The washing machine - Sex Stories

The washing machine

... I am doing the best I can!" My voice was almost a croak, over the racket made by the machine. The next thing that happened made me weak in the knees like a school girl. She got on her toes lifting herself and pushing a few inches forward leaving me enough space to move forward. She was now about to straddle the edge of the machine. I wondered what I should do next. I felt her hand reaching back and pulling me towards her so that my cock in its glory rested on the edge, still covered by the material of my shorts. I was lucky that the shorts were loose to accommodate its full length. I hoped the flimsy button that held the opening for the crotch would remain buttoned although it was a mixed feeling. (BTW I am about 6.5 inches.). She calmly descended her crotch on it imprisoning me. I was dumbstruck. "That feels better," she sighed. I didn't dare say anything. Here I was with my dick on top of a vibrating washing machine with my aunt practically sitting on it. I was not very sure, but I felt pretty certain that she was starting to move on it, albeit slowly. I just kept my big mouth shut as this was a moment that was beyond words and I knew words would spoil it. She reached for one of my hands and pulled it forward across her breasts. "Hold me Jake or I might fall." I kept silent and held her breasts. My cock was lovingly held by my aunt securely against the delicious vibration. I could feel her heat permeating through the shorts giving me more thoughts about what was going to ...

... happen next. Her breasts were so spongy and soft. I held them for what seemed like ages and slowly kneaded them. I think I heard her moan, gently rocking against my cock which was harder than ever. I felt her prodding the top of my cock that was protruding from under her crotch. She gently lifted herself making me wonder what she was doing. It was a few seconds later that I realized that she was unbuttoning the opening. My cock came out like a bull out of a pen. Now almost the full length of it lay like a head of a snake on the white metal top. She gently lowered her crotch back onto my throbbing cock. The warm vibrating metal and her loving crotch made me gasp. "Oh my, Jake, the poor thing was trapped all this time! Did it hurt?" "Yes, Aunt Em," was all I could manage. She held my cock head between her thumb and forefinger playing with the foreskin. She raised her hand to her mouth and moistened it with her lovely tongue and lubricated my cock. Her fingers slid easily over the head making me moan involuntarily. The fact that I could not see what she was doing made it even more erotic. Somewhere down the line, she moved slightly back, off the machine and with my hard cock now leaving the smooth metal and the flesh I felt a bit disappointed. But she was not going to stop. She lathered my cock with a generous amount of saliva again. Then she made me put it back between her thighs, sans the washing machine and squeezed them together trapping my cock deliciously. I started to move ...