Aunt Dawn's Largesse, a short story by Peter Panting. Date added: 2012-07-21. Times viewed: 6083.

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Intro: In which teenager receives the birthday pesent of a lifetime from his mature aunt!

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Ben raised himself on one elbow and gazed down at the woman asleep next to him, a very special woman he called Aunty Dawn! As was the norm when he awoke next his aunt, he found himself nursing yet another maddening stiff erection that simply ached for more of his aunt’s erotic treatment and the sight of her full and matured breast blatantly on display did little to quell his mood; especially the large brown nipple that jutted upright and seemed to scream, suck me! So, anticipating the pleasure of drawing it into his mouth Ben lowered his lips and gently flicked at it with his tongue. He sensed the nipple grow rigid and took it as a tacit invite to continue; but Ben’s aunt had other ideas, and sighing sleepily she pushed him away.

 

“Please, lover boy, can’t you wait? I need more of my beauty sleep right now.” She said turning onto her side. “Go and make yourself some breakfast and bring me a cup of tea.”

 

Downstairs in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, Ben reminisced about the exciting sequence of events that had brought him and Aunt Dawn, together. Events of such incredulity that he could scarce believe they had really happened!

 

The woman he knew as Aunty Dawn was in fact his mother’s friend from their schooldays. She was the same age as his mum, but there the similarity ended. He had grown up referring to Dawn as his aunt, but there was no blood-tie whatsoever. Being an only child she had always treated him with nothing more than kindness, but as Ben began to discover the sexual attraction of girls, so his interest in the matronly body of Aunt Dawn started to fascinate. For him, Aunty Dawn possessed a magical quality, a characteristic he eventually came to recognise as sexual eroticism, a trait that set her apart from the immature girls of his own age and, as he grew older, he became acutely aware of the effect her sexual magnetism was having upon him. In fact, so powerful was her innate erotic sexuality that, whenever she welcomed him with a hug and a kiss the moment never failed to inflict him with an erection, and he would often sneak upstairs to masturbate in Aunt Dawn’s bathroom in an effort to rid himself of his torment! 

 

He took every opportunity to visit Aunt Dawn and be the recipient of her warm and sexy welcome. To feel her breasts press against him and to smell her wonderful perfume that seemed to emanate from somewhere in her deep, deep cleavage. He was so enamoured of her that by the time he was sixteen his sexual appreciation of the woman had reached a sophisticated level and this esteem, coupled with his wild fantasies, resulted in his erections getting more difficult to manage, and his desire to satisfy himself even stronger!

He always adored the way she presented herself and particularly liked to see her shapely body in a tight skirt – of which she seemed to have many - and a satin blouse; it was a dress combination that made his mind spin and his cock throb! Occasionally, there might be a button or two left carelessly undone on Aunty Dawn’s blouse which would award him an exciting glimpse of her cleavage or, if he was really lucky, the sight of her cleavage and a frilly lace bra. But there was one particular image of her that never failed to excite his teenage libido, and that was the sight of a petticoat flashing below her skirt. Why, he couldn’t explain, but whenever Aunt Dawn crossed her legs and that colourful piece of lacy-edged lingerie shimmered beneath her skirt it made his cock pulse with lust; a lust so strong he wanted to run his hand up her leg and play with the stocking tops that would inevitably accompany such a vision!

Lately, he had noticed, that whenever he got the opportunity to go upstairs to indulge himself, his aunt’s bedroom door would be ajar, whereas previously she had always kept it closed. Then one time as he passed the open door he espied some of her lingerie and clothes draped carelessly across the bed, giving the appearance that they were waiting to be put away; it was an image so compelling it drew him into the bedroom for a closer inspection of the strewn lingerie.

Ensuring that Aunt Dawn was still downstairs he approached the bed and examined the garments in more detail, running his fingers over their smooth, provocative sheen and rubbing the rougher – but none the less delicately stimulating lace - between finger and thumb; it was self-indulgence on a grand scale and the titillation of his activity made his need to ejaculate imperative! So, checking over his shoulder, to make sure he was still alone, he unzipped his jeans and freed his nagging erection. Then, picking up a pair of Aunt Dawn’s satin pantys he brushed the silky garment over his shaft, but when the lace tingled over his purple knob he felt a thrill like nothing before, and a dozen or so strokes later he ejaculated. Fortunately for him, his messy load missed the pantys, but he still had to clean it from the carpet and try not to leave a trace of his presence there.

