Fucking my Aunt Jenna. Part Four.My Uncle Mark would never know the absolute prize he had married, I

Fucking my Aunt Jenna. Part Four.My Uncle Mark would never know the absolute prize he had married, I grumbled to myself as I took another sip of coffee at the kitchen table. My aunt was one woman in a thousand and well the bastard should know it. Despite my promises to behave with patience around him, I could not stop my thoughts from straying to the nights my aunt and I had shared between us; my Aunt Jenna being my first true lover and to this day by far the hottest. Even as my uncle went on bitching and complaining about the various pains of married life, I envied the man and wondered what it might have been like if life had gone the way I had once foolishly dreamed.As I said, my aunt and I had been lovers. Ever since my second year of college, straight through my Master’s degree my life seemed to be a blur of studying, acing tests, working hard on one thesis or another, and hauling ass like hell in my old beat up camaro to pound ten more loads of cum between my aunt’s long, firm, and inviting legs. By the time I had graduated I had even shared with her my dream of taking her somewhere we were not known, Of taking her as a wife. Maybe fucking a few kids into her. Living happily ever after. She was only ten or so years my senior despite being my mother’s sister, so the idea was not that far outstretched. Then came the day I had come over to find her with Mark. He was steady, respectable, owned a successful contracting firm, and was far more safe a bet than some young kid just coming out of college with a degree in his hand and only a dented old camaro to his name. I could not blame her. Even if she had gone with my idea, my mom would have murdered both of us before we got a mile down the road.But Mark was still a serious asshole. He might even be called a borderline misogynist. He only saw women as either fit to clean the house and to bear children. He always mocked Aunt Jenna’s inability to conceive and said that it was a good thing she knew how to cook so well or else he might regret having made the decision to marry her. Even so their love life was nothing near what she shared with himself whenever and where ever they got the chance. He and his aunt still managed to make love whenever they got themselves alone, especially on the weekends when Mark was over in the next town overseeing some special project or other. It had not taken the two of them long at all to fall back into each other’s arms. Jenna was still the hottest woman he’d ever met; her long brown hair glided down from her shoulders, down her feminine curves and straight down to the firmest, hottest ass any twenty-something beach-queen would be jealous of. Even with the years, her breasts showed only the slightest sag, still attracting the lustful attention of every man that passed. Including myself. She still affected me, getting my pulse racing and my cock throbbing hard even after all the intervening years. It was another one of those weekends when Mark would be off somewhere leaving the two of them alone to each other’s company. Jenna always thought he would be out fucking whores while he was away over the weekend, not that she actually cared anymore. I suggested that we go out for the night; have dinner at a new restaurant that had opened up where no one knew us. At first she rejected the idea, terrified of being caught with me, but eventually came around. After all it had been years since she had been out on a real date, being wined and dined and swept across a dance floor. And even if Mark found out there was little guilt in having dinner out with her nephew.She had even bought herself a new dress for the occasion; a sexy little royal blue wrap dress which showed not only her perfect hourglass figure but long, sexy miles of her stockinged legs. Jenna was, among other things, an avid cyclist and it showed in the way her firm, shapely legs drew stares from everyone at the restaurant. And I do mean everyone, men and women included. The night stretched into early morning as we danced under the moonlit and starry sky. Jenna had forgotten the last night she had gotten out like this, daring to get a tad tipsy in the presence of a gentleman as we kissed and fondled each other across the dance floor. With the music playing and the moonlight shining in her hair, she simply took my breath away. And I was sure to let her know it. “Thank you…” she whispered shyly.“For what?” I answered, “I’m only being honest with you. I wish I could tell you that every day. And night.”“Still. Thank you for this evening. For everything.” she replied.I just smiled and after a thought, smiled a wicked grin and asked, “That’s it? Just a thank you? I was hoping for more.”She gave me a look as she swatted my shoulder playfully, “Let’s see after we get home. You have been a very good boy recently. You might deserve a reward. Something special, perhaps.”I laughed at her comment but it was not long until I had her in my new (used but classic) Pontiac Executive and speeding home. Being so late the road was deserted and we were making good time, although I fought not to slam the pedal into the floor and ram the car into light-speed in my eagerness to get her back in bed. All I could think about was how easy it would be to slide that dress open once we were alone. The dream of her naked body falling onto mine as we made love into the morning was driving me crazy. And it showed.