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Aunt Jen
By Anon (address withheld)

***

My Aunt Jen has been the star of my fantasies since I 
was ten years old. While I'm stranded at her place by a 
blizzard, she walks into my room and catches me 
masturbating. Instead of being shocked, she makes my 
fantasies come true. (MF, inc)

***

It's a cold, late winter night. I'm at my job at the 
local airport. I'm employed as a baggage handler for 
one of the major airlines. A big storm in the Midwest 
has canceled our last jet of the evening and I'm 
getting ready to leave early. As I walk out of the 
terminal, I see my Aunt Jen standing in front of one of 
the other ticket counters, looking at the arrivals 
boards.

Actually, what first caught my eye was this great ass 
in a pair of jeans. I chuckle to myself as I do a 
double take, realizing it's my aunt. Jen looks a little 
like Ashlyn Gere, the adult film star. With brown hair 
that cascades just below her shoulders, bedroom eyes, 
and my favorite feature, besides her ass, a pair of 
great tits. After three kids, her 5'8' frame doesn't 
show any wear and has been the highlight of many 
fantasies since I was about 10 years old.

She sees me walking over and as I get a firm hug she 
explains that she's supposed to meet Uncle John, who's 
out of town on business. Turns out the same storm 
letting me go early is delaying her husband's flight 3 
hours. Plus it was starting to snow here.

The two of them are my favorite relatives and I visit 
as often as I can. She's the youngest in her family and 
is only about 7 years older than me. She invites me 
over for dinner that was waiting for Uncle John. They 
just live about 20 minutes outside the city, so she was 
going to return later to pick up John. She asks me to 
drive, because the snow was getting worse. The whole 
time this conversation is going on, I sneak glances at 
her sweater encased tits. She usually doesn't wear a 
bra around the house, which always makes for great 
viewing. Seems she left the house without one.

We get to her house and all the kids greet me, the 
oldest of which is 7 years old. The lady next door had 
been watching them while mom was out. I'm saying my 
"hello's" as the neighbor goes home. During all this, 
the phone rings. It's John and his flight has been 
canceled. He'll return about noon the next day. The 
fantasy wheels begin to click in my head.

We eat and watch some TV with the little ones. Jen puts 
them to bed, while I have a couple beers. I watched her 
ass go up the stairs to the kids rooms. Not a whole lot 
had been happening, socially, for me. The 3rd shift I 
worked had put a real cramp in the dating scene. Most 
of my friends had gotten married or were living with 
someone, so it was kind of slow. I kept seeing those 
tits swell under that sweater as she breathed. Great 
tits.

When Jen returned, she grabbed herself a beer and we 
sat there on the couch just shooting the bull. She's 
real easy to talk to, and the beers flowed as it got 
late. Eventually, the conversation turned to girls and 
what I was up to lately with the chicks.

The beers had loosened me up quite a bit and I guess I 
started sounding pretty bummed about how things were 
going. Jen had gotten this concerned look on her face 
and I realized how pathetic I must sound. I made a 
couple jokes and changed the subject. We decided it was 
time to call it a night. Jen was cleaning up the 
empties and as she bent over the coffee-table, I got a 
great cleavage shot. The no bra theory was confirmed.

Beers and the snow decided I would spend the night. 
They had finished off part of the basement into a spare 
room, which was where I had stayed on past occasions. 
It was quiet, away from the kids and with a TV, it was 
a good a place as any to curl up. I said my good nights 
and Jen gave me a big hug, telling me to cheer up. 
Those tits pressed against me and I could feel the 
blood rush to my dick. She kissed me on the cheek and 
headed up the stairs. I went to the basement, got 
undressed and slid into bed to watch a little more TV. 
I could still feel the hug and the way those tits felt 
against me. I was hard as a rock and started to stroke 
myself by the light of the tube.

I was really starting to get worked up. I pictured 
Jen's tits wrapped around my dick, her looking up at me 
with those bedroom eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to 
slow down and make it last. I could feel her ass in my 
hands as I hugged her to me. I pushed the covers back 
to make room for a really good cum. Something makes me 
open my eyes and I see Jen standing in the doorway. I 
let out a gasp as I pull the blankets back over me. 
Trying to stammer out apologies and embarrassments, I 
sit up on the bed. 

Jen walks over to the bed, softly telling me it's 
alright and not to be upset. She is wearing a flannel 
robe, open in the front, over a T-shirt. One side of 
the robe is to the side enough that I can see her 
nipple is hard under the shirt. Despite the situation, 
I can't resist looking at that little bud, pushing out. 
Jen sits on the edge of the bed, telling me that 
everyone needs some kind of release.

"Let's see what you're trying to release." she says as 
she pulls the covers down to my thighs. My semi-erect 
cock is laying against my stomach.

"Hmm... not bad. I think I can help, if you'll let me." 
I was dumbfounded as she took hold of my cock and 
started to stroke me. "Just lay back and relax," she 
tells me as I pay attention, but my cock is wide awake. 
After feeling my own hand for some time, her soft, 
knowing pumping of my cock makes me moan my approval. I 
reach out and fondle her tit thru the thin fabric. 
Those tits I dreamed about are right there, full and 
warm beneath my touch. I can feel her hardened nipple 
in the center of my palm and I pinch it gently between 
thumb and forefinger. Now she does the moaning and 
presses against my fondling as her hand moves a little 
faster on my dick.

