My aunt is a pro Vol. 3 with special guest
I went home the next day after that threesome with the biggest smile on my face. The sight of my cousin’s ass rippling as I fucked her from behind while she buried her face in my aunt’s pussy was burned into my mind. I daydreamed about it constantly, so much that people started asking if I was okay.
The week dragged on slowly again. I started going over there less and less during the week because seeing her without being able to touch her was too stressful. Friday finally came, and I was already devising ways to get my aunt alone inside the house.
I pulled up to my uncle’s house at 4:30 p.m. People were already there. The music was loud—so loud I could hear it as I approached, mixed with the faint sound of water splashing in the pool. I walked in and saw my aunt Lisa sitting on the same couch I had fucked her on. She was wearing a small pair of jean shorts, a tight white t-shirt, black Nike ankle socks, and Nike slides.
“Sweetie, you made it!!” Aunt Lisa exclaimed.
I walked over to give her one of those typical aunt/nephew hugs, but she gripped me extremely tight, running her fingers along my neck. I could feel her hard nipples poking through her shirt. My cock started to grow, so I quickly pulled away.
“Have you talked to Sarah?” Aunt Lisa asked.
“No, why?”
“She was supposed to be here early today to help me set up, but I couldn’t get ahold of her.”
Sarah absolutely loves my aunt, so ghosting her like that was incredibly strange.
“That’s not good. I’ll call her.”
I called Sarah once. Nothing. I called again—still nothing. After a while, I grabbed a beer, mingled with the guests in the backyard (where 95% of the parties always revolved around), then walked back inside and tried her again. The phone rang and went to voicemail. I was starting to get worried. It wasn’t like her to ignore me, and definitely not like her to ignore Aunt Lisa. I could tell my aunt was getting more worried by the minute.
“There’s really nothing I can do at this point, Aunt Lisa. If I don’t hear from her in an hour, I’ll drive to her apartment and check.”
With that, we headed outside and rejoined the party. About half an hour later, my aunt got up and went inside. I wanted to follow her, but fucking around with her when I might have to drive to Sarah’s soon didn’t seem like a good idea, so I stayed put.
I got caught up in conversation with my aunt’s neighbor Julia. She was the first pair of tits I had ever seen in the flesh years ago. It was kind of like the Aunt Lisa situation—I had opened the bathroom door that was usually locked when someone was inside. There she was: her t-shirt crumpled on the floor, her pink bikini top tied around the middle of her body, the strings hanging past her waist. She yelled at me, of course. I was young then—no older than 15. She had nice tits. I’m not usually a fan of big breasts, but hers were decent. Anyway, back to the story.
I got lost in conversation with her until my phone started ringing. It was a FaceTime from Aunt Lisa. I answered, ready to apologize for not leaving yet, but I was greeted by the sight of both her and Sarah in my aunt’s master bathroom. Sarah was completely naked on the sink counter while Aunt Lisa flicked her tongue across her clit. I stood up so fast I knocked my drink over onto Julia. I quickly stuffed my phone in my pocket so no one could see and started cleaning up the mess. As soon as I finished, I went straight to one of the guest bathrooms, locked the door, and pulled my phone back out.
Aunt Lisa was still eating Sarah out. Sarah looked amazing, holding her hair up with one hand as her tight body squirmed every time my aunt’s tongue passed over her clit. Aunt Lisa stood there with her jean shorts and panties around her ankles, fingering her own pussy. I wanted to run straight to the bathroom and join them, but I knew I couldn’t. Aunt Lisa and Sarah being in the bathroom together wasn’t unusual—they’d done it plenty of times—so no one would bat an eye. Me showing up, on the other hand, would be strange. So I started jerking off.
I watched as Aunt Lisa stood up, kicked her shorts and panties aside, and traded places with Sarah. Sarah licked Aunt Lisa’s pussy, pushing her legs up to reach her ass every now and then.
Aunt Lisa was getting loud. I could tell she was close because her toes started curling. I turned my volume down and kept going. Soon Aunt Lisa’s body began to shake. Sarah took her own panties and stuffed them in Aunt Lisa’s mouth before licking her to orgasm. It wasn’t long before I was close too. I watched Aunt Lisa eat Sarah’s pussy until she came, and then I exploded. Aunt Lisa stood up, kissed the phone screen, and the FaceTime ended.
I cleaned up, lit a cigarette, sat for a moment, then left the bathroom. I start walking then I heard Sarah call out.
“Hey dork, come here.”
I followed her into a spare bedroom.
“Tf do you want?”
We always talked silly to each other—sometimes pretty mean, but it was all in love.
“Your cock. Pull it out.”
Without hesitation, I did. This time she didn’t drop to her knees. She leaned over and wrapped her lips around my soft cock. It didn’t take long to get hard again. She licked up and down my shaft, her tongue sliding over the head every time she reached the top. Sarah paused to pull her jeans and panties down to her knees, then continued sucking. She deep-throated me repeatedly with no gagging at all. Then she stopped, stroked my cock, kissed me softly, and whispered,
“Fuck me.”
Simple but effective. I turned her around, bent her over the bed, and slid my slippery cock inside her. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but I was worried someone might hear the smacking sounds, so I thrust just enough to satisfy me while keeping it quiet. I fucked her like that for a while until I was ready to cum again.
She got down on her knees and opened her mouth. I stroked myself faster and faster, sliding the head over her outstretched tongue a few times before shooting hot cum into her mouth. She swished it around, showed me, then swallowed. Sarah sucked me again, making sure she got every last drop. We pulled our pants up, left the room, and walked downstairs. She headed to the backyard while I sat on the couch in the living room.
