I pull up to Aunt Jeanne’s house, heart pounding. Uncle Pierre’s in the hospital with prostate cancer. Dad called, said she’d need comfort. No answer at home, so here I am. Door opens. She throws her arms around me, kissing my cheeks. ‘Oh Robert! Come in!’ Kitchen smells of half-made dinner. She breaks down sobbing against my chest.
Her huge tits squash soft against me. Through clothes, I feel their warm, jiggly weight. Bra strap bumps my fingers as I stroke her back. Shame hits, but fuck, it’s hot. Old teen fantasies flood back—jerking off to her fat ass and rack during summer stays. She’s 48 now, still stacked: long legs, wide hips, perky butt in that tiny skirt.
The Awakening
Her sobs shake her. Her crotch grinds mine accidentally. My cock twitches, swells fast in my pants. Panic. She’s family. But her heat, her curves… I harden rock-solid. She clings tighter. I try pulling away. No use. She feels it—my bulging dick pressing her belly. Doesn’t move. Presses back subtle.
‘Oh Robert, what’s this?’ she whispers, fake shock. Humps lightly. Her pussy lips rub my tip through fabric. I grab her hips, yank her close. ‘You, Aunt Jeanne. Always you.’ Admit it: her tits haunted my nights. She pulls back, hands on her boobs like hiding them. I shove her hand aside, grope one heavy tit. Soft, full. She gasps but lets me.
Both tits now. Squeeze, knead. Her breath quickens, eyes glaze. Nipples poke hard. I unbutton her blouse. She hugs tight again, mashing them on me. Hands slide down. Grab her fat ass cheeks. Firm, juicy. She moans, arches back. Skirt hikes up. Silk panties. I dive in, finger her crack. Asshole wet, loose. Push in easy. She bucks. Add second finger. Fucks back on them.
The Act
She cums hard. Shudders, whines. Pussy soaks her panties. I check: drenched like she pissed herself. Rip aside, shove hand in her bush. Huge gash, sloppy wet. Four fingers plunge deep. Loose, spongy walls suck me. Thumb on clit. Fist-fuck her sloppy cunt. She dances wild, cums again screaming.
Pull out, lick her creamy juice. Shame in her eyes. ‘What about Uncle?’ But her hand grabs my bulge. ‘Poor boy, so hard. Want me to jerk you?’ Pants drop. Cock springs: thick as hell, veiny. She kneels, eyes wide. ‘Like a mule!’ Strokes slow, peels foreskin. Rolls it between palms. Squeezes head.
Sucks deep. Gags on girth. Balls in hand. I grab hair, face-fuck. Explode ropes down her throat. She gulps, chokes, swallows all. Licks clean. ‘Such a load!’
Soft now, but I grin. ‘Bet I get hard again. Let me eat your pussy.’ She blushes, but nods. Our dirty secret. No one knows. Thrill of the forbidden burns. Uncle in hospital, wife waiting—fuck it. This rush, this sin… I’ll crave it forever.