085: Aunt Elise: Bedroom (1)
**Chapter 85**
“Come here.”
She got on all fours in the middle of the bed. Her legs were still trembling from the last orgasm, but she held the pose anyway, back dipped, ass up, tits hanging heavy toward the sheets. I could see everything. The wet shine on her inner thighs. My cum already starting to leak out of her pussy. The tight little star of her asshole flexing when she breathed.
She crawled to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me like she was starving. Soft lips first. Then her mouth opened, and her tongue pushed in.
“Mph~”
She moaned into me. I kept my hands still at first. With her, I still felt like a kid being taught how to want something. She led. I followed. Her tits mashed against my chest, warm and slick with sweat, nipples dragging over my skin every time she shifted.
“Mmmh~~~”
I finally put my arms around her back and pulled her in harder. She moaned again, louder, and the kiss turned sloppy. Tongues. Spit. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. We stayed like that until her face flushed red and she had to rip herself off my mouth just to breathe.
“Puah!!”
She hung there against me, panting. One hand on my shoulder. The other dangling. My hands stayed locked around her waist. The best part was still those huge breasts crushed to my chest, rising and falling, the most soothing thing I had ever felt.
She looked at me with glazed, glittering eyes and said one word.
“More~”
I leaned back just enough to look at her properly. My aunt. Naked and dripping. The woman who seemed to know exactly what my body needed before I did. A match that felt illegal and perfect at the same time.
“You can keep going, right?”
How in the world could I say no?
I looked down between us. My cum was leaking from her pussy in a slow white line. I put both hands on her ass, sank my fingers into that soft weight, spread her just enough to watch it drip, and let out a hot breath against her mouth.
“Yes.”
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I turned her back onto all fours.
She went easily, like her body already knew the next pose. Knees wide. Face in the pillow. That massive ass lifted for me. I lined up and pushed in from behind, watching my cock split her open again. She was so wet from the last round that I slid to the base in one stroke.
“Ang~”
“Hann~”
Thump!
Thump!
I fucked her deep. Every thrust made the base of my dick kiss her pussy lips. My thighs slapped the underside of her ass cheeks and made them ripple. She moaned without shame now. No more worrying about the house. No more lesson voice. Just raw sound.
I could feel her phone vibrating on the nightstand. A faint buzz under the wet slap of skin. I wanted to look. I couldn’t. Not with that view.
Her puckered asshole, the same hole she had given me first, winked every time I bottomed out. Her ass shook. My cock kissed the entrance of her womb and stayed there, throbbing, trapped in that tight heat.
It was a miracle I hadn’t already lost it.
“Ahh~ Ahh~~ Baaabbyy~~ You’re so~~ aahn~ hann~~”
She never finished the sentence. She didn’t have to. Her pussy told me everything, squeezing down the length of me like it wanted to keep me inside.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up until her back hit my chest. That thick ass got in the way immediately. Soft. Heavy. It stopped me from going all the way in, and the frustration made it even better. I kept her there and fucked up into her in short, greedy strokes, one hand on her tit, the other low on her belly so I could feel myself moving inside her.
“Let-ahhn—Let me~~”
She didn’t make me let go. She just leaned forward to about forty-five degrees, hanging between sitting on me and folding into the mattress. Tits swaying. Ass out. Pussy stretched around my cock.
“Hnnh~~”
“Ahn~~”
“Haaahhh~~~”
She came like that. Her whole body shook. Her pussy clamped so hard I saw white. I held still through it because I was terrified that if I came now, this would end. Same fear as before. I still was not willing to risk it.
She sagged back against my chest after, still twitching around me, and smiled over her shoulder. One arm hooked around my neck.
“Oh, my sweet boy~~~ You haven’t cummed yet, have you?”
Her mouth asked it sweetly. Her pussy asked for it filthily, squirming and sucking at my cock like it was trying to milk me anyway.
“Let Auntie help.”
She eased me down onto the bed. Soft sheets under my back. Her weight over me. She stayed impaled on my cock the whole time she moved us, like she refused to let me slip out even for a second.
“Hmm~~ You take so good care of Auntie, yet she can’t even make you cum. Heartless, isn’t she?”
She sank all the way down and took every inch I had. Then she looked back at me with so much love I could have sworn there were hearts in her eyes.
“Let Auntie help you now. You just relax and enjoy...”
She turned her face forward, leaned, planted her hands on my thighs, and all I could see was that bombastic ass hovering over me. My cock disappeared between those cheeks into her dripping pussy. She squeezed once, slowly, just to show me she still had me.
“...the feeling of fucking your mom’s sister.”
I didn’t know if it was her voice or the filth in the words. My cock jumped inside her. Hearing *mother* should have killed it. It didn’t. I got harder. Thicker. Meaner.
With her, even that felt right.
She didn’t give me time to think about why.
“Ugh!”
Her pussy clamped, and she lifted, then dropped. Ass to thighs. A sharp wet clap filled the room. Pleasure hit so hard I saw white again.
Not stars. One pink, twitching hole right in front of my face, winking every time she bounced. I wanted to put a finger in it. I wanted to spit on it and push in to the knuckle while she rode me. She didn’t let me think long enough about that mesmerizing place. She just kept riding me.
She rode rough and on beat. Up. Down. Fast. Her ass swallowed what it could of my cock and slapped wet against my stomach. I grabbed her hips and helped her slam down harder. She let me. She even reached back once and spread one cheek so I could watch myself disappear.
“Haann!!”
“Haa!!”
“Aahnnn~~~!!!”
Her hands shook on my thighs. She didn’t stop. Sweat ran down the line of her spine. Her tits swung every time she dropped.
“Hun~~”
“Haann~~”
“Hnngghh~~~”
She clenched too tight. I felt the next orgasm building in her, that deep flutter turning into a fist.
“Huff… No…”
I was done. I wanted one more minute. My stamina was good for a normal man and worthless against the succubus on top of me. She bounced through my limit like she owned it.
One last drop.
“HHNNNGGGG!!!!”
“NGH!!!”
She moaned loud enough to wake the house. I slammed up into her at the same time and came. Thick. Helpless. Her pussy wrung it out of me in pulses while she shook on top of me.
I lost.
“Haahh~~!”
“Hann!!!”
“Haa… Haaa...”
She squirmed through the aftershocks, let go of my thighs, and melted back onto my chest. Little moans kept leaking out of her. My cock was still inside, twitching, trapped in that wet heat. She turned and kissed my cheek like I was a good boy who had done exactly what he was told.
“That was… best. I came so mu.. haa… much in one night than in the last three… haaa... years.”
She kept kissing my face between breaths. Soft pecks. Grateful. Filthy only because of what we had just done.
“It was… great for me too...”
That was all my brain had. I was underselling it. I couldn’t find better words. My whole body was still buzzing. I could still feel her heartbeat through her back.
I couldn’t keep up with her. Her technique was monstrous. That mattered.
The real reason I lost was simpler. I was fucking a forbidden woman. My aunt. And I already had the same kind of relationship with two of her daughters. That thought should have cooled me. It didn’t. Not with her still sitting on my cock, leaking around me.
“Haa...” She sat up slowly, hissing when I shifted inside her. “Let me get this. It’s been ringing for some time.”
So she knew.
She crawled off me. My cock left her with a wet sound and slapped against my stomach, still half-hard and shiny. She went to the nightstand on her hands and knees. I watched every second. Her freshly fucked pussy leaked my cum down her thighs in thick lines. Her ass cheeks rubbed together as she crawled and smeared it over her skin.
The guilt died the second she looked back at me, glowing, happy, wrecked in the prettiest way, and answered the phone.
The caller was her husband.
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