Aunt Judy and the Discipline Lesson
written by:
Joshua

Of all my relatives, I like Aunt Judy the most. I was an only child growing up and each time she came to visit, she made a point of taking me places and making sure I was never lonely. She was my mom's sister, and although she was thirty years older than me, she never really treated me like a kid. As I grew older, I recall the many times Aunt Judy and I discussed world topics, or business matters. I got the sense that she respected me, and the older I became, the more attached I became to her.

Aunt Judy was a beautiful lady, really. She was tall for a woman, standing at least six feet tall. Her body seemed as if it had been sculpted from fine stone: each time we went to the beach, she attracted a considerable amount of attention from the men who openly stared at her. Blue-green eyes behind the glasses she often wore stared out at a world she often questioned, while her cheek bones sat high on her face, giving her a regal, almost other worldly appearance. Her hair was long for a woman her age but she usually wore it bundled on the top of her head. The last traces of her hair touched her waist, and even when she wore it atop her head, the advantage was that her face became easier to see. As I entered my teens and the male hormones screaming inside my body began to take notice, I couldn't help but stare at Aunt Judy as well, realizing that she and my mom had obviously been the two prettiest members of the family. I knew Aunt Judy was at least five years older than my mom, with a brother inserted somewhere between them. But in addition to her face, there was her body, and let me tell you, I've never seen a more perfectly assembled woman. Her figure was near perfect: she was slim, as women who were teenagers during the 1950s were told men liked to see. But her tits were huge, and every time Aunt Judy and I went to the beach or to the lake, she always wore a bathing suit that displayed a substantial amount of cleavage. To add to all that, her ass and legs were perfectly formed, and it was easy to tell that the teaching profession kept Aunt Judy in good physical shape. I guess being on your feet all day did a few good things after all.

Yes, that's right: my Aunt Judy was a fifth grade teacher, just like my mom. And what that meant was that Aunt Judy took no type of disrespect from a kid. There were times when I saw her anger flash, and once, I was on the receiving end of her inability to accept disrespect and backtalk from a kid. It was an occasion I will never forget. I was twelve years old and Aunt Judy, like my mom, was in her mid-thirties.

Aunt Judy and I had been in town shopping. It was the summer time and I often went with her when she ran errands. My mother and father were somewhere on the lake in our boat and wouldn't return until the early evening at the earliest. As usual, Aunt Judy dressed well, despite it being July and she was off from teaching for the summer. "A lady must always dress the part if she wishes to be respected," Aunt Judy said to me. That day, she chose to wear a green and yellow horizontally striped dress and black three inch high heels. She looked immaculate as we entered her car and because I was growing older and beginning to notice women more, I couldn't help but stare at her bare legs as she slid into the driver's seat. We drove the short distance into town with the windows down - this was in the days before cars had air conditioners - and the result was that the summer breeze entering the car caused the hem of her dress to flit about her bare thighs from time to time. The other result was that seeing my aunt's bare legs also caused my young cock to harden under my shorts and it took everything I could to try and conceal the eternally hard bulge from my aunt's eyesight. Finally, to my ultimate relief, the hardon subsided just as we arrived at the department store.

As kids will do, I tested the system and when I was sure no one was looking, I shoplifted a small pack of cookies. Aunt Judy saw me steal the cookies and although I was sure I had gotten by with the crime, I was wrong. Aunt Judy made no mention of what she'd seen me do until we arrived at the cabin. I was convinced I'd just committed the crime of the century and couldn't wait to get home and devour the cookies. My mother and father were out somewhere on the lake, meaning the cabin was empty until at least seven o'clock. "Help me with the groceries, won't you dear?" Aunt Judy said, her voice pleasant and kind. "And then, I have something for you." Halfway through putting the groceries away, Aunt Judy excused herself, stating she needed to go to her bedroom for a few minutes, and, "when you're done, dear, why don't you join me there?" When I completed the task of putting everything away, I made my way to her bedroom and knocked lightly on the door. "Come in, Jason," I heard Aunt Judy say and found her sitting on her bed. Her legs crossed at the knee. "Come and sit beside me, dear," she said, her voice soft and kind. I did as I was told, my right leg pressing against her left thigh. For a long few, quiet seconds, Aunt Judy simply stared at me, her blue-green eyes boring into me like a drill. I was mesmerized when she lid her left hand on my right thigh and massaged the skin through my blue jeans. While my eyes remained focused on her hand sliding the length of my thigh, Aunt Judy spoke.

"Jason, I am your mother's oldest sister, and I know she has done an excellent job of teaching you right from wrong," she said. Suddenly, her hand motions ceased and she looked at me. "Am I correct in that statement, Jason?"she asked. When I nodded my head to affirm Aunt Judy's statement, she next said, "Then can you tell me why you stole those cookies from the store?" A deep, profound silence filled the room as our eyes met. I was caught, and I knew it. When I didn't answer, Aunt Judy asked, "Then what do you propose we do about this, Jason? Shall I inform your parents that they are raising a common thief?" I spent the next full minute explaining how sorry I was for committing the petty crime, but Aunt Judy did not seem convinced when I informed her I would not commit such a crime before. By now, Aunt Judy was facing me, her bare left knee pressing into my right thigh. "Well, then what are we to do to ensure you learn from this little escapade, Jason?" she asked, looking at me over the upper brim of her glasses. I asked if we could just forget the incident all together, but Judy informed me that no, a lesson had to be taught and learned here. Unsure as to what she meant, I squirmed on the bed, waiting for my aunt to decide my fate. I was confused when she instructed me to stand and to face her. I did as I was told, well aware of her ability to take charge of any situation.

