warm inner depths. I withdrew my tongue pulled open the folds so that I could push my tongue straight into her hole and then peeled back the hood of her clitoris to lick and suck that too. She writhed beneath me with her breathing becoming more laboured and erratic.
“Stop” she yelled grabbing my head and pulling it towards her “I want you to fuck me” she said. I slid on top of her and she took my hard cock in her hand, pulling on it and guiding it towards her. She wrapped her legs around me pulling me towards her plunging my cock deep into her gaping cunt, which was so gloriously warm and wet. I began to thrust in and out of her; she forced my head down to her breasts encouraging me to suck on her nipples and even urging me to bite them.
Her body was twisting and writhing like a snake; she was panting and moaning; as was I, then she rolled slightly telling me to lie on my back. I did as I was told and she climbed on top of me; impaling herself on my rigid cock. She started pumping up and down and became very vocal again, it became too much for me to control again hearing her moaning and watching her gorgeous breasts bouncing up and down on top of me. Suddenly I was ejaculating again; filling her pussy as she panted on top of me.
She stopped; she fell down on top of me; her head on my shoulder and her hair d****d over my face; it smelled so good. She lay there for a moment and then slid off me, I reached down and touched her clitoris but she stopped me. “I’m OK” she said, I have already cum more than once” This kind of amazed me a little as I had not been able to last that long on either of my ejaculations; nor had I even been aware that she had cum at all despite all her vocal activity.
She laughed. “Why are you laughing” I asked. “Look at you she said, lying there naked and you still have your socks on” I was glad to see that she still had her shoes on and could still admire the gentle shapely taper of her legs. The Dansette record player had finished playing her selection of records, not that we had paid much attention to them. “We had better get cleaned up,” she said looking at her alarm clock “the others will start coming home soon”.
It was the best afternoon ever: I couldn’t believe that I had actually fucked my Aunt or so I thought. I found out some time later; indeed a long time later that Aunt Mary was not my Aunt. No one in my family has ever talked to me about it but my mother did tell my wife Judy and I got it from her. Can't believe that I had to get it from my wife
Apparently my Aunt Beryl got pregnant and because she wasn’t married when Mary was born she was adopted by my Nan and raised as Aunt Beryl’s sister not her daughter. I presume that Mary now knows the truth but we can only guess because we still never talk about. But my claim of fucking my Aunt has been blown because I was fucking my cousin instead.
My Mum and Dad both worked full time and from a very young age I lived with my Nan and Grandad during the week and spent weekends at home. This arrangement continued well after my brother was born because they didn’t want to interrupt my schooling. Uncle Harry, Aunt Annie and Aunt Mary all lived with us too.
For a short time Aunt Mary and I went to the same school; she of course left school before I did and began training to be a hairdresser. It was at school that I first noticed her in a different light; all girls in those days would have to do their PE wearing dark green or navy blue knickers and a polo shirt. I found this very arousing particularly when I got to see some of the older girls and indeed when I got to see Aunt Mary running around the gym wearing this fine sports kit.
I found myself fantasising about her and sometimes when I was alone; I took a pair of her knickers out of the washing basket and put them on while I masturbated. I loved the feel of them.
Anyway; as I said she started training as a hairdresser and I had quite long curly hair; which was quite bushy I suppose. One day she suggested that I should allow her to practice a few techniques with my hair but I wasn’t sure that I wanted her messing about with me and disagreed to begin with. That was until she came over and whispered in my ear that we could do it upstairs and she would take off her knickers so that I could see her fanny as we called it in those days. The emotions that ran through me were incredible; beginning with shock that she had even suggested it and then trembling with the anticipation of it.
I agreed to be her guinea pig but couldn't wait and insisted that I got my reward first. We went upstairs to her room; I could feel my cock getting hard just thinking of it. She was wearing heels and a pleated skirt and her legs looked just fantastic. She told me to close the door and eagerly I agreed. She hitched up her skirt at the back and slid her knickers down to her shoes and stepped out of them. To think she was naked under that skirt. She sat on the bed and took hold of the hem of her skirt. Then she just lay back on the bed taking the skirt with her fully exposing her legs and of course her pussy.
