Aunt Virginia - Sex Stories

Aunt Virginia

... take a few minutes to warm up. Why don't you get comfortable while I fix us a snack?" She indicated that I should sit up by the head of the bed so I could lean back against the headboard. I complied as she went into the bathroom. I could hear her moving around in there, making bottles clink and stuff. After a while, she went into another part of the apartment, the kitchen, I figured, then came back into the bedroom. I hardly looked up until she sat beside me. The bed creaked a bit, and the mattress shifted, making me lean toward her as she added her weight, but what made me turn toward her was the perfume. It snuck into my nostrils and tickled me in a way I did not understand. I felt a stirring in my shorts. When I turned to say something, I stopped. I must have looked comical as I tried to make sense of it. My aunt was dressed in a bathrobe kind of thing, but it was made of real thin red material with a black edge, and I could see right through it. She was skinnier than my mother, except her breasts, and she was real pretty. I stammered a little, not knowing quite what to say. I didn't understand why I was blushing or why my little pecker was beginning to feel good. "Aunt Virginia, I can see through your clothes." That was my strategy as a c***d: when stuck for something to say, state the obvious. "And, do you like what you see?" she was evidently pleased that I had noticed. She shifted closer, and put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to her breasts. I had ...

... forgotten the television. I understood none of what was going on, but was nevertheless a captive of her seductive charms. The aroma of her perfume and the soft mass of her breast had all of my attention. A large nipple was just under the fabric near my eyes, and I focussed on it, watching it stiffen under my gaze. The center of it puckered and stood like a brown gumdrop. I felt her hand in my lap. She rolled away and stood at the side of the bed, opening her robe to bare what I could already see. "Aren't you hot?" she asked, a gleam in her eye. I understood only that she wanted me to take off my clothes. I shucked my jeans down my legs, and she helped, pulling them over my feet. Then, grasping the waistband of my briefs, she pulled them down, too, revealing my pecker, standing stiffly. It was probably three or four inches long, if that, but she looked at it like it was heavensent, her eyes never leaving it as she helped my pull my t-shirt off. Then, kneeling on the floor beside me, she hugged me to her again. The softness of her large breasts cradled my head like a huge pillow. One of those gumdrop nipples was just in front of my mouth, and, without thinking, I closed my lips around it, sucking on it as if I had never been weaned. Aunt Virginia moaned and held my head tightly against her with one hand while she fondled my little prick with the other. "That's right, honey. Suck on my tit. Bite it, honey." I bit, and she pulled away suddenly. "Oh! Not so hard, honey! Bite it gently, ...