Looking down at Aunt Judy was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I was sad that I'd hurt her, and convinced that she was also disappointed in me. She spread her legs a few inches and turned her head up to stare at me. "I'm convinced there's only one way for you to learn from all this, Jason," she said. And it was then, as if I'd been thrust into a wind tunnel that I felt myself suddenly falling downward and coming to rest across Aunt Judy's laps. Her left hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, pinning me in place and preventing me from moving my body in any direction. With her right hand, my aunt quickly and forcefully pulled my jeans down until my ass was only half concealed inside my under shorts.

But before I could react, I felt the first of what became several sharp, open-palmed slaps against my bare ass. Stinging threads of pain spread from the point where Aunt Judy's hand made contact with my ass as she continued to slam my ass time after time. Not once did Aunt Judy speak while she repeated her actions and finally, after her hand made contact with my ass at least ten times, Aunt Judy slowly pulled my trousers and under shorts up and over my ass. I heard her say, quietly, "You may stand now, Jason." I stood, as a fiery sensation cruised through my ass cheeks. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do at that point, but I did take at least two steps backward when Aunt Judy stood and faced me. Because of her high heels, she was taller than me and she stared down at me not with anger, but with compassion. When she placed each of her hands on my shoulder and pulled me in close to her, I began to cry silently. Aunt Judy's hands caressed my back as she told me in a soft voice that she still loved me as her favorite nephew, and that this incident would remain between us. "I see no reason to tell your mother and father, Jason," she said as she continued to stroke my back.

But it was how Aunt Judy held me that allowed me to temporarily forget the pain. As she pressed me tightly against her body, my face fell into the massive cleavage between her tits. I could hear her voice above me, saying something vague about me learning from the experience, but to be honest, my attention was focused solely on the warmth that permeated from Aunt Judy's tits. Each melon felt soft against my cheeks, and while my ass may have stung from the open-handed blows she placed against my bare skin, the sensation of being so close to areal pair of tits eased my pain. When Aunt Judy finally released me, she held me by the shoulders, and I found myself surprised to see that she had shed tears. Two small rivers flowed down each cheek as she looked to me for confirmation that I did not hate her. On impulse, I stepped forward, placed my lips lightly against her left cheek and kissed my aunt. "It's alright, Aunt Judy," I said, taking over as the man in the situation. "I understand why you did what you felt you had to do." I stepped away from Aunt Judy and made my way to my bedroom. When mom and dad finally came home, to my relief, Aunt Judy made no mention of the afternoon's events. Unable to face Aunt Judy or my parents, I pretended to be tired and excused myself around nine o'clock and went to my bedroom. The sound of laughter coming from the living room indicated my aunt and parents were at their normal nightly round of cards. I knew they'd be awak until well past midnight.

But I found myself unable to sleep. Yes, my ass still stung slightly from the spanking I'd deserved and gotten. But it wasn't the paddling I'd received that made my cock hard. No, it was the memory of having my face pressed between Aunt Judy's massive titties. The memory of how each tit was so large and the cleavage so deep caused my teen-age cock to remain as hard as concrete. What else could I do but stroke it until I exploded in an orgasm while fantasizing about fucking Aunt Judy? And although I tried, I was unable to go to sleep. I lay there in bed for hours, unable to drift off, my mind racing from the afternoon's events. I was certain I'd hurt my aunt's feelings and wanted to let her know yet again that none of this was her fault. Finally, somewhere around one o'clock in the morning, I'd had enough. The noise from downstairs had ceased, telling me everyone had gone off to bed. Because my parents slept in a downstairs bedroom, the only rooms occupied on the top level of the cabin belonged to myself and my aunt. I crept along the silent and semi-dark hallway until I found myself at Aunt Judy's door. I knocked gently on the wooden surface, the pressure of my hands causing the door to opens several inches. Dear me, but the sight I was presented with when the door opened enough for me to be able to view into the room.

Aunt Judy was sitting on the bed, clad only in her robe. Her left side was presented to me from an angle facing away from me, making it impossible for her to realize that I was spying on her from a distance of less than ten feet. As I watched in absolute silence, she slowly slid the top half of her robe down and off her shoulders, removing each arm from the robe's sleeves. Despite the angle, I had a clear view of her left nipple, a fleshy button that protruded from the large melon for at least an inch in length. Then, as if seeing my aunt half naked wasn't enough, I watched as she dipped two fingers into a jar of skin cream and began to massage the substance into her skin. Although she began with her left arm, in less than a minute's time, she began to apply the cream to her left tits with both hands. I was unable to move, feeling as if my feet had grown into the wooden floor underneath me. When Aunt Judy cupped the large titty in both hands and began to massage the round globe, and the sight of the extended nipple poking through her fingers reached my eyes, I knew the time had come for me to leave. Silently, I returned to my room, and as I had already that evening, I again jacked my cock until I spewed load after load of come into my trembling hand. Somewhere around five o'clock, just about the time the sun began to make its presence on the horizon, I drifted off to sleep. For the remainder of my stay at the cabin, I found it almost impossible to keep my eyes from Aunt Judy. I guess it was a good thing that my parents and I left at the end of the week.

I grew emotionally and physically after that unique week at the lake, and over time developed interests in sports, camping, photography, and many other activities that occupied my time. I went off to college, had the normal number of girlfriends, and began a career in advertising. Although I saw her often, neither Aunt Judy nor I discussed the spanking incident but I imagine it was on her mind as much as it was on mine as we both grew older. Not too long after my thirty-fifth birthday, my mother and father were killed by a drunk driver as they returned from yet another week at the cabin. As their sole child and only heir, I inherited a substantial amount of money from my father's estate. I made sure the dual funeral was the best mom and dad could get. Everyone was there and more than a thousand people attended the funeral. It was especially tough on Aunt Judy who remained by my side for the entire three days of mourning before finally returning to her home upstate.

