Incest story: AUNTS in my PANTS (rewrite). Author: tenorman. Chad always was close to his aunt. But when he turned 18 they got REALLY close… The story is including of Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Incest, Male / Older Female, Mature genres.
Incest story: AUNTS in my PANTS (rewrite) – Chap 1
Author: tenorman
I always thought my Aunt Susan was hot.
Susan is my mother’s younger sister, and kind of a carbon copy of my mom. She is four years younger than my mom and they had always been close. Both attractive, around the same height, maybe 5’5 or 5’6, and both with the same dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and slim, in-shape bodies. They both looked quite a bit younger than their actual ages.
I grew up in a single parent home with just my mother Terri and my sister Anna, who is a year older than I. My name is Chad. I never knew my father.
From the time I was young my Aunt Susan paid a lot of attention to me, and I reciprocated. We got along very well and our repartee was always light and fun, with subtle teasing and flirting.
She would say things like I was going to be a real lady killer when I got older, and I was going to have to beat the girls off with a stick, things like that, just to see me blush, and she was never shy about kissing me. When I was a little boy it was just innocent kid stuff, but when I reached puberty I realized that she was an attractive, sexy woman. Throughout my teens I would see her on all the major holidays and would often fantasize about her.
I turned eighteen the week I was to head off for my first year of college. My mother threw a birthday/going away dinner for me and Susan was there. Her husband Ed was off somewhere on business per usual and did not attend. After dinner we were all sitting around talking and sipping some wine and the subject of my music came up. I had a little recording console in a room in the basement and would create and record my own music.
“You’re writing your own music?” Susan asked. I nodded.
“Oh yes,” my mom said. “It’s quite good too, you should listen to some of it. He spends hours and hours down in that room making music.”
I looked at Aunt Susan and asked if she would like to hear some of it. She said that she would.
She followed me downstairs and into my music room and I closed the door behind us. I flipped on a small gooseneck desk lamp that lit the room in a soft glow. I fiddled with knobs and put on a piece of music. It was a sultry, seductive, slow bluesy, swamp rock kind of tune with moaning, harmonized guitar and sax licks.
I watched her face as she listened. The song was one of my best, I thought, emotional and played with feeling. I was interested in how she responded. She listened intently and stood stock-still. She said she liked it.
After several minutes of my mood music I circled around and came up to her from behind. I put my arms around her just below her breasts and placed my lips gently on her ear. She stiffened in a rigid form but didn’t stop me right away. I kissed her ear and then her neck. She relaxed a little bit and placed her arms over mine. I moved a hand to her breast. She let me cop a quick feel before she slowly pulled my hand away.
“Chad, no, we can’t…”
She turned to face me and tried to push me away but I held her. I pulled her close and kissed her. Her lips parted just enough to accept my tongue and we lingered for a moment before she pushed me away.
“No, Chad, stop, its wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” I said. “I’ve been jerking off thinking about you. I’m hard as a rock right now!”
“Chad, I’m thirty-six years old, you’re eighteen. We can’t. Besides…”
She started smoothing her cotton sun dress. I could see her hardened nipples behind it.
“Besides what?” I asked. Her big baby blues looked right through me.
“I have to go,” she said, and opened the door and walked out.
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I went off to college and became pretty busy, and didn’t see Susan much over the next year, just once at Christmas. But in the fall of my sophomore year a distant cousin was getting married and we were all invited to the wedding. The wedding was taking place in a town about a hundred miles away so we all reserved rooms in the hotel where the reception was to be held. My mom would share a room with my sister Anna, Aunt Susan and Ed would share a room, and I would have a room to myself.
There was a dinner on Friday night, and the wedding was to be Saturday afternoon, followed by the reception. At the dinner Friday night I noticed that Ed was missing and asked Susan where he was. She told me that he had to work late but would arrive Saturday for the ceremony and reception.
After the dinner some of the party went to the hotel lounge to hang out and drink, myself, Mom, Anna and Susan included. As the alcohol loosened us up, soon everyone was joking and having a good time. Susan and I were again flirting playfully. The crowd thinned gradually and eventually my mom and Anna said they were going to turn in, and left.
I wasn’t ready for bed yet, so I invited Aunt Susan to stay for one more drink and she agreed. The place was almost empty and everyone who might know us was gone. We sat at a small table in a corner. We caught up on things like her job and my school, and she of course teased me about girls. We reminisced about other things too.
“Remember that time in your music room? Your music was seductive, and the way you touched me: It felt good, but so wrong.”