Her snatch was so hairy and I could hardly contain myself. I knelt down on the floor in front of her. She bent her head round to look at me; “do you like my fanny? “ she asked. I was speechless. “is this the first fanny that you have seen?” she seemed surprised but pleased that she was my first “I’ve seen younger fannies with no hair but this is the first grown up fanny” “well, what do you think?” she asked. “Oh its beautiful” I stammered, still stunned by the wonderful feast my eyes were having “and so are your legs”. “Would you like to touch me?” she teased seemingly already aware that I was desperate. I needed no second invitation. I ran my hands all over her legs; they were so smooth. I wanted to kiss her skin but resisted, afraid that she might abort the sublime adventure that I was having. Hesitantly I moved my hand towards her pussy and ran my hand over her bushy mound. She made no move but just lay there with her eyes closed. My thumb slipped down between her legs, they parted very slightly and I could feel the folds of her pussy. “You are very naughty,” she said. “Oh sorry” I blurted and quickly withdrew. “I just said you are very naughty, I didn’t say you should stop,” she said staring seductively, almost menacingly at me. She opened her legs wider reaching down and rubbing herself. She parted her lips and started to move her finger over her clitoris in a circular motion. “This is what I like to do” she said, “it feels so good. Give me your hand” She took my thumb and started rubbing her clitoris with it. She moved her hand away and I was flying solo. She clearly liked this; she closed her eyes; opened her legs wider and started caressing her breasts through her jumper. I could feel my cock was leaking; wetting the inside of my pants.
Just then we heard someone coming up the stairs; Aunt Mary sat up with a start; stood up straightened her skirt and told me to sit next to the dressing table. There was a knock at the door she called out picking up a comb and brush and started running them through my hair. My Nan came through the door and was surprised to see me in there but readily accepted Aunt Mary’s story about me being her guinea pig. Fortunately she failed to spot Aunt Mary’s knickers lying on the floor by the bed.
Aunt Mary said that we should go downstairs but pointed out that she might want to practice again one day.
I couldn’t get to sleep very easily that night thinking about what I had seen and done and masturbated several times. I had so many visions and thoughts going through my head.
Days went by, weeks and months in fact and it was just like nothing had happened, we never spoke of our hairdressing session and Aunt Mary showed no more intimacy towards me than she had before. I kind of figured that our brief moment of pleasure we had together would remain our one and only one.
Then one weekend about 7 months later Aunt Mary and me were alone in the house; I hadn’t even considered that we were the only ones there but she apparently had. I was downstairs doing what I do best which is absolutely nothing; she was upstairs in her room.
It was quiet in the house so I had no trouble hearing her when she called down to me asking if we could try some more hairdressing. I said “OK” and when she moved away from the banister rail I danced a jig in the hall and then leapt up the stairs 3 or 4 at a time; I was up there in seconds. Her door was ajar when I arrived and I pushed it open. I was hoping and praying that we would enjoy a similar session to the last time and my eyes lit up when I caught sight of her.
She was wearing a lilac petticoat that had lace at the top cupping her breasts and a lacy frill around the bottom that stopped just above the knee. It clung to her body and I could see that she was wearing nothing underneath. Plus she was wearing the same high heels, which enhanced the shape of her gorgeous legs. I had never seen her looking so good and every bit of me was tingling. “What’s wrong?” she asked as I stood there gazing on her; I suppose my mouth must have been wide open at the wonder of what my eyes were feasting on. “Nothing is wrong” I said, “you just look fantastic”.
She had a Dansette record player and she loaded a small collection of singles on it; flicked the switch; it began its cycle and played the first record. It was a slow one and she asked me if I wanted to dance with her. I told her that I couldn’t dance but I would try.
I moved towards her and she put her arms around my shoulders. “Put your arms around me,” she said and I did so willingly. My hands were resting just above her hips and I was so tempted to slide my hands down and squeeze the cheeks of her ass but I declined. The soft silky feel of the material and the warmth of her body within were just exciting me beyond belief; my cock soon began to give the game away. “It feels like someone is excited” she said, “come over here I want to see your cock”.
She led me to the bed and sat down. “Take your T shirt off” she said as she undid my belt and my trousers and allowed them to slip down my legs. My pants remained where they were with my rigid cock holding them in place. “We had better let someone out” she said pulling my pants over my cock and down my legs; “step out of them” she said and I was suddenly naked except for my socks.