As can be expected, I felt lost now that both parents were gone. I also decided to take a leave of absence from my job. A week after the funeral, I moved into mom and dad's house, the same house where I grew up. I met with attorneys to ensure the conditions of dad's will were met as he wished, and in the evenings, spent most of my time alone. The evenings were the worse: the house was so much quieter than it had ever been and I felt not only sadness creeping in but a sense of loneliness as well. But, I was able to occupy my days with meetings with dad's attorneys, and going through the house and deciding what I'd keep and what I'd get rid of. I ate out a lot, unwilling to return to the dark and empty house I called home.

My loneliness came to an end one Friday evening, however, when I returned from dinner and found Aunt Judy waiting for me. Well, actually, I found her sitting in a large overstuffed chair in my living room, weeping loudly into a tissue. Without even saying hello, my aunt and I embraced and held each other for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms with tears streaming down both of our faces as we came together to share the last traces of our grief. "Oh, Jason, Jason, Jason," my sixty-three year old Aunt Judy said into my ear as she laid her head on my shoulder and wept. "I've lost my best friend, and you've lost the best parents any child could ever ask for." I guided Aunt Judy to a sofa where we sat for several hours and reminisced about old times. And although the thought was somewhere in the back of my mind, not once neither Aunt Judy nor I mentioned the spanking incident. Perhaps that was a good thing. My elderly aunt and I sat on the sofa for several hours, recalling the days, and laughing over the wonderful and life-long memories we'd created. As the hours passed, I made several trips to a small cabinet located in the dining room where mom and dad kept a fine selection of wines and liquors. By the time the clock over the mantle struck midnight, several empty bottles of wine stood like silent soldiers on the table before me.

Despite the long day and the wine, neither Aunt Judy nor I found ourselves needing sleep. I guess it was because I knew I could sleep late that I found myself wanting to share more stories with my mother's sister. But it was just after midnight that Aunt Judy stated she'd been in her travel clothes all day and needed to slip into her nightgown. I agreed and decided pajamas sounded good to me as well. We agreed to meet back in the living room in ten minutes.

After shedding my clothes for a pair of pajama bottoms and a simple white t-shirt, I returned to the living room. I'd been there only a few moments when I heard the sound of my aunt descending the wooden stairs located just off the living room. To say I was unprepared for her entrance into the room would be an understatement. If you recall, my Aunt Judy always dressed well, and it seems that even the simple task of preparing for bed was no exception. She entered the room wearing a loosely tied white satin robe, the belt looped at her waist, but not doing much else to conceal the black nighty under the outer garment. Even if I'd tried, I'd have found it impossible to avert my eyes from the sight of Aunt Judy's massive cleavage: The dividing line between her tits was still long and deep. As she stepped into the room wearing the robe which barely covered the tops of her thighs, the black undergarment, and three inch bedroom stiletto heels, I felt as if my eyes were on the verge of exploding from my head. Perhaps to make things easier for her, she'd piled her hair atop her head in a semi-loose bun with several grey-black strands cascading over her ears. All in all, the woman entering the room was the sexiest I'd witnessed in my entire life. Without thinking, Aunt Judy sat beside me on the sofa and before I could say a word, she twisted and bent her body over mine, reaching for her glass of wine sitting on the small table to my left. As she reached for the goblet, Aunt Judy's tits rode across my lap and it was then that matters became very, very interesting.

Perhaps the sensation of Aunt Judy's massive titties pressed against my cock brought back the memory of that night when I'd witnessed her applying cream to her naked upper torso. Or, maybe it was just the fact that I hadn't had sex in so long that any touch by a woman could cause my cock to harden. Regardless of the reason - and I'm sure the wine had something to do with it as well - my cock began to grow under the thin pajama bottoms. Aunt Judy seemed oblivious to the fact that a hard cock was growing harder and longer by the second less than two feet from her hands. Instead, she sipped her wine and we continued to chat. But in all honesty, I was becoming more intoxicated, and the more I stared at Aunt Judy, the more I found it impossible to keep my eyes from her tits, the more I desired this older woman. Yes, she was my mother's sister, and yes, grief and personal loss had brought Aunt Judy and I together on this evening, but I was under the control of lust now. Couple that with the wine, and there was no way I could do anything about my hard cock, nor my desire to fuck my Aunt Judy.

Now, by this time, Aunt Judy and I had taken in so much wine that we were beginning to grow hungry. This new urge caused Aunt Judy to rise from the sofa and venture into the kitchen. She returned with a tray of crackers and cheese, but my eyes were nowhere near the food she carried. You see, I suppose the wine loosening up our moods and her movement into and out of the kitchen had caused Aunt Judy's robe to open to the point that it hung completely opened at the front with the belt hanging loosely at her sides. Each step she took in the three inch heels caused her tits to jiggle, which also meant her nipples were even more pronounced as she approached me. When she bent forward at the waist to sit the tray on the small coffee table located in front of the sofa, I was provided with the best view I'd had all evening of her massive tits: The farther she bent over, the wider the front of her night gown opened and I was presented with a view that served only to increase my lust and my cock to grow extremely hard. But bending over also caused the front of the nightgown to sag as well. And that, my friends, had consequences.

You see, as the loose silk material of Aunt Judy's nightgown sagged away from her chest, I was afforded a view not only of each of huge titties, but also of each nipple. How I remembered seeing the left nipple the night I spied on her as she applied cream to her upper body, but now, in all their glory, were both nipples, seemingly hard and, in my opinion, begging to be sucked.

Now, you may think having an almost unobstructed view of Aunt Judy's titties was a joy: It was, believe me. But seeing each melon as it drooped from her chest also made my cock hurt and it took every ounce of restraint in my body to keep me from rising from the sofa, throwing her to the floor, and fucking my sixty-three year old aunt. That's why I sat, even pressing my body backward into the sofa cushions, willing myself to stay away from Aunt Judy. Stealing a quick glance at my cock showed me that the shaft had grown so hard that it was useless, really, to even attempt to hide the tell-tale bulge. I decided to conceded defeat and forget about trying to conceal my hard cock from Aunt Judy's eyes. Besides, she hadn't noticed it yet anyway: Chances were she wouldn't see my hard cock bulge at all.

