Chapter 6

My Aunt sat up and let me continue playing with her tits, and then she bent down to my crotch and closed her mouth around my cock.

She looked angry, like she was doing this because she had to, and something about that turned me on. Gloria frequently looked furious, though. My Aunt had that natural resting bitch face - where that’s just how her face usually looked. She came off a little harsh and strict but could also be loving and generous with her time. In other words, Aunt Gloria may have looked like an angry bitch, but she wasn’t (unless she needed to be.)

She sucked on my cock and bounced her head up and down. I imagined that dicks had oxygen in them, and she was underwater and needed it to live because of how intent she was on holding it in her mouth.

Occasionally, she made a sucking noise, but she didn’t take my cock out of her mouth. She used her fingers to hold my dick once or twice. Most of the time, she held my cock in her mouth and sucked without the use of her hands.

“Don’t cum,” She warned. I didn’t see why she’d want to stop me. It felt counter to the point of it all, but I was only thinking about my own needs at that point. I didn’t even think she HAD needs – only guys got this horny, right? In my immature mind, my Aunt was just doing me a favor and couldn’t possibly be getting anything out of this like I was.

I was about to orgasm. I did my best not to disappoint my Aunt as she went down on me and made my toes curl up.

“Put your hands here, like this, don’t crush the windpipe, grab and choke me,” She guided my hands around her neck and gave me permission to choke her. She put her mouth around my hard dick and began to pump hard. She stopped. “Don’t choke gently. I want you to fuck my face, pull me hard, like you hate me.”

I didn’t hate her, and she got frustrated when I didn’t know what to do.

“Let’s try something else,” she let my cock flop out of her mouth. It felt good with her spit dripping down the shaft. She flicked my pecker with her fingers and then laid back. She wiggled her finger in a come-hither manner to summon me between her legs. Gloria wrapped her thighs around my head and forced me to remain right by her pussy.

“Lick in tiny circles. Don’t lick the alphabet, don’t lick up and down or back and forth, don’t get cute or funny. Just lick in tiny circles. That’s all I need you to do to be a fantastic pussy gobbler,” she explained.

She moaned a little when I started and encouraged me to go deeper. I found myself penetrating her pussy with my tongue like it was a tiny dick. “Yes, eat my clit, higher, higher.”

She stopped and asked if I knew what the clit was. I assumed it was that big flap of skin in the front of the pussy. “That’s hood; now pull it open. Women have different shape pussies; mine looks like a little shrimp. I want you to lick along this part,” she rubbed the tender part of her clit.

“Yes, that’s it.”

I think I ate her pussy for an hour. All I know is that my jaw hurt, and we lost track of time. Gloria seemed very satisfied. “Do you like my lessons,” she said when it was apparent that I was losing steam. My dick had grown soft, and she began to tease it and touch it to get it hard.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes!”

“You need to make me feel you want me like you can’t get enough of me. A woman wants to be taken,” she seemed disappointed that I wasn’t ravaging her. My face tasted of her pussy. It wasn’t foul-smelling, but I felt a little messy and over-sexed. I was having a hard time getting aroused to the point of erection, even though I felt horny as hell.

Which is weird – I had literally popped an uncontrollable boner at the shopping mall the other day while following a fat chick and theorizing about how far up her ass crack I could put my dick and whether I could actually reach her vagina. I think I was “over-stimulated” - it was finally happening. I was having sex and couldn’t get it up.

Now that my Aunt was dragging her nails softly down the most tender part of my cock, and stroking it playfully, I was having a hard time getting it up.

“You are a thinker. You need more than touch to get you hard. Tell me, what turns you on?”

My aunt seemed genuinely interested in learning what turned my screws. I assumed that all guys got off on the same types of things. She assured me that she wanted to go deeper – find out my fantasies. Gloria made it sound like everything was possible and nothing was too taboo to admit to her.

I couldn’t think of anything to say. There were a million categories of porn, and there wasn’t one in particular that turned my screws. The things I liked were situational and a little weird. A lot of observations I included at the beginning of this story illustrate how some of the mundane things, like Yoga pants in public places, turned me on. I couldn’t say that to my Aunt, though. I didn’t know how to express that girl, in general excited (but also frustrated) me.

