2 Pair of Boobs
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Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Joined yet separate, my aunt and I were both lost in our own private worlds. For me, it was bliss, an outburst of need, my first time letting go inside a woman. I felt my orgasm swell, clenching my teeth as I resisted the need. I was determined to prolong the gorgeous sensation of working my dick in and out of my aunt, but the biological impulse was too much to bear, and the climax claimed me.
When coherent thought returned, I heard my aunt wheezing, “Tommy ... Get off me...”
I was sucking in air, my full weight on top of my aunt. I gasped out an apology, heaving up off her before I rolled away.
Beside me, my aunt draped a forearm over her eyes. “Oh, fucking hell, Tommy,” she said, taking deep breaths of her own. “You, lovely, gorgeous boy,” Aunt Marion added through a chuckle. “You have no idea how good that’s made me feel.”
Without knowing just what it was I’d done to elicit such a response, I looked at my aunt. “Did I do all right?” I asked.
She chuckled again, the sound morphing into a delighted blurt of laughter as she took her arm from her eyes and swivelled her face towards me. “Wonderful,” she sighed after a few seconds of staring. “Bloody gorgeous. I needed that, Tommy.”
With the heat off me and her gaze on my face, I felt embarrassment warming my cheeks. There was so much to process: she was my aunt, my own mother’s sister. We’d just had sex. Wasn’t that wrong? Could we get in trouble?
“You’re not angry, are you?” I asked.
I saw my aunt’s expression turn to a puzzled frown. She looked at me, moving onto a hip and an elbow before she hefted herself halfway upright. “Why would I be angry, Tommy? What made you ask me that?”
Her swaying breasts caught my attention, and a tingle down in my cock.
With that little buzz tickling me, I managed to move my attention to my aunt’s face. Suddenly shy, I glanced at the bed. “Well, you’re my aunt. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Slipping across the narrow divide between us, Aunt Marion put a hand on my chest. “If anything, Tommy,” she murmured, “I shouldn’t have done it to you. I started it all. Remember? Down in the garden? That was all my doing. You don’t have anything to worry about. I promise you, Tommy, baby...” she added on a sigh, “ ... everything we just did, I wanted to happen. I loved it, sweetheart. You’re a good-looking lad...”
Her hand went to my dick, the jib still thick and large, stiffness only partly diminished.
“ ... And that’s a lovely cock.”
Aunt Marion gently squeezed and moved in to kiss my mouth. It was a soft, tender press of her lips to mine.
“I want us to do it again,” whispered my aunt. She held my gaze as the world and everything in it condensed to out own private bubble. “I can teach you things, Tommy,” she breathed. “Sex. Love. Beautiful, lovely, dirty things.”
Aunt Marion paused and kissed me again.
Then she finished with, “Would you like that, my darling?”
“Yeah,” I said, a hand going to her breasts.
Some weeks later...
I was in my bedroom when I heard a knock at the door.
*Yeah!” I called.
My mother’s voice called through, “It’s me. Can I come in?”