The noise of the kettle boiling dragged him from his reverie and back to the present. He made his aunt’s tea and on his return to the bedroom he was delighted to see that his aunt’s breast and nipple were still enticingly exposed, the alluring image of her silk nightdress surrounding it made it more captivating. But it seemed that his aunt had dozed off again, so rather than wake her he left the hot drink beside the bed and crept away to make some toast.

Ben’s visits to Aunt Dawn’s house seemed to grow more frequent, as did his masturbation sessions in her bedroom with her lingerie; he simply couldn’t satisfy himself enough. He would wrap an item of her underwear around his cock and stroke himself to a climax, as he fantasised about her wearing the same garment and performing all manner of lovely acts on him. The bedroom door would always be left ajar and her lingerie strewn invitingly across it. On passing the door one day his heart leapt, there in a tangled heap was his favourite item of Aunt Dawn’s underwear, a pink petticoat - the times he had ogled its lacy hem teasing from the folds of her skirt! He hastened over to the bed, picked it up and rubbed it against his cheek inhaling the residual aroma of her perfume. He sighed; it was too good an opportunity for him to miss. So releasing his erection he placed the petticoat around his rigid shaft and wallowed in its silky heaven! He slowly stroked his erection and fantasised about his aunt wearing nothing else but this wonderfully erotic piece of lingerie. He pictured her full breasts spilling out of the cups and her hard nipples pushing at the silky material; it excited him so much he spunked without warning. Panicking, he immediately began to wipe his mess from the petticoat, but there still remained a large wet patch he could do nothing about; he prayed that it would dry up before she touched it again!

Following that occasion Aunt Dawn never indicated there had been anything amiss with her underwear. But always on his future visits to her bedroom, he would remember to take some tissues.

The day that changed his life forever had occurred a few weeks ago and the particular incident that opened the flood-gates, so to speak, was the occasion of his seventeenth birthday. He had received a message from Aunt Dawn to call and collect his present on the way home from school, and as usual upon arriving, he knocked on the back door and walked straight in. He called out.

“It’s only me, Aunt Dawn.”

“Come on through, Ben.” His aunt shouted from the lounge.

 “I would have been earlier but there was a career’s fair I had to attend.” He replied.

“Never mind you’re here now. So come over here birthday boy, and let your old aunty give you a hug and a special birthday kiss.”

The first thing that struck him about his aunt’s appearance that day was the fact that she was wearing a thin cotton wrap only, and seemingly nothing else beneath it; a suspicion that was borne out when she kissed him full on the lips and hugged him especially close. Somewhere within the dreamy confines of her perfumed closeness that was pressing against him he detected a much more natural feel and shape to her firm breasts, which he assumed was due to his aunt not wearing a bra, a realisation that immediately caused his manhood to swell rapidly! Lost in Aunt Dawn’s ecstatic welcome the presence of his swollen cock trapped between their two bodies wasn’t an immediate issue for him, but when the realisation did strike it became an instant source of embarrassment and he attempted, non-too subtly, to pull away. But Aunt Dawn had other ideas and held on to him firmly.

“So, you’re seventeen now and growing up fast.” She whispered ignoring his chagrin and deliberately rolling her groin against his erection to keep it lodged firmly between them, her action depriving him of the power to think straight. “My word,” she continued. “You really are pleased to see me, Ben!” It was more of a rhetorical remark than a direct comment and he was struck by her overtly different and positive behaviour; there was something very sexy about her fresh attitude that excited him! Somehow, in the midst of all the eroticism his aunt was bestowing, he found the resolve to stay relaxed about being in her clutches, as she maintained her hold, refusing to let him to pull away.

 “I apologise for not being dressed, but I have to go out this evening and was just about to take a bath.”

“That’s ok I can call tomorrow.” He said thinking she might release him now.

“Don’t be silly, you want your present, don’t you? It’s just that tonight I’m having dinner with friends – another birthday celebration – which I don’t want to miss.” Aunt Dawn saw his crestfallen look and with a final grind of her hips took a step back to put distance between them, and giving Ben some much needed time to gather his thoughts. “But I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come and talk to me while I’m taking my bath and tell me all about what you’re thinking of doing when you leave school.”