“You like it when I slide down my daughter’s panties and spank her chunky little bare ass?

I was ashamed and shivered when she said that.

“It’s okay; we are just talking. It’s just talking – all fantasy. I call it midnight confessions when I am talking to my husband about what turns us on,” she confessed. She was seducing me, making me feel comfortable. My cock was already starting to stiffen.

“Yesterday, I told him that I wanted to find a young teenage boy with a wonderful dick and teach him the right way to fuck a woman,” she mused.

I was nervous.

“Oh, don’t be so afraid. It turned him on to think I was so insatiable that I’d take care of my own needs with a firm, stiff cock. I do not want a jaded, pot-bellied man my age. I want someone young and virile but a little innocent too.”

I blushed. She squeezed my cock a few times in a very loving way like she was milking it.

“This cock belongs to me, doesn’t it? I can do anything I want to it?”

I was reluctant.

“You need to learn to trust me. I am not going to harm you. How would that benefit me? What I am offering you is an entire summer of fun. No strings, no emotions, but you belong to me. You have to do everything the doctor tells you to get better. You can’t argue about which medicines you want to take and only do half the treatment. You have to do everything I say. Is that something you will do for me?”

“Yes,” I was fairly well hypnotized by the way she was stroking my cock and bringing me to a slow, chubby boner.

“Whose cock is this?”

“Yours,”

“You still don’t believe it. You know I am going to let you put this inside me,” she looked down and spit on the top of my cock slowly. The spit dripped down the tip of my head. “It looks like a little mushroom,” she played with the spit by rubbing it into the dripping head of my cock. “I am going to give you my mouth if you give me your cock,” she opened her mouth and wrapped it around the tip of my cock.

My Aunt had full lips. They weren’t as big as that Hooter’s waitress, but they were nice, and her mouth felt wet. She wrapped her finger all the around my dick and held it in place while lovingly kissing it.

“Don’t cum in my mouth. I want you in my pussy. This is just a little treat for me. I like sucking on a big dicks. Do you like it when I do this?” she asked sweetly. My Aunt sounded far more subdued and even submissive as she shared this tender moment with me.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Tell me, what excites you?”

“I like it when you go down on me,” I said the obvious. That disappointed her.

“No, a fantasy! I told you mine – finding a young guy to play with and teach. Tell me what you think about when you play with yourself,” she began to stroke and removed her lips.

“I got turned on when you asked me to put suntan lotion on your back,” I stammered.

“Oh? You didn’t really seem like you enjoyed it,” she admitted that it felt like she was forcing me.

“Everyone was looking at us! Even your husband!”

“Oh honey, it’s a big water park, and there was a lot of flesh. Nobody cared. You were just applying suntan lotion, not finger fucking me.”

My dick stiffened.

“I liked being watched,” she said after a moment, and my dick pulsed.

“Your husband almost caught us,” I explained as she contorted her body so that she could sit on my dick. She placed the tip of my penis on her bald slit.

“Almost? No. He saw what you did. That’s what prompted me to tell him I wanted to take a young lover.”

I froze in panic, and my cock started to shrink a little.

Gloria was already to insert me into her pussy and slide down on my cock. She seemed disappointed. “He doesn’t know about this if that’s what you are worried about?”

I was.

“He likes the idea that men get turned on by me. It makes him feel powerful to know that men want what HE has. When I told him I was thinking about a young lover, it was shortly after you got off of my back like you had ants in your shorts. He saw you basically run away when he approached.”

“He’s okay with it?” I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt the wetness of her pussy envelope my semi-flaccid erection. I was having sex for the first time, and the first thing I was thinking about was whether my Uncle knew about it.

“It’s just pillow talk, midnight confessions. He’s not here, and it doesn’t matter, but would it excite you to know that he approved of my choice to seduce you today? That he covered for me when I pretended that I didn’t want to go shopping so I could have this time with you, sweetheart.”

She kept calling me baby and sweetheart. I liked that. I wasn’t sure what to call her back. That didn’t sound like something appropriate for me to call her, but I also felt silly calling her Gloria.

“What if he caught us right now?” I asked as she slowly humped her body up and down. Her tits were slowly bouncing with the rest of her body, and they were mesmerizing. Gloria kept up a nice, slow pace. She used just her fingertips to hold herself above my body. She took my hands and squeezed tightly like she wanted to be caught.