"Well, this is certainly nice," Aunt Judy said as she sat beside me. It did not go unnoticed that she sat closer to me now, and while she and I had sat closely together before we changed into our night clothes, now, her nearly naked left thigh was pressed firmly against my right leg. To make matters worse, she bent her right leg at the knee, laid the calf muscle over her own left thigh, and rested the right foot, still encased in the three inch high heel, over her leg so that the thin, pencil-sharp stem rested just on the outer top right portion of my right leg. Dear god, what did I do to deserve this? I asked myself. But regardless of the level of sexual pain I was experiencing, I was also enjoying the way my aunt and I were sitting.

We'd been sitting for several moments and discussing my childhood memories of mom and dad when Aunt Judy suddenly said, "You know, Jason, your father was very smitten with me." Turning my head to look at her, I noticed she had a faraway expression on her face, as if she'd transported herself back to another time many years ago. She continued with, "Oh, yes, that's right. He was like a small puppy, always at my door. That is, until he saw my sister and your mother. Then, it was all over for me." She fell silent for one long second then said, "After that, it was all over for me. Your father didn't seem to think I was as pretty as your mom, and so, we became friends, but nothing more." Again, Aunt Judy slipped back in time as she stared at some point across the semi-darkened room. "No, I guess he didn't think I was pretty enough to want a relationship with me," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Turning her head to the side, I heard my aunt say, "But he sure could kiss. That's what I miss most about him."

And there it was: the opening I'd been waiting for. I asked my aunt to describe my dad's kisses and after smiling shyly, she informed me that he had been the first to slip his tongue into her mouth. "Oh, Jason, it was so erotic, so sensual," she said as she lifted her arms and draped her hands over mine. "And I've always been the type of woman who receives stimulation by being kissed." Suddenly blushing, Aunt Judy giggled, her behavior surely influenced now by the great amounts of wine we'd both had. "I guess I shouldn't be speaking to you like this, should I, Jason? I mean, you must think I'm just terrible." Another giggle, and she said, "I am, after all your aunt, not your girlfriend."

I was finished waiting. It was time to move. "Tell me something, Aunt Judy," I said as I extended my neck and placed my face just mere millimeters from Aunt Judy's. "Did my father kiss you like this?" Pushing my head forward now, I pressed my lips against Aunt Judy's and felt the softness of her mouth as I prolonged the kiss, as I slipped my tongue between her lips, as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her barely clad body tightly against my own. The kiss was simple, yet consisted of lips pressed to lips as my right hand caressed the back of Aunt Judy's head. I broke the kiss and sat back, staring at Aunt Judy for any sign that she would either bolt from the room or remain seated on the sofa beside me. Her eyes too were focused in me, and for several seconds, neither she nor I spoke. But even as our remained eyes locked onto each other, I felt her slide her hand upon my thigh, ever closer now to my hard, hard cock.

"Jason, what just happened?" she asked. "I mean, the kiss was wonderful, but I'm your aunt. We shouldn't be doing things like this, should we?" It was the fact that her statement came out more as a question than a statement that encouraged me. If she was questioning the fact that I'd just kissed her in an erotic fashion, then that had to mean that she enjoyed the physical contact and, perhaps, wanted more, didn't it? It was when I quickly and discretely dipped my chin that I was given the answer I needed. In a flash, my eyes traveled to Aunt Judy's nipples and it was evident: they were harder and standing out more from her tits than they had at any other time this evening. But when I lifted my chin again, I noticed that Aunt Judy was looking away from me, now. Suddenly, her voice barely audible, she said, "But you resemble your father so very much." Now, Jason, I heard my inner voice say: Move now.

With my heart beating madly in my chest, but believing that victory was so very close, I asked Aunt Judy, "If that's true, then what would my father do in this situation?" Yes, I know the question was leading but I was on a mission and was determined to succeed. By now, my face was so close to Aunt Judy's I could feel every breath she took. In a whisper, I asked, "Would he do this?" And again, I pressed my lips against my aunt's, making sure to slip my tongue deeply into her mouth. Aunt Judy too extended her tongue and while I grew excited at the sensation of my aunt jamming her pointed tongue into my mouth, it was the sudden realization that Aunt Judy's hand was now fully over my cock bulge that drew my full attention. I felt her squeeze the head of my cock several time before suddenly breaking the kiss and drawing her head backward. As she did, her eyes immediately focused on my cock, still hidden, yes, but clearly and obviously hard.

"Oh, dear me, Jason!" Aunt Judy said, her voice loud now. With her right index finger, she pointed at my hard cock, and said, "Your penis is hard!" Her eyes remained focused on my cock, and although she'd removed her hand from the bulge, her fingers still lay just mere inches from where my incredibly hard shaft remained hidden, yet oh so ready to be revealed. "Jason, your penis is stiff." Lifting her head now, she asked, "Is that because of me."

The time had come. I'd waited long enough. Standing, I placed my hands on the waistband of my pajamas and slowly lowered the material until I was able to step out of the nighttime garment. In one quick motion, I removed the t-shirt and now stood completely naked before my elderly aunt. Aunt Judy looked up at me and it was then that I responded verbally to her question. "Yes, Aunt Judy, my cock is hard because of you." Her brown eyes stared intently at me as I added, "I've always wanted to fuck you."

