AUNTS in my PANTS (rewrite) – Chap 2

Incest story: AUNTS in my PANTS (rewrite) – Chap 2

Author: tenorman

I was quiet for a while as they talked, but still being naked, I decided to have some fun and began walking around playing with myself while Susan tried not to look at me or laugh or get mad. I gathered from her side of the conversation that Ed would just meet her at the church and then they would drive back to the hotel for the reception. That was good…he wouldn’t be barging into the room on us…so I decided we would have some more fun.

Soon I was quietly dancing in front of her with nine inches of hard cock bobbing inches from her face. Her face alternated between evil frowns and stifled smiles as she tried to finish her call before losing it. She turned away but I grabbed her towel, yanked it off and tossed it across the room. I got onto the bed and from behind her back took her breasts in my hands. She tried to wriggle free but I held her tight and kissed her neck.

“Okay, Hon,” she said into the phone. “I’ll see you there. Bye.” She ended the call and stared at me with a stern look on her face. By this time I was sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.

“Now, don’t you get mad,” I said, “Or I’ll kiss you.”

She laughed even though she didn’t want to, and she kissed me.

“You are so bad,” she said. We kissed again.

“So are you,” I replied.

“I know.” Then she scooted down onto her knees and sucked my cock.

She gave good head. I held her hair between my fingers as I swung my missile into her mouth. I felt her finger creep into my ass. She filled her mouth and throat with my member and when she knew I was ready to roll she backed off, and then, with just my helmet in her mouth she sucked with all her might, bringing out of me a raucous yell and multiple shots of my love rum.

She rose before me and emptied her mouth of cum onto her nipple and I licked it off.

“Try to stay hard, boy, it’s my turn,” she said, as she sat on my cock facing me. She stared in my eyes as she moved up and down in sweet friction. I put my hands on her buttocks.

“Yes…” she moaned. “Play with my ass.” I squeezed her cheeks and leaned my fingertips into her crack. “Inside…”

I rammed two fingers into her hot hole and she hugged me tight. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” she kept repeating as we fucked, fucked, fucked. Then I felt a rush spill out of her and over my cock and balls as she collapsed on top of me. We didn’t move for a while.
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The wedding went well, and soon after we were back at the hotel in the reception hall. It was a large group, perhaps 200 or so, and we were all at the same table: Me, my mother, my sister Anna and Susan and Ed. The food was fine, the music was good and everyone seemed to be having fun. Susan tried not to look at me but when we did make eye contact she gave me a serious look.

Everyone was asking everybody else to dance. I danced with my mom, my sister and a bridesmaid, so it only seemed natural to ask my Aunt Susan to dance, so once Ed was off talking business with some guy I grabbed her hand and pulled her out on the dance floor.

After we were dancing for a minute or two I suggested that we go up to my room.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that!” she said.

“No, I’m serious,” I said. “Let’s have some fun. Meet me in my room and we’ll have a quickie.”

“Chad, please stop. I’m married, you know. I can’t walk out of a wedding reception, I think my husband might notice, don’t you?”

“Ah, shit, that old fart? He’s over there drinking with the boys, look at him. If we’re quick, he’ll never know you’re gone. And if he asks you, just tell him you went to the ladies room and got to talking with the girls.”

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Yeah, crazy about you.” Then I put my mouth to her ear and said, “It won’t take long. I want to fuck your ass with my tongue.”

She pulled back and said, “You really know how to sweet talk a gal, don’t you?”

“I know what you like,” I said, grinning. The song ended and we began walking back to our table.

“I know,” she said softly.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” I said, and walked away.
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I went to my room and waited. Each minute dragged along slowly. After about twenty-five minutes I had just about given up on her when I heard a gentle tapping on the door. Through the peephole I saw it was Susan.

I opened the door and she slipped inside. The door closed behind her and I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. Her mouth seemed to resist at first, but not for long; soon she opened to me and my tongue was in her mouth, and then I felt her arms around me, and the kiss became long and savage and she moaned softly.

When we broke our kiss she said: “I can’t believe I’m here, we can’t keep this up you know, it’s wrong…”

“I want to make you feel good,” I said.

“Me too,” she softly said.

We didn’t bother to undress. I pushed her back to the wall and dropped to my knees in front of her. She wore a dress that was soft and red and fell to just above her knees. I swooped the fabric aside and Susan took it in her helping hand and held it, giving me access to her lovely crotch. I could see the outline of the lips of her already damp, thong-covered pussy. I pulled the thong sideways and she squealed when I stuck my tongue into her snatch and sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Oh God…” she moaned.

