Hunter’s sexy snippets

"What a waste of a summer," I grumbled to myself.

I was in my car, driving to my Aunt Winifred's house. At 18 years of age and newly graduated, I was anxious to spend my summer blowing through my graduation money, lounging around the house, and hanging out with my friends before we all went off to college, but, unfortunately, my mom had other plans. She wanted to get me out of the house for an entire month, no doubt to make sure my bedroom would be able to be repurposed into either a crafts room, or a man cave for my dad.

So, they arranged for me to spend the entire month of June at my mom's younger sister's house. She lived all by herself in a nice community, and my mom told her that it would be nice for her to have a strong, young man in the house to keep it looking nice and to make her feel safe; she thought that it wasn't right for a woman to be by herself, when she could be robbed, raped, killed, or possibly all three. I'd pretty much be spending my time doing chores and keeping creeps away.

As I neared her home, I thought of my childhood memories of Aunt Winifred. She was that crazy aunt that every family has, the one that goes through men like tissues. She'd had four husbands, and an endless procession of boyfriends, all of whom, at one point or another, I had called uncle. My least favorite had been Uncle Travis, her second husband, who came straight out of a trailer park; I didn't miss his shifty eyes, his tobacco breath, and his frequent visits to jail. The Uncle I missed the most was Uncle Eddie, one of her boyfriends who loved taking me and my siblings and cousins out to the park, buying us great gifts, and telling us great bedtime stories.

The one thing that I remembered the most about my visits to Aunt Winifred's house was something that I never realized until I got a bit older: Aunt Winifred was a sex maniac.

Granted, it was one of the worst-kept secrets in our family, but it was one that I had apparently learned as soon as I was old enough to know about sex. Every so often, when my parents sent me to visit her children for sleepovers, I would hear moaning and screaming from down the hall. I remember thinking that whenever she screamed "Fuck me", that it was the name of some game that she was playing in her bedroom, like Red Rover. A funny nickname was circulated between my cousins and siblings who were aware of Aunt Winnie's penchant for being a howler in the sack: Aunt Wolfy. I was tickled when I heard the nickname being used by some of my other aunts and uncles.

Now, at the age of 45, she lived by herself; her children had all moved out, she never got remarried, and she could barely hold down a man...that last statement put a very interesting image in my head. I was just hoping that she wouldn't be shacking up with any guys in there. I warned my mom that if she had one of her sex friends in the house, I was out of there faster than a rabbi at an all-you-can-eat shellfish buffet.

I pulled into the driveway of her home, a large, two-story house that she had lived in for the last 21 years. I heaved a sigh as I unloaded my bags and walked up to the front door. She appeared at the door, holding a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade and looking a bit disheveled, but otherwise amazing.

My aunt had wavy brown hair with a few strands of gray that fell gracefully to her shoulders, and a face with barely any wrinkles or crow's feet. Clad in a floral-patterned sundress, her curvaceous body was well-displayed to me. She had nice, slim hips, toned arms and legs, and two lovely breasts that hung gracefully from her chest. It was only for a few seconds, but I noticed the two hard pegs poking through the bustline of her dress. My mind automatically said, "She really must have the AC cranked up in the house."

"Sammy!" she yelled exuberantly. "My, you've grown like a weed!" She opened her arms wide, and I walked towards her to give her a big hug, trying not to think about her hard nipples poking me in the chest. "Looks like you're all mine for the summer, huh?"

"It's just for a month, Aunt Winnie," I told her.

"Of course, of course," she said with a smile. "Come on inside here, boy."

Aunt Winnie led me into the house, which was extremely untidy. In every room I could see tons of half-empty bottles and cups of liquor, lots of boxes, various magazines, and pieces of mail. Aunt Winnie explained that even though she was very well off - thanks to a sizeable inheritance from my grandparents, and money she had gained from some of her past divorces – she wasn't a really organized person. She didn't know how to cook, and had no motivation whatsoever to keep her house clean. To her credit, she paid some a lawn service to maintain her lawn for an entire year, and had hired an accountant to pay her bills, but, hadn't bothered to hire a housekeeper or cleaning service to keep her home in order for her. She told me that she'd try to arrange for her home to be cleaned, but was extremely forgetful, so she never followed through; my mom explained in the past that this was due to her either being drunk, asleep, or in bed with some guy.

Aunt Winnie led me upstairs to a room that once belonged to my cousin Todd. She told me that he had moved out years ago, and seldom visited; all of his childhood belongings had been packed into numerous boxes. The only furniture in the room was a bed, a desk, and an office chair.

"I hope this room is okay," she said. "One of your jobs will be to ship all of this shit to your cousin. I have his address...somewhere."

"It's okay," I told her. "I can call and ask him."

"That's good, because, apparently, I'm not one of his favorite people right now. I think he's mad because I got a bit friendly with one of his friends from college a few years ago."

"How sad," I said flatly.

"Well, let me lay down some ground rules. First, you feed yourself."

"That's okay," I assured her. "I can cook."

"Good," she said. "Your mom told me that she gave you $500 for food money, but if you can whip up some good meals for the both of us, I'll spot you some cash. Second, I don't care if you drink or smoke weed, but make sure you don't leave the house when you're drunk or high. I will disavow any knowledge of your activities if you get arrested."

I couldn't help but smile, "I don't smoke weed, but I will admit to kicking back a drink or two."

"Good," Aunt Winnie said, pinching my cheek. "Lastly, I know your mom said that all you'd be doing is helping me out around the house, but I'm...cool." To my surprise, she didn't sound uncool when she said it. "Just clean one room of the house each day, and you can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you want. By my math, you should be done in about ten days."

"Fine with me."

After I settled into my room, I started off my labor by loading all of Cousin Todd's boxes into my car and taking them to the UPS store to be shipped, and then stopped at Subway for some lunch. When I got back to the house, I vacuumed, dusted, and cleaned the bedroom and bathroom, which helped me get done with room number one on my very first day.

It was only three in the afternoon, but I was already tired and hungry. I decided to take a nap, and then look for dinner after I woke up. It seemed that I only closed my eyes for a few seconds before I heard the screaming.

I sat up in the bed, seeing from the clock that I had only been asleep for little over half an hour. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stumbled out of bed and exited the room. Creeping down the hall, I could hear Aunt Winnie's moaning, even though I stood a few feet away from the door of the master bedroom. The sound filled me with an odd mixture of nostalgia and lust. When the noise died down, I quietly turned the other way and went back to bed, betting to myself that it wouldn't be long before whatever guy was inside would be doing the walk of shame to the front door.

