Michael Corbett: Eager sucking aunt

"Yyyeeesss!" she screamed. "I feel your jizz and it feels so good! So fucking good! Squirt that milky stuff into me, baby! Aaahhh, aaaiiieeee!" And she kept smashing her boiling cunt back to be battered by his prick, and to be filled with his hot jism.

Laura was exhilarated after Troy left. She immediately started making plans for the rest of her vacation. She would find some way to get the teen's huge prick stuffed into her cunt every day. If it began to look too dangerous for them to keep sucking and fucking at her house, he would walk to some place a few blocks away and she could pick him up in her car. The prospect thrilled bet.

As the long summer afternoon faded into evening, though, she began to worry. Suppose someone noticed that Troy was spending a hell of a lot of time inside his Aunt Laura's house? Or suppose someone saw her picking him up in her car?

All right, so they might be able to get away with it for just the two weeks of her vacation. But Laura knew that she would never be able to stop there. Troy was one of the best fucks she had ever had, and he was certainly far ahead of anything she had ever picked up in a bar. As long as they lived this close to each other, she would push to fuck him at every opportunity.

"Hell, yes, I'll take risks," she muttered to herself. "Hell, fucking yes."

Since her separation from her husband, she had fallen into the habit of talking to herself. When she was at home, there was usually no one else to talk to.

"But taking risks is just the trouble," she said. "Well get caught. Sooner or later, good old Frank and Mary will find out that their sweet innocent son has been seduced by his evil Aunt Laura."

The shit would hit the fan then. There was no way to know what Frank and Mary would do. They were religious nuts. They might have Laura arrested, or Frank might decide to beat the hell out of her. Suddenly she made up her mind.

"I've got to get away from here for a while," she told herself.

She would have to go on a trip, a trip that would occupy the entire two weeks of her vacation. That way, maybe she wouldn't become addicted to Troy's wonderful prick, so maybe she would be able to control her lust for him after she got back home from the trip. It was the only hope she had.

But she didn't have much extra money. Where could she go for two weeks that she could afford?

The answer came quickly. She could go to her brother's and to her sister's. Each place for a week.

Laura started making phone calls to find out if her plan was okay with her relatives. It was. She packed hurriedly. Then she called Frank and told him about the trip she was going on, and asked him to say so long to Mary and Troy and Kristy for her.

Laura put her luggage in the car and hit the road. She was going to her other brother's house first. It was, three hundred miles away but she did not intend to drive the entire three hundred miles tonight. She would make just the first fifty or sixty, then stop at a motel and spend the night.

She arrived at her other brother's house about four o'clock the following afternoon. Hugh Jenson and his wife Alice had two kids, both boys. Kurt was twenty-one years old and a college student, but he was home for the summer. Dean was a teenager and would start college in the fall. The four of them lived in a comfortable two-story house in the suburbs of a medium-sized city.

Laura hadn't seen them in two years. She had a pleasant supper with them that evening, and was relieved that no one asked her to recount the details of her divorce. She had already told them enough in letters and phone calls and was glad that they didn't expect her to tell everything again now that she was here in person.

But Laura did get an uneasy feeling during supper. She was braless, as always, and Kurt kept gazing at her huge tits as they jiggled under her blouse. Several times, he looked into her eyes with naked lust. And those looks and his build turned her on. He was over six feet tall and tremendously muscular. He played linebacker on his college football team.

That night, Hugh went to bed about ten because he had to get up early to go to work in the morning. Kurt and Dean went to bed at eleven, and Laura and Alice chatted until nearly midnight before going to bed as well.

Hugh and Alice's bedroom was downstairs, but Dean's and Kurt's bedrooms were upstairs. The guest bedroom, which Laura would be using, was also upstairs.

As Laura strolled along the upstairs hall, she noticed a light under Dean's closed door and heard a TV. Going on down the hall, she noticed that Kurt's door was closed, too, but that no light showed under it and that no sound came from inside. She had always heard that football players were supposed to go to bed early during football season, and she guessed that even during the summer Kurt liked to stay in the habit so that he wouldn't have to make a major adjustment in his sleeping hours when football season rolled around. When she went on down the, hall and entered the guest bedroom, she learned that her guess was wrong. The room was dark and she reached for the light switch just after stepping inside. But the light came on before her hand found the switch.

Kurt grinned down at her. "Hi, Aunt Laura," he whispered. "Guess we'd better keep our voices down. Won't do to have someone hear."

He was wearing nothing but jockey shorts, and the impact of seeing his muscles bulging was almost too much for her. She wanted to tear off her clothes and beg him to fuck her. But, damn it, Laura had just run away from this kind of situation.

She didn't know what to do. That made it easier for Kurt. She just stood there and breathed hard, her great tits rising and falling as he pulled her, blouse free of her skirt and undid the blouse's top three buttons.

Then she murmured: "Stop." But the tone of her voice was submissive.

"Stop, hell," he whispered, smiling, and kept undoing buttons.

"No! You've got to stop!" And there was a hint of command in her voice this time, but it was too late.

Kurt jerked the unbuttoned blouse down off her shoulders and grasped her huge naked tits. His large hands were surprisingly gentle as he squeezed her tits and massaged her big nipples. She melted.

"Yes!" she moaned softly. "Yyeess, I need it!"

Drawing her farther into the room, he quietly closed the door, then French kissed her hotly and finished stripping both her and himself naked. He swept her up in his strong massive arms then and carried her to the bed, and put her down on it as he lowered himself atop her. They French kissed again while he rubbed her moist tingling clit and pussy lips and she stroked his big hard prick.

"You're easy," he said, sticking a bulky finger into her quickly warming cunt, twisting the finger as he fucked it in and out. "No fuss, no big battle. I think a woman ought to be easy."

"So do I," she breathed, squirming with pleasure as he slowly finger-fucked her pussy.

More juice was oozing out inside her pussy. Her clit and nipples were swelling. Her desire was growing by the second. She couldn't have stopped now even if she'd wanted to, and she no longer wanted to.

She opened her thighs wider, allowing his finger easier access, and he fucked a second finger deep into her horny cunt.

"Aaahhh!" she sighed. "Oooohhh, Jeesus, that's good!"

He moved his head clown to her pillowy tits and began a sensuous attack with his hot tongue, licking his way around the outer edge of one of her sensitive, bumpy areolas, then moving inward in slowly closing circles until he reached the super-sensitive, aching nipple. After repeating the bliss-giving process on her other tit, he took each of her nipples in turn between his teeth and chewed on her nipples tenderly while his tongue danced on the, ends of her swollen tits and as he chewed on and licked her nipples, he kept fucking her hot wet pussy with his thick fingers, and he began brushing his thumb back and forth across her turgid clit.