Message-ID: <48816asstr$1092391801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: jack_99_1999@yahoo.com (Jack S) X-Original-Message-ID: <75423e7a.0408121702.1e66e58c@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 01:02:58 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 12 Aug 2004 18:02:58 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Exploring Aunt Julie (mF, incest, preg) Lines: 172 Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 06:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48816> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar When I was 16 my mother sent me to spend the summer at my aunt's house in the country. She thought it would be good for me to spend some time with her side of the family, I guess. My aunt was divorced, in her late 30s, and had three sons older than me. Problem was, they no longer lived at home and were never around. So I spent all my time by myself or hanging out with Aunt Julie. I helped her out with her vegetable garden and lawn work. Now, I had always liked Aunt Julie. She was very down to earth and not uptight like her sister -- my mom. And yeah, I thought she was hot. Which was sort of strange, because she was not beautiful in a stereotypical way. She wore her hair in a poofy 1960s style and dyed it an unnatural shade of red. She was average height and kind of stocky; not really fat, but with the mass befitting a woman who gave birth to three kids. Yet she always seemed youthful and carefree. And I just loved her body. She had big, full breasts, the kind of torpedo-shaped ones you usually only see in really old girly magazines. Her belly and abdomen pouched out just enough to tantalize my imagination. Her hips and ass were wide and full. Many times I masturbated to the memory of her bending over, working in the garden, exposing her thick thighs. There weren't many people my age in the neighborhood and the homes were pretty far apart. I spent most days reading or watching TV while Aunt Julie was at work. We spent a lot of time together talking and chilling evenings and weekends. The more time I spent sharing the house with Aunt Julie, the hornier I got. One day after she left for work, I decided to check out her bedroom. I found the dresser where she kept her bras. I took one out of the drawer and held it up, imagining what it would be like to take it off her and hold her bare breasts in my hands. I found another bra discarded on the floor and rubbed my face in the cups, taking in the scent of her. I got ashamed and went back to my room, where I jerked off furiously. But the next day I went back into her bedroom and looked around some more. In a box under the bed I found a big pink dildo and a smooth vibrator, along with a couple of very explicit porno mags. I wanted to be intimate with Aunt Julie somehow. I took the top pair of panties and bra from her dresser drawer into my room. Then I beat off. I rubbed some of my cum into the crotch of her panties and in the bra's cups. I folded them up neatly and put them back, praying she wouldn't notice. I just wanted to know my cum would touch her somewhere. The next morning, after Aunt Julie left for work, I hurried to see. She had worn both of the "special" things I had left for her! I was crazed that day. I couldn't stop thinking about her, about wanting to rip off her clothes and fondle her ample body and ... and ... well, you know. It was getting close to 6 p.m. I knew Aunt Julie would be home soon. I decided I needed to take a shower and beat off to take the edge off before she arrived. I guess she got home early, or I lost all track of time. The next thing I knew, I was in the shower stroking my rod, and there was my aunt in the bathroom doorway, watching me. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I tried to speak but nothing came out. Part of my brain told me to turn around, to cover myself. But I couldn't move. Aunt Julie was looking at my rock hard cock and blushing. I saw her swallow and gulp nervously. At first she didn't say anything either. Finally she blurted out, "Sorry to interrupt you." I thought she was going to turn and leave then. Instead, she slid out of her skirt and pulled her blouse over her head. "Is it okay if I join you?" she said nervously. I couldn't think of a response, so I just nodded my head. I was awestruck. Aunt Julie reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She pulled it off, revealing her bazooka breasts in all their creamy glory. They were saggy but very plump and full. Her nipples were big and bright pink, almost red. Her areolas were bumpy and big as coasters. Her belly had a beautiful map of stretchmarks and wrinkles from pregnancies before I was even born. She bent down, letting those tits hang and sway, as she pulled down her panties. She stood to reveal a thick reddish-brown bush between her legs. She walked into the shower and embraced me, pulling me tight to her -- so tight it was like she was afraid for her life. My stiff cock pushed up hard against her soft stomach. I was suddenly aware of her big breasts mashing against my chest. I lowered my face into the chasm between them and lifted them from underneath, rubbing her ample bosoms against my face. She moaned loudly and all the nervousness seemed to melt out of her. I could feel her now-wet body relax and get softer. One of her soft hands found my hard-on and tugged on it. My mouth found one of her nipples and I started to suck and pull. My hands were all over her -- her back, her ass, her legs. I wanted her so badly. She turned, pulling away slightly, and I thought it was all over. She turned off the water. Then she kissed me hard. I felt her wet tongue in my mouth and a new thrill run through my body. "Fuck me," she whispered in my ear. We stumbled and pulled each other into the living room, dripping water all over the place, both consumed by our mutual lust. Aunt Julie bent over one end of the couch, spreading her feet wide apart. For the first time I saw the open, wet maw I'd been dreaming of invading all summer. I put my hands on her fat ass cheeks and gripped them tight. Then I spread them apart and rubbed my swollen knob up and down her crack, taking special care to rub pre-cum on the puckered flower of her asshole. With one hand I reached under her, feeling her flabby belly and then groping one of her boobs. "Please," she said. It was abundantly clear what she wanted. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her gaping pussy, and slowly pushed in. She was soooo wet and silky and the fact that she was loose didn't bother me a bit. She moaned loudly again. I slid in to the hilt and out again several times, getting well coated with her slippery juice. Then I plunged deep and stayed in, grinding inside her, trying to feel all of her inner surfaces. Now that we had each other's rhythm I started to pound her hard. I could hear her tits slapping together as I fucked her from behind. Then I saw her caressing one of her breasts. She pulled it out from underneath so I could see. She was yanking hard on the big, rubbery red nipple, and I was so excited I fucked her even harder. I had had a girlfriend the winter before and we'd had sex. But she was very dainty and particular and not really into it. Aunt Julie was different. She wanted to be pumped as much as I wanted to pump her. I could smell it. I could hear it in her pleading moans and feel it in the way her pussy muscles milked my penis. I didn't want to come fast so I slowed down, taking time to pull all the way out before thrusting back into her well-stretched cunt. I was sure I had never been so hard or big in all my life as I was then! Aunt Julie lifted herself, turned around and grabbed me. She pulled me down onto the couch and climbed on top of me. She lifted herself up and down the length of my pole while her heavy boobs slammed my face. I grabbed her breasts and smothered them with kisses, nibbles and licks. She was bouncing faster and I knew I was close to cumming. She could tell too. "I'm not on the pill," she said between heavy breaths and grunts. "You should pull out." She said it very meekly, without much conviction. And I had already decided I wouldn't pull out. Today was unbelievable. I was the ruler of my aunt's twat. I didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but for the rest of her life she was going to remember how her teenage nephew fucked her but good. My balls were near to erupting. She was still riding hard -- it was obvious to me she didn't really want me to pull out. Instead I grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard onto me as I thrust up into her. My cum spurted, and spurted, and spurted, into my Aunt Julie's overheated womb. "OOOOOOOOHHHHH" we moaned together. More to come. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+