The next time I woke up, it was a little before 7 PM. I was hungry as hell, so I got up and went downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I saw the overflowing trash cans, mountains of dishes, and uneaten food that sat all over the countertops and floors.

There was no way in hell that I would be able to cook a palatable meal in this warzone. I silently thanked God for the $500 my mom had given me for food, and then ordered some Pizza Hut on my smartphone. While waiting for my pizza, I decided to start cleaning up the kitchen, hoping that I wouldn't lose my appetite in the process.

During the 20 minutes it took me to wait for my food, I was able to fill several trash bags with rotten food and empty takeout containers, and get some dishes into the dishwasher. While I dragged the trash bags to the curb, I noticed that the only car in the driveway was mine, which meant that either Aunt Winnie's fuck buddy hadn't driven here, or she was up there by herself. I ran both scenarios in my head, which got me extremely hard.

My pizza arrived a few minutes later, so I ate it in the den, enjoying Aunt Winnie's unlimited cable channels and free beer. About ten minutes later, I saw Aunt Winnie walk into the kitchen, wearing naught but a sky blue silk nightie that terminated right above her knees. I enjoyed the mild look of shock on her face at the sight of her cleaner kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked into the den. I tried my best to keep my staring to a minimum.

"I like what you've done to the kitchen. Maybe it will be fit for human use soon," she said.

"Thanks," I replied. "I got a bit done before the pizza showed up, but I'll do the rest after I eat."

"No, you've done enough today; I saw what you did to Todd's old room. Good job. Take the rest of the night off and start fresh tomorrow. You mind if I have some of your pizza?"

"Help yourself."

She strutted over to the coffee table where the pizza box sat. Try as might, I couldn't help but watch her swaying hips and backside as she walked. Every feminine curve she had was rippling through the fabric of her nightie, ripe for my viewing entertainment. She bent down over the open box as she grabbed a slice, and I was treated to a view of her unbound breasts. In the dim light of the room, I could still make out her hard nipples, reminding me of those miniature chocolate marshmallows that go into hot cocoa.

I was hoping that she would eat the food on her way back up to her room, but, instead, she plopped herself down beside me on the couch. She smelled of body odor and perfume, but I still found her sexy. From the corner of my eye, I saw some of the toppings fall off of her pizza and into her cleavage.

"Yikes," she said, reaching into her nightgown and pulling out some olives and pepperoni. "I should have gotten a plate."

"It's okay; I'll be cleaning this room tomorrow."

We spent the better part of an hour watching television, conversing, and eating one of the two pizzas. The whole time we were talking, I was trying to either keep my eyes on her face, or the television. At around 9 AM, I got up from the couch and gave a stretch and a yawn.

"Okay, Aunt Winnie. I'm going to call it a night."

"Okay, sweetie," Aunt Winnie delivered a playful slap to my rear as I walked past her on my way out. "Good job today. At the rate you're going, you'll be done cleaning in no time."

I packed the rest of the pizza away in a Ziploc bag and put it in the fridge, intending on eating it for breakfast tomorrow. I was so glad that I was able to reach the stairs before getting a full-on erection. Before I turned in, I walked rapidly down the hall and peeked into her room. Flicking the lights on, I saw the messy bedroom was completely empty. After seeing a large purple vibrator lying on the bed, I concluded that there had been no one else in the room.

The next three days were pretty standard; I woke up, cleaned a part of the house, and then spent the rest of the day either watching television or jogging. I had cleaned three of the four bedrooms and the kitchen. I often glanced at the pool area, where the swimming pool was green and full of dead leaves, and the surrounding area was littered with ashtrays, garbage, and various articles of male and female clothing; that would be last on my list.

The whole time that I was there, my interactions with Aunt Winnie were pretty minimal. She had a very erratic sleeping schedule, so her days kind of ran together. I'd only see her when she came downstairs to get something to eat or drink, and I always heard her when she masturbated. It was hard for me to sleep, eat, or work, when I heard her loud cries piercing the air. I kept telling myself that I should just pack my bags and get the hell out of the house, but I stayed, and not because my mom told me so.

She didn't even seem to even acknowledge the fact that I could hear her; she never waited until I left the house, or even when I was sleeping. That, and the fact that she was always walking around with barely any clothes on, were making me very pent-up, sexually. It would be very awkward indeed when the time came to clean her room.

Thursday, I had gotten up at around 10 AM that morning. I didn't bother to shower, seeing that I wasn't going work up a sweat today, and I wasn't planning leave the house. I spent about three hours cleaning the den and the living room; I dusted and vacuumed the furniture, moved it, and vacuumed the entire floor. After taking more trash to the curb, I made some lunch, and then decided to take another nap. Not bothering to shower, I let my sweaty, stinky body collapse onto the bed and then I quickly fell asleep.

"OH, FUCK! FUCK YEAH!"

Begrudgingly, I cracked an eye open to see the digital alarm clock on my bedside table reading 2:13 PM. How could she be masturbating in the middle of the day? Daily, I fought the urge to pull up some porn on my laptop, hoping that Aunt Winnie wouldn't hear me, while she was getting herself off, uncaring of my presence.

Angrily, I arose from my bed, my dick rigid and pulsating. I was already pent-up, since I had no current girlfriend and hadn't gotten any pussy since the post-graduation party at Brent Holloway's house. I was having the best wet dream about that night, the night that I had Jessica Lange on her back in Brent's basement, but my aunt woke me up before the good part.

I quickly got out of bed and exited the bedroom. With my ears burning and my heart pounding within my chest, I walked towards the master bedroom, unsure of exactly what I was planning to do. I just know that I had to give Aunt Winnie a piece of my mind, and possibly something else.

Not bothering to knock, I grabbed the doorknob and let myself in. Aunt Winnie was lying on her back on top of the bed, her body completely devoid of clothing. Though it was a sunny day outside, all the curtains were drawn, leaving the room dimly lit. Still, I could see her body very well. The round, fulsome breasts that I had dreamed of sat on her chest, her taut abdomen didn't show any hint of fat or sagging, despite the fact that she never worked out.

The thing that surprised me the most was the large triangle of curly brown hair between her thighs. I'd seen a lot of pussy in my life, but the last time I saw a bush like hers was when I found one of my dad's old porn videos from the 70s. Now, I had another reason to call her Aunt Wolfy.

Planted firmly inside of her twat was the same purple vibrator I had glimpsed earlier. My nose was assaulted by the smell of pussy and stuffy bedroom, which, for some reason, made me even hornier. Aunt Winnie gave a yelp and sat up in the bed, neglecting to remove the still-humming vibrator from her crotch.