Her love rod was swelling inside my mouth as I worked and she was getting wetter and wetter. I reached a hand behind her and squeezed her ass. She was moaning louder and louder and then I spun her around to face the wall and licked her asshole. I could feel her pushing her ass into my face as I rimmed her and she whimpered with each push. I reached my right hand through her legs and continued massaging her love pistol. When I plunged my tongue into her asshole she let out a loud screech and her legs almost buckled. I had already learned that the way to Susan’s heart was through her ass.

I continued her anal tongue fuck and her clitoral shiatsu for a couple minutes, amidst her animal squawks, and urged her to orgasm. The time was near.

A loud “Oh fuck…” was all she said before blasting off, power washing the wall, the carpet and my hand with her liquid sex. That’s what I’d been waiting for.

I stood up and leaned against her, kissed her neck and took off my belt and dropped my drawers.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to fuck you up your beautiful ass!” I whispered into her ear.

“Oh, no…”

“Oh, yes…”

“But it will never fit…”

“We’ll make it fit.”

“We don’t have time…”

“We’ll make time…”

I reached between her legs and put my fingers into her slimy slot and got a handful of her luscious love lava and slathered it over my cock and in her asshole. My cock felt like a hot steel rod.

“Oh my god!” she said when I pulled the thong strap out of her ass crack and put the tip of my cock up against her O-ring.

I spread her cheeks and pushed. Susan grunted and opened her asshole for me a tad, and I entered her.

“Oh Jesus Christ, Chad, I can’t believe we’re doing this!” I pushed a little more.

“Of fuck, I can’t believe you’re going to fuck my ass!” She leaned her ass toward me and I pushed a little more hot steel inside her. She wanted it.

I nibbled her ear and told her she had the perfect ass and I wanted to know how it would feel to have my dick inside it. I gave her a poke and another inch or so slipped in.

“Ugh… I can’t believe this… Ugh… Ass fuck…”

Then I reached around to the front of her and slipped fingers of both my hands into her pussy.

“Oh fuck, now what are you doing?

“I’m fucking my beautiful Aunt’s beautiful ass,” I said. I felt her right hand touch mine as she started fingering her clit. I lowered my knee to adjust my angle. Then we started really fucking.

With each pump my cock stretched and filled her ass a little more and my fingers jabbed her sexy cunt. Her ass and groin swayed in steady time with mine and my cock had never, ever felt such soft, solid pressure. It was tight and light. But eventually I was almost all the way in!

“Oh fuck, Chad, oh shit, you better come soon.”

“You okay?” I rasped.

“I feel like I’m going to shit a brick,” she wheezed. Then, “Your cock in my ass, your fingers in my pussy, fuck…”

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“A little. It hurts good.”

She stroked her tool harder and faster and I started banging her like there was no tomorrow and soon my rod was fully embedded inside her snug butt. I pounded her hard against the wall. In and out, in and out. I could feel my semen rising within. This was the best fuck I’d ever had.

“I’m ready,” I said.

“Me too,” Susan said, and then moaned as she released her second coming.

With one final thrust I groin-slammed her and felt my load rising up through the barrel and out the muzzle of my gun, and I fired shots of sizzling semen into her hot ass.

I held her breasts and kissed her from behind, my cock still between her anal walls. “Wow,” I said. “That was fucking incredible.”

“I can’t believe it. I haven’t done this since college, and he was a lot smaller than you,” she said. “Did you get all of it in?” She could feel my head nodding on her shoulder and then said, “Oh my God, I can’t believe it! But take it out now, I have to get back downstairs.”

She went into the bathroom to clean up and I heard her cursing and bitching about how soaked her thong was and about my cum dripping out of her asshole and about how I got my cum on her dress and what a mess she was.

“I look like shit!” she said when she came out.

“No, you’re beautiful!” I said.

We kissed and then she was out the door, headed back to the reception. I looked at my watch. We had accomplished a lot in only 26 minutes. I took my time going back to the reception and by that time Ed and Susan had already split.
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We lost track of each other for a while after that. I was away at school of course, and she had her job and married life to keep her busy. We had to keep it on the lowdown, so any contact had to be secret. Whenever we did communicate her message remained constant: It was great but it’s wrong, I’m married, we can’t continue.

When I went home for Christmas break she kept her distance and even on Christmas Day when they came to visit she never left Ed’s side. I sensed a tension that had never been there before and I wasn’t the only one to notice it, both Anna and my mom picked up on it.

I didn’t know a lot about their marriage, but I did know that Ed had been married with children when he and Susan first hooked up and had an affair. But his wife found out about them and then they got divorced and he married Susan. Ed was evidently pretty wealthy, a stockbroker or something, and they had a place in the city and a condo at the beach.

I sent her a birthday card the following March. I had never sent her one before, but I sent this one and mailed it to her company address. I told her I missed her.

