“Oh yes, stud,” she moaned. “Pound me with that huge fucking dick.”
Spinning back to the earlier flirtation, I quipped, “I’m hammering away just like you wanted.”
“Oh yes you are,” she moaned, as she began bouncing back on my cock, meeting my forward thrusts.
Her moans were getting louder, and after a couple minutes of both of us fucking each other with reckless aggression, I could tell she was close.
Then she did something I’d never felt before.
She somehow tightened her cunt around my cock, while still being excessively wet.
“Don’t stop fucking me you mother fucker,” she said, furiously bouncing back on my cock with a lust I’d never seen or felt before.
“Don’t you mean aunt fucker?” I corrected.
“Yes, until later tonight,” she moaned.
“What?” I asked, as sweat dripped down me: wishing I would have taken off my suit jacket at least.
“Just keep slamming that big salami stick in my cunt,” she demanded, leaving me with a big question.
She was implying Mom wanted to fuck me.
Had she made that implication deliberately? Had Mom said something? What did Aunt Carol know that I didn’t?
“Oh God, fuck yes, fuck, you’re fucking amazing, fuck me, shit, yes!” she screamed, as her orgasm hit her and she collapsed forward, my cock slipping out of her.
I could have kept fucking her; but I wanted to taste that fresh pussy, so I flipped her onto her back and buried my face in her flooding cunt.
“Oh God!” she moaned, her legs wrapping around my head. “You’re going to be visiting auntie a lot.”
I lapped up her tangy wetness while imagining stopping by her house for a fuck… wishing I lived closer… wishing I’d known about her proclivities when I was still in high school.
I love eating pussy and hers was one of the wettest, tangiest yet.
I was lapping eagerly, she was moaning still, when there was a knock at the door.
“Fuck!” she sighed, “you haven’t come yet.”
I got off the bed and grabbed my pants. I whispered, “Rain check. Yes I know, I still owe you a cunt deposit.”
She slowly got off the bed as there was another knock.
“I’m coming,” I called out.
“I wish that was true,” she smiled, as she fixed her outfit and I buckled my belt.
“Hurry up,” Mom called out.
I went to the door and opened it.
“What took so long?” Mom asked.
“We were on the balcony,” I lied.
“Oh,” she said, as she walked in with a bottle of wine in her hand.
She looked around and said, “There is no balcony.”
Busted! I thought to myself, my quick thinking sabotaged by facts.
Mom shocked me again as she sighed, glaring at her oldest sister, “You already fucked him, didn’t you?”
“In my defense,” Aunt Carol pointed out, “you arrived before he could come… a second time.”
“But you obviously did,” Mom said, as I stood there bewildered.
“Yeah, and his cock is as big as you said it was,” auntie replied, giving me a wink as I stood there speechless.
“I thought we agreed I’d get to fuck him first,” Mom complained, shock compounding shock.
“I just let you think that,” Carol said. “I’m the oldest, I get dibs.”
“He’s my Son,” Mom said with twisted logic, clearly annoyed.