Jerry Milner: Depraved aunt

"Nnngh!"

Jim tried to wrench away from the clinging embrace of his aunt. He knew people could die of embarrassment, and just then he wished that he would. Another great surge of hot jism rushed forcefully up from his balls, through his cock and onto his belly, and suddenly Jim had to cling to his aunt for support.

He writhed up against her, shivering and shaking, digging his fingers deeply into her back. Sandwiched very closely between them, his cock gushed another hot load, causing Jim to lose his head and reach down and grab his Aunt Ellen by the ass.

Ellen knew very well he was cumming, and she felt like she was cumming, too. She felt far more than she had with the stupid dildo, and this embrace was but the first of many more to come. She crushed him closer, stabbed him deeper with her tongue, and she thrust her cunt very hard against his jerking, throbbing, spurting cock and ground more of his jism up out of him.

Her nipples burned hard against Jim's chest. Her thrusting cunt made each heavy ejaculation painfully sweet. The balls of his fingers clawed their way up her sinuously writhing back and down to her firmly tensed asscheeks again, and still Jim kept on cumming. She would hate him for this, she would tell his father all about it, but just then Jim didn't care. He thrust back at her soft belly with his straining, squirting cock, and now he stabbed his tongue in her mouth to taste more of that funky sweet flavor that was helping so much in driving him out of his mind.

The insertion of Jim's stiff tongue in her mouth sent Ellen on to new ecstasies. It was stiff and immobile there, but she could feel it clear down in her cunt, right on the verge of overflowing with slippery wetness, and throbbing with life and vitality. She closed her lips on it and sucked. She sucked very gently, sliding her slick, pursed lips back and forth on it while she rubbed her belly against his fine, hard cock as its convulsive jerkings and spurtings slowed down to a tolerable level. As she slipped her mouth from his tongue, she kept a firm hold on his shoulders, because this was a boy who wasn't going to get away from her.

"Do you always cum in your pants when you kiss a girl, Jim?" Ellen asked, massaging the very warm nape of his neck, tracing the trembling line of his jaw with her finger.

"I… No girl ever kissed me like that before."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it," Jim stammered, all dizzy and steamy and feverish and terribly uncomfortable, but unable to move away from her.

"You know, I really ought to tell your father about what kind of a boy he's raising," she said, and let her nephew's face go white before smiling and going on. "But I won't. A boy your age deserves to have some secrets. As long as those secrets are between him and his favorite aunt. Did you cum all the way, Jim? Did it all come out?"

Ellen slid her hand down his heaving chest, over his belly and on to his cock. It was sticking straight up in his pants, and the front of his pants was quite damp as Ellen rubbed his cock and thrilled at the size of it, reached down and fondled his balls, and rhythmically rubbed his cock some more.

He couldn't answer her question. He could only grin and look down at the hand smoothly stroking his cock, and at the big pair of tits nestled up against him.

"Skinny, you've got me all weak in the knees. Let's sit down. And let's get you out of thou messy shorts."

With her hand on his cock, Jim would have followed his Aunt Ellen anywhere. She led him to the couch, sat him down, and poke to him in a smoothly authoritative way as she opened bit belt and his fly.

"Relax, Jim. There's nothing to be afraid of with me. I've seen cocks before, and I've even seen yours when you were little. But my oh my, how you've grown!" Ellen gripped his cock through the sodden front of his jockeys, and smiled slyly at him.

Jim's cock was still hard. Ellen had done her best to keep it that way. And Jim was till stunned by all that had happened to him in the five or ten minutes he'd been at his aunt's house. And now he was stunned, and embarrassed again, when his aunt pulled out the wet elastic waistband of his shorts and drew it down to expose his stiff cock, all wet with his jism.

"Oh, that's nice!" she said, and she meant it.

It had been far too long since Ellen had seen a cock of any size at all. She could barely keep tier cool outward composure under control as she touched it, thrilled at its satiny warmth. She beard him gasp as she drew down his tight foreskin, making the rosy red head of his cock pop into view. It was all glistening wet with his jism, but the shaft of his cock was as hard as could be as Ellen curled her fingers around it and gave it a loving squeeze.

"What's wrong, Jim? Does it bother you to have me play with your cock?"

"I'm sorry, I… Nobody ever touched me like that before. I just can't sit still. And to sit here and watch you doing it… it's so weird."

"It's supposed to bother you, Jim. It bothers me, too, in a very nice way. But here, let's get your pants down and clean you up a bit. First I'll help you off with your shoes."

He smelled tremendously boyish and sexy. His scents almost knocked Ellen out as she leaned down and stripped off his shoes and socks, and again as she helped him down with his pants and shorts. Helped him? She did it all, for by then he was so flustered and hot and confused he couldn't have helped her if he'd tried.

He was bare from the waist down now, and so there was no chance for him to get up and run off, no matter what she might do to him. And she wanted to do it all, all at once. But for now she kept snuggling up against him, teasing him unmercifully – and teasing herself as well – as she wiped the excess jism from his belly with his shorts and then tossed his sodden shorts aside.

Their breathing was heavy. His balls were right there in a tight sac between his lightly haired thighs. His fragrance was still very warm and sweet, and now as Ellen leaned down over his lap to breathe it in again, his lovely pink cock loomed so beautifully close to her face that she kept right on going till she had it in her mouth.

He gasped out a protest. She gripped his lean cockshaft more tightly, sucked on him very hard, salivating wildly at the taste of his fresh, young jism, at the almost forgotten feeling of cock, real cock in her mouth.

"Aunt Ellen! Uh! That hurts!"

She held him tighter, sucked him harder, easily able to ignore any protests he might make in her burning, lustful need to have a good, full taste of cock. He was churning his hips on the couch and weakly pushing at her. She was just short of biting his cock in her need to keep it in her mouth. She swirled her tongue all around it, lapping up any traces of jism she might find, and feeling the knob of his cock swell up to the point of bursting. Its ruddy red skin was so taut that it shined when at last she took her panting mouth from it, and indeed, it had swelled up even more from her heavy sucking on it.

"I hurt you?" she purred.

"I guess I'm not used to it. It was great, but it sort of hurt. I think I better go, Aunt Ellen. Those flowers, I got a job selling 'em, door to door. I gotta get dressed and go sell 'em."

"Oh? You brought them here to sell them to me? They weren't a present?" she said, and smoothly moved over him till she was on her knees, astraddle his lap.

His eyes were glazed over, and his face was almost as red as the knob of his cock as he said, "For you, they're a present. But I gotta get dressed and go sell the rest if I'm going to keep my job. Hey? What're you doing?"

"Taking off your tee shirt. Making you naked. A handsome boy like you shouldn't have any clothes on at all for the present I'm going to give him."

"P-present?" he said, hair all tousled now, and looking more beautifully boyish than ever.