14-02-2022, 05:27 PM
'You don't seem very sure of any of this,' my aunt said. 'Do you have an erection at the moment?'
Did I ever. I bet she could see it. 'Sort of,' I said.
'Yes,' my aunt said, 'I should think you would have. Stand up and let's see what you've got.'
Talk about embarrassing. 'You don't mean ...' I said.
'Come on,' my aunt said. 'No need to be shy. I am your aunt, for goodness sake. Let's see what effect Louise of Leeds and her sisters are having. Down with those trousers.'
Reluctantly, I got to my feet, unbuckled my belt and hesitantly unzipped my jeans, hoping all the time that she would say 'No, it's OK, I was just joking.' But she didn't. Instead she started to reach towards me.
'Oh, come here,' she said with a hint of impatience. And, before I knew what was happening, she had pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees. I hoped my embarrassment would cause my cock to go soft again, but it didn't. 'Well, well. Very nice,' she said. 'Very nice indeed. I'm sure that Louise of Leeds would approve of this.' And then she said: 'Is that what you think about went you masturbate, James – that you are sliding that fine erect cock into Louise's moist pink pussy? Actually, I'm saying Louise of Leeds,' she continued, 'but perhaps Louise is not your favourite. Perhaps there is someone else in here that you prefer. Who is your favourite, James? Louise? Or is it someone else?'
Louise of Leeds certainly did it for me, but I wasn't about to admit that to my aunt. 'I don't really know,' I said, stalling.
'I can see what you mean,' my aunt said. 'There are certainly many fine women to choose from. Why don't we go though them together and see which ones turn you on the most. And perhaps while you're turning the pages, I could gently stroke this fine cock of yours. Would you like that, James?'
Was she really saying what I thought she was saying? Was she really saying that we were going to flick through Readers Wives together and she was going to jerk me off? I should have said no. But that wouldn't have been what I was really thinking. Would I like it? 'Yes,' I said in a strange husky voice that I didn't quite recognise.
'Yes, I thought you would,' she said.
I sat back down beside her and together we studied the pictures. As each page turn revealed another reader's wife or girlfriend, my aunt quietly commented on the women's finer features. 'Marlene certainly has nice shapely buttocks. And, look, how she's spreading them to show us her rosebud anus. Does that excite you just a little bit, James? And who's this? Sandra. Sandra certainly has a prolific bush,' she said. 'Are you turned on by Sandra's bushy bush, James? Or do you prefer Christine's artistically trimmed strip of thatch?' And all the time she continued to slowly run her fingers up and down my erect shaft.
After about five minutes, my aunt suddenly put the magazine aside and looked me straight in the eye. 'You know,' she said softly, 'I think the one you really want to look at is Laura of London.'
Who was Laura of London? I certainly didn't recall a Laura of London.
'Me,' she said. 'That's who you really want to see, isn't it, James?'
God! How did she know? Again, I should have said no. But, again, that would not have been true. I just nodded.
'Very well,' she said.
Next thing, my aunt stood up, unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Stepping away from the skirt, she crossed her arms, grasped the hem of her silky pink T-shirt and pulled it over her head. 'Laura of London,' she announced with a toss of her head. There she stood in front of me – her 18 year old sort-of-nephew – wearing just her shoes, a lacy bra the colour of milky coffee and matching high-cut knickers. She looked fantastic. 'More?' she asked as she rearranged the front of her knickers in a futile effort to cover some escaped pubic hairs.
Oh yes. I certainly wanted more. I tried to say something but no words came out. A nod was all I could manage.
'Yes, I thought so,' she said. Reaching behind her back, she next unclasped her bra and slipped the straps first over one shoulder and then over the other. She paused, teasingly, for a moment or two. Then, as I watched, the bra fell away to reveal my aunt's full womanly breasts. 'A little bit of sag,' she said, 'But not bad for a woman in her 40s.'
No, not bad at all. 'Nice,' I said.
'Thank you,' she said. 'I'm glad you like them. As you can see from my nipples, this situation is not entirely unpleasant for me either.' Next she hooked her thumbs into the top of her satin and lace knickers and pushed them down just far enough to reveal a hint of her untrimmed bush. I couldn't quite believe what was happening. 'More?' she asked.
Again, I nodded.
