I Made My Ex-Girlfriend’s Aunt Cum After Months Of Inappropriate Flirting [MF]

You know how they say your brain doesn’t finish developing until you’re like 25? Well, I fully agree with that assessment because when I was 23-years-old, I did something that was extremely stupid.

At 23-years-old, I had just moved to a new city and my only friend was my girlfriend at the time, Mía. We moved in together after college, which was pretty silly considering we had only been dating for nine months at the time. But we were both wanting to move to the same city and chase similar careers, so it made sense. Plus, rent was crazy expensive, and Mía had an aunt (Claudia) who lived in the area and graciously let us stay rent-free in her spare bedroom.

“You two are doing me a favor, I’m so lonely. I get so bored,” Claudia laughed when we arrived, “I keep talking to my cats, but they don’t ever talk back,” she added. Claudia had a noticeable accent. She spent the first half of her life in Mexico. Mía was actually born there as well, but her and her family moved to the states when she was still a baby.

Claudia was 49-years-old when we moved in, and I would say she looked her age. She didn’t look younger, but she didn’t look older either. She was short, had a little bit of extra weight, but it wasn’t easy to notice because she had fairly large breasts. She had the most amazing set of lips. The kind of lips people pay to get these days. But just to be clear here, she was not a model. She’s not someone who was turning heads walking down the street, at least not upon first glance. She was a fairly average 49-year-old woman with above average tits and near-perfect lips.

She worked as a manager at some apartment building, “I can get you two in there once you get settled in and start saving up,” she told us.

One month after moving in, Mía started an internship and was gone for around 10 hours every single work day. I also started a job, but mine was from home. At first, I remember hating it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not exactly an outgoing person who thrives in an office environment, but I went from being around thousands of people every single day to being around no one. It was a little isolating.

I remember getting so excited when Claudia would come home. She only worked outside the house for around four or five hours most days. She’d typically get home around one or two in the afternoon, and then I’d be done with my work an hour or two later. We started talking more. We’d cook together, she’d ask me to move boxes or help her in the garden. I was basically her assistant, which I didn’t mind because again, we were living in her home for free.

Plus, Claudia was lovely to be around. She was super sweet and hilarious. Sometimes she’d tell me about recent dates she had been on.

“He started talking about his sleep apnea and how he almost died,” she said while chopping up veggies in the kitchen, “And I felt bad for him, but I didn’t want to have sex with him after that. I was afraid I might kill him or something. I can’t have that on my, you know…” she waved the knife in the air as if it were a wand that would tell her the right word.

“Conscience?” I interrupted.

“Ah, yes. That’s it,” she smiled, “I feel like they all act so old. I’m not old!”

“Why don’t you go younger?”

“No way. They don’t know what they’re doing, and I don’t have time to teach them.”

“Some do,” I replied, watching her tits jiggle underneath her shirt as she chopped more vegetables. She rarely wore a bra while inside the home.

“What are you saying?” she asked me.

“That some younger guys know what they’re doing, that’s all.”

“And you’re one of them, huh?” she slid the chopped vegetables inside a large pot.

“My extreme fear of failure has some positives,” I shot back.

“Well then I guess Mía’s a lucky girl.”

We had several interactions like that throughout the months. Nothing that necessarily crossed the line, but it was flirty. There was “banter” as the Brits might say.

But then one day, Claudia came home from work in a terrible mood. As I mentioned previously, she was typically really sweet, but on this day? Watch the fuck out. She slammed the door when she entered, ranting about some work drama that I knew nothing about. I was still finishing up my own work, so I hadn’t cleaned up the kitchen yet from when I made lunch, which seemed to piss her off more.

“Why is the kitchen always dirty now? Why are there so many dishes in my sink?” she looked at me from inside the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, I was going to get to it after work.”

“Now I’m having to get to it after work,” she shot back quickly.

“What? No, I’ll do it in just a minute. I’m almost done,” I replied.

She rattled the dishes around in the sink and then stormed off to her bedroom. I finished up my work quickly and then went straight to the kitchen to clean up the mess. I did not want to experience all that again, so I made sure the kitchen was damn near immaculate by the time she came back out.

When she finally did come out (about an hour later) she was wearing a white robe and her hair was wet.

“I showered,” she said, sitting down next to me on the couch.

“I cleaned the kitchen,” I responded, which sparked a laugh from both of us.

“I’m sorry. I was in a bad mood, but I took a shower and took some deep breaths.”

“So you’re all good now?” I questioned.

“I’m like 90 percent good.” She replied.

“How do you get to 100?”

“Oh,” she laughed and then said something in Spanish.

“What’s that mean?”

“I’m, uh, I guess you would say frustrated… sexually.”

“Oh,” was all I could think to say.

“Yeah, oh,” she laughed.

