Donna Allen - The hottest aunt

She kept her eyes glued to the pulsating cockhead and the gleaming fluid that was now smeared on the engorged knob. The smell of his hard prick was exquisite. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to the head, thrilling to the satin-like texture and the incredible smoothness and warmth of the swollen pulsating bulb. His cockhead surged to an even greater fullness as her lips touched it.

She slipped her tongue over his cock-knob, gently licking until he groaned with pleasure.

The fluid seeping from the slit was slick to the touch. She licked it away, cleaning and polishing the head until it gleamed wet with her saliva.

She had always loved the smooth spongy feel of a cockhead on her tongue. She lapped it thoroughly.

Suddenly she could wait no longer. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked in the entire cockhead.

His thighs trembled.

She closed her lips around the ridge behind his cockhead and stiffened her mouth and tongue. When the head throbbed, swelling to a delicious fullness, she could feel her pussy contract and quiver in response. With an inward sigh, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed him, moving the ring of her lips down until his cockhead was pressed to the back of her throat. She rolled her tongue under the shaft, her lips stretched wide. The warm fleshy feel of his cockmeat in her mouth was marvelous.

Her mouth flooded with saliva, and whenever she swallowed, she had the full delicious taste of it.

Soon she was slurping up and down the entire length of his cock, taking it into her throat as far as possible, thrilling to the feel of his hard prick sliding in and out of her curled, clinging lips. Her tongue swirled and stroked. At intervals she held just the head in her mouth and sucked at it, before swooping down to once again take in his entire shaft.

Over and over again she bobbed her head up and down. His hips lurched and his thighs trembled with pleasure. She knew he couldn't last long.

His hands were tangled in her hair, then moved around to her face to caress her eyes and cheeks and finally her lips, his fingertips moving over the stretched ring to feel the hard bar of his cock gliding in and out of her sucking mouth.

He was moaning now, his body shaking as he began to lose control. She plunged down on his cock with her fingers pressing at the base of the shaft and a hand clutching one of the cheeks of his ass.

Suddenly, his prickhead expanded in her mouth, and she felt the first squirt of jism splattering on her palate. As it washed across her tongue, warm and slippery, another gush of cream erupted from his cockhead, and in a moment her mouth was full of his foaming white juice.

She held him until the end, savoring each trembling spurt, sucking his prick vigorously yet tenderly.

When she finally pulled away, cleaning him off thoroughly with her lips, she had the metallic taste of his cum on her tongue.

I'm a glutton, she thought.

She loved to milk a cock dry with her mouth.

Andy moaned. "I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't help it."

She looked up at him and smiled. "Of course you couldn't. But it's better this way, darling. You heeded to let go."

"You don't mind… I mean… when I come in your mouth like that?"

She smiled again and fondled his balls. "Of course not. It's exciting to swallow your cum. It's part of you, and that makes it delicious."

Standing up, she slipped off the rest of her clothes. When she faced him again, she saw him staring at her crotch. Moving a hand down, she rubbed her cuntmound and slipped a finger between her cuntlips to massage her clit.

She was amused at the wonder in his eyes. He'd probably never looked at a fully developed woman before.

Taking his arm, she pulled him down beside her on the bed. She was fascinated by his youthful body. He was awkward and gangling and full of stamina.

His cock was hard again.

She held the long shaft in her hand and caressed it with a gentle massage. Finally, she stretched him out on is back and positioned herself on her knees between his legs.

She wanted his sweet young cock in her mouth again, and she decided there was no reason to be coy.

Cupping his tight pink balls in one hand, she grasped his cock in the other and began to slowly masturbate him.

"Jesus!" he said. "I can't take that! You'll make me come!"

"Relax," Gloria said, laughing. "Just relax." Dipping her head down, she began lapping his cock and balls with the flat of her tongue. The fresh odor of his prick, sweet and sharp, wafted into her nostrils and caused her to shiver. She pulled back his tender foreskin so that the swollen head of his cock popped out to aim at the ceiling. Pursing her lips, she sucked the ripe plum into her warm mouth.

If Andy was surprised at her sucking him again, the pleasure of it was obviously something he welcomed.

Gloria wondered how many girls had actually done it to him. After a few moments, she lifted her head free of his cock and pumped it with her fingers.

"Do you like this?" she asked.

"You know I do!" he gasped.

She nuzzled the cockhead, planting a series of kisses on the tip, and continued milking it.

"Have any of your girlfriends ever done this to you?"

"Jesus, no!"

"Sooner or later they will. In the meantime I have you all to myself, don't I?" Then she added.

"But it's getting late. You'll have to go back to your own room soon. Do you want me to suck you off again? You're nice and hard now, and we can't leave you like this, can we? You can come in my mouth again, if you want to."

"I still feel embarrassed about doing something like that," he said. "I guess I'm just not used to the idea."

She continued stroking him. She kept the rhythm slow enough to hold him simmering but prevent his climax.

"You're a precious boy," she said. "Really, honey, there's nothing wrong with it. But I'll just play with you like this for a while, if that's what you want. I know you'd like to do other things, but I'd rather wait until some other time. You don't mind, do you?"

Gloria was more than a little amazed at her own audacity. But she was thirty-five years old, and the pleasure of handling a handsome teenager's cock was too great of a resist. She knew the first time he fucked her it would be nothing special – nothing except a quick pumping climax for him and probably not even that for her. Playing with his randy cock was at least an interesting diversion.

"How often do you masturbate?" she asked.

He blushed furiously. "Oh, God, Aunt Gloria! Do we have to talk about that?"

She laughed. "Don't be silly! How often?"

"Just about every day."

"You see? It doesn't hurt to talk about it, does it? Everyone knows that boys your age have sex on their minds. These lovely balls keep filling up, and they need to be emptied. There's no reason to be ashamed of it." She tickled his balls with a probing finger. "Your balls are big," she said. "I love a man with big balls."

She swooped down on him. Holding his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, she began kissing the tip, tonguing from the slit the seeping fluid.

She took in his cockhead, and then, slowly, more and more of the shaft, until her nose was pressed to his pubic hair, his cock down her throat to the hilt.

She was proud of the fact she could take him all the way. She knew most women were not able to swallow a cock down to the root.

Andy began to slowly raise and lower his ass, bucking his hips, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt. The pleasure of feeling her throat-muscles expanding and contracting around his cockhead were soon too much for him. With a deep groan, he let go with salvo after salvo of squirting cum.

Gloria quickly moved a hand to her cunt, and she fingered herself to an orgasm as she drained the last drops of jism from his cock.