For a moment or two she just stood there, teasing me, her thumbs still hooked into the top of her knickers. 'Are you sure?' she asked. And then, slowly, she pushed the knickers down to just above her knees. From there she allowed them to fall to the carpet. My aunt was standing in front of me, totally naked, a three-dimensional, flesh and blood version of Lyn of Bolton or Louise of Leeds – except this was Laura of London.
'How would you like me?' she asked. 'Like this?' And she sat in the chair opposite, her knees neatly together, her hands neatly placed on her knees. 'No, probably not,' she said. 'Perhaps more like this.' She allowed one leg to fall sideways, revealing a tantalising glimpse of her slightly puffy pussy. 'No,' she said again. 'That's probably not right either. Laura of London should probably be something like this.' Sliding forward to the edge of the chair, she opened her legs wide and, reaching down with the forefinger and index finger of her right hand, slowly spread the outer lips of her pussy just enough to reveal a delicious pink interior. 'How is this?' she enquired.
It was all too much for me. I tried to hang on, but my body shuddered, my eyes half closed and a stifled cry came from my mouth. Another shudder and a stream – an absolute gush – of milky semen shot from my twitching cock.
'I'll take that as a sign of approval,' my aunt said.
After a few moments, my erect cock began to subside. It was time to be sensible. I began to pull up my jeans.
'No, no,' Laura said. 'Take them off.'
'But ...' I said.
'No buts,' Laura said. 'Take them off and sit on the couch.'
I did as he was told. Laura pushed my knees apart and knelt between them. With her right hand she swept her hair back and with her left she took hold of my half-hard cock. Slowly she licked the glistening semen from the tip as though she was tasting an ice cream. It felt fantastic. Next she put the whole end of my cock in her mouth and began to massage it with her tongue. It felt even more fantastic. Sue Thompson had sucked my cock a few times, but this was something else. After a couple of minutes my cock was almost erect again.
'Now it's my turn,' Laura said getting to her feet and motioning me to change places. 'You do know what to do, don't you, James.'
'I think so,' I said, with growing confidence.
Laura returned to her position on the edge of the seat and once again spread her thighs. I took up her position kneeling between her knees and gently began to explore the moist pink crevice before me. 'Oh, yes,' murmured Laura. 'Now use your tongue.'
I did as I was told.
For the next five minutes or so, I licked and flicked and sucked my aunt's warm and wet pussy. It tasted fantastic. It smelled fantastic. It felt fantastic. 'You know, James, for a beginner – relatively speaking – you're not too bad,' Laura said between little sighs and moans. 'Not too bad at all. In fact, I think the time has come for your reward. Are you ready? Are you ready to slip that fine cock of yours into a real woman?'
I stopped licking and flicking and looked at her warm, wet, pink pussy surrounded by a profusion of dark, damp hair. Oh yes, I was ready. I nodded. 'I think so,' I said.
'Yes, I think so too,' Laura said.
Grabbing my now rigid cock in my hand, I guided it towards the wet entrance to my aunt's now not-so-secret secret tunnel.
'Whoa, tiger!' she said. 'All in good time. That'll be live ammunition you're firing and we don't want you to end up as the father of your own cousin. You'll need one of these.' And she slipped her hand down beside the cushion of the sofa and pulled out a foil covered condom. Deftly she opened the tiny packet, removed the condom and rolled it down over my hard, pulsating cock. Then she perched herself on the rolled arm of the sofa with one foot resting on the floor and the other on the seat. 'Now we're ready,' she said.
The feeling as I slid my latex-clad cock into my first real live cunt was unbelievable. I pushed in a couple of inches and felt my aunt's love tunnel first open and then squeeze tightly around my cock. I pushed a little further. The heat inside her was amazing: she wasn't just warm, she was hot!
'How does that feel?' she asked softly.
'Fantastic,' I replied.
'Then fuck me,' she said. 'Fuck me hard.'
And, for a short while at least, I did. But then, it all became too much: the sight, the sound and the heady aroma of mature pussy – and I guess the fact that it was my aunt – and, for the second time in half an hour, my cock exploded.
When we had finished, I asked my aunt if we would be able to do it again on another occasion.
'No, James,' she said.
'Why?' I asked.
'Because, as far as I'm concerned, we didn't do it the first time. Tomorrow morning you will wake up and it will all have been a dream. It will all have been a fantasy, a figment of your over-active mind, stimulated by the women in your magazines.'