I knew there were two things Aunt Judy could do. She could either bolt from the room, or she could take my cock into her hands and we could proceed with what I hoped would be a pleasurable evening. Luckily for me, Aunt Judy did neither. As if seeing a hard cock was an everyday thing, Aunt Judy lifted both arms and uncoiled her hair from her head. The strands of hair fell to both sides of her head, and it was then that I realized that Aunt Judy's face seemed to take on an entirely different look when she wore her hair down. Next, still ignoring my cock, she slipped out of the already opened robe, and with both hands, scooped each large tit out of her nightgown so that I now had the highly desired view of each titty and its hard nipple. Each nipple resembled fleshy thimbles, hard, long, and blunted at the end. Without acknowledging me, my dear Aunt Judy, the woman I'd lusted after for so many years, grasped my cock in her right hand, opened her mouth as she extended her neck forward, and in one graceful motion, swallowed three full inches of my cock.

At first Aunt Judy had three fingers wrapped around my cock, her skin warm from the lust I suspected was flowing from her body. As her lips wrapped tightly around my dick, I felt her lifting my balls with her left hand. Back and forth her head moved until after several thrusts, the entire length of my cock lay buried between her lips. Perhaps changing her mind about stimulating my balls, Aunt Judy released the hairy sack and placed her hand palm-flat against my right ass cheek. She used the newly created leverage to assist her in taking the full length of my meat into her soaking wet mouth. With both of my hands now resting on the back of Aunt Judy's head, I began to thrust my hips forward in response to her forward head motions. I was fucking my Aunt Judy's mouth and I was loving it.

I've had blowjobs before, some good and some bad. But it seemed my Aunt Judy had perfected a technique I'd not experienced before. Each time her head moved forward, I felt her place her tongue flat against the under surface of my cock and use the tongue as a guide to the base of the shaft. But each time she moved her head backward, she somehow found a way to slide the tongue from side to side, stimulating the nerves that had remained untouched when she drew the cock into her mouth. The more she employed this technique, and the faster she sucked my cock, the closer I came to an orgasm.

Looking down, I swear I saw a different woman than the one I'd grown up with. I mean, here I was with my seven inch cock sliding forcefully into a member of my own family, her hair down, her tits exposed, and knowing that soon, I would erupt in an explosive orgasm between her lips. I was nearing the sexual eruption I'd been seeking for so long when suddenly, Aunt Judy released my balls and my cock and placed each hand over her bare titties. As if she had transformed into someone I didn't recognize, Aunt Judy began to maul her tits, pushing them first to the left, then to the right. Every so often, she'd take one of the nipples between her first and second fingers and pinch the button as hard as possible. But not once did Aunt Judy allow my cock to escape from her mouth. No, instead, she drove on, her face coming so quickly down the length of my cock that her nose began to bounce off the base of the shaft. Aunt Judy's hair hung over her shoulders now, and each time she moved her head either forward or backward, her hair covered her face until she wiped it away. "Oh fuck, Aunt Judy," I moaned now, loudly, as I sensed I was nearing coming and filling my aunt's mouth with crème. "Baby, I've waited so long to feel your lips around my cock," I informed my closest relative.

It was then that Aunt Judy suddenly thrust her head backward, released her right tit and grasped my cock with her hand. And with my soaking wet cock still in her hand, Aunt Judy looked up at me and said, "Yes, Richard, I know you have. And so have I." She extended her neck forward and again began to suck my cock, speeding her actions now, driving me on, closer and closer now to orgasm. It was then, several seconds after her comment that her words finally registered in my brain. Richard? My name is Jason. Why would she refer to me by my father's name?

And then it hit me, the realization slamming into me like a truck. For so long, Aunt Judy had loved my father, but because she loved my mother and would never violate my parent's marriage, she had stayed away from my dad. But now, here she was, and after informing me that I resembled my father, as so many have throughout my life, it dawned on me that Aunt Judy was fantasizing that I was my father, and that she could finally satisfy one of her fantasies by fucking me. I knew I could stop what she was doing right there and be angry at Aunt Judy. But actually, every intake of my cock between her luscious lips was heaven, and I rationalized that I'd waited my entire life to fuck Aunt Judy, and she'd done the same in terms of waiting to have sex with my dad. So what did I care if she referred to me as "Richard?" It didn't matter at all.

All I knew was that the boiling sensation in my cock meant I was close to coming. And although I love coming in woman's mouth, I respected Aunt Judy enough to be concerned about whether or not she'd let me explode between her lips. I removed my hands from the back of her head and placed them gently on the sides of her face, and called her name. When Aunt Judy looked up at me, three full and very hard inches of cock remained inserted between her lips. I informed my aunt that I was close to coming and that I could come anytime, but wasn't sure if she wanted me to come in her mouth. Wrapping her right had around my cock again, Aunt Judy withdrew the long, meaty shaft from her mouth and said, "Richard, I've always loved the taste of come." Again, her lips wrapped around my stiff cock and Aunt Judy set about bringing me to orgasm with her amazing mouth. And again, she'd referred to me by my father's name.

When I came, it was as if this orgasm was the first I'd ever experienced. Maybe the sexual explosion wracking my body was the result of fucking my aunt and finally satisfying a special fantasy. Maybe the orgasm was so powerful because of the fact that the woman who'd just accepted a load of my come into her mouth was my aunt, a member of my family. I don't know, but then, I don't really care, either. What I do know is that once the orgasm began, there was no holding back. It began in my balls, the sensation of release so powerful that my fingers actually twisted Aunt Judy's hair. She didn't cry out in pain when I pulled her hair in sexual ecstasy, nor did she try to escape the powerful grip my large hands had on the back of her head. Time after time, I drove all seven inches of hard meaty cock as deeply as possible into Aunt Judy's mouth. And she took every thrust, believe me. She took every thrust so well that even when I'd driven her back against the sofa cushions, she still maintained a strong, oral lock on my prick. With each thrust, I deposited what seemed like an ocean of hot crème into her mouth, forgetting for an instant that she was my aunt and instead, thinking of her as my girlfriend, as the woman who'd lusted after my father. When my orgasm came to an end, when there was no more cream to deposit between her lips, Aunt Judy slowly retracted her head from my cock, making sure to lick the shaft clean as she slowly relinquished oral control of my dick. And then, finally, the head appeared, soaking wet now, but relieved. A few drops of come dripped from the head but Aunt Judy ensured they didn't fall to the sofa: No, she quickly jammed her tongue against my cock head and secured the drops inside her mouth. Looking down, I said, "Aunt Judy, that was wonderful."