He appeared confused and didn’t know how to answer his aunt’s suggestion until she assured him that they could talk through the bathroom door if she left it ajar. So, without waiting for his reply she took him by the hand and led him upstairs. Upon entering her bedroom she sensed him hesitate before crossing the threshold, but she told him not to be silly and come in; he recalled the other times he’d entered this room without her knowing and indulged himself with her lingerie, the embarrassing memories making his cock throb more.

Aunt Dawn went into the en-suite and began to fill the tub with hot water. She added expensive smelling bubble-bath as steam filled the bathroom misting up the mirrored surfaces. She came back into the bedroom and made him sit on a chair that faced directly opposite the mirrors of her dressing table gave reflected views into the en-suite.

“Now, sit there and for goodness sake don’t look so embarrassed about everything.”

So saying Aunt Dawn’s fingers went to the tie around her waist and slowly undid it, all the time watching his reaction. She held the loose sides together as she walked away and he followed her movement in the dressing table mirror. By the time she’d walked through the door the cotton wrap was already slipping from her shoulders and falling to the floor and the reflection of Aunt Dawn’s fabulous naked rear leapt at him from the mirror. He stared, eyes wide, as she rubbed the condensation from the looking glass over the basin and returned his gaze, her impious smile and seductive wink adding to his aroused confusion.

The image of Aunt Dawn’s naked body disappeared from sight and moments later he heard her settling into the water.

“OK, Ben, talk to me.”

In a halting fashion he began to acquaint her with his hopes for a university place to study engineering, and after answering several questions felt more relaxed. Then Aunt Dawn asked whether he was taking a girlfriend out that evening and if so, where they were going. He said he had no plans for a birthday celebration and, there was no girlfriend to speak of.

“What a shame.” She replied. “If it wasn’t for the fact I’d arranged to go to this dinner this evening you could have taken me somewhere special. Would you have liked to take me out, Ben?”

“Yes, that would have been nice, aunty.” He replied with genuine feeling.

“Perhaps we can make it another time, then? Meantime, do you think you can do me a favour, Ben?”

“What’s that?” He wanted to know.

“Can you come and wash my back for me?”

The silence that followed seemed to last forever, Aunt Dawn’s words hanging teasingly in the air; was she serious?

“Did you hear what I said? Will you come in here and wash my back for me?” She repeated. “It’s alright the bubbles cover up the parts you shouldn’t see. Or, perhaps, you would like to see my parts without the bubbles hiding them?”

In his mind he saw again his aunt’s naked rear, her wink in the mirror and felt her hips pressing against his erection and realising the inference of her request concluded that he would look childish if he didn’t do what she asked of him. So he stood up and made his way into the steamy en-suite with a show of adolescent bravado. He found his aunt relaxed back in the water with only her face visible, the same wicked smile that had enthralled him minutes earlier still fixed there.

“There’s a good boy. Now, don’t be shy anymore and come over here.” She offered up a flannel for his use. “If I sit up you won’t do anything silly like look the other way, I trust. All I’m doing is asking you to wash my back. If, however, other parts of my body are revealed and you wish to look, and then please do, consider it a birthday treat!”

He took the proffered flannel and watched in disbelief as she sat upright revealing her nakedness. The sight of soapy water running off her breasts and the appearance of her big brown nipples through a layer of bubbles made him gasp and draw breath. He continued to stare unashamedly at Aunt Dawn’s breasts thinking it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“My breasts have really taken your fancy, haven’t they?” She said, a huge grin spreading across her face. “But there again I already know you like them because I’ve seen you ogling me time and time again and, I’ve seen you looking up my skirt when I cross my legs! But I don’t mind you doing it Ben; it’s very flattering for an oldie like me.”

He was lost for words and tried hide his embarrassment by concentrating on soaping his aunt’s back. But his attention was interrupted by his aunt shuffling and the sight of her holding both breasts in her hands, bouncing them up and down alternately.

“They’re still nice and firm, Ben.” She whispered switching to a caressing motion as she spread more of bubbles over them. He was spellbound by her actions. “Would you like to feel how firm they really are?” She asked and without waiting for an answer reached for one of his hands. “Here why don’t you be the judge?” With his heart racing madly he allowed Aunt Dawn to guide his hand to her breast. “There, squeeze it, fondle it - gently mind you – and feel how heavy it is.” She murmured. So he squeezed and fondled the solid mature flesh and in the process felt the palm of his hand move over her hard, dark nipple making his aunt shiver with delight. “Ooh, that’s nice Ben, do it some more.” She took hold of his hand and brushed it repeatedly against her nipple. “I do enjoy having my nipples toyed with, do you like toying with my nipples, Ben?”