“Then we’d have some explaining to do. Your mom and dad would probably be the ones we’d have to worry about,” Gloria said. “Jose’ knows he can’t fully satisfy me. I am insatiable. I hunger for cock. I like big ones like yours,” she looked like she was thinking about a juicy steak when she said that. “My husband wants me to be happy. He likes it when I play with my dildos and butt plugs.”

When my Aunt casually admitted that she had butt plugs, my cock sprung up nice and hard. “Oh, yeah, that’s it! You want to put your dick in my ass, don’t you?”

The promise, just the hint of it, was all I needed to spurt – I was so ready. I began to ejaculate. I froze in place as she pounded my chest with her fist in frustration. “No, baby, don’t go so quickly. Oh, you fucker. We were just getting started.”

I felt ashamed of myself for cumming so quickly. Up until that point, I had always tried to reach orgasm as quickly as I could. It was frustrating to want to cum and have to find just the right porn or erotic story to get my rocks off.

However, I was suddenly aware that sex with another person it’s not about speed. I wanted to satisfy her. I was instantly aware that Gloria had done all of this seduction, and she was not happy because all I left her with was a sticky pussy and a rapidly shrinking dick.

“No, I can get it hard again,” I assured her as I caught my breath. I could jerk off many times in a day. I often did two in a row when I was by myself. “Tell me more midnight confessions! I’ll be ready.”

My willingness to achieve erection pleased my Aunt. She smiled wickedly and slid up and down on my dick. I could see my jizz all over her clit and labia as it ran down my shaft slowly like Elmer’s glue. She tasted a little of herself blended with my cum.

“I love the taste of cum on my lips,” She assured me. She slid off of my dick and prostrated herself so that her body rested on my hips. Gloria stuck out of her tongue and cleaned my cock while resting one hand on my quivering chest. “I can feel your heart beating,” she noticed how rapid it was.

“What would you say if I saved this and put it in my beans tonight and ate it at the table?”

Fuck. That was so random and wicked. Would she eat cum in her own food?

“Maybe I’ll milk your cock in the mornings into a container, and you can pretend its suntan lotion and rub it all over my back when we return to the water park? You can get it all over me?”

Oh god, fuck. That was hot. She said she was willing to be slathered with my jizz and let it glisten and dry on her skin?

“You are kinky. I like that. You will take your time next time. Get it all up in my crack, and if your mother says something to you, I am going to pretend that you are being naughty. I might even yell at you.”

That was less of an exciting scenario to me. I did not want to get in trouble.

“Oh, you don’t want to be my naughty nephew? You want to be a good boy for your Aunt Gloria?”

Just hearing her call herself Aunt Gloria made me uncomfortable. I think she saw it on my face.

“You are a very dirty boy, but you like to pretend you are so innocent. I like that,” she kissed my cock into her mouth and let it go. “You are almost ready to go again,” Gloria seemed happy that I wasn’t lying when I said I could get it up for round two that quickly.

“This is why I wanted a teenage boy. You won’t be able to do this when you are your father’s age,” she assured me.

“Do you wear that nightgown when you sleep in the bed with my parents? The one you had on last night?”

Gloria regarded my question curiously, and then she realized why I was asking. “No, I do not wear anything at all when I sleep. It’s way too hot. I just put that on to come out of the bedroom. Did you like it?”

“I’d like it if you came out naked,” I said.

“Oh? Perhaps visit you while you are sleeping? Maybe slide up in that little bunk with you and have my way with you?” Gloria walked her fingers up and down the flesh just above my cock playfully to imply that it was her walking toward me.

“The bunk is too heavy for the both of us,” I replied pragmatically.

“It’s midnight confessions; in fantasies, the bunk is strong enough to hold us both.”

I realized that my Aunt was telling me fantasy stories to get me excited – not necessarily things she’d act upon. I still wanted them to be a little realistic – plausible.

“You could say that you forgot to get dressed, and I could catch you in the bathroom like I did last night?”

“Oh, and if I pulled you into the bathroom and slid the door shut?”

I was almost ready to go again. This was working.

“Maybe I could “forget” that the door is open and let you watch me shave my pussy like Brunna does?”