Chapter 18

My aunt obviously liked how I looked because she turned me to face her and snagged my lips into a full-on snog. Her hands roamed over my body as our kiss deepened and lengthened. She stroked my ass and between my legs, searching along my perineum for something. Eventually, she broke our kiss and looked down at me with heavily hooded eyes. “You need to leave a gap in the tape so your cock’s head is exposed, and you can sit down to pee. It won’t help with the other, but will make the former possible.”

Aunty Liz kissed me again, and although her hands roamed over my ass, groin and chest, I didn’t know what to do with mine. My Mistress solved that problem for me by taking my hands and placing them on her tight, muscular bottom. I nervously left them where she’d put them, but as she roamed her hands over my body, I hesitantly began exploring hers.

As I ran my fingers over her divine ass, my aunt shuddered and moaned into my mouth. Feeling more confident, I ran my hands up Aunt Liz’s hips and along her ribcage, feeling her rib bones when I stroked. Aunt Liz moaned and began undoing her blouse buttons. I helped her shrug the item off her shoulders, and she let it fall to the ground. Next, she grabbed my hands and guided them until they cupped her enormous breasts, which strained against her half-cup push-up bra.

“Run your thumbs over my nipples,” my aunt moaned as she peeled my dress off.

I complied as Mistress Donnelly picked at the tucking tape holding my genitals away. She managed to unpick enough to take hold of it and peel it from my body as gently as she could. When my 6+ inch, slender cock popped into view, my erection roared to full force. Aunt Liz took it in her hand and stroked it, moaning her need as she urgently pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it. Her black thong was soaked, and her arousal smells flooded my nostrils, inflaming my desire further.

Moaning constantly, my aunt forced me to sit on the vanity chair. Then, she ripped her panties off, took the backs of my knees and forced them back over my shoulders. “Push your boy clitty through your thighs, little one,” she demanded.

‘Boy clitty’ momentarily confused me, but I guessed she meant my cock, so I did what she wanted.

As my slender shaft and small, tight balls appeared, Aunty Liz vociferously moaned again and needily spread her legs outside mine. Then, holding my throbbing shaft in her red-nailed hand, she lowered her pussy onto it, gliding down until her burning perineum pressed against my tightened balls and her corn kernel-sized clit pressed against my shaved pubic bone.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Mistress Donnelly groaned as she lifted and bottomed out on my cock again. “The first one’s for you, honey. So, don’t worry if you cum quickly. I’ll get what I want after that, okay?”

As it turned out, I showed remarkable control, though I don’t know how. Aunt Liz rode up and down my slender, throbbing shaft for what seemed like hours as my mind sang, “I’m not a virgin anymore! I’m not a virgin anymore!” Strangely, I’d always imagined I’d shout, “I’m a man!” But the position my aunt was fucking me in, the Amazon sex position, I think, seemed to make me feel that I was the one with my aunt’s cock in my cunt, instead of the other way around.