"Sammy, what the fuck are you doing here?" Aunt Winnie asked me, her voice full of shock and anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" I asked. "What the fuck is wrong with YOU?!? You walk around half naked and spend all day playing with your pussy, and you don't even bother to wait until I'm out of the house!"

"The fuck you want me to do about it? This is my house!"

"Shut the fuck up," I growled.

I quickly unbuttoned my shorts and yanked down my pants and underwear. Though I was still angry and horny, I was somewhat amused and surprised that Aunt Winnie was staring goggle-eyed at my dick. She didn't even protest when I pulled off my shirt, making myself as naked as she was.

I leapt into the bed and quickly crawled on top of her. Aunt Winnie could barely react as I pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her full on the mouth. She didn't even try to feign any resistance, parting her lips to allow my tongue inside. I was greeted with the taste of morning breath and alcohol, but it was delicious to a sex-starved teenager like me. I opened an eye to see that hers were shut, and a dreamy expression was plastered on her face.

As her low, soft moans left her throat and filled my mouth and ears, I was in a state of internal disbelief. Oh, my god! This is really happening! I'm in bed with my aunt, and she's totally D.T.F.!

After releasing my grip on her arms, she gently slid them around my neck, holding me as we continued to kiss. I joined her moaning, savoring her lips, her tongue, and her saliva. I trailed kisses all the way to her neck, tasting her salty perspiration and inhaling the deep scent of her hair.

"Yes, Sammy," she moaned. "Oh, yes! Oh, you don't know how long it's been." Her hands roved all over my arms and back. "Damn you have a nice body. You sure have grown up nicely."

"All that hard work cleaning your house definitely helped me keep in shape, Aunt Winnie," I whispered into her ear.

"Ohhhh, I bet," she whispered back to me as she grasped my buttocks with both hands. "So tight! Oh, what a specimen you are!"

"Yeah, grab my ass, Aunt Winnie."

"Mmm, you like that, huh?" She smiled and delivered more squeezes to my butt. "You have a wonderful ass, Sammy, though, I might have to give you a spanking for using that bad language earlier."

"I want you to spank my ass, Aunt Winnie."

"Oh, fuck! God, you're making me wet."

"Really? Let me feel..."

I moved a hand down her body, sliding it along her belly until I reached the soft delta of hair that adorned her pelvis. Aunt Winnie moaned as I rubbed her nether regions, my hand getting much damper with each motion I made. When my fingers grazed the large, rubbery foreign object, still lodged inside of my aunt, I gently pulled it out and tossed it to the bedroom floor.

"Ahhhhh," she breathed. "I want you to take its place, Sammy. Be my vibrator."

I stopped kissing her neck and brought my head up so that I was looking her in the face. I watched Aunt Winnie's eyes roll and a heard a loud howl escape her lips as I slid my hot pecker into her hairy pussy. I bit my lip, trying to stave off the desire to cum. I had never expected her to be so wet already. Also, after all the years of hearing her from outside this room, I never imagined that I would be the one to make her cry out.

My hips seemed to move of their own accord, pumping my dick in and out of her body. I watched Aunt Winnie's large tits rise and fall with each deep breath she took. Her face was contorted with ecstasy as she felt me fill her cock-hungry hole.

"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh, more, Sammy! Give me more cock!"

With a grunt, I grabbed her by the ankles and started fucking her faster. My heart leapt with excitement as I heard her screams get louder. The pain growing in my nuts made me wince, but I fought to keep my eyes open so I could savor the sight of Aunt Winnie writhing from the pleasure that I was giving her. My eyes were mesmerized by the jiggling breasts and hard nipples that I had been lusting after for so long. I let go of her ankles and roughly grabbed her chest, fondling her large melons and pinching her nipples.

"SAMMY, PLEASE! NOT MY TITS! YOU'RE....YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!"

"Oh, Aunt Winnie!" I moaned as I bent forward to bury my face her tits. "You have some great tits!" I took one of her stiff, brown nipples into my mouth, sucking on it and prodding it with the tip of my tongue. I felt her hands clutch my head, pulling it ever closer to her chest.

"STIR MY GUTS UP! STAB ME WITH THAT FAT COCK, SAMMYYYYYY!"

For some reason, I wanted to hear her scream even louder; I took my mouth off of her breast and latched onto its twin. I started by giving the other nipple a gentle suck, before biting the engorged nub with my front teeth. Aunt Winnie let out a cry so loud that it made my ears ring.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEE!"

I took my face away from her mammaries and went up to lick her wailing mouth. Feeling my licks, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick mine. We lay there, our desperate tongues dueling each other in the open air.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried out.

"Noooooo," Aunt Winnie said with a whimper. "Just fuck meeeeee!"

I ignored her and buried my nose in her hair. The two of us cried out as I squirted my seed into her hairy twat, filling the air with the sounds of our release. When we were done, I continued to lie on top of her, my half-erect dick still inside of her. I rolled over onto my back, trying to catch my breath as we still reeled from our hard fuck-session. Aunt Winnie rolled over to spoon against me, rubbing her soaked pussy against my thigh and making it slick with our love juices.

"Is it bad that I was kind of hoping that you would do this?"

"No," I panted. "I think that we both needed this."

"Mmm, too true," Aunt Winnie chuckled as she nuzzled my neck and gave it a kiss. "I haven't been properly fucked since Saint Patrick's. How long has it been since you got some?"

"Graduation day," I answered.

"Well, you've certainly graduated today, Sammy," she said as she rolled on top of me. She kissed my chest twice and rested her head upon it. "You made me scream! Could you seriously hear me from all the way out there?"

"Yeah," I chuckled. "My first night here, I thought that some guy was up here with you, giving you the business."

"Oh, damn," she chuckled. "I guess I've always been a screamer."

I then proceeded to tell her about the years of hearing her coital noises during the many times that I had roomed here as a young man. She giggled with every story that I told her, totally unashamed that all of her family knew about her raucous sex life. She didn't even feel bad about her secret nickname.

"'Aunt Wolfy', huh? Well, I'll wear that badge proudly, my nephew."

"Good to hear it," I said with a smile.

"Having said that," she said as she sat up, still on top of me. "How about you make your Aunt Wolfy howl some more?"

I reached up and grabbed her tits, giving her my answer. Thankfully, my dick was nice and hard again. Aunt Winnie gave a delighted squeal as she felt it poking her in the ass.

