Donna Allen - The hottest aunt

She could feel his eyes on her body.

It was past midnight, and Gloria Burnham knew that once again her nephew was standing out on the veranda sneaking a look at her while she undressed.

She was a guest in her brother's house, and it really wasn't fair. It Walter Burnham knew what his teenaged son was up to, he'd have a fit. Gloria was certain it was young Andy out there. This was the second night in a row she'd heard noises coming from the veranda, and that morning when her eyes had met Andy's, she realized it was him.

She also realized the whole scene was turning her on.

Gloria was thirty-five years old, two years past her divorce, and horny as hell. Having her body ogled by a teenager was certainly not the dullest thing in the world.

She wondered how experienced he was. Were there any teenaged virgins these days? Maybe it was the lure of the older woman. His mother was only thirty-six and a knockout. Maybe she reminded him of his mother.

Whatever it was, her pussy was quivering, and she had to decide what to do about it.

The evening before, she hadn't let him see anything. She'd been more annoyed than intrigued. But tonight was different. She decided she would find out what he had in mind.

And if he had nothing in mind she might very well have a suggestion or two!

Standing before the full-length mirror, she removed her blouse. Every man she'd known had been delighted by her tits. Even covered as they were now by her bra, their beauty was evident. They weren't huge, but they were ripe and heavy and pear-shaped. Her ex-husband had always insisted they made his mouth water. She pulled back her shoulders and turned her body at an angle so that if Andy was looking, which she knew he certainly was, he would get the full effect.

A woman has to know how to turn a man on, she thought. Thank God her body was still something to look at.

She teased him by doing nothing for a full minute. Then she suddenly unsnapped her bra and slipped it off. Her tits appeared, full and free and startlingly white. They were firm, pointed high and slightly to the sides. The reddish-brown nipples were long and hard and excited. When she cupped her hands under her tits and raised them, she heard a definite gasp coming from the open window.

It was then she realized her play-acting was sheer torture for both of them.

"Okay, Andy," she called out. "Climb in through the window, but be quick about it."

There was a long moment of silence. Then the window was pulled up a few inches more, and young Andy Burnham climbed into the room.

Gloria faced him with a wry smile on her face. He was wearing no more than a pair of white jockey shorts, tented in front by an obvious erection.

"You've been spying on me," she said.

He blushed. His eyes fixed on her swaying tits, he spoke in a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Gloria. I couldn't help it."

"It's nasty to spy on people," she said. "I would think a boy your age would be experienced enough not to go crazy over the sight of a woman's body. Haven't you ever seen a woman before? Don't tell me you're a virgin, because if you do, I won't believe it."

He was a cute kid. He had sandy hair falling over his eyes, and a full set of freckles. His arms and chest were nicely muscled, and the equipment hidden by his jockey shorts certainly seemed complete.

"Well?" she said.

"Well what?"

"Are you a virgin?"

A flush came to his cheeks, and he nodded.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she said. "And you've got the hots for your one and only aunt, haven't you? I haven't seen you in five years. You can't tell me you've been lying awake five years dreaming about me. The last time I saw you, you had nothing like that hiding in your pants."

She looked meaningfully at his crotch.

His eyes were still on her tits. He looked almost hypnotized, and a wave of tenderness came over her.

"Now that you're here, what would you like to do?" she asked him. "Or maybe you just want to look."

He hesitated.

He had fair skin, and each time he blushed his face turned cherry-red.

"Can I touch you?"

She walked behind him and pulled down the window shade. Then she faced him, glanced once again at the bulge at his crotch, and waited.

"Go ahead," she said. "But if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll put poison in your corn flakes."

He extended a hand. The first touch of his fingers on the slope of her right breast forced her to close her eyes.

A long time had passed since man or boy had fondled her tits. Juice came oozing out of her cunt to drench the crotch of her panties.

Virgin or not a virgin, he had a marvelous touch. He ran his fingertips over the heaving globe of her tit, and then zeroed in on the swollen nipple to pull it and gently scratch the tip. Then he opened his hand, turned it, dug his fingers under her tit and raised it.

The weight of her breasts lifted from underneath always drove her wild.

"Suck it!" she gasped. "You're driving me crazy!"

When he hesitated, she took hold of his ear and pulled his face forward until his mouth covered the long nipple. As soon as she felt he had a hold on her, she released his ear and used the same hand to lift her tit and push her flesh into his mouth.

She kept her eyes moving from the mouth working on her tit to the hard cock clearly outlined by the thin cotton of his briefs.

She thought about his potency. Back in her home town she'd once had a brief affair with a boy his age – a neighbor's son – and as far as the fucking was concerned, she'd never been more satisfied in her life. That boy had been able to go on for hours and hours without losing his hard-on. She remembered the fresh taste of his cock and the firmness of his balls. She wondered if Andy was like that. She was itchy to get a hand on him.

Don't rush it, she thought, take it easy.

Some clever girl had taught him how to suck a tit. He knew how to use his tongue, how to roll the nipple between his tongue and teeth. He showed no signs of tiring. His hungry mouth devoured her tit.

Her breasts had always been sensitive, and now her nipple was tingling and almost to the point of being irritated. She finally pushed his head away and stepped back.

"Do you like my tits?"

"They're something!" he said. "I think about them a lot."

"And then what happens?" she asked him. "Do you jerk off?"

He blushed. "Sometimes."

Gloria smiled. "Don't be bashful about it. Everyone does it. It's the ones who don't who aren't normal. I do it, too."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and positioned him so that he was standing between her knees. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his jockey shorts, she pulled them down to his thighs. His hard cock sprang out and almost hit her face. She stared at it a long time, and then she smiled up at him.

"Well, you're a man," she said. "You've certainly grown since the last time I saw you!"

Holding the base of his cock with her left hand, she used the fingers of her right hand to peel back the foreskin until his purplish cockhead was completely uncovered. It was unmistakably a young cock, the skin fresh and tight and without wrinkles. She cupped his balls, jiggling them and weighing them on her palm. A lovely drop of clear fluid seeped from the slit to dribble over the fat cockhead.

Squeezing her hand, she thrilled at the hardness of his cock, at the soft silky feeling of the outer skin covering the rigid pole. When she pulled her hand back up to the cockhead, another drop of fluid appeared at the tip. She stroked him slowly, watching the pre-cum dribbling out of the pouting slit.

She loved the warm hard feel of a cock throbbing in her hand.

To come or not to come, she thought with amusement, that is the question.