“Hey now. Would you just look at that?” she cooed happily, “I think something is growing down there.” She gasped in mock disgust as she noticed my hard-on pressing hard against the front of my trousers, the strain actually unzipping my pants and giving her a randy view of the head of my cock as it sought to escape its prison.“Wow!”, she laughed, astonished by its behavior, “Its still growing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that eager. Hell its simply bursting out of your zipper. I don’t think it’ll able to resist it until we reach home.”My breath grew heavy and short as my eyes flicked from the dark country road to my aunt. She had reached down between my legs and unzipped my pants fully, drawing the length of my shaft out to stroke it slowly and lovingly in her hand. “I’ve changed my mind, Paul. You are a bad, bad boy.” she chided even as I watched the lust come alive in her eyes. I was still focused on my driving as she whispered into my ear, her voice a lusty mix of lady and slut. “You want it don’t you? Tell me you don’t and I’ll put him right back in its place.”I looked up and down the road nervously. The road was still lonely. Maybe a lone truck or car might go by but none would get a glimpse of my aunt sucking off her nephew in his car. I gave a short nod, my cock throbbing in her hand and with a conceited grin, she lowered herself to take me in between her lips. ‘Ah… Mmmmm… Yes… So fucking gooood…” she purred as I felt her warm mouth wrapped around my cock. I tried like hell to focus on the road but her talented tongue and insanely suctioning lips were a distraction that I could not easily ignore. Looking at me with a smile on her face, she grabbed the belt of my trousers as I lifted my ass, and soon they were pulled halfway down my hips. Before I even had time to let loose a moan, she enveloped my cock with her hot mouth, and my body involuntarily shuttered. She slid up and down with her mouth, slowly tasting every inch of my throbbing meat before she released my cock from her mouth, dragging a thick string of spit from the head as her lips broke the vacuum-like seal. For the life of me I could not understand what was running through my uncle’s head, treating my aunt like so much dog-shit when he was married to the ever-loving goddess of cock-sucking. Jenna gave me one last heated look and slid down to flutter her viper-like tongue along my shaft. “Is this what you want, baby?” she asked. Instead of responding, I grabbed her head and forced her back down and she opened wide to take me back into her mouth. I felt her hand working my balls as her tongue swirled around my pre-cum leaking head. Once she felt me shuddering under her, reflexively thrusting my cock up into her throat, she again broke her mouth away and licked up my shaft, starting at my balls and working her way up until she reached the tip of my head wiping away the pre-cum as she smiled up into my gaze.I swerved the car over to the right side of the road as I pulled myself together and caressed her hair. I could no longer keep concentrating on the road and I didn’t want to be found dead in a car wreck with cock buried in my aunt’s throat. “Fuck. I cant drive anymore. You have my head spinning so hard I can’t see the damned road.”My aunt did not have time to do anything but smile and laugh about it as I got out of the car, practically jumping over the hood, and dragged her into the backseat. Without missing a beat, my aunt slid in and got into position in the spacious back seat of the sedan, which is why I bought the damned thing. She wiped away the lingering drool that fell around her lips and looked around nervously, still not convinced that we were alone and safe from discovery even on this dark and deserted stretch of the road. She was still a married woman and was terrified some nosy neighbor would end up revealing us to her asshole of a husband. As I crawled in after her, my face red with lustful need she met me with a snorting little giggle that she couldn’t hold back. I was out of my dinner jacket by the time I came in and lunged forward to kiss her. She tasted of red wine, of my cock and her saliva. We exchanged kisses, sharing one breath through ones that lasted forever, and I pushed her dress up past her hips as she struggled to get my trousers down past my thighs. The car windows were fogged up with our moaning, grunting breaths and I could feel the old car begin to rock gently beneath us as we clumsily got into position. Sliding my hand between her thighs I was greeted with the glorious feel and scent of her dripping wet pussy. Each kiss rushed through us like a flame, which kindled a burning feeling in my belly. It was a feeling of yearning, intense and banishing all thoughts before it.“I need you so bad, Jenna.” I breathed out, “I need to come inside of you. Fill you deep with my cum. If that jackass Mark can’t get a baby inside you maybe I can.”