A few minutes later, the sliding door opened and people started piling in. Just in time, I thought to myself as I watched some of them head upstairs to the guest bathrooms. I texted Sarah asking why she was late but never got a reply. I didn’t care, though. She was safe, and that was all that mattered.
It was about 6:30 by then—the usual peak of the party. The house was packed. People were in the kitchen getting drinks and food, others were in the living room shooting the shit, and the basement was full of older drunk people playing pool. I knew I couldn’t get Aunt Lisa alone now, and it was frustrating. Just imagine having a gorgeous woman who would gladly suck the cum right out of you, but you can’t find a place to make it happen.
So I relaxed and went into full party mode. I started putting beers away like they were soda. I talked to people inside and outside, all while carefully stealing glances at Aunt Lisa.
I noticed she was still wearing her socks and slides, which was very odd. She was always barefoot around me. She hadn’t worn a bikini either, even though she usually laid by the pool in one just to drive the guys crazy. She was sitting on the couch across from me, so I pulled out my phone and texted her.
“Why are you wearing socks? I can’t stare at your toes.”
“Because you can’t pull them off me if I’m barefoot, silly boy.”
“How do we find a way to be alone for a while?” I replied.
Aunt Lisa got up and walked to her room. She returned a moment later with a set of keys in her hand.
“Drive me to the store, sweetie,” she said out loud.
I hesitated at first because I’d been drinking for the last hour, but the thought of what awaited me quickly overrode any worry. We walked out through the garage and into the van. As soon as we pulled out of the neighborhood, she threw her socked feet into my lap.
“They’re all yours, sweetie.”
I gently removed her socks. Her bare feet arched in my lap. One traveled up my arm while the other moved back and forth over my cock.
“Get them nice and wet, sweetie.”
I happily obliged, sucking her toes for a few minutes as we drove around aimlessly.
“They’re pretty wet, Aunt Lisa,” I said, pulling them out of my mouth.
“Good. Now take your cock out.”
I quickly pulled my pants down around my thighs. She wrapped those wet feet around my cock and started stroking slowly. They started drying up after a while, so I’d lift them to my mouth to get them wet again before placing them back on my dick. Her soles were incredibly soft, and the ridges teased my cock every time she reached the top.
I pulled into a Walmart parking lot and parked in the back.
“You know, sweetie, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a thing for your aunt’s feet.”
I already knew she knew, and she already knew I knew, but hearing her tease me turned me on even more.
“Do you wanna fuck your aunt, sweetie? Do you wanna stuff your cock inside your aunt?”
“Yes, Aunt Lisa. More than anything.”
Her feet pulled back. She slipped off her jean shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She climbed into the back of the van and pulled the shades down on the windows.
I was nervous at first—I’d never had sex in public before—but when I turned and saw Aunt Lisa playing with her pussy wearing nothing but that tight t-shirt, the nervousness quickly turned into pure lust.
I squeezed through the seats and joined her in the back. She laid the seat down, and I got between her legs. I pushed my cock in slowly.
Aunt Lisa let out an “Oh my god” as I bottomed out.
I pulled back and pushed in again, just as slow.
“Just like that, sweetie. You know exactly what I like”
I fucked her slow for a while, just the way she wanted, only pausing to pull my pants the rest of the way off. I gradually sped up until my cock and balls were slamming against her.
“Fuck baby! Mmmm! Oh fuck!”
I pushed her shirt up over her tits. This whole thing had started with my hands on her breasts, so I had to see them. They bounced beautifully as I pounded her pussy. Aunt Lisa lifted one and started licking her own nipple. I fucked her like that until…
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Aunt Lisa exclaimed. “Suck my toes while I cum, sweetie!”
I gladly obliged. I fucked her as hard as I could while sucking her toes.
“Oh my god sweetie! Fuck your aunt’s pussy! Oh fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkk!”
Her body convulsed with ecstasy as her creamy white cum covered my dick and her pussy.
“Oh my god, baby, you sure do know how to fuck your aunt.”
She patted the seat beside her. “Sit here, sweetie.”
I sat down. Aunt Lisa knelt between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. I had missed that mouth. Her tongue was like a tool designed only to extract my cum. After about two minutes of her sucking, I was ready to explode. I didn’t say anything this time—I just let her do what she did best. Then boom—my cum shot into her mouth. Her lips never left my cock the entire time. That tongue… holy shit, that fucking tongue moved so perfectly it made my orgasm feel a thousand times better. She finished me off and swallowed.
We got dressed and drove back to the house. I looked over at Aunt Lisa, who had her legs stretched out with her bare feet resting on the dashboard, and wondered how a perfect specimen of a woman like her could let me touch her. I was average on a good day. So I asked her.
“Why do you let me touch you? I’m not big and handsome like my uncle.”
She looked at me, confused for a moment.
“Sweetie, you are so sweet to me. Why do you think I call you sweetie all the time? And you’re so darn cute. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“I know, but my uncle is this massive towering guy and I’m only 5’9”, 160 soaking wet.”
“That has nothing to do with it. Here, I’ll tell you. You stared at me a lot. I mean a lot. Your uncle hardly touches me anymore, and the way you got lost in my body made me feel wanted again. The day I caught you staring at my pussy in the backyard was the day I knew I was gonna let you fuck me.”
I was shocked—not about why she liked me, but about my uncle not touching her.
“Why doesn’t he touch you?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. He just doesn’t, and it’s been like that for a while. I hadn’t had an orgasm from a real person for almost a year until we had sex that first time. But now I have you. You fuck me better than your uncle ever could.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the shoulder.
“We only see each other once a week. The days go by so slow now. We gotta figure out how to see each other more often during the week.”
We pulled into her driveway just as that last sentence ended. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then kissed me for a second.
“We’ll figure something out, sweetie, because I get frustrated too. Let’s enjoy the rest of the day.”