He found it difficult to answer because his throat was so dry.

“You really have a natural, sensuous touch, Ben, and I’m sure you’re enjoying every second of it. But now I’ve got you under my spell how about trying something a little different, call it an extra special birthday treat.”

So saying Aunt Dawn removed his hand from her breast and drew it slowly over her stomach and below the waterline. Because of the distance his arm travelled, it brought his ear level with Aunt Dawn’s mouth. She grinned, leant closer and whispered.

“Yes, Ben, I want you to play with my mound. You know what my mound is, don’t you?” He nodded. “But you probably call it by a different name so shall we both refer to it as my pussy?” He nodded once more as Aunt Dawn dipped her hand lower pushing his fingers onto the tumescent flesh of her vulva. “There, why don’t you explore my mature pussy and experience the pleasure it brings, not only to me, but to yourself, too.”

Aunt Dawn moved his fingers up and down between her lips for a few seconds until she was satisfied he knew what was expected of him then left him to perform alone. The first thing he noticed was that his aunt had no pubic hairs, she was bald and smooth and the sensation offered him an extra thrill, heightening his boldness; he did as his aunt wanted and explored her thoroughly. But as he succumbed to the urge to push his fingers deeper, she stopped him.

“Now Ben, before you get carried away, I want to know if you have an erection for me.” She turned her head and looked directly into his eyes.

“Yes aunt!” He replied resolutely.

“That’s very pleasing to know, Ben. Now, I’m going to take your first two fingers and rub them over my clitoris. I want you to take note of where my clitoris is and what it feels like because you’re going to gently rub it for yourself and give me an orgasm! You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Just as you young men like to reach orgasm by rubbing your cock, so we ladies like to reach one by having our clit’s stimulated, especially us older ladies! It might take a little time, but if you manage to bring me off successfully then I’ll return the compliment by bringing you off! That sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

“Very fair, aunty and I’ll do my best to please you.” He marvelled at his composure as it grew stronger by the second.

“And one other thing Ben, I want you to carry on calling me aunty. It makes me feel very naughty and extremely dirty, and I like being extremely dirty Ben, as you will find out! Now young man, make me cum!”

Aunty Dawn moved his fingers between the apex of her mound until she was sure he was acquainted with her clitoris and knew what he had to do. She taught him the precise speed she liked and when she was happy left him to his own devices.

There were no further words and no further instruction from his aunt, as he began to cajole and tease her clit. The minutes passed and he maintained the constant rhythm his aunt demanded. That he found himself attempting to make his aunt climax was unbelievable, yet here he was entertaining her secret nub of flesh, and it made him feel great. Aunt Dawn moaned and groaned a great deal whilst he carried out his duty, and when she suddenly whispered for him to up the tempo it was all he could do not ejaculate himself!

Aunt Dawn’s orgasm was abrupt and without warning. Her body went rigid and she seemed to tremble uncontrollably while swearing vociferously. Water cascaded over the rim of the bath and obscenities poured from her lips, as she tried to control herself. Then all went quiet.

Presently, she spoke.

“You won’t ever tell anyone about what’s just taken place, will you, Ben. Our relationship must remain a secret between the two of us.”

“Of course I won’t say anything, aunty. I’m not going to miss the opportunity to do that again, it was wonderful.”

“Thank you Ben, you’re right, it was wonderful, you’ll never know how much! Now, tell me if I’m wrong but, I think we both know where we stand in our relationship!”

“Most certainly I do, Aunty Dawn!”

“Your aunty is now going to give you the sweetest, the most exquisite sex you’ll ever experience in your lifetime! And, my young nephew, you are going to do the same to me! Would you like that?” The question didn’t require an answer from him.

 “Good!  Now, will you stand up, Ben, I want to feel if you’ve still got your erection.” He knew the moment of truth was upon him as he slowly got to his feet and saw Aunt Dawn’s eyes fix on the front of his trousers, her hand already reaching out to clutch the bulge there.