She took my cock in her hand and stroked it gently; her touch was electric. As she moved her arm one of the straps of her petticoat slid down from her shoulder, down her arm and left her breast exposed. It was just a perfect breast; I have handled her bras many times and I know that she wears a 36C but now I could see one of her gorgeous breasts. I reached for the other strap and slipped it from her shoulder; the petticoat top slid down to her waist and she was completely topless.
“Has anyone ever sucked your cock?” she asked and I replied “No” although this was strictly a lie; when I was 11 I persuaded Patsy Adams to put my cock in her mouth but it wasn’t a real blow job. Aunt Mary lowered her head towards my cock; she pulled back the foreskin placed her mouth over it and slid her lips over my glans. It was like I had arrived in heaven. After a few strokes back and forth with her mouth she sat up and cupped her breasts and pushed them around my cock; I started thrusting against them and she bent her head down to take the head of my cock in her mouth on each thrust.
Then she released her breasts; cupping and squeezing my balls as she took my cock full in her mouth again. It was all too much and I could not control myself; it probably only took seconds for me to start shooting my load. My groans told her that I was cumming and pulled her mouth away as I started to ejaculate. Some of it went in her mouth, some on her face and some on her petticoat.
“Oh dear” she said; “look what I have done now; and you have got your cum all over my petticoat. I can’t wear this now” and stood up allowing it to slide down her gorgeous legs. She too was now naked although she still had on her shoes; I hoped she would not taken them off. She stepped out of her petticoat and used it to wipe cum from her face. “It’s my turn now,” she said and she lay back down on the bed as she had before but spread her legs wide this time. She cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed them while pinching her hard nipples. Now I could fully see her pussy and I started to get hard again. “I want you to use your tongue this time; instead of your thumb” she urged and I was going to get my first ever taste of pussy.
I lowered my head towards her and kissed her; first on her pubic mound and worked my way down kissing every inch of her pussy; it was so wet and tasted good. I pushed my tongue between her lips and probed her warm inner depths. I withdrew my tongue pulled open the folds so that I could push my tongue straight into her hole and then peeled back the hood of her clitoris to lick and suck that too. She writhed beneath me with her breathing becoming more laboured and erratic.
“Stop” she yelled grabbing my head and pulling it towards her “I want you to fuck me” she said. I slid on top of her and she took my hard cock in her hand, pulling on it and guiding it towards her. She wrapped her legs around me pulling me towards her plunging my cock deep into her gaping cunt, which was so gloriously warm and wet. I began to thrust in and out of her; she forced my head down to her breasts encouraging me to suck on her nipples and even urging me to bite them.
Her body was twisting and writhing like a snake; she was panting and moaning; as was I, then she rolled slightly telling me to lie on my back. I did as I was told and she climbed on top of me; impaling herself on my rigid cock. She started pumping up and down and became very vocal again, it became too much for me to control again hearing her moaning and watching her gorgeous breasts bouncing up and down on top of me. Suddenly I was ejaculating again; filling her pussy as she panted on top of me.
She stopped; she fell down on top of me; her head on my shoulder and her hair d****d over my face; it smelled so good. She lay there for a moment and then slid off me, I reached down and touched her clitoris but she stopped me. “I’m OK” she said, I have already cum more than once” This kind of amazed me a little as I had not been able to last that long on either of my ejaculations; nor had I even been aware that she had cum at all despite all her vocal activity.
She laughed. “Why are you laughing” I asked. “Look at you she said, lying there naked and you still have your socks on” I was glad to see that she still had her shoes on and could still admire the gentle shapely taper of her legs. The Dansette record player had finished playing her selection of records, not that we had paid much attention to them. “We had better get cleaned up,” she said looking at her alarm clock “the others will start coming home soon”.
It was the best afternoon ever: I couldn’t believe that I had actually fucked my Aunt or so I thought. I found out some time later; indeed a long time later that Aunt Mary was not my Aunt. No one in my family has ever talked to me about it but my mother did tell my wife Judy and I got it from her. Can't believe that I had to get it from my wife
Apparently my Aunt Beryl got pregnant and because she wasn’t married when Mary was born she was adopted by my Nan and raised as Aunt Beryl’s sister not her daughter. I presume that Mary now knows the truth but we can only guess because we still never talk about. But my claim of fucking my Aunt has been blown because I was fucking my cousin instead.
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