As it turned out, Aunt Laura was wrong. Very wrong. But that's another story for another time.
Did I ever. I bet she could see it. 'Sort of,' I said.
'Yes,' my aunt said, 'I should think you would have. Stand up and let's see what you've got.'
Talk about embarrassing. 'You don't mean ...' I said.
'Come on,' my aunt said. 'No need to be shy. I am your aunt, for goodness sake. Let's see what effect Louise of Leeds and her sisters are having. Down with those trousers.'
Reluctantly, I got to my feet, unbuckled my belt and hesitantly unzipped my jeans, hoping all the time that she would say 'No, it's OK, I was just joking.' But she didn't. Instead she started to reach towards me.
'Oh, come here,' she said with a hint of impatience. And, before I knew what was happening, she had pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees. I hoped my embarrassment would cause my cock to go soft again, but it didn't. 'Well, well. Very nice,' she said. 'Very nice indeed. I'm sure that Louise of Leeds would approve of this.' And then she said: 'Is that what you think about went you masturbate, James – that you are sliding that fine erect cock into Louise's moist pink pussy? Actually, I'm saying Louise of Leeds,' she continued, 'but perhaps Louise is not your favourite. Perhaps there is someone else in here that you prefer. Who is your favourite, James? Louise? Or is it someone else?'
Louise of Leeds certainly did it for me, but I wasn't about to admit that to my aunt. 'I don't really know,' I said, stalling.
'I can see what you mean,' my aunt said. 'There are certainly many fine women to choose from. Why don't we go though them together and see which ones turn you on the most. And perhaps while you're turning the pages, I could gently stroke this fine cock of yours. Would you like that, James?'
Was she really saying what I thought she was saying? Was she really saying that we were going to flick through Readers Wives together and she was going to jerk me off? I should have said no. But that wouldn't have been what I was really thinking. Would I like it? 'Yes,' I said in a strange husky voice that I didn't quite recognise.
'Yes, I thought you would,' she said.
I sat back down beside her and together we studied the pictures. As each page turn revealed another reader's wife or girlfriend, my aunt quietly commented on the women's finer features. 'Marlene certainly has nice shapely buttocks. And, look, how she's spreading them to show us her rosebud anus. Does that excite you just a little bit, James? And who's this? Sandra. Sandra certainly has a prolific bush,' she said. 'Are you turned on by Sandra's bushy bush, James? Or do you prefer Christine's artistically trimmed strip of thatch?' And all the time she continued to slowly run her fingers up and down my erect shaft.
After about five minutes, my aunt suddenly put the magazine aside and looked me straight in the eye. 'You know,' she said softly, 'I think the one you really want to look at is Laura of London.'
Who was Laura of London? I certainly didn't recall a Laura of London.
'Me,' she said. 'That's who you really want to see, isn't it, James?'
God! How did she know? Again, I should have said no. But, again, that would not have been true. I just nodded.
'Very well,' she said.
Next thing, my aunt stood up, unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Stepping away from the skirt, she crossed her arms, grasped the hem of her silky pink T-shirt and pulled it over her head. 'Laura of London,' she announced with a toss of her head. There she stood in front of me – her 18 year old sort-of-nephew – wearing just her shoes, a lacy bra the colour of milky coffee and matching high-cut knickers. She looked fantastic. 'More?' she asked as she rearranged the front of her knickers in a futile effort to cover some escaped pubic hairs.
Oh yes. I certainly wanted more. I tried to say something but no words came out. A nod was all I could manage.
'Yes, I thought so,' she said. Reaching behind her back, she next unclasped her bra and slipped the straps first over one shoulder and then over the other. She paused, teasingly, for a moment or two. Then, as I watched, the bra fell away to reveal my aunt's full womanly breasts. 'A little bit of sag,' she said, 'But not bad for a woman in her 40s.'
No, not bad at all. 'Nice,' I said.
'Thank you,' she said. 'I'm glad you like them. As you can see from my nipples, this situation is not entirely unpleasant for me either.' Next she hooked her thumbs into the top of her satin and lace knickers and pushed them down just far enough to reveal a hint of her untrimmed bush. I couldn't quite believe what was happening. 'More?' she asked.
Again, I nodded.