A couple of weeks later Susan called me. She said she was going to be in a nearby town on business the following week and would it be possible to meet for a late lunch? I told her that was good news and we set the date: the following Wednesday at four o’clock. We arranged to meet at a chain restaurant.

When I arrived at the restaurant Susan was already there, ensconced in a booth, on the phone, doing business, papers spread out in front of her and a carafe of wine half gone. We greeted with a quick kiss as she hurried to finish her call. Then she put the phone aside, gathered up the documents and spreadsheets on the table and dumped them into her leather satchel. Then she picked up the carafe and emptied it into the wine glass in front of me.

“Business sucks. I’m done for today,” she said, and sipped her wine. “How are you doing, Honey?”

She looked different somehow. Still beautiful, but stressed.

“I’m okay,” I replied. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m all right. Just sick and tired of the corporate bullshit,” she said. “But hey, I don’t want to bore you with all that. So, how’s college going this semester?”

“It’s okay, same shit, different day.”

We had dinner and some more wine and by six o’clock we were in the hotel room she had rented right across the street. We skipped dessert; Susan said that would come later. We were barely in the room before her tongue was in my mouth and our bodies meshed and my cock was already bursting at the seams of my jeans. We were ravenous for one another, and Susan was an animal, lusting for me like a bitch in heat. She tore at my clothes, and started yanking them off piece by piece, and in between savage kisses she spit out a passionate monologue of dirty talk. She told me she’d been thinking about this all week, taking my big cock and ramming it in her wet pussy and she wanted to taste my cum and lick my balls and sit on my face and how badly she needed to be fucked.

When my clothing had been reduced to my tented boxers and my shoes and socks she told me to get the rest of the way undressed and she would be back in a minute. She said she had a surprise for me and then went into the bathroom and shut the door.

When the door reopened, I was seated on the edge of the bed, naked with my cock facing north. She stood right in front of me, naked except for a skimpy G-string that barely covered her lovely twat. She spun around, shook her rump inches from my face, a thin green cord buried in the crack of her ass. I detected the same hint of citrus that had so turned me on that first time.

“Do you like it?” she asked, and I nodded. “I bought it for you. It’s edible!”

She moved her crotch close to my face. The skimpy cover was nothing but a collection of green gummy candies. I took a lick.

“I hope you like lemon-lime,” she said. “Go ahead, eat it! Then you can eat what’s behind it.”

She moaned when I put my mouth on it. She put a hand on the back of my head and pulled my head closer to my dessert. As I chowed down she bombarded me with slut talk and described all of the things we were going to do. I grabbed her ass in my hands and held her key lime pie steady, making it easier to munch.

“There you go Chad, on my ass already, aren’t you, you love my ass as much as you like eating my…ughhhh…”

I rammed a finger into her asshole as I took a healthy bite of green.

“That’s it, that’s good, finger my ass, you love it, don’t you? You’re eating my fucking panties then you’re going lick my fucking pussy and I’m going to sit on your fucking face and then you’re going stick that big fucking cock in me and fuck the shit out of me and…”

I wedged another finger into her asshole and her body shook. I spit out some candy so I could chew off some more.

“Ugh, shit….you want to fuck my ass again too, don’t you, I know you do, you horny bastard, well don’t you worry you will, and I brought lube too, I’m ready for you this time you assfucker, I’ll never forget what it felt like when you fucked it with your tongue, you’re the only one who ever did that to me, and the way you licked my ass and rammed your big cock up there, but first I want to suck your cock, and take my time, I want your whole young, strong cock in my mouth, I want to taste your cum again…”

I picked her up and threw her on the bed beside me and shoved my tongue into her mouth to shut her up. We held each other, her body slithering around me like a python, and kissed passionately for some time, my hard penis pressed against her.

“All those things are going to happen,” I said, as I slid myself down between her legs and removed the rest of her thong. “But first, now that the candy is gone, I’m going to eat the real sweet stuff.” Then I put my face between her thighs.

“Ooh, that’s it Baby, eat my pussy, suck it out of me, God I love the way you eat my pussy, I needed this. God I need to be fucked…”

That’s pretty much the way it went all night, and all of her predictions came true, and then some. Susan seemed different somehow, louder, raunchier, our sex was harder. It was better, less inhibited. I chalked it up to her feeling less guilt and less fear of getting caught.

The next morning I awoke with my usual a.m. boner and we started our day with a blowjob for me and a mouthful of cum for Susan. Then we showered together and she let me clean out her pussy with my soapy cock. I kept it up until I wasn’t the only one who started the day with an orgasm.

When she was leaving for her appointment I mentioned that in three weeks I’d be home for a week on spring break, maybe she could fit me into her schedule? I saw a twinkle in her eye.

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Parent Post: AUNTS in my PANTS (rewrite) – by tenorman

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