2 Pair of Boobs
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - After my aunt got divorced from her husband, she was feeling alone, so my mom told me to go and console her. But I didn't expect that full dynamic with her would lead me to her bedroom.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Aunt Nephew Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Slow
With my trousers and underwear at my ankles, I did the penguin walk towards my aunt.
“Touch me,” Aunt Marion sighed. “My tits, Tommy. Play with my tits.”
I groaned when I felt her, my fingers squeezing her breasts as she curled her own digits around the swollen shaft of my hard-on.
“Let’s get you sorted out,” purred my aunt, her fist starting to work.
I gulped and looked down to where she was caressing my length. “Aunt Marion,” I groaned, focusing back on her face.
“Yeah,” she drawled through a grin. “Nice, isn’t it, Tommy?”
I nodded, gasping and moaning.
“I’ll wank it out of you, baby,” she cooed. “If you put it in now, you’d come and I’d get nothing but a bellyful of spunk. This way, we’ll get the excitement over with, Tommy. Then I’ll take you upstairs. That’s where I’ll show you what it’s like to fuck me. How does that sound?”
Her face was inches away from mine, expression rapt as she murmured the words, her hand working magic down at my cock.
“An afternoon in bed with me. Would you like that, Tommy? An afternoon fucking?”
I groaned her name again, hips working in involuntary jerks as I instinctively fucked at her fist.
“I’ll suck you as well,” continued my aunt. “I’ll show you everything, Tommy. Sex. You can do it with me. I could teach you how to love a woman.”
By then, her action was urgent. I was gasping and grabbing her body. I mauled her big tits and squeezed her buttocks, moving in close in an attempt to slobber an inexpert kiss against her pink lipstick.
“Come,” Aunt Marion urged as she twisted away from the lunge. “Let it out, Tommy. Come for me, darling.”
The sense of release was divine when the goo first spat from my dick. It was sublime, the relief making me sob out the joy, semen spurting, gobbets of the stuff spattering onto the tiles. I moaned and thrust into Aunt Marion’s fist as she milked me of lust, her skin smeared with errant blobs of gooey ejaculate, a thic, k snotty rope of the stuff clinging to her pubic bush, her belly and thighs spattered and sullied.
I hear my aunt let out a yelp when the fountain gushed and the spunk hit her body. “Tommy!” she squeaked, still wanking my length. “There it is! Yes! That’s it, my lovely. God, darling, let it all go!”
It stopped.
She let me go, cock dripping spunk.
“Mucky bugger,” Aunt Marion said.
I surveyed the carnage, the mess on the tiles, the cum on her skin. I saw the glistening string decorating the dense hair at the junction of her thighs, the shock of it hitting me in another wave of surprise.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped in automatic response.
“For what?”
“For getting it on you,” I said. “The floor...”
“It’ll wash,” my aunt informed me. “It’s only spunk, Tommy.”
“But-”