“I’m not going to stop wanting you just because you say it’s wrong,” I said. Her eyes were now glued to mine.
“I know,” she said softly.
I leaned to her and kissed her mouth and she opened up to me. Our lips parted and our mouths meshed into one, our tongues swirled and danced in a slinky pirouette. My hand went to her breast and her hand immediately grabbed mine. The shaking of her head unraveled our kiss.
“No, Chad, we can’t.” She gathered up her purse to leave. “I have to go.”
“Take me with you.”
“No,” she said. “I’m going to leave now. You stay here and finish your drink. Knock on my door in half an hour. We can finish talking about this then.” Then she slugged down the rest of her drink and strutted out of the room. I admired her ass every step of the way.
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Thirty minutes later I knocked on the door of her room. The door opened just wide enough to let me in, then closed behind me. Susan stood before me, her hair damp from a shower and plastered close to her head. She wore nothing but a large, white hotel towel that was knotted at her side and it hugged her body from just above her tits to just below her groin. I wanted to chew the towel off of her.
She gripped my hands in hers. “This has to be our secret,” she uttered softly. “If anyone ever knew you were here…”
I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead and her temples and her nose and her mouth. “You want me as much as I want you, don’t you?” I said, half short of breath.
“I know it’s wrong,” she said. “But I can’t help myself.”
Our mouths collided in a burning rush and our tongues resumed their tango that had started in the lounge downstairs. My cock was hard as a rock. Her hands went to my belt and she savagely unbuckled it and then ripped open my zipper as she backed me to the bed. I sat down as she yanked down my pants and boxers in one fell swoop.
“Oh. My. God.” she exclaimed.
I grinned. I guess she didn’t expect to see a nine inch cock on my narrow 5’11” frame.
“Oh my god,” she said again. “I don’t know, I may have bitten off more than I can…”
I cut her off by putting my finger to her lips. “Suck me,” I said.
“Yes.”
She dropped to her knees before me and kissed my cock and licked my balls and vice versa. I massaged her scalp and she slipped one hand between my legs.
“I’ve wanted this for so long…” I said. “Put it in your mouth…”
I can’t describe the bliss I felt when she finally took me into her mouth. Her mouth was smallish but she managed to take half of it in. Her lips and tongue were magic and her hands were experienced. She moaned and made sloppy, slurpy sounds as she sucked. We found a steady groove as I softly swung my dick into her mouth and her head and hands kept pace.
“That’s it… Suck that cock.”
We increased our intensity and I held the back of her head as I rammed my cock into her, reaching for the back of her throat. Years of my pent-up desire didn’t take long to emerge and soon I knew I was close.
“I’m gonna come, Aunt Susan,” I grunted.
I discharged a load of cum into her mouth like none other I could remember. It was hot and I felt it rise up, exploding through my shaft and burn on the way out. She took it in her mouth and held her ground through my seizure-like shudders.
When my body finally stopped shaking she was still on her knees. She looked up at me and with the last of my cum on her lower lip, and said, “Chad…whenever we are…uh…just call me Susan.”
She unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom up and we took it off. She stood up before me and untied the towel and it dropped to the floor. Finally I was staring at the alluring body I’d craved and would jerk off thinking about. She stepped closer and put her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth to her swollen right nipple.
Fresh from her shower, she was squeaky clean and smelled lightly of citrus, good enough to eat. And that is what I planned to do. I pulled her onto the bed beside me and she sucked my tongue into her mouth, any lingering resistance now gone, and our hands roamed freely over our electric flesh. I kissed her neck and sucked her stiff nipples and my fingers found their way into her clammy clatch. She moaned with joy.
“Yes…” she hissed, “You’re finally going to have me. How do you like that, Chad?”
I mumbled something with her tit in my mouth. She grunted when I pushed my hand deeper into her.
“Ugh… I can’t believe I’m letting you do this, Jesus, do you have your whole fucking hand inside me? Ugh…”
I moved my face closer to her open twat and as I four-fingered her I chomped down on her enlarged clit. It was already evident to me that Aunt Susan didn’t mind it at all if things were a bit rough.
I have finished reading all so far and hope to get to the rest of the Aunt Stories.
I have fallen in Love with them and am so wrapped up in them that they are driving
me a bit Batty. I am being reminded to som of my own antics as I was going to School
and the aunts that I had ahd nothing on this gal of Yours. I hope to be reading more
and more. So please keep up the good writings I Love them.
I would Love to have a comment from you Too.