“Hi Purge,” Sheila, mom’s younger sister, said when she arrived at our house on Friday morning. I didn’t resent the slam; in fact, I liked it as I thought was cute.
After my college, Sheila and I became closer than most nephews and aunts. I felt it was my responsibility to protect my unmarried aunt from losers. It felt good to have a typical thought process that I could protect my aunt, who was in her late twenties.
“Hi Sheila,” we said in unison. “What’s up?” my mother added.
“Don’t you two remember? I promised to help you take some of your old furniture to Dad’s farm today.”
“Oh, I completely forgot, but it doesn’t matter for it’s all separated in the back bedroom.” My mom said. “Can you help Jonny?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I have nothing planned for today. Jenny is out of town, and Erick is sick in bed. So, I’ve no one to hang out with.”
It was a lot of work to load the furniture, and my aunt’s chest and boxes on my own to the pickup. After two hours, I was done, and we were ready to go. I covered the load because it looked like it was going to rain, and even moved a couple of the boxes inside the pickup set into the seat next to Sheila.
“You are going to sit on Jonny’s lap,” mom said to Sheila. “There won’t be enough room otherwise.”
“That will be alright, won’t it, Jonny?” Sheila asked.
“Well, as long as you don’t weigh a ton and take up the whole side of the truck,” I said, laughing.
“If you may know, I weigh one hundred and four pounds, young man,” Sheila was grinding when she said it, but there was a little proud in her voice. At twenty-eight, Sheila had the body and the looks of a senior high schooler.
I settled myself in the seat, and she climbed in and, placed her feet between mine, she lowered herself to my lap. She was wearing a thin dress that permitted me to see her thong line and bra under it. Instantly, I felt the heat from her body flow into my crotch area. I turned my mind to the road. Moments later, we were on the country road to the farm, twenty-four miles away.
The road was under construction for more than seven miles, and the pickup bounced with a steady rhythm as it rolled the ridges left by the road grader.
My aunt and mom kept up a constant chatter about girlie things, leaving me to my thought. In time, I became aware of the rhythmic bouncing and the heat emanating from Sheila’s ass as it pressed against my dick. Unexpectedly, to my horror, my dick responded to the movements. I felt the first stirring of a hard-on. I tried to keep my mind busy with other things like Jenny’s promises to marry me, but the more I tried to think of Jenny, the more I thought of my cock. Progressively, my dick became firmer and began to rise, until it was contained by the ass pressing down on it. After some minutes, it was like a bar of steel.
There was no doubt my aunt felt the hard bar against her pussy, but she made no comment or motion that indicated she was aware of my predicaments. Feeling the crack between her legs, Sheila adjusted herself slightly, which made my dick to press harder into her thin dress. Then a sudden bump drove my cock head against her, forcing her panties and thin dress between her lips for just a split second.
Seconds later, thinking about the incident, I knew that technically, for a split second, my cock was in my aunt’s pussy. The thought was erotic, undoubtedly. I prayed for more. I had certainly never looked at my aunt as a sexual being or partner before, but that day was different.
But instead of getting angry, my aunt responded again and again to my rising rod. Minutes later, we whipped into the drive at the farm, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had been dangerously close to starting something that could have ruined both our lives. The road got a little rougher, and the motion of the truck added a side to side sway to the jogging motion. I swear, the heat from her thighs and ass increased more and more. If I come to think of it, it couldn’t have been more like fucking if we had been in a bed. Just when I was about to blow my load all over, we turned into the farm, and the truck rolled to a stop.
“There,” said my mother, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I thought it worked out perfectly,” Sheila said. She turned on my lap, grinding her ass against my hard cock, and slowly slid out of the truck to the ground. Sheila’s dress slides up until her panties were just peeking from underneath. “I don’t think Jonny minded a bit. Did you nephew?” She turned and winked.
I couldn’t believe what she said.
“Ah, no, I agree with you; it was just perfect. The time just flew by,” I said.
“Great,” Mom said. “Why don’t we go in and see where Dad wants this stuff put.”
