The Unraveling of a Proper Aunt
Fucking her like a dog, I could feel the uneven texture of her vaginal walls massaging the length of my cock. It was a position that made thrusting easy, but I stopped moving for a moment. It wasn't just a figure of speech; I felt goosebumps racing all the way up my spine. This is truly insane. I’m going to cum. Haa, haa… The breaths escaped me before I could stop them. Why the hell is it like this? Is it the alcohol? If I move even a little, I feel like I’ll ejaculate right then and there. I pressed down hard on my aunt’s belly and twisted my hips. My stiff pillar slid out with a wet, sucking sound. As I plowed back into the thick, yielding flesh, a wet, squelching sound echoed—squelch!
“Ahaaaaang! Aang!”
I thrust my hips again, and a sharp, broken cry tore from her throat.
“Huiiik!”
Squelch, squelch— the sticky, viscous juices were pooling, rubbing hotly against the shaft of my cock as I moved back and forth. Inside her, the vaginal fluids were vibrating, sliding against my cock and tickling it.
Those filthy juices were being secreted solely for my cock. That, more than anything, was what turned me on so much. The fact that her pussy was clinging entirely to my cock, trembling lewdly.
“Ah….”
Fuck.
I came.
Ah.
Spurt—!
I couldn't hold it back.
“Aheuuuugh!”
Spurt! Vyuuuut—! Buuk—
“Aueugh! Heuik…! Heuook!”
No….
God.
I left my cock hooked inside her, halfway buried, and pulled my aunt into an embrace, letting out a thin, ragged breath. My semen was pulsing out into the tip of the condom. My aunt was throwing her head back, letting out nothing but obscene, shrill moans. They were happening right next to my ear, so every bit of her breath reached me.
My brain felt like it was paralyzing… seriously, the fever rising through my entire body felt like it was going to make me explode. My aunt seemed to be in the same state; her body was as hot as lava.
For several long seconds, I held my aunt in my arms while I continued to fill the condom with my semen.
The middle-aged female body pressed against mine was curled up tight. Perhaps because the aftershocks hadn't faded, she kept letting out little gasps of hiik, hik…. My bubbling, boiling semen was the cause. In a broad sense, my dick. In an even broader sense, it was entirely because of me.
Wow. To think my aunt had been reduced to such a mess because of me.
My feelings are getting so complicated….
I shook my hips. My cock, still stiff and swollen, moved stickily inside her. The tip was completely filled with semen, and the squelching sensation was quite bizarre.
“Heuuuugh…! Hiik….”
I pulled my cock out with a wet shluck. It was damp. I removed the condom that had rolled halfway up the shaft and tore open a new one from the pack I’d left nearby. I wiped the stray semen from the base to the head with my palm. But even now, pre-cum and semen were oozing out, pulsing.
“Haa, Aunt… you turned me on so much I came right away.”
Putting the new condom on, I crept back toward my panting aunt. When I spread her closed legs, she gasped, her head instinctively arching back. Below was a spectacle. It was drenched in sweat, giving off a musky, pungent scent. It was a pussy that looked piping hot at a glance. Not washed for sex, not even expecting sex. The sweat-filled crotch of a perfectly ordinary career woman, my aunt, in her daily life.
As I stared, the opening of her pussy twitched, and it spat out a fresh gush of arousal fluid.
Even with her shame exposed so lewdly, my aunt never tried to cover it or stop me.
“Heuugh….”
She only covered half her face with her forearm. The only thing visible. Her lips. Lips made glossy with saliva.
“I’m going back in.”
“…A-already….”
“You said Uncle does it twice, too.”
“D-don’t say such thiiings….”
Her vaginal opening twitched, revealing the inner flesh.
I aligned my head with it again. When I tried to push in, it stubbornly rejected me, as if squeezing its flesh shut. I lifted my hips and kept pressing against the entrance. Like a kiss, the head of my cock and her vaginal opening met, parted, and repeated the rhythmic pulsing. My aunt just kept letting out moans. You fucking bitch. Just open up.