"Mmm, someone's ready, I see," Aunt Winnie said, reaching back to grab my shaft. "Oh! I've got an idea!"

"What is it?"

She rolled off of me, got on all fours, and pointed her rear up into the air. "Got a new chore for you, Samuel; I want you to put it up my ass, honey."

"Really?" I said as a huge smile erupted on my face.

"Consider it a reward for all of your hard work. Ever done it doggy-style?"

I shook my head at her in reply, while being totally mesmerized by her bountiful rump, which was still glistening with sweat. Between the two cheeks, I could see a narrow valley full of lush, brown hair sticking out, slightly resembling a Mohawk running up and down her taint. I went over and knelt behind her, rubbing my hands all over her magnificent booty.

"Don't worry about being gentle with me, Sammy," she told me. "I want you to wreck my shit... literally."

I aimed my dick at the hairy, puckered hole and popped the tip inside. Immediately, Aunt Winnie let out a wail, digging her fingers and toes into the bed sheets. Both of our bodies tensed; I was totally unprepared for how tight her asshole was. I was sure that if I slid the rest of myself into her, I wouldn't last more than a minute. Unfortunately, Aunt Winnie had other ideas.

"What are you waiting for? FUCK ME IN THE ASS!"

Gritting my teeth, I leaned forward so that I was lying on her back, while crouched on the balls of my feet. With a stifled roar, I pushed my entire cock into her hairy ass. Aunt Winnie began to moan and jostle beneath me, like a bucking bronco.

"Ooooooooh! Sammy , fuck me harder! HARDER!"

My only reply was a whimper, the sound of which made me feel less like a man. I sucked in air as I tried my best to rut inside of her without cumming too soon. I reached underneath her and grabbed her large breasts, which swayed seductively in rhythm with my thrusting. Within my palms, I could feel Aunt Winnie's hard nipples poking me. Once again, I buried my face in her fragrant hair.

"Oh, that's tight!" I cried out. "Fuuuuuuck! You have a great asshole!"

"Yes! I....AH!"

Aunt Winnie's cries began anew, cutting her sentence short. We continued her anal violation for what seemed like an eternity. I looked over at the vanity mirror, and our reflection reminded me of two dogs having sex. I soon began to regret looking, since the sight was enough to bring me to the breaking point. I could feel the semen battering against the end of my cock, begging to be free.

I tilted my head and came inside of Aunt Winnie's ass, shooting all of my lust and frustration into her body in a wet, milky mess. I fell back on the bed with my legs spread, my dick deflating while still dripping with strands of man goo. As I lie there, trying to catch my breath, I saw Aunt Winnie, with her ass still pointed up in the air. Cum was running out of her rectum and down her hairy crack and even to her pussy. Her breathing was shrill and ragged, and her ass cheeks were a dark shade of red, despite the fact that I had not spanked her.

"Ohhh, Aunt Winny!" I groaned, cradling my sore nuts. "My dick hurts."

"You....hah....you sound like you enjoyed it!"

"Ungh, I did."

She rolled over so that she was lying on her back, grabbed the bed sheet, and used it to rub her ass and pussy before throwing it to the floor.

"I guess I need to do laundry," I joked.

"Mmmm, would you mind?"

"Sure," I yawned. "Just let me get a nap, first. I'm still sore from cleaning the den."

"Good idea," she said, as she positioned herself so that I was spooning her. I could feel the wet, hot skin of her butt against my limp cock. She reached behind herself, grabbed my hand, and brought it to her breast, which I softly fondled. "We'll take a nap, and then I want to fuck some more."

"Mmmhmm," I mumbled before falling asleep.

I awoke around 7 PM, and the room was pitch-black. Hearing Aunt Winnie's loud snores, I decided not to wake her up, and crawled out of bed. Thankfully, a night light was on, so I was able to retrieve my clothes. True to my word, I decided to do some laundry. In the dimly-lit room, I arranged several piles of soiled linens and carried them out into the hall.

After sorting the piles and putting them in the washing machine, I decided that it would be nice to make some dinner. I had bought some boneless chicken breasts a few days ago, so I seasoned them up, and broiled them on the stove with some chopped veggies. I heard footsteps, so I turned around to see Aunt Winnie standing in the kitchen, wearing a bath robe.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Starving," she replied. "I could smell the food from upstairs, and that woke me up."

"Well, I figured that you could use some dinner after our...quality time."

Aunt Winnie giggled. "After the great time you showed me, I should be making you dinner." She sidled over behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "What do you say we scarf down this meal down so you can give me a really good bedtime?"

Our dinner was fraught with sexual tension, and the bottle of wine that Aunt Winnie provided for us to drink did not help in the slightest. Once we were both finished, she got up from her chair, took me by the hand, and led me out over to the stairs. My heart pounded with anticipation as we walked to the second story. We were halfway down the hall before she stopped suddenly, bent forward, and began grinding her ass against my crotch. I was rock hard in seconds.

Once we were in the bedroom, she walked to the other side of the bed, turned to face me, and undid the belt of her robe, letting it fall to the floor. I undressed while she climbed into the bed, anxious to have my dick inside of my aunt. My pants and boxers were off first, but, while I hoisted my shirt over my head, I could feel Aunt Winnie take my penis into her mouth.

Once I was free of the shirt, I discarded it and watched as my aunt began to blow me. She looked up at me with a dazed, erotic expression on her face, moaning as she savored my taste. I could feel her tongue rubbing itself all over my dick, making it wet with her drool. I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, reveling in its softness. My stomach fluttered as she reached up to caress my chest.

She sucked on the head of my penis before detaching her mouth with a loud pop. Looking up at me, she smiled, stuck out her tongue, and the tip to tease my pee hole. My toes curled and I moaned as a bit of pre-cum oozed out.

"I'm gonna brush my teeth with your cock for the rest of the time you're here," she cooed.

I decided that I'd had enough, so I climbed into bed with her. She embraced me as we lay together, kissing and exploring each other's bodies with our hands. I could feel her hands gripping my cock, which was still wet with her spit.

"I guess you like this, don't you, auntfucker?"

I reached over and pinched both of her nipples. "I sure do, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't like it too, nephewfucker."

She smiled in amusement before locking lips with me again. "I'm so glad that I get you for three more glorious weeks, Sammy. Of course, you'll be sleeping in here, from now on; no more crashing in Todd's old room for you, dear nephew."

"Fine with me."

"Good, now, get on your back; I want to ride your cock."