She looks at me and says "Forgive me, but I got to suck 
this." As if I'd have any objections! Before I can say 
anything, I am in her mouth. The heat is incredible. 
She doesn't move at first; just swirls her tongue 
around the underside of the shaft. I pinch her nipple 
again and she starts to go up and down my dick very 
slowly. She cups my balls with her left hand and moves 
her hair out of the way with the other. I see her face 
in the dim light as my dick goes in and out of her 
mouth. One more fantasy down the drain!

Keeping my dick in her sweet mouth, she stops moving 
long enough to shrug off her robe. I notice her T-shirt 
has ridden up her thighs. Stopping my kneading of her 
tits, I slide my hand up her thigh. She parts her legs 
in anticipation. I can barely see her pussy in the 
light, but my fingers feel wetness. She's very wet as I 
play with her pussy lips. Her trimmed snatch is 
dripping with her juices. Stroking her lips, I spread 
them open and insert my finger part way. She grips my 
hand between her legs and slightly humps my hand. She's 
really working on my dick now. The sounds of her 
sucking seem almost too loud. I can't resist any more. 
It's too much.

"I'm cumming!" I warn her. She takes most of my shaft 
in her mouth and teases me with her tongue as I shoot 
my load. Now it's my grunting that seems too loud, as 
she swallows me down. My hand is still playing with her 
pussy as she moves her mouth off me and strokes me a 
couple times. 

"Nicely done, nephew," she says with a giggle.

"Ditto" is about the least shocked thing I can say.

She moves up along side me and kisses me on the side of 
the mouth. I return the kiss and it becomes a more 
heated exchange of tongues and lips and gasps. Jen 
swings her leg over me and straddles my hips. As she 
sits up I reach up to feel her mounds again. My now 
soft cock is nestled between her ass cheeks.

"Would you like to see my tits now, since you've been 
staring at them all evening?" she asks. And with that 
she pulls the shirt over her head and tosses it aside. 
Her tits are just as I imagined. Full, with a slight 
sag from three kid's worth of suckling, but firm as a 
16-year-old's. The nipples that were so hard under the 
shirt now point out from silver dollar size aureoles. 
The light from the TV makes little shadows behind the 
erect nipples. I hold them with both hands, massaging 
them. What was warm through the shirt is now hot flesh, 
pressing against my hands. My cock twitches between her 
cheeks and she wriggles back on me.

I pinch her nipples harder than before. Jen sighs and 
reaches down to return the favor to my nipples. I'm 
completely hard now and press my hips up at her. We 
grind each other a little bit and with another one of 
those smirks, Jen lifts up her ass and my waiting cock 
slides into place, up into her hot cunt. We both gasp 
as the entire motion has taken about 5 seconds. Neither 
of us moves for a few moments. The feeling is just so 
incredible. Another of those fantasies gone.

Her hair is in her face as I drop my hands to her hips. 
I urge her to raise up that ass and bring it back down 
onto my cock. An approving grunt from both of us. Up 
again and I thrust up as she returns to my hips. With 
both of us sharing in the humping, I feel like I could 
go forever. This beautiful woman is fucking me like 
I've only dreamed of. Those great tits are heaving up 
and down with our gyrations. I cup one with my hand 
while trying to keep the rhythm going. We miss our 
timing and my dick comes out of her pussy; just rubbing 
the length of my shaft.

"I want you from behind," I say as I roll her off me. 
We trade places and she kneels in front of me. Getting 
behind her, she reaches back and guides my painfully 
erect cock back into her heat. 

"Yesss," Jen gasps as I enter her. "Fuck me!" Leaning 
forward, I can grab both her tits. I take short strokes 
into her snatch. I'm leaning on her back, breathing in 
the smell of her hair, her perfume, her sex. She 
wiggles and pushes back on me. As I release her tits to 
take hold of her hips, I fuck into her with long 
strokes as hard as I can.

She grips the pillows and grunts into them as I slam 
her pussy. Every fantasy, every daydream, every erotic 
thought I ever had is in each thrust. I feel like 
laughing out loud, because I'm having the time of my 
life. But I want her one more way before I cum again. I 
pull out and she half collapses on the bed. She turns 
onto her back as if she can read my mind. I get between 
Jen's thighs and my cock finds its way deep into her 
twat.

We're sticking together now, as I slow down. I'm 
getting close again and want to feel this woman fuck as 
long as I can. Jen is caressing my hair, wiping the 
sweat away and whispering for me to cum. To make us 
both cum. My slow strokes are becoming more and more 
deliberate as I near the edge. I feel Jen's tits 
against my chest, nipples hard and hot. Jen wraps her 
legs around me and locks her ankles. 

"I'm cumming, don't stop!" Jen cries. The combination 
of the heat in her thighs as they encircle me and her 
look as she orgasms against me, sends me over the edge. 
I thrust once; twice; and on the third stroke I cum 
like never before. We both groan in ecstasy as we hold 
each other. I can feel Jen's pussy gripping my cock and 
I bury my face in her tits. 

We both drift off asleep.

When I wake up the next morning she's gone. We meet 
upstairs in the kitchen and exchange nervous "good 
mornings" in front of the kids. After breakfast, while 
they are engrossed in cartoons, Jen hugs me and grabs 
me by the crotch.

"I hope this gets you off your ass and gets you out in 
search of that girlfriend," she says. "Fuck her like 
that and she's yours. But in the meantime, if the 
opportunity arises, save some of that loving for your 
old Aunt Jen!"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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