Aunt Sally Part One [this part, MF]

I spent my senior year with my Aunt Sally. Dad took an interstate work posting and Mum joined him and I was fuming. Like an orphan boy they dropped me off and I waited for her to come home from work in an hour or two. We only saw her for weddings and funerals but she was always cute and cheerful but that couldn’t compensate for my disruption. I let myself in and dropped my bag in the hall and looked forlornly in the unfamiliar fridge. Nothing. Looked in the spare, now my sparse room. Double bed, nice.

Aunt Sally was my Dad’s sister-in-law, her once-husband, Dad’s brother had walked out on and divorced. I don’t remember the time but Mum and Dad had helped keep Sally sane through the breakup hence her being an annex of our family. Walking into her room I sat on her king bed. It was low, almost a squat, the top end overflowing with pillows of every hue. Resting my hands above my head I stretched languidly as I pulled my feet up. My hand nudged something hard under there and came out grasping a rod-like device with a second prong half way up. I’m no prude but I know a rabbit when I see one but the fabric was soft and smooth but the pulsations were strong when I tried the two controls, humming out of my hands. That humming alone was enough to start my boner. I’m 18 – doesn’t take much. Of course, Aunt Sally was a woman and a single one at that.

Aunt Sally was a little shorter, and to be accurate a little soft around the middle but a bubbly character that makes a friend of anyone. I’ve seen her talk a parking ticket into an invitation to “take all the time you want”. This was a curious find but then, it wasn’t left out. I tried to put it back exactly as it was and rearrange the cushions like I wasn’t there but my curiosity was now on fire. I poked around the other pillows without joy. Do people put stuff under mattresses any more? I poked down one side up the other, a strap. Actually four straps with D-rings between the base and the mattress. Whatever. My hard-on was thick in my pants, I was alone and so I fished it out, waistband of my cotton shorts beneath my cock and balls. A couple of strokes had me at full mast as I opened the bedside drawer. An off-brand ipad and an envelope. The envelope had thick piles of those little Instax photos. I pulled out a wad and started to flick through. The laughing face of Aunt Sally and other people. Hang on, one of a huge glossy cock. I stopped and studied it, straining and stroking my own more modest cock. The next showed Aunt Sally casually grasping it by the root, fingers not meeting around it, her face looking away but smiling. The next image shook me. Her lips tight over the head of this monster, her eyes looking onto the lens, a little tear welling on her eyelid. Much of the cock was enveloped by both her hands and I thought I could almost sense a little blur like movement.

I hadn’t noticed that my cock had begun to drool and i spread it up and down the shaft imagining that this sensation was Aunt Sally’s hands, the head about to enter her hot mouth when -ugh fuck, come. Spurt one arced onto the bed, spurt two fell shorter on the edge of the envelope and I couldn’t resist but roughly pump until I was drained, without remorse about the mess I was making, aware that my moans filled the house.

Continued to Part 2

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