Any thoughts that my aunt and I would take a brief rest before seeing how much farther we might take this new wrinkle in the aunt-nephew relationship would have to wait, I quickly discovered. Before I could say another word, Aunt Judy stood, her tits rubbing against my bare skin and without speaking, rotated my body and gently led me down to the sofa. My cock was still semi-hard and as she gripped it in her right hand, and as she laid her body over mine, she suddenly planted her come-filled mouth against mine. Two things suddenly entered my mouth: Aunt Judy's pointed and very long tongue, and the last traces of the salty-tasting crème I'd so willingly deposited in her mouth. She spoke not a word as she fed me the same crème that I'd fed to her, and I found myself entranced by this first experience at tasting the sexual juices my body produced. On and on, Aunt Judy jammed her tongue in and out of my mouth, using her tongue as if it were a cock she'd hidden in her mouth. Essentially, my aunt was fucking my mouth in much the same way I'd fucked her mouth. I lay there and took every drop of come Aunt Judy fed me, content that because we'd taken at least this first sexual step, and willing to let her do whatever it was she wanted to and for me.

After several moments of deep kissing, Aunt Judy rose from beside and stood looking down at me. "Come upstairs in ten minutes, Richard," she said with a faraway expression on her face. "Meet me in your bedroom," she said. With those words, Aunt Judy turned on the high heels still covering her feet and made her way across the room. But just before she left the room, she turned again to face me. I watched as she completely removed the black nightgown she'd been wearing all evening, and stood before me now, completely naked. "And one other thing, Richard: When you arrive upstairs, my name is Judy. Not ‘Aunt Judy.' Just Judy. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" A simple nod of my head and she was gone, the increasingly softening sound of her high heels clicking on the wooden floor leaving me as she made her way to the upper level of the house.

I had a lot to consider in the short time I had before I was supposed to find Judy upstairs again. After some thought, I realized I really didn't care if Judy referred to me by my father's name because in doing so, it allowed her to finally be with the man she'd evidently loved all her life. And besides: she'd certainly taken care of me as I grew from a boy to a man. So, I knew I owed this to her, who from this night forward, would always be known as simply, "Judy." As I lay on the sofa still recovering from the incredible orgasm I'd just had, I could hear movement through the ceiling above me. Whatever she was doing, Aunt Judy - no, just simply, "Judy" now - was moving. The sound of the movement told me she was moving now into my bedroom. I waited a few additional moments and rose from the sofa, my cock once again hardening in sexual anticipation of what awaited me. Moments later, I arrived at my childhood bedroom door. Before entering the room, however, I found a note that with the simple request to knock before entering. Soon after my knuckles left the wooden surface, I heard Judy's voice giving me permission to enter the room. I'd anticipated her dimming the lights, but to my surprise, the room was filled with bright lights, the room fully illuminated.

And what a sight I was presented with. Judy had placed a simple, black wooden chair in the center of the room and was now sitting on it backwards. She was facing away from me, but believe me, her body position did nothing to prevent me from seeing a vision that was nothing as I'd expected from her. The first thing I noticed was that Judy's hair was certainly shorter. She'd placed a wig over her longer hair and now, her hair hung only as low as her ears. Additionally, thick eye liner and lipstick coated her face, as well as two spots of rouge on each cheek. A black, almost see-through satin bustier covered her top half, held to her body with two thin spaghetti straps. From the angle that separated our bodies, I had a limited view of her tits, but there was no doubt the bracups lifted each huge titty and caused her cleavage to appear almost miles in length. The bustier's sexy, lacy pattern allowed me to view her skin underneath, and the matching panty wrapped tightly around her shapely ass. Black, sheer stockings covered her legs, the lacy tops surrounding her calf muscles tightly. Allowing my eyes to flow downward, I saw that Judy's feet were encased in four inch, black stiletto heels held to her feet with thin straps. As if I'd just finished a fine meal, I allowed my eyes to move upward now, taking in the sights of this amazing woman one final time.

"Don't you have anything to say, Richard?" Judy asked. "Are you going to stand there all night?" Moving now, I placed myself directly in front of Judy, the high-backed chair the only obstacle between she and I. By now, my cock had once again returned to a hardened state and without prompting or asking, Judy lifted both arms, wrapped her hands around my cock, and guided the head again into the deep, wet caverns of her mouth. Looking down at my aunt as she sucked my cock made the desire to fuck her even greater and so, after just a few short moments of Judy taking my cock deep into her mouth, I gently removed the shaft from between her lips, assisted her to a standing position, and pulled her body close to mine. Judy seemed to be an entirely different woman now, younger, of course because of the dramatic change in appearance, but she also seemed committed now to pleasing me, and, just as importantly, to pleasing herself. "Where are you taking me, Richard?" she asked, as I held her hand and led her to the wide bed.

Judy didn't resist when I guided her onto her back, and, while still standing over her with a hard cock, slid my fingertips down her flat stomach, over the panty waistband, and then, finally, between her legs. She cooed when she felt my slide the fingertips downward between her legs, even assisting me by spreading her legs wider now, the stiletto heels digging into the mattress. "Oh, Richard, oh, Richard," she moaned quietly over and over. "Yes, baby, I've waited so long for this." I was only moments from making my most longstanding fantasy come true now, so very, very close to making fantasy become reality.

