My Naughty Aunt May_(0)

My Naughty Aunt May

I was a typically hormonal, testosterone-overdosed teenager, I suppose. Well, typical in the sense that I could sometimes get a hard-on from the vibration of riding a bus, but maybe not entirely typical when it came to chatting-up girls. I was incredibly shy and couldn’t speak to a girl I fancied even if my life depended on it.

Which made life desperately unfair because, of course, I wanted to shag anything with a hole in it when I was in my teens, just like every other lad. I just couldn’t do anything about it. I’m glad wanking doesn’t really make you go blind, or I would probably have lost my sight before my fourteenth birthday. It was a very frustrating period in my life.

When I was sixteen, it got decidedly worse. That Easter, my parents had won a holiday for two for a week, during the school holiday. Mum arranged for me to go and stay with her sister; my aunt May. May and her husband Vince had moved away when I was about ten, and I hadn’t seen them since. I knew it was going to be the most boring week of my life.

Uncle Vince came to collect me in the car, on the morning my mum and dad were due to go away. It was a painfully silent drive to their house, as I sat next to him, neither of us having a clue what to say after he had exhausted the obvious topics of school, music and girls: school was okay; I liked the bands everyone liked; and no, I didn’t have a girlfriend, but yes, I was into girls. Yes, he actually asked me that!

It was a relief, albeit an embarrassing one, to arrive into the crushing hug I received from aunt May who, predictably, couldn’t believe how I had grown into such a big handsome young man, who must be positively fighting off all the girls.

Uncle Vince and Aunt May were in their late thirties. I could remember aunt May from when I was ten, but at sixteen, I saw her in a whole new light. She was a very good-looking woman, with the most enormous tits I had ever seen in real life. She wore tops that weren’t exactly revealing but showed more than enough cleavage to give a sixteen-year-old boy a near-permanent erection, and a real problem trying to hide it.

Whenever we were in the same room together, I could not stop myself staring at her tits. I know she caught me looking all the time, and I would look away, and feel myself colouring up, but she didn’t say anything. Every day, it would eventually get so bad that I had to go upstairs for a wank. Sometimes two. And then of course, there was the obligatory one at bedtime, and the first one of the day before I got out of bed, but they’re just routine for a teenager. The extra ones during the day were all down to aunt May’s spectacular chest. It was her that I was suddenly fantasising about, instead of the girls at school, or popstars and actresses. It felt wrong, but I couldn’t help it.

By midweek it had become unbearable – for both of us, I guess. When uncle Vince had gone into town, and aunt May caught me looking yet again, she said, “You’ve got an iPhone there, haven’t you?”

It was permanently attached to my hand most of the time because there was nothing else to do at their house, apart from go upstairs for a wank. I nodded, trying not to stare at her cleavage too obviously.

“Go up to your room for a moment. I’m going to send something to your phone. Don’t let your uncle Vince see it.” Puzzled, but curious, I got up and went upstairs. A few minutes later, as I sat on my bed waiting, my phone began pinging.

I could not believe what I was looking at. Aunt May had sent me seven selfies she must have just taken in the bathroom mirror. In the first, she was just smiling straight at the camera on her phone. In the second, she had taken her top off, and left her bra on. Her enormous tits were attempting to escape over the top of the cups. In the third, she had taken her bra off. Her tits were so huge, they sagged a little, but holy shit! They were awesome! In the fourth and fifth, she was standing sideways at different angles. In the sixth, she held both arms in the air above her head, which pulled her tits upwards, so that her massive nipples were pointing straight at me. In the seventh, she was bending forward, so that her tits hung down, and she was still looking at the camera. In all of them, she was grinning at me.

My head was spinning. What the fuck! I couldn’t help myself; I unzipped my jeans and released my already painfully hard cock. Looking at the pictures, my wank probably lasted less than a minute before I shot my load all over the carpet. I hurried to the bathroom for some toilet paper and cleaned up as best I could.

I didn’t dare go downstairs again and face aunt May, so I stayed in my room until uncle Vince returned, and called me down for tea. He had been to the chip shop and we had fish and chips and scraps all round. I felt like my face was burning when I walked into the kitchen. Aunt May beamed at me and asked, “How are you feeling now. Better for that?”

“Better for what?” asked uncle Vince over his shoulder as he sorted out the portions onto plates.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” replied aunt May. “Kevin wasn’t feeling too good earlier, so he went to his room for a lie down.