I quickly obeyed so that Aunt Winnie could straddle me. She grabbed my dick and rubbed it against her furry snatch. Impatience welled up inside of me, and I looked at her with a pleading expression, begging to be inside of her. At last, she pushed my dick past the lips of her shaggy womanhood. The warmth of her vagina spurred my temptation to cum.

"Goooood, yesssss," she whispered before she began to move up and down.

My ears were gifted once more of the sound of my aunt's loud moans. Her mouth was agape as she bounced upon my lap, wailing so loud that I feared that the neighbors could hear us. I reached up with both hands and grabbed her bouncing tits. I got to fondle them for a few seconds before she grabbed my hands and pinned them to the bed. I wanted to argue, but she began to ride me faster, making me moan.

"Nooooo, you're my bitch now!" Aunt Winnie moaned. "Ohhhhhhh!"

Thankfully, she leaned forward, which allowed her to unknowingly dangle her sumptuous melons right above my face. I took one of her swaying breasts into my mouth again, savoring the salty taste of her skin. Again, Aunt Winnie tried to deny me the pleasure of her chest by leaning back to her original position. Although, I was enjoying her amazing pussy, I still wanted tits. I sat up straight and pulled her body close to mine.

"Nooooo," she cried. "Get down on that bed! Ahh!"

"Stop being such a tease, TAKE THIS!"

I began to move my hips upwards at twice the speed that she had been using. I looked at Aunt Winnie's face, aroused by the sight of her tightly-shut eyes. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held on for dear life as I gave her a rough cowgirl-style fucking. My aunt screamed so loudly that, for a second, I thought that she was in pain. The only things to come out of her were not tears, but the fluids spilling out of our loins.

"Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME, SAMMY! YES! YES! AAAAAAAUGH!"

"OHHHHHHHHH!"

To my surprise, I let out a moan to rival hers as we orgasmed. I could feel my cum running all over my crotch, soaking both of our still-entwined genitals. I fell forward and kissed her face as she worked to fill her lungs with air.

"You're going to drive me insane," she whispered. "Don't you dare pull out."

I was surprised that I was able to get the garage cleaned on Friday and attic cleaned on Saturday. Since I didn't know what Aunt Winnie wanted to keep, I had to run everything that I found past her. It was extremely hard to stay on task with her begging me to go back to bed, but, I got it done.

Sunday morning, I was awoken a sharp slap on the ass. I sat up to see Aunt Winnie smiling at me as she stood by the bed fully dressed in a white blouse and a denim skirt.

"Get up," she ordered. "You need to get showered, dressed and packed."

"Packed? Wh-where are we going?"

"I booked us a room at the Hilton. You and I are going to stay there for a few days."

"But, what about the house cleaning? I still have to tackle the pool and the back porch."

"I hired some guys to clean up while we're gone. They are going to get that pool water back to swimming condition and clean that shit off of the porch. They won't have to set foot in the house at all. When we come back, it will all be spotless."

"So, does that mean no more chores for me?" I asked.

"Oh, no, sweetie," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing my morning wood. "I booked us a Signature Suite, and trust me, you'll be doing some chores for me between the sheets of a king-size bed. Now, get up and get ready to leave."

As I got out of the bed and headed to the shower, I felt glad this summer was finally looking up.

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The drive to the hotel seemed like it took forever, even though it was only about 11 miles away. Aunt Winnie and I were doing our best to resist the urge to pull over to the side of the road and do the horizontal mambo in the back seat. We spent the entire ride pawing at each other's bodies.

At long last, the hotel came into view. Aunt Winnie and I got out of the car and she handed the valet her keys and a nice tip. The bellhops unloaded our luggage from the car, put them on carts, and wheeled them behind us as we walked into the hotel. After checking in and receiving our room keys, we took the elevator up to our suite. Aunt Winnie handed each bellhop who carried our luggage a crisp $50 bill before they departed.

I barely had time to marvel at our spacious and luxurious suite; as soon as the bellhops were out of the room, I felt my aunt wrap her arms around my waist as she grabbed me from behind, pressing her body to mine. Her fingers found the clasp of my pants and deftly undid them. My dick was hard way before she had my pants to the floor.

"Mmm, isn't this nice, Sammy?" Aunt Winnie cooed into my ear as she reached into my boxers, wrapped her fingers around my dick and began to softly stroke it. "For six whole days, we have this place all to ourselves."

I gave out a low moan, completely held captive in her grip. I turned around to take her into my arms and press my lips to hers. She gave a chuckle as I slid my tongue into her mouth. My hands wasted no time in undoing the front of her skirt, and tugging them down, hearing them slide down her legs and hit her feet. I was about to slide my fingers down into her panties, but she gently grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"Ah-ah!" Aunt Winnie said with a smile. "Let's take this party into the bedroom." She grabbed me by the Johnson and led me towards the bedroom like the horny dog that I was. We crossed the threshold into the spectacular bedroom.

"What a nice balcony view," Aunt Winnie remarked in the direction of the window that displayed the beautiful hotel grounds and the city beyond. She then threw me over towards the king-sized bed and commanded me to strip. I quickly obeyed, while she closed the curtains and flicked the lights on.

I watched hungrily as she removed the rest of her clothing, baring her beautiful DD breasts and her shaggy crotch. She crawled into the bed sultrily and crawled on top of me. We kissed again, running our hands over each other's bodies, as if we hadn't seen each other in years.

"Sit up, baby," she told me. "I want you in my mouth."

I giddily obeyed her, resting my back against the numerous large pillows that were propped up against the headboard. Aunt Winnie locked eyes with me as she slid down my body until her face was level with my crotch. She roughly grabbed my shaft with her left fist and greedily began to suck on my nuts. I could see her face light up with amusement as a moan of longing escaped my lips. She then began to softly jerk me off, driving my body crazy.

"Ohhhhhh, Aunt Winnie!"

"MMMM!" Aunt Winnie moaned. "I love it when you say my name like that! You gonna cum soon, Sammy?"

"I...I don't...aaaaaaaugh!"

She let go of my cock and began nuzzle my genitals. "Oh, my dear! You can't imagine how badly I wanted to fuck you on the way here."

"I want you, too!"

"'I want you, too' what, Samuel?"

"I...I want you, too, Aunt Winnie!"

She got on her knees and said, "Then, stand up and put your cock in my mouth. I want to taste your spooge, Sammy. Fuck my skull."

I quickly scrambled onto my feet so that I was standing on the mattress. I then grabbed my aunt's head with both hands and rammed my cock into her warm maw. Immediately, my rod was caught in a pleasurable vacuum of hot flesh and saliva, sending tingles up my spine. Aunt Winnie reached up and grasped my butt with both hands so that she could pull me deeper into her face.