For years, I'd dreamed about fucking my Aunt Judy, but regardless how my fantasy ended, it always began with the same move: my face, lips, and mouth pressed tightly against her cunt while my tongue probed deep inside her pussy. Moving onto my hands and knees, I inched my way up the bed, my cock dragging underneath me, the head sliding along her stocking-covered legs. But rather than make my way the full distance up Judy's body, I stopped when I reached that area directly over her cunt. Lowering myself down, I went in search again of my aunt's pussy.

I hadn't seen it earlier because of my body position, but when my face neared Judy's pussy, it was then that I noticed thick tufts of cunt hair making their presence known by poking from the panty's legbands. For some reason, seeing my aunt's thick cunt hair caused my sexual determination to increase and so, I slid my fingers inside her thighs, and assisted my aunt in spreading her legs wide enough for me to insert my head. Now that my mouth was so close to her cunt, I could feel and smell the warmth of her pussy. Driven on now and deeply focused, I slid the legband to the right, exposed Judy's hairy cunt, and placed the tip of my tongue directly upon her clit, standing out from her pussy in the form of a fleshy button.

I guess it had been some length of time since Aunt Judy had had sex: The instant my tongue made contact with her cunt, she flinched backward, her head butting against the headboard with some force. But she wasn't injured: No, in fact, she was so engrossed in the actions of my tongue that she spread her legs as widely as possible, and draped the right leg over my left shoulder. "Yes, Richard, oh, hell yes, baby," she cooed, still referring to me by my father's name. Now, with improved access to Judy's hairy cunt, I began to lap at her pussy lips with my tongue while inserting first one, then two, then, finally, four fingers between her cunt lips. By now, as a result of the combined stimulations of my fingers and tongue, Judy began to forcefully lift and drop her ass above the mattress, the body motions making it harder to maintain the oral lock I had on my aunt's pussy. But I was determined that every phase of my fantasy come true and because my sexual dreams began by eating my aunt's cunt, I made sure to maintain physical contact with her pussy. I quickly slid my hands under her ass, the silk stockings stimulating my hands and fingers, and clamped each ass cheek in the palms of my hands. Aunt Judy moaned louder now as she tightened her leg muscles and dug the stiletto heels deeper into the mattress. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned over and over, her ass lifted high enough above the mattress that I was forced to go to my knees to ensure my tongue remained on the attack at her cunt. Aunt Judy's body was positioned so that only her shoulders and high heels made contact with the mattress. I'd eaten pussy before, but never had I been with a woman who was so engrossed in my oral stimulations. "Eat my pussy, Richard, please eat my pussy, baby!" she begged as I began a series of top to bottom licks with my tongue pressed firmly against Judy's cunt. I felt her place her hands on either side of my head and hold me in place, now doing her part to ensure she lost not one part of the erotic stimulation she was receiving. "I'm going to come on your face, Richard," she informed me, which was fine with me. Licking, sucking, and even nipping lightly at her clit and pussy lips at an increased tempo now, I felt Aunt Judy's inner thigh muscles tighten and knew I was close, so very close to bringing my favorite relative to orgasm.

When she exploded, Aunt Judy clamped her legs so tightly together that I felt as if I'd been slapped by a very powerful man. Her inner thighs slammed into me so forcefully that I momentarily lost contact with her cunt. But just as quickly as I lost touch, I retained it, driving my tongue forward so rapidly that it resembled a piston. In addition to my tongue, I increased the spend and driving power of the fingers I was using to hand-fuck my aunt, and again her screams and moans filled my ears. "HERE I COME, RICHARD, BABY, HERE I COME!" Aunt Judy cried as a series of sexual seizures overtook her and caused her body to convulse in violent contractions. Each time she lifted or dropped her ass, the thick covering of hair around her pussy scrubbed my face, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that I continue to do my best to make this orgasm the very best my aunt had ever enjoyed. "MOTHERFUCKER! EAT MY PUSSY BABY, OH HELL FUCKING YES, EAT MY PUSSY!" she screamed as she raked her fingernails across both sides of my head. On and on and on, Aunt Judy's pussy contracted and relaxed in a series of sexual eruptions that shook her to her very core. Finally, and slowly, her body movement slowed until she finally lowered her half-naked ass to the mattress and relaxed. I removed my head and fingers from my aunt's cunt, but soon found myself being pulled up and over her body as she locked her eyes onto mine. Ina soft voice, she said, "Come and kiss me, baby. Kiss me now."

I guess it didn't matter that my face was covered with her cunt juices because she quickly clamped her lips onto mine and kissed me deeply. Between kisses I heard her murmuring, "My dear nephew, my dear nephew," time and again, before using her tongue to cleanse my face. When she was satisfied she'd removed every trace of cunt juice from my cheeks and lips, Aunt Judy next directed the same fingers I'd jammed into her pussy into her mouth. Just as she had with my face, Aunt Judy sucked the fingers clean, removing all elements of the erotic juices they'd become soaked in. When she completed the task, she slowly slid her hands downward until she found the treasure I'd hoped she would find: my cock.

"Well, what do we have here, Richard?" she asked coyly as she wrapped her fingers around the still hard shaft. "It seems this might need attention." Knowing what she meant, I slipped my body backward just far enough that the tip of my cock now hovered at the entrance to her soaking wet cunt. Perhaps I was showing my age or sexual inexperience what I nudged my body forward and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy, but Aunt Judy simply giggled before saying, "Let me remove my panties, baby. It will make things so much easier." I watched in awe as my sixty-three year old aunt removed her panties, soon followed by the bar. Without wasting time, she opened her legs, still clad in the black stockings and high heels and said, "Come to me baby: come and make love to me."