“Jonny,” my mom said, “why don’t you stay out here and, ah, maybe untie the covering, you know to get things settled down.” My aunt’s eyes flicked to my crotch and returned to my face. I blushed when I realized my hard-on was standing out tent-like from the front of my shorts.
“Okay, I will…I’ll get things ready to carry in,” I stammered.
She grinned and walked around the truck to join my mother on her way to the house. Within twenty minutes, the loads were in the house, and we were ready to ride back home. But as usual, when we visit my grandma, she always insists we take some fresh fruits and vegs with us, so we ended up with three large cardboard boxes. As I was loading, it began to rain. My grandpa suggested we put the boxes in the truck to keep the cardboards from getting wet and falling apart. So again, the boxes took up the middle of the truck seat, and Sheila had to ride on my laps again. Within a short distance, my dick achieved its original proportions and began rubbing her pussy.
There was little doubt that I knew it was exciting for her. Suddenly, Sheila made her first thrust. I pushed back in response and tapped to her pussy’s portal.
The trip home was slower because of the rain, but just as rough, and within the first mile, my hard-on was back in full force. My aunt adjusted her ass, so my rigid dick fitted exactly between her legs and thrusted tightly against her pussy. After a few rough jolts, I felt what appeared to be a push downward against my prick from my aunt’s ass. It was hard to tell. I waited for a moment then was sure I felt another push. I was afraid to return the push, for the fear I was imagining things. Then it happened again, and there was little doubt my aunt was pushing her pussy against my hard-on. As an answer to her push, I flexed my cock.
I knew the movement would be so minor, and she would barely feel it. But if my aunt pushes again, it would be enough. Also, it wasn’t strong that it would feel like I was trying to fuck her if I had guessed wrong. Immediately I felt an answering push. I answered with a strong thrust towards her pussy. Sheila’s response was immediate; within seconds, we were dry fucking. The boxes stacked between us, and my mother prevented her from seeing anything but our head and shoulders. We kept the thrusting below our waists.
I placed my hands on my aunt’s hips, then finally reached around her and laid them on her thighs. Sheila inhaled sharply and continued to thrust her ass against my cock and flex her ass muscles, squeezing my cock like a hand. Slowly, I pulled her skirt up to her legs, hoping to get my fingers under her panties for a quick feel. Just when I was about to blow my cum into my shorts, we arrived back in our drive. Sheila again twisted on my cock and slipped to the ground, exposing her crotch –wet panties. I followed her out. She reached for one of the boxes on the seat and handed it to me.
“Here, nephew. Can you take this in the kitchen for me?” Her smile told me she was giving me a way to keep my hard-on out of sight.
“Thanks for all your help, guys, I’ll see you both get a reward for the effort,” Mom said laughing.
“Hey, we enjoyed it. It was fun,” Sheila said. “I think Jonny especially enjoyed the drive.”
“Yeah, Mom, I really enjoyed going out to the farm. It’s fun to ride in a truck for a change instead of a car; it bounces around like a ride at Thompson Falls.”
“If they had rides like that at Thompson Falls,” my aunt said, “I’d have been going there a long time ago.”
“Ah, you know what I mean, like a once in a lifetime thrill,” I said.
“That I agree with,” she said.
I carried the box inside, set it on the counter, and then went into the family room and grabbed the remote. I flicked the switch twice, and France24 was blasting from the screen. I chose a straight chair because I knew my mother would say something if I sat on the sofa in dirty shorts. Sheila followed me in the room. She stopped next to me.
“You didn’t mind my sitting on your lap, did you?”
“No, aunt. Like I told my mother, the trip was a once in a lifetime thrill.”
“And my weight didn’t bother you?”
“Aunt Sheila, you don’t weigh anything, I could hold you all afternoon, and it wouldn’t bother me.”
Oh really? Maybe I’ll take you up on that and sit on your lap now.”
I quickly looked up at her. “I… I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
My aunt stared at me for a minute. Her eyes locked onto mine for a second, then stepped in front of me and sat on my lap. But this time, Sheila’s leg was outside mine, and she was more open and exposed. I couldn’t believe that my aunt had spread her herself and sat on my lap. It was an instant hard-on. My dick rose quickly to lodge itself against her pussy, covered only by her thin dress and panties. A moment later, my aunt pushed down against my rigid boner the same way she did in the truck. She returned my thrust with one of her own.