“Well, there’s always masturbation,” I said, and honestly I didn’t even think about how it sounded flirtatious. I was genuinely just trying to think of solutions because that’s what stupid men do when approached by a woman sharing feelings.

“Tried that,” she said.

“What do you mean you tried?” I questioned.

“Sometimes you need something else,” she said, “We shouldn’t be talking about this,” she added, walking to the kitchen to get a drink of water. I watched her ass sway from side to side, her robe leaving little to the imagination. There was no denying it now. I was insanely turned on. She smelled so damn good too. I don’t know what she used in the shower, but it was working.

“But,” I spoke before thinking about my words.

“But what?”

“It’s just, I don’t want to experience that again,” I joked.

“Experience what?”

“Your mood when you came in from work. It made me really uncomfortable,” I laughed.

“You’re dumb,” she came back to the couch, “I wasn’t that mean,” she added.

“Nah, I guess not,” our legs were almost touching. There was a long silence. I swear it must have been at least three or four minutes of nothing but noise coming from the street outside.

“You couldn’t help anyway,” she said with a smirk.

“Help you with what?” I knew the answer, but wanted to hear her say it.

“Help me cum,” she spoke softly, almost as if she didn’t want to say it.

“I could make you cum,” I spoke confidently.

“I’m hard to please,” she replied.

“That may be, but I could make you cum,” I repeated myself.

“How would you make me cum?” she leaned back, resting herself against the couch cushion.

“Well, first, I’d grab that little knot in your robe and pull on it until it opened.”

“Mhm” she said, sounding unimpressed.

“Then I’d take in your beautiful body for a second. Maybe kiss your lips and then I’d kiss down your neck to your chest, until my face was buried between those fucking massive tits of yours. I’d suck on your nipples while sliding my hand down to your pussy… but I wouldn’t touch it. I’d just hover above it, maybe stroke the inside of your thighs gently. And then, when I feel your body begging for it, I’d slide down between your legs and press my mouth –”

Before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted, “Show me,” she nearly moaned. I hesitated for a brief second, thinking about my girlfriend. I should have stopped things, but the whole brain thing remember?

I reached out to the knot in her robe and slowly pulled it open, revealing her gorgeous tits for the first time. They were more than a handful and had a slight sag to them, but they were so soft and inviting. I followed my description of events, kissing her lips briefly before moving down to her neck and the finally her tits. I kissed all over them. I could not get enough of them. My hand roughly squeezed one breast while my mouth attacked the other. She moaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Her breasts were so damn inviting. I opened my mouth wide and tried to suck on as much titty as humanly possible.

Then, my hand traveled down between her legs. I could feel the warmth from her pussy, but I didn’t touch it. I ran my fingertips up and down her smooth thighs as my tongue circled around her hardened nipples.

She lifted her hips up a bit, trying to bring my hand to her pussy, “Please,” she moaned. I smiled up at her and then kissed down her soft stomach until I was just inches away from her pussy. I planted soft kisses in every spot near her pussy before finally making contact with her clit, “Ah!” she cried out, almost as if she was in pain.

But her desperate movements against my mouth let me know she was loving it. She grabbed my hair and held tight as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked, occasionally gliding my tongue over it.

“Fuck,” she moaned and then said something in Spanish. I dropped my hand down to tease her opening with my finger. I then slid two fingers inside, curling them up just a bit. She pulled on my hair gently as I flicked her clit with my tongue. My fingers continued to massage her pussy. I could feel her wetness coming down my hand at this point.

She was moaning loudly and most everything she said was in Spanish, but she would occasionally drop in a, “yes, please,” as she continued to pull on my hair. I knew I was in complete control at this point, so I removed my mouth from her clit, but left my fingers inside her pussy. I continued to finger fuck her as I moved up her body and kissed her gently. I then kissed down her chin, to her neck, and then up to her ear, “Do you want to cum now?” I whispered. She let out a, “Uh huhhh” in between moans. Her right foot was grinding against the bulge in my pants.

I went back down and pressed my mouth against her clit, sucking on it with more pressure and flicking it with my tongue. She let out a high-pitched moan as her body lifted up from the couch cushion. She nearly fell off the couch. Her thighs locked me in as she came hard all over my fingers and mouth. I licked up all her juices and slowly worked my fingers out of her pussy as she came down from the high. When I looked up at her, she had a hand over her forehead and her head titled back out of exhaustion.

I looked up at her, still between her legs, “I told you I could make you cum,” I smiled.

“Mmm,” she replied, “You need to move.”

“Why?”

“Because if you don’t, I might ask you to do it again.”

“I don’t mind,” I smiled.

“No, this is wrong. No, no, no,” she kept saying to herself as she lifted her leg up above me and kinda rolled off the couch. She walked down the hall toward her bedroom and then stopped briefly, “But thank you,” she said softly without even turning around.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zehn18/i_made_my_exgirlfriends_aunt_cum_after_months_of