I let out a loud grunt as I looked down to see my aunt, with her eyes closed and her cheeks puffed out like a frog's. She then looked up at me and began bobbing her head back and forth, noisily slurping on my manhood. Her hands were busy stroking my legs and playing with my balls. Every touch, lick, gurgle that I sensed was making me shiver with lust. I noticed an angry look in Aunt Winnie's eye; she really must have wanted me to cum, and seeing that look was enough to send me over the edge.

Aunt Winnie dug her fingers into the backs of my knees as I came inside her mouth. As the semen rocketed out of my cock, I could feel it impacting her throat. She moaned as she tried to swallow my seed, gulping it down furiously before detaching her mouth from my crotch. I fell back on the bed and lie there while watching her wipe a few errant strands of jism from my limp member with her hand and lick it up. She looked as though my cum had the flavor of ice cream.

"Mmm. Yummy, yummy, yummy," she decided.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said wearily.

"I sure did," she said as she came over to lie beside me. "Now, while we wait for you to get hard again, I want you to do something for your dear Aunt Wolfy."

I gave a small chuckle at the nickname that had been bestowed upon her by my siblings and cousins, due to her loud howling during sex. "Whatever could it be?"

She smiled and ran a finger up and down my chest. "I want you to lick my pussy, sweet nephew."

Though I was still reeling from the amazing head that I had just received, I still crawled towards my aunt's crotch like a thirsty man in the desert crawling to an oasis. With my nose inches from her muff, I inhaled deeply, savoring its deep scent. I gently and gradually buried my face into her pubes, smiling as I felt the moist hairs wetting my skin. When my lips had found her lower lips, I stuck out my tongue and began licking her slit. I could feel Aunt Winnie's fingers running through my hair as she pulled my head closer into her pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhh, yeah!" Aunt Winnie moaned. "That's a good boy...good booooooy! Lick me up."

My only reply was a groan as I lapped up the sticky juices coming out of her cunt. Aunt Winnie continued to direct me in the ways of oral sex, her moans getting louder and longer. An idea suddenly sprung into my head; without warning, I pulled my face out of her genitals, and began planting kisses, bites and licks around her inner thighs.

"Noooooo, don't be a tease, Sammy!" Aunt Winnie said, half-moaning and half-giggling. "Oh, you're going to drive many a woman crazy with that stuff! Lick me, yeah. Ooooooooh."

"Yes, Aunt Winnie," I murmured as I returned my mouth to her pussy. My probing tongue roved all over her hairy snatch. Eventually, in its search, it found a tiny nub at the top of her slit that made her writhe when I licked it. When I heard how much she enjoyed being licked there, I did it some more.

"YES! Oh, Sammy, baby, you found my clit, I...uuuuuuungh!"

Her words were abruptly cut off as she let out a groan of pleasure. Determined, I tilted my head up and began sucking on her clitoris. Though my eyes were shut, I could hear her legs moving up and down the bed, and I could feel her pelvis arching and falling.

"YES! OH, YES! LICK MY CUNT! AAAAAAAAIIII! AAAAAIIIII MMMM!"

A second hand placed itself on my head and pushed my face deeper; it was though Aunt Winnie was trying to shove my head into her pussy. I reached up with both hands to grip her thighs, holding on for dear life as I delivered more licks and sucks to her swollen clit. My aunt continued to vocalize, howling so loud that it made my ears ring. As her screams got louder, I could tell that she was nearing her breaking point. Now, to use a move I saw in a porno...

With my front teeth, I gently bit down on as much of her clitoris as I could. The resulting yell she gave made me think that I was in bed with Xena: Warrior Princess. My face was rewarded by an inundation of cum, which I happily drank from her pink sink. When she had finished her orgasm, I crawled up her body and kissed her face as she sucked in air. She looked so beautiful with her plastered expression of wooziness.

"Good job," she panted as she planted a quick kiss on my lips.

"Thanks," I smiled, with my face still slick with her cum.

"Why don't we break for lunch?"

The two of us put on some bathrobes and ordered lunch through room service. We rested on the couch in the living room of our suite, watching television while we waited on our food. About 20 minutes later, our meals arrived. I enjoyed a juicy gourmet bacon cheeseburger with a side of fried potatoes, while Aunt Winnie had some grilled chicken focaccia. We lay on the couch together, absolutely stuffed.

"Gaaaah, that was a great burger! " I exclaimed, cradling my stomach.

"I bet it didn't taste as good as my pussy, huh?"

"Shut up!" I laughed before reaching over to tickle her.

Aunt Winnie erupted with laughter that was almost as loud as her sex screams. She tried her best to guard herself against my hands, and even tried to get in some tickles herself. She got up from the couch, and, in her haste, the belt of her robe came undone. She ran around the coffee table and I gave chase, my dick throbbing and hard from the sight of her bouncing breasts springing out of the folds of her robe. Lust definitely helped my speed, as we ran around our hotel suite like children.

After a few circuits around the dining room, I was able to catch the bottom of her robe, which was flapping in front of me as she ran. She was surprised as I yanked the robe off of her body, stopping to wheel around and grab the other end. She stood there stark naked, playing tug-of-war with me and giggling. I was glad when she started pulling me in the direction of our master bedroom. When her backside was pressed against the side of the bed, I let go, causing her to fall back onto the mattress.

Hungry for her body, I discarded the robe I was wearing and leapt on top of her. I didn't want any foreplay, or any kissing; I just wanted to be inside of her. But, before I could thrust inside of her, Aunt Winnie reached up with both hands, took each of my nipples between her thumb and index finger and gave them a vicious twisting. My eyes immediately closed shut, as white-hot jolts of pain and pleasure struck me. I let out a squeal like a stuck pig.

"Mmm, I think we found something that you like, Sammy!" Aunt Winnie mused.

"Aaaaaaugh! Let go, Aunt Winnie!" I begged.

"No! I like hearing you squeal!"

"I'll make YOU squeal!"

My cock found its mark, as I plunged it into my aunt's hairy twat, making her cry out in ecstasy. She had no idea was what she was in for; once again, I was angry and horny, and I intended to take out my frustrations on her body. The mattress thumped with the force of my thrusting.

"YEEEEESSS! FUCK ME! RAM IT IN! RAAAAAAM IT IIIIIIIIN!"

"SHUT UP!" I yelled, angrily between thrusts. "I'll teach you to make me chase you around the fucking hotel room and tweak my fucking nipples!"