“My word, Ben, you certainly have got an erection, it feels like a beauty!” He closed his eyes as her fingers continued to knead and search for a grip on his hardness. “An absolute beauty, Ben, would you like to show Aunty Dawn your hard cock? Aunty Dawn loves a hard cock in her hand!”

“Yes please, aunty!”

“Good boy, but I’m getting cold in here so while I get out and dry myself, I want you to go next-door and select some lingerie for me to wear. I know you like my underwear because I’ve seen your eyes up my skirt and down my blouse, and, I’ve seen you in my bedroom with my pantys wrapped around your cock!” She joyfully exclaimed.

His heart leapt to his mouth! His secret was known! What was she going to say next about his habit? But his fears were quickly allayed when Aunt Dawn smiled her enigmatic smile and gave him a wink.

“But you never said anything, aunty.” He persisted.

“No I didn’t, I’ve been waiting for this very opportunity to tell you. Now, off you go and pick out my underwear.”

The selections of lingerie available to him were limitless and some of them felt like old friends. He ran his fingers through the various silky combinations and the bewildering choices. Christ, he thought, picturing his cock among them, it would be the ultimate in masturbation! But in truth he was feeling somewhat overwhelmed by his aunt’s demands in the bathroom and couldn’t bring himself to concentrate on selecting anything; he was quite happy with his fingers amongst all Aunt Dawn’s things. But then he came across the pink petticoat that he remembered spunking into, and nestled alongside it were associated items in the same colour; these were the ones he chose. He heard Dawn call out.

“When you’ve found something that takes your fancy bring them to me. I’ll get dressed in here I don’t want to frighten you with my total nudity, yet!”

He did as ordered and was told to wait in the bedroom while she dressed. Eventually the en-suite door opened and Aunt Dawn appeared looking exactly like one of his many fantasies. His mouth dropped as he stared at her sensuous body draped in the pink silk.

“There’s a bus coming.” She said jokingly.

“I don’t believe it! You look absolutely gorgeous aunty.”

“Thank you, Ben. These things are not what I would have chosen for tonight, but they tell me a great deal about you.”

“How do you mean?” He wanted to know.

“Well, if I’m not mistaken didn’t you make a mess in this particular petticoat once when I left it out on the bed? I know you cleaned it up, but it left a wet patch, didn’t it?”

With his cheeks burning he looked away.

“Oh, come on Ben, this is no time to go all shy. When I spied on you with your cock in my underwear I always treated it as a huge compliment, especially after witnessing the size of your erection. I’ve been planning the events of this evening very carefully and now you’re old enough, and have demonstrated how much you like your mature Aunty Dawn, there is no more reason to feel shy. Is there?” Dawn moved toward him and took his hands placing them on her breasts. “There, now doesn’t that feel nice?”

He squeezed and caressed her matronly flesh again and through the silk petticoat he felt her nipples come alive once more. After a few seconds she pushed him backwards onto the bed and got down on her knees before him, her fingers seeking the zip in his jeans; she drew it down. He caught his breath as his aunt’s cool fingers wrapped themselves around his over-heated cock and withdrew it. The sensation was electrifying and there was no disguising his throbbing and desperation to ejaculate! He dare not move for fear of cumming all over her breasts!

Aunt Dawn stared in admiration and whispered her desire to feel it inside her pussy; adjusting her fingers around its girth she began to pump them up and down his shaft.

“How’s that, Ben? I bet that makes you feel lovely inside, doesn’t it?”

He watched his aunt’s performance spellbound not daring to move or say anything. But when he saw her head dip toward the tip and her tongue stretch out to lick around his knob, he knew the game was up and that he was about to lose all control. He had neither time nor the nerve to tell his aunt that he was about to squirt and what with her grip on his erection being so firm, it would have been impossible to move anyway. So, he just sat and watched his aunt’s fist pumping him, and as his first emission landed on Aunt Dawn’s face she worked his cock faster, making him squirt all the more.

When his aunt had finished milking his cum she looked up and he saw his spunk slowly trickling down from where it had landed on her face. It dripped from her chin onto her breasts and was a mesmerising vision to watch.

Aunty Dawn smiled a very wicked smile!

“Ben, you naughty boy, you’ve just messed on my pink petticoat again!”

“I’m sorry, Aunty Dawn.”

“That’s quite alright, Ben. Now, let’s find out if your cock is hard enough to fuck me!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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