“Oh… my God…“ she replied, feeling my hardness pressing along her swollen pussy mound. She pulled the top of her dress down, playing with her breasts, squeezing and pinching. The desire for my tongue on her nipples made her take drag my head down to her breasts and she moaned, her back arching off the car-seat as I sucked it hard between my sharp teeth. Perhaps the car was not the most comfortable place to have sex but it was definitely one of the best erotic experiences either one of us had ever had. It reminded Jenna of the outside world from which anyone might peek in to catch us making love. A thought that both frightened and excited her. I slowly lowered myself onto her, her face pressed up on my chest, her hands around my neck, her pussy spreading tightly along my invading cock. My calloused hands came around to grasp her ass cheeks and with little guidance, I was inside of her. Jenna whimpered, sliding her heels up and down my thighs trying to get my trousers further down. My eyes closed with the supreme ecstasy of feeling her hot body wrapped around mine, I held her firmly and rocked in and out of her molten pussy walls. She felt me sliding out and thrusting in, my hips pounding her slender figure, my chest heaving as the feeling rose though me. The violent waves of of our sex breaking our moans into gasping, stuttering pieces as we quickly picked up the pace. Rubbing herself against me, sinking her nails into my muscles, sit felt as if she desired to melt herself onto my body. From long experience the head of my cock hit her in the most sensitive spots at every thrust. The incredible pleasure rose up like a heat between us until we both let out a huge gasp and I felt her cumming hard in my arms, my body resting on her own as we tried to catch our breath.“You’re so fucking amazing,” I whispered, my breath falling hot along the side of her neck. “All I can think about how much I want to bury myself inside you. To cum into your tight little pussy. To feel it.”“Then take me, Paul.” she whispered back. I didn’t have to be asked twice. I pulled the tip of my cock to the entrance of her gushing wet pussy and pushed in, pumping hard and fast. Car lights sped by us at intervals and the chance of us being caught in the act in the middle of the night enhanced the excitement for us both. Jenna moaned, her fingers swirling fast on her clit as we fucked. She remembered our first night together as clearly as if it had been yesterday instead of nearly six years in the past. She had waked that next morning with my seed dripping down her thighs. And here she was again inviting me in to her most sacred and perilous part. As she replayed the moment in her head, her breathing became faster, her hips moving relentlessly up to meet my thrusting cock.Jenna shook with a start, her entire body shuddering under my own as she realized that she wanted it. Aside from the youth of my cock; which was bigger, thicker, and far more powerful than her detestable husband I was also kinder, sweeter, stronger, and far more loyal. My aunt’s cunt gushed wetly along my pummeling shaft as the thought of my impregnating her brought her climax closer and closer with each gasping grunt of breath. She teased her nipples between her fingers as my sweat poured from my brow, my cock grinding deep inside her wet pussy. She was so close now, concentrating on the colors swirling behind her eyelids and the waves of building pleasure. She was burning to ash with each moment. Fire rushing through her body achingly sweet! So sweet! She tensed and bucked and cried out as she came. And then tears leaked from her eyes as she felt me coming right behind her. She had missed the passion since I had been gone. She was older now perhaps, but not so old that she didn’t long for the passion of a lover again. I had managed about six more hard thrusts before blasting my load inside of her. Each to a whimpering cry of “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!” So encouraged I just kept right on fucking her, flooding her with every drop my twitching balls had to offer. It was enough to bring her to a second orgasm which rocked the car on its springs.By the time we pulled into the garage at home, Aunt Jenna had become very quiet. We rode through the darkness of the evening, the sky bursting with stars hardly speaking. My hand had reached out to hers and she had taken it, her fingers shivering in mine as she felt my warmth still filling her belly. Her dress was ruined, stained with copious amounts of our shared sex-juices, and each gentle squeeze of her pussy muscles led to a thick drool of white cum appearing along her darkly swollen lips. Perhaps it was my imagination but I could already see her breasts looking slightly fuller, heavier without the bra that now lay on the floor in the back of the car. When we arrived, I locked the car in the garage and led her into the house. Aunt Jenna always felt a tremor of fear entering an empty house first and so, being a gentleman, I walked ahead and turned on the lights making sure the boogeyman was not lying in wait. We showered, cleaning each other up, making love softly as we climbed into bed. Once again I finished inside of her, flooding her for the second time that evening with a seemingly endless river of my thick, youthful seed. When we were done she got quiet again, nestling herself into my body as we lay spooning between the cool cotton sheets. “I’m not on any birth control, Paul. Not with… with Mark wanting to…”, she whispered under her voice, “He could never… never… But you. Your different. So different. It could happen. What if we are parents now, Paul?”I thought about it for a minute, letting the time tick by as I pulled her tightly into my embrace. I could feel her body warm along my own, fitting along my frame as if she were custom made to sleep along side me, fitting perfectly against my chest as her ass pressed sensuously into my groin, my cock slipping so naturally between her ass-cheeks, the natural scent of her intoxicating. Then the words just came, perhaps sounding a bit trite but with deadly seriousness."Well. That would depend if you have any plans for the next fifty or sixty years? And if you wouldn’t mined spending them with me.” -- source link

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