I showed up at Aunt Lena's place on a hot Saturday afternoon, thinking I'd just crash for the weekend after my breakup. She opened the door in a tight tank top and shorts that barely covered her ass, her tits spilling out like they were begging for it. At 42 she was still built like sin, thick thighs, wide hips, and that knowing smirk she always gave me. "Come on in, nephew," she said, voice low. I dropped my bag and followed her inside, eyes glued to the way her ass swayed.
We didn't make it past the kitchen. She poured us both a drink, then turned and pressed her body against mine. "You've been staring at these tits since you were old enough to get hard," she whispered, grabbing my hand and slapping it onto her breast. Her nipple was already stiff. I squeezed hard, feeling the weight, and she moaned like a slut who knew exactly what she wanted. My cock was rock hard in seconds, straining against my jeans.
"Fuck, Aunt Lena," I growled, spinning her around and bending her over the counter. I yanked her shorts down, no panties underneath, and her bare pussy was already glistening. I slapped her ass, watching it jiggle, then dropped to my knees and buried my face between her cheeks. I licked her from clit to asshole, tongue fucking her wet hole while she pushed back against my mouth. "Eat that aunt pussy, you dirty boy," she hissed, reaching back to spread herself wider. I sucked on her swollen clit until she was dripping down my chin.
She spun around, dropped to her knees, and ripped my pants open. My cock sprang out and she swallowed it whole, gagging as she took every inch down her throat. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits as she bobbed fast, sucking like she was starving for it. "That's it, choke on your nephew's dick," I said, grabbing her hair and fucking her face. She looked up at me with watery eyes, mascara starting to run, and moaned around my shaft.
I pulled her up, lifted her onto the counter, and slammed into her in one thrust. Her cunt was tight and soaked, gripping me like it was made for my cock.
I pounded her hard, the counter shaking, her big tits bouncing with every stroke. "Fuck me harder, fill your aunt's pussy," she begged, legs wrapped around me. I grabbed her throat, squeezed just enough, and drove deeper, balls slapping against her ass. She came first, screaming and squirting around my dick, soaking the floor.
We didn't stop. I carried her to the couch, bent her over the arm, and took her from behind again, this time sliding a finger into her tight asshole while I fucked her cunt. She pushed back, taking both, moaning like a whore. "You love your aunt's holes, don't you?" she taunted. I answered by pulling out and ramming into her ass, stretching her open. She howled and came again, clenching around my cock.
I flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and fucked her face-to-face, watching her expression twist with every thrust. Sweat slicked our bodies. I slapped her tits, pinched her nipples, told her what a filthy aunt slut she was. She came a third time, nails digging into my back, and I finally unloaded deep inside her pussy, pumping rope after rope until it leaked out around my shaft.
We lay there panting, her fingers tracing my chest. "Round two in the shower," she said with that same smirk. I was already getting hard again. That weekend turned into every chance we could steal, raw and filthy, no guilt, just endless fucking.