"YEEEEAH!" Aunt Winnie howled with a smile. "WRECK ME!"

I obliged her by increasing the speed that I was fucking her with. Again, my aunt's words devolved into screams of arousal. My heart fluttered at the sight of her big, beautiful breasts bouncing from the force of my lovemaking. Though I was trying to keep my "angry fuck" face straight, I could not help but let out a small chuckle from the feeling of my dick rubbing against her furry bush. I stopped, and the two of us simply lie there, moaning and panting.

"Is that...whew...the best you can do?" Aunt Winnie asked me.

That sent me over the edge. I pulled out of her quickly and flipped her over so that she was lying face-down on the bed. I grabbed her supple ass, pulled it up into the air, and spread it apart, getting a better view of the wild tangle of dark hair that grew inside. Without bothering to ask permission, I crouched behind her and rammed my hard penis into her anus. We both cried out as though we had been stabbed...well, I guess, technically, one of us had.

I fucked Aunt Winnie as hard as I could, grinding her into the bed with such intensity that I feared that it would break. She buried her face into the mattress, muffling her screams as she dug her fingers into the covers, though the sound was still music to my ears. It was still hard to believe that her ass was still so tight after the many times I had been inside of it. Her viselike sphincter muscles were squeezing my dick so hard that it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep from cumming. To make matters worse, Aunt Winnie had decided to pull her face out of the surface of the bed, causing her screams to reach their full volume.

"OH, GOD! MY ASS! MY ASS! PLEASE KEEP RAPING MY ASS, SAMMY!"

I let out a whimper as my ears burned with her words. Unable to take any more, I pulled out of her and came all over her ass and back. We both cried out with orgasm, as I pelted her body with my burning spunk, whitish drops even hitting her head. I fell down to lie beside her on my back, and she let her ass fall, so that she was lying flat on the bed. We stared at each other, the both of us tired and contented.

"Why...why didn't you cum in my ass?" Aunt Winnie asked me.

"Too tight...your ass is amazing."

"Thank you, Sammy. That felt great."

We continued to rest, our bodies still trying to refresh themselves from our exertions. About ten minutes later, Aunt Winnie got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. Before she entered, she turned to look at me.

"I'm going to run us a bubble bath," she told me.

"Okay," I replied. "After that, my ass needs a nap."

"You shouldn't complain about your ass, after what you did to mine," she teased.

"Shut up!" I weakly chuckled.

"I'll call you when the bath is ready."

Another ten minutes passed before I was summoned to the bathroom, waking me out of a nap that I had fallen into. I walked inside to see the luxurious room, complete with a shower, dual sinks, and a large whirlpool tub. All around the dim room, Aunt Winnie had lit several candles. She was already inside the tub, her long, brown hair tied up, holding a glass of champagne. She smiled over and offered me another waiting glass.

"Get in here, lover boy," she purred.

Though my body was still tired, seeing her in the tub was enough to make my cock twitch. I climbed into the bathtub, accepting the champagne flute after I had sat down. I took a sip, marveling at the taste.

"Dom Perignon ," she remarked as she reached over to grab the bottle sitting in a bucket of ice. "I can't believe that they had a 1969 in stock. This wine's as old as I am."

"I'm already drunk on you, Aunt Wolfy," I offered with a smile.

"Awwww, you're so sweet," she said, coming over to sit beside me. "It's so good of you to spend time with your old aunt, keeping her distracted."

"The pleasure is all mine."

"Mmmm, it sure is." She used her free hand to rub my thigh underwater. "What am I going to do, when you leave for college?"

"I could still visit, plus, we'll see each other during holidays."

She laughed. "It'll be really hard for us to hook-up with family around, trust me."

"I'm just glad that you don't resemble mom, otherwise, I'd be scarred for life."

She looked at me with an astonished expression. "You don't think that your mother and I resemble each other? That is so sweet!"

We both laughed and continued to drink our champagne. We spent the rest of our bath, washing each other, kissing, and conversing. Once we started getting pruny, we exited and dried each other off. Though we were both horny, we knew that we wouldn't last long, should we choose to initiate another round of lovemaking. Drunk, clean, and tired, we got our naked bodies underneath the covers of our bed and fell asleep.

It was almost 7 PM when I woke up. I sat up in bed, stretched and yawned. I looked over at Aunt Winnie, still fast asleep; the sight of her was enough to get me hard again. Unfortunately, my loud, rumbling stomach overrode my raging libido. Aunt Winnie rolled over at the sound and squinted up at me.

"You hungry baby?"

My only response was a weak smile. We both put on some clothes, and I ordered some dinner through room service. Aunt Winnie had some roast chicken, mixed vegetables, and wild rice. I enjoyed a porterhouse steak, lobster tail, and a baked potato. We enjoyed another bottle of Dom with our meal.

"That was undoubtedly the best steak I've ever had," I said, rubbing my stomach.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Aunt Winnie said, getting up from the dining room table. "Want to watch some television before we go back to bed?"

"But, I'm not sleepy," I protested, still seated. "It's still early."

Aunt Winnie came back over to the table and leaned forward, her smiling face inches from mine.

"Who said anything about sleep?" She caressed my face and gave me another long kiss.

"Why don't you get ready for me in the bedroom?" I told her. "I've got a surprise for you."

Aunt Winnie slowly walked to the bedroom, taking care to disrobe on the way, leaving a trail of clothing in her wake. When I was sure that she was in there, I grabbed a chocolate cake off of the table. I had ordered it with dinner, and was planning to eat it for dessert. It was covered in pink frosting. With the cake in hand, I walked to the bedroom.

Aunt Winnie was lying nude on her front, looking up at me with longing. After seeing the cake in my hand, her face took an expression of mild confusion. I smiled at her reaction, set the cake on the bed, and took off my clothes.

"Can't the cake wait, Sammy?" she asked. "I want cock, not cake."

"Well, you're about to have both."

I grabbed a slice of the cake, walked over, and pushed it into her face. Aunt Winnie yelped and laughed as I smeared the dessert into her cheeks and eyes. I pushed some of the cake into her mouth, and she took the opportunity to suck on my fingers, noisily savoring the cake. The sounds of her moans and sucks were making me even harder than I already was. Even with her face smeared with dark cake and pink frosting, she was still sexy as hell.

"Ooooh! What a great idea, Sammy!" Aunt Winnie squealed as she licked some of the cake off of her lips. "I think I like cake in bed, especially when it it's with you!"