In all my sexual experiences, I've never felt the level of erotic sensation as when my cock first entered my Aunt Judy's cunt. I have always enjoyed a tight cunt, one that grips my cock tightly as inch after inch of hard shaft slides between the two cunt lips. I fully expected Aunt Judy's cunt to be loose, to open easily as I thrust my hips forward to ensure my cock entered her cunt. I never expected, however, that her pussy, especially at her age, to be as tight. As I pushed my cock deeper into her cunt, I realized I was putting more into the motion than I'd anticipated. "Oh, my, Aunt Judy," I said as I reached the halfway point on my cock. "Baby, I had no idea you'd be this tight." My favorite aunt looked up at me and smiled, assisting me by placing her hands on my ass and pulling me toward her. In a matter of seconds, I was pumping away at Aunt Judy, my forward thrusts causing my balls to slap noisily against her ass. "Oh, fuck, yes!" I moaned once I established a rhythm. Under me, Aunt Judy too began to moan as the wide shaft of my cock stimulated the sides of her pussy.

"Oh, god, Richard," Aunt Judy moaned. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" Spurred on by her words now, I began to pump Aunt Judy's cunt, my forward thrusts so powerful that her head began to bump softly against the headboard. Looking down at her, I saw each huge titty flowing across her chest like ripe melons, flowing from side to side, then from front to rear. "That's it, Richard, honey, give it to me. Give it all to me." I leaned forward to kiss Aunt Judy when I felt her lift both legs and wrap her ankles around my naked ass. "Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned now, as the sides of her cunt became wetter and more slippery. My cock was driving now, slamming away as my aunt's stocking-encased legs caressed the sides of my ass. Enjoying the stimulation from the silk, I realized that I was much closer to coming than I'd planned to be at this stage in fucking my aunt. But in all honesty, while I did care about my aunt and ability to come, so far, she was up two to one on me. I wanted to explode in my aunt's pussy, and the sooner, the better.

But Aunt Judy had other ideas. "Baby, let me ride your cock," she asked. Although changing position meant removing my cock from her sweet pussy, because I wanted the experience of fucking my aunt to last as long as possible, I agreed, thrusting backward from her cunt and watching as my cunt-juice soaked cock emerged into view. I quickly lay on my back and found myself surprised when Aunt Judy positioned her body so that she was facing away from me rather than simply squatting over my cock. "You're going to enjoy this as much as I will, baby," she said over her shoulder. In awe, I watched as she straddled my cock, her bare ass framed by the two stocking tops, and her high heels digging into the mattress beside me, and slowly, lowered her ass until the head and then several inches of hard cock slid between her cunt lips. "Oh, yes, motherfucker, oh, yes" I heard Aunt Judy hiss as she began to ride my cock. "Oh, fucking yes!" Aunt Judy then began to ride my cock, increasing her speed with ach up and down thrust, until her ass crack slapped noisily upon my bare upper thighs. She leaned back slightly and began to moan as the slight change in body position allowed my cock to drive deeper into her cunt.

One thing I've always heard about older women and sex is that they not only are more willing to express what it is they want from a man, but that they also know how to use a cock to satisfy them in the most erotic and stimulating manner. When Aunt Judy leaned backward, I found that not only did my cock drive deeper into her cunt, but that the tip of the hard shaft actually began to stab against her "G" spot, located just inside the roof of her pussy. "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god," she moaned now, in a voice laced thick with lust. "I'm riding your cock, baby, oh, yes, I'm riding your cock." It was then that I felt Aunt Judy position her hand over he clit and begin to stroke the cunt button. Each time my cock slid upward to slide between her pussy lips, I felt the tips of her fingers stimulating the thick hard shaft. And I knew that it would not be long before I came.

Now, I'd anticipated coming in my aunt's pussy with my body positioned between her legs and driving as deeply as possible into her cunt. But now that I was on my back and sensed my own orgasm just on the horizon, I realized I didn't acre at all which position I was in when I came. And I doubted Aunt Judy cared, either. As she continued to ride my cock, and as her tight-lipped pussy continued to stimulate every nerve in my cock, I came closer and closer to coming. Watching her ass bouncing off my cock from behind finally caused me to explode as a flood of hot come erupted from my cock and began to fill every space in Aunt Judy's cunt.

"MOTHERFUCKER, I'M COMING!" I screamed over and over as my orgasm began to overtake me. "I'M FUCKING MY AUNT JUDY, HELL YES, I'M FUCKING MY AUNT JUDY!" I moaned time and again. My words not only informed my aunt that I was coming, but also served to cause her to come as well. Her body slowly began to shake, then quiver before she finally leaned so far back that her back rested on my chest, as my cock continued to slam away at her thick-hair covered cunt. On and on and on, the waves of orgasm washed over me and my aunt as we experienced simultaneous sexual explosions.

When the orgasms came to an end, Aunt Judy lifted her body from mine, my cock slowly slipping from the confines of her cunt. She lay beside me, kissing me, caressing me, even fondling my now limp cock. "Baby, that was special," she said to me before placing her lips upon mine and kissing me gently and lovingly. Because she had a need to talk, Aunt Judy informed me that she knew she was referring to me by my father's name, but doing so was the only way she could let herself fuck me. "Oh, don't get me wrong, Jason: I've always thought you were a handsome man, quite attractive," she said. "But as you got older and resembled your father more, I found myself needing something he was never able to give me." Again, my aunt kissed me before cradling my face in her hands and saying, "And now, tonight, you've done just that." I extended my neck and kissed my aunt as deeply as she'd kissed me only seconds before.

I could tell you that my aunt and I went to separate bedrooms that night, and that afterward, we both felt guilty about what had happened between us. But that would be a lie. No, Aunt Judy and I fucked several more times, and I was the happy recipient of the fact that Aunt Judy enjoys sex from several positions and in various household locations. We fucked on the breakfast table, on the sofa, even in the garage. Most of all, however, it was after she moved in with me and began to share my bed that we fell in love.

I know it's strange for a man to fall in love with his mother's sister. But Aunt Judy and I keep the relationship discrete, and everyone we know thinks I'm living with a matronly aunt. But she and I know better.