The washing machine - Sex Stories

The washing machine

... the curls at the back of her neck that had escaped her pony tail made me want to kiss her neck. . "Hurry up, Jake, I can't hold it alone!" The urgency in her voice made me forget my problems. I moved behind her and held the vibrating machine with my hands so close to hers. For a few seconds, I was able to keep my cock away from her butt but she asked me to hold it firmer and I forgot all about my bulge. I may have been imagining things but I felt her lean back a little when I moved closer but dismissed the thought immediately. This was my Aunt and I didn't think she would do such a thing. Her body vibrated against mine, relaying the machine's vibration directly to mine. Her soft body did a lot more than the hard metal did to lovingly convey the hard vibrations. I leaned against her body feeling the warmth and her fragrance. I knew it must be her natural body fragrance as she must have just got up and freshened up to go jogging. It gave me a heady feeling making me lose control slightly. It was as if an unseen hand was pushing me to do things that only existed in my wildest dreams. I wondered what she would let me do. Would we eventually end up having sex? I shuddered involuntarily at the thought. I decided to take things slow and see how she would react. There was no way she couldn't feel the hard cock rubbing against her. So, I first pushed lightly against her moving slowly into her body. After the first push she didn't respond nor did she move away. I waited for a few ...

... seconds and moved even closer if that was actually possible! I felt her pushing back but it was impossible to tell. I was now sure that she knew what I was doing. But nothing in her behavior encouraged me. I was starting to get worried. I started to wonder if I was I imagining it and would I get into trouble? In the mean time, it was lovely to feel it against her softness coupled with the vibration. I have done this with a pillow a few times but this was way better. I got bolder with every passing second, started digging into her butt. I wished hard for the button on my shorts to come off so that I could rub my naked cock head against her shorts and sadly I didn't have the guts to do something about it. Her butt was as soft as a pillow and I wanted to hold it in my hands and squeeze it. I pushed her towards the machine wanting her crotch to make contact with the vibrating edge. I think I might have succeeded as I heard a small exclamation and she tried to jump back meeting my unrelenting body and finding that there was no where to go. She still didn't say anything. I felt her move forward towards the edge. There was no way this was an accident. "Hold it harder Jake, I think its getting worse!" It was getting worse indeed and the washing machine vibration was not the only thing getting worse. My heart was going pitter patter. I badly wanted to do something more, but I felt paralyzed out of fear of something going wrong or Aunt Em changing her mind. "Aunt Em, I can't get any closer, ...