She picked up another slice with one hand and used the same hand to grab my dick. She then smeared the cake into my shaft first, and then proceeded to rub into my balls. Though much of it fell on the floor, the slice of cake was coated all over my genitals.

"Oh, a cock cake!" she said without taking her eyes off of my crotch.

She immediately bent down and gobbled my stained cock, slobbering and sucking all the cake off of it. Shivers ran up my spine and my eyes fluttered shut as Aunt Winnie's mouth enveloped me. I held her head as she bobbed her head to and fro.

"Ohhhhhhh! Goddamn, you really can suck a dick!"

Aunt Winnie took my burning cock out of her mouth and began to suckle my testicles, desperately trying to eat as much of the cake as she could get. Our eyes met as she grabbed my shaft, pumping it as she continued to lavish attention to my nuts.

"Oh, Sammy," she said in a dusky tone. "I swear I'm going to get diabetes after this."

"Then, let me give you an insulin injection!"

I grabbed her head and smashed it into the rest of the cake, carefully not to do it too hard. I pulled up her face, and to my added relief, she laughed with glee. I found her cake-logged face utterly hilarious; I could barely see her eyes, only her mouth and nose.

"You like that cake, don't you, my horny aunt?" I asked her.

"Mmmhmm!" I could see her smile beneath the cake and frosting.

"Good!"

I threw her onto her back, leapt on top of her, and slid myself into her. I heard a satisfying groan from Aunt Winnie as my manhood filled her hairy twat. Without giving her a chance to process the pure sensation, I began bucking back and forth, making the bed rock with our movements. Already she began to wail as we both drowned in pleasure. She reached up and put her arms around me, clutching my body to hers.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Sammyyyyy! Oh, Sammy, I...AH...YES! FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR AUNT WOLFYYYYYY!"

Eagerly, I began to lick the cake and icing from her face. Aunt Winnie stuck out her tongue, desperately trying to meet my own. I collected a large amount of cake with a long lick, and then forced it into her mouth with my tongue. We slobbered all over each other, making audible licking and slurping noises. I noticed some cake on her earlobe, so I hastily sucked it off.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Yes!" Aunt Winnie cried.

"Oh, Aunt Winnie, I love yooooou!" I moaned.

"I love you, too...nnngh! Darling!"

With a feral snarl, Aunt Winnie flipped me onto my back, grabbed the plate of the ruined cake, and dumped it onto my chest. She smeared it all over my torso, my neck, and even onto my face. I laughed and moaned as the slimy mess coated my body. She then bent down and began bathing me with her tongue, running it up and down my stomach. When she made it to my chest, she immediately took one of my cake-coated nipples into her mouth and began to suck on it furiously.

I was sent into a paroxysm of delight that I had never known. Though I was enjoying it, I felt a tiny bit of shame from having my nipples sucked; I guess that I always thought that only women enjoyed that. However, as Aunt Winnie switched to the other nipple, I decided that I no longer cared.

"Yes, Aunt Winnie! Suck on my nipples!"

"Where's my milk, Sammy?" Aunt Winnie asked me in that horny-angry tone that I had come to love. "I can't believe you brought a cake, and you didn't have the good sense to bring milk!"

As she continued to feast up my nipples, my mind went blank. A fleeting thought went through my head, wishing that I could somehow lactate for my aunt's pleasure. I cried out almost as loud as she did.

"Enough of this," Aunt Winnie growled, rolling over so that she lay on her side, facing away from me. "If I can't have any nipple milk, then I want your cock milk, Sammy!"

Still dazed from having my nipples pleasured, I scooted forward on the bed so that I was spooning with my aunt. She raised her leg into the air, beckoning me to enter her. With a moan, I grasped my cock and put it back into the furry, wet embrace of her love-slit. Aunt Winnie squealed as I breached her lower lips. She grabbed my hand and brought it over to her breast, so I fondled her while I started to fuck her anew.

"I'm not joking, Sammy," she moaned. "Being in bed with you is driving me crazy!"

"I'm going to cum soon, Aunt Winnie," I confessed.

"I know, baby, I know. Just...mmmmph...just fuck me until we both cum, then we'll go to sleep. Mmm!"

She turned her head back to face me, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue, signaling her desire for another kiss. I did the same and pushed my mouth to meet hers. We lie there, kissing and fucking like animals until the familiar pang hit the tip of my cock, warning my approaching end.

As her pussy muscles clamped, so did my hand on her breast. I grit my teeth as I spurted my load into her cunt, deluging it with milky, hot semen. Aunt Winnie's howls drowned out my own as we writhed in the throes of orgasm.

"Oh, fuck!" I gasped, rolling over to lie on my back. My dick was sore and useless, begging my body for a reprieve. "I think that's enough dessert."

"I agree," Aunt Winnie moaned. "I'm too tired for another bath...or to do laundry, for that matter."

I looked around to see the sheets were stained with pink frosting and chocolate cake. It looked like we'd binged on Pepto Bismol and then shit all over the bed. I hoped that we didn't have to explain these stains to housekeeping...still, it was kind of hot. Too tired, we both climbed underneath the messy covers and fell asleep in each other's arms. I could definitely cross "food sex" off of my bucket list.

The next morning I awoke close to noon. Our bodies were sticky with dried frosting, saliva, sweat, and other secretions. Aunt Winnie was still passed out, so I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After I got out, she was still fast asleep. I cleaned up as much of the sheets and cake as I could, leaving the linens in a heap in the corner, while scraping the rest of the cake dish into the trash and putting the dirty dish on the dining room table until Housekeeping could retrieve it. I put on some pajamas and ordered some food to eat, desperate to get the lingering taste of cake out of my mouth. I soon enjoyed a delicious brunch while I watched television. Around 1 PM, Aunt Winnie came shuffling out of the bedroom, wearing a t-shirt and panties.

"Morning," I greeted her.

"Morning," she mumbled back. "God, I'm worn out."

"Do you want something to eat? I ordered you some food, but it's probably cold by now."

"I guess," she yawned, as she plopped down on the couch and snuggled next to me. "Did you sleep good?"

"I sure did, but, obviously, not as well as you did."

"Well, you certainly netted the gold medal in last night's Sex Olympics," she joked.

I laughed and reached over to grasp one of her breasts; in seconds, her nipples engorged with blood, causing them to tent in the fabric. She turned her head so that we could kiss each other, and I tasted morning breath and cake. Though it was still sore, my cock was half-erect and beating against her thigh.

"God, I want you," she moaned. "But, I'm still sore as hell. Plus, I don't want to see another chocolate cake for a long, long time.

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