She Want Me
Copyright© 2025 by A.L
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A break-up with his girlfriend. He was in his down mood and he visited his Aunt which leads to time with his aunt.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Nephew Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Slow
Aunt Amy fingered the pink nub, gasping as she looked at me through eyes glazed with whatever she was feeling inside.
“If you really want it, Carl,” Aunt Amy continued, showing me her scarlet core, “then get on here and put it in. Fuck me. But you better make it worth the while. This is wickedness. We shouldn’t be doing it. And I don’t believe I’m actually letting you do it. But,” my aunt went on with a half-shrug and a grin, “you’re a good-looking lad and that’s a lovely fat, veiny cock. I’m so fucking randy, too. Gin and sunshine,” Aunt Amy cooed, fingering her sex. “Plus a gorgeous boy with a hard-on. I can’t refuse...”
It was surreal as, with my fist pumping my cock, I got onto the lounger with my aunt, the structure groaning under the added load as I shifted about so I could aim the cock-head at her body.
“That’s it,” murmured my aunt, her stare on my dick. “Just slide it in, Carl. Nice and slow to start with, darling. Let me feel every inch. Take it easy. I want to commit this to memory. God, imagine, we’re actually going to fuck.”
Excitement clutched my chest as, not really believing it was all real, I looked from Aunt Amy’s face to her substantial breasts and on down to her vulva. She still held herself splayed, face twisted with eagerness as she also shunted towards me.
Aunt Amy nodded when I groaned, “Can I really...?”
“Yes,” she said, almost snarling the word. “Don’t question it, Carl. Don’t ask me if it’s all right. Look at me, darling. See how I’m choking for you to fuck me.”
With the lounger creaking and groaning, I moved in close, a gasp bursting from my aunt when my dick nudged at her body.
“Just a little push,” Aunt Amy instructed.
She was squirming around, apparently desperate to take me into her body. My aunt moaned and sighed, lower lip between her teeth as she focused on the detail down between her legs.
“Gently, remember,” Aunt Amy whispered, her eyes on my face.
I mumbled, “Yeah, okay, Aunt Amy,” and then moved in so the cock-head popped past the slick resistance of her opening.
When it went in, Aunt Amy’s eyes went wide. “Oh,” she yipped, like it was a surprise.
I moaned at the slow glide when my aunt’s body accommodated my size. I felt the heat of her molten embrace, stunned to realise I was really inside her. When I looked down and saw the ugly-beauty of her loose labia clinging to my shaft, I croaked in awe.
“Don’t move,” mumbled my aunt. “Please, Carl,” she gasped, wide-eyed gaze locked on my face. “Give me a moment. Let me get used to it. Having you there, inside me, my nephew...” Aunt Amy paused, gulping and sighing as she glanced at our conjunction, her stare returning to my face. “Incredible,” muttered my aunt. “You’re there, Carl. We’re together.”