The thrusting continued for a while, and there was no shame between my aunt and I; we were dry fucking again. I reached my arms around Sheila and laid my hands on her thighs. She looked down at them but said nothing. She was panting hard as she worked her ass around my hard cock. I clutched bunches of her skirt in my fingers, and slowly her skirt crept up her legs. My aunt watched as her brown legs become more exposed.
Finally, her panties came into view, and the dress continued up her body until I bunched it at her waist. I lowered my hands to her thigh and laid them with fingers pointing in on her legs just below her pussy. Sheila stared but said nothing again. Slowly, I moved my hands up, and she gasped as I touched her panty clad mound. I rubbed my aunt’s pussy and smeared her wet juices until her whole crotch was soaked in her flowing liquid. I allowed my fingers to trail between her spreading lips and trace a line from the bottom of her puffy against nubbin, and Sheila groaned. I lifted my hands and pulled the waistband of her panties out with my left hand, and then slipped my right hand against her trembling belly and slid it down to her pussy. Stopping there, I turned my palm upward and then, with my other hand, thumbed her panties down over her hips.
Sheila raised slightly as her panties slipped under her ass and crept to her knees. I didn’t bother removing them entirely. I pulled my hands back to her legs and watched my aunt’s face in awe as I buried my fingers in between the puffy of her pussy, spreading them and slowly inserting my index and middle fingers into her warm hole. Roaring like an animal, huffing, and puffing, my aunt hunched her ass forward onto my thrusting fingers.
“Oh my god, I’m coming on your fingers, auntie’s coming. Oh god, what have we done?”
I didn’t wait for the answer, I lifted her, forcing her to her feet while she was still out of control, and tore the buttons from my shorts, releasing my black huge cock. With much effort, I managed to pull the throbbing monster from my underwear, and suddenly there under Sheila was my eight-inch pillar of flesh. I lowered my aunt’s ass slowly. As she sat down, I positioned my cock directly below her throbbing pussy, until she screamed, “Jonny, no! No, you can’t fuck me, you’re my nephew!”
I released my support of her ass. With nothing to hold her up, my aunt slipped down the massive shaft taking the eight-inch dick into her saturated depths.
“Ohhhh, Ohh, my god. Nephew, ohh god, you’re so big. Ohh, you shouldn’t be putting your cock in me. I’m your aunt.” My legs stopped my aunt’s fall. “Unhh,” she grunted. I immediately lifted her a little and dropped her again on my shaft. Burying it to her womb. Then again, and again. Moments later, Sheila was assisting me by raising and lowering herself on my dick. A couple of strokes later, my aunt’s fingers strayed to her clit and then started rubbing the stiffened little knob.
“God, Jonny, you’re a stud, a fucking cow.”
“Aunt Sheila, I’m going to cum. I’m going to shoot. I’m going to shoot.”
Sheila threw her head back against my shoulder. “Me too, baby. Auntie too. Your cock is making me cum again. Cum in my pussy, Honey. Cum inside your aunt’s cunt.”
“Ohhh, Auuuunnnntttt.” My cock spewed hot white threads of cum into her.
“Shoot in me, honey, shoot your juice in your auntie. Bury it in me, uhhhhh.”
“Oh my god, you’re fucking!” My mom screamed out. “Jonny, you’re really fucking your aunt?”
Sheila slumped back against me as her orgasm drifted off its peak. She turned her head toward the voice coming from the kitchen door. “Not really, Sis,” she said. “We’re really fucking each other, and if you think I’m going to let him take that massive cock out of me just because you’ve caught us, you’re wrong. You can either watch and finger fuck yourself, or turn your head.”
Sheila turned as far around as my cock would let her and planted a kiss full on my lips, her tongue slipping inside. “Honey your cock still feels hard. Why don’t you fuck aunt again, we’ll sort this all out later, after we fuck. Unless you don’t want to do it again?”