For a moment or two she just stood there, teasing me, her thumbs still hooked into the top of her knickers. 'Are you sure?' she asked. And then, slowly, she pushed the knickers down to just above her knees. From there she allowed them to fall to the carpet. My aunt was standing in front of me, totally naked, a three-dimensional, flesh and blood version of Lyn of Bolton or Louise of Leeds – except this was Laura of London.
'How would you like me?' she asked. 'Like this?' And she sat in the chair opposite, her knees neatly together, her hands neatly placed on her knees. 'No, probably not,' she said. 'Perhaps more like this.' She allowed one leg to fall sideways, revealing a tantalising glimpse of her slightly puffy pussy. 'No,' she said again. 'That's probably not right either. Laura of London should probably be something like this.' Sliding forward to the edge of the chair, she opened her legs wide and, reaching down with the forefinger and index finger of her right hand, slowly spread the outer lips of her pussy just enough to reveal a delicious pink interior. 'How is this?' she enquired.
It was all too much for me. I tried to hang on, but my body shuddered, my eyes half closed and a stifled cry came from my mouth. Another shudder and a stream – an absolute gush – of milky semen shot from my twitching cock.
'I'll take that as a sign of approval,' my aunt said.
After a few moments, my erect cock began to subside. It was time to be sensible. I began to pull up my jeans.
'No, no,' Laura said. 'Take them off.'
'But ...' I said.
'No buts,' Laura said. 'Take them off and sit on the couch.'
I did as he was told. Laura pushed my knees apart and knelt between them. With her right hand she swept her hair back and with her left she took hold of my half-hard cock. Slowly she licked the glistening semen from the tip as though she was tasting an ice cream. It felt fantastic. Next she put the whole end of my cock in her mouth and began to massage it with her tongue. It felt even more fantastic. Sue Thompson had sucked my cock a few times, but this was something else. After a couple of minutes my cock was almost erect again.
'Now it's my turn,' Laura said getting to her feet and motioning me to change places. 'You do know what to do, don't you, James.'
'I think so,' I said, with growing confidence.
Laura returned to her position on the edge of the seat and once again spread her thighs. I took up her position kneeling between her knees and gently began to explore the moist pink crevice before me. 'Oh, yes,' murmured Laura. 'Now use your tongue.'
I did as I was told.
For the next five minutes or so, I licked and flicked and sucked my aunt's warm and wet pussy. It tasted fantastic. It smelled fantastic. It felt fantastic. 'You know, James, for a beginner – relatively speaking – you're not too bad,' Laura said between little sighs and moans. 'Not too bad at all. In fact, I think the time has come for your reward. Are you ready? Are you ready to slip that fine cock of yours into a real woman?'
I stopped licking and flicking and looked at her warm, wet, pink pussy surrounded by a profusion of dark, damp hair. Oh yes, I was ready. I nodded. 'I think so,' I said.
'Yes, I think so too,' Laura said.
Grabbing my now rigid cock in my hand, I guided it towards the wet entrance to my aunt's now not-so-secret secret tunnel.
'Whoa, tiger!' she said. 'All in good time. That'll be live ammunition you're firing and we don't want you to end up as the father of your own cousin. You'll need one of these.' And she slipped her hand down beside the cushion of the sofa and pulled out a foil covered condom. Deftly she opened the tiny packet, removed the condom and rolled it down over my hard, pulsating cock. Then she perched herself on the rolled arm of the sofa with one foot resting on the floor and the other on the seat. 'Now we're ready,' she said.
The feeling as I slid my latex-clad cock into my first real live cunt was unbelievable. I pushed in a couple of inches and felt my aunt's love tunnel first open and then squeeze tightly around my cock. I pushed a little further. The heat inside her was amazing: she wasn't just warm, she was hot!
'How does that feel?' she asked softly.
'Fantastic,' I replied.
'Then fuck me,' she said. 'Fuck me hard.'
And, for a short while at least, I did. But then, it all became too much: the sight, the sound and the heady aroma of mature pussy – and I guess the fact that it was my aunt – and, for the second time in half an hour, my cock exploded.
When we had finished, I asked my aunt if we would be able to do it again on another occasion.
'No, James,' she said.
'Why?' I asked.
'Because, as far as I'm concerned, we didn't do it the first time. Tomorrow morning you will wake up and it will all have been a dream. It will all have been a fantasy, a figment of your over-active mind, stimulated by the women in your magazines.'
As it turned out, Aunt Laura was wrong. Very wrong. But that's another story for another time.
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