When I couldn't make any progress, I grabbed my shaft and pressed it firmly against the spot.
Then, the head slipped in just a tiny bit.
“…Hik.”
I grabbed her pelvis and forced it in.
“…Aheuuuung!”
Now, she couldn't even think of swallowing the moan that burst out of her.
“Huuu….”
I lifted my aunt’s legs to make thrusting easier, just like before. I grabbed her thighs so her pussy would be more exposed. Unlike before, she spread them obediently without resistance. However, her pussy flesh clamped down hard—tight! Because of that, I felt like my cock was going to burst. It was already agonizing because of the small condom size, and she was acting like a total slut.
Regardless, I slowly began to shake my hips, starting to move my buried cock back and forth.
“Aaaaa… hut… Aaaaa….”
Every time I pushed in, her inner flesh would gulp and refuse to let go of my head. When I pulled back, it would cling—tight, tight— as if it didn't want me to leave. That was how wet my aunt was inside. A squelching sound arose every time I adjusted my cock even slightly.
With one hand pressing down on my aunt’s belly, I began to thrust my hips faster.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
“Haaak, heuueok! Ahang, aaaang!”
My aunt twisted her head from side to side, burying her face in the pillow. Her face was slick with a sheen that could have been sweat or tears. That sight turned me on so much that my hip strength grew even more violent.
The wet, slapping sounds filled the room chaotically.
“Aaaaaaang! Aaaang! A, don’t…! Don’t! Hik!”
Her breathless, ecstatic cries were sharp.
My aunt’s hands, which had been gripping the pillow until her knuckles turned white, finally let go. She flailed them as if trying to grab onto the empty air, but there was nothing to hold. A sticky pleasure clung to the entire surface of my cock. And for me, the mental pleasure was even greater.
For instance, the sense of conquest.
The sense of immorality.
I watched my aunt, who was feeling it completely beneath me. The expression on her face as she looked up at me was a sight to behold. She would inhale a ragged breath—hiik…—and then her jaw would tremble. Every time she closed her mouth, paradoxically, it would poke the spots that felt good to me, causing it to jerk open roughly. A foolish face, not even knowing what kind of lewd expression she was making, drenched in pleasure.
Her skin vibrated, trembling locally as if in spasms, then suddenly stopped.
She was like a newborn deer. A newborn deer, yet in reality, she was that aunt in a suit with so much social experience.
And she was writhing, impaled on my cock.
…Does Uncle know that his aunt is such a filthy sow? No, has he ever made his wife, my aunt, like this?
Perhaps, my aunt seemed to have climaxed several more times. As if this experience were the first in her life. Shuddering, screaming, as if she had never reached such a peak before.
Being such a fragile and pure female, what was she even arguing about regarding sexual compatibility?
“A, aaa! I’m, I’m going crazy…! I’m really going crazy…!”
The hands my aunt had been flailing in the air finally grabbed my shoulders.
Because she felt like she wouldn't know what would happen if she didn't hold onto me. Because she felt like she would fly away at any moment. She must have grabbed my body, overwhelmed by that terror.
It was a ridiculous sight, as expected. No, it wasn't just ridiculous. It was incredibly hot, after all…. My hips flapped on their own, and she screamed shrilly as if she couldn't hold it in anymore.
“Doha, Doha… Aaaaang! A, heuuuugh…!”
Slap, slap! Squelch, squelch!
Now, the sound of skin hitting skin was louder than the wet squelching.
“Heuuueuk! Hik! Haaaaaang!”
My aunt’s two legs, which had lost their direction from the thrusting, wrapped tightly around me. At the same time, her whole body trembled as if she were trying to embrace me even more.
“…Are you going crazy? Aunt, are you going crazy?”
“I, I’m going crazy…! Heuuueuk, I’m going crazy…!”
“How much? How crazy are you going?”
“Haaak… heuk, I don’t know…! I don’t know…!”
My head felt hot at those scream-like moans. Just as my aunt was doing this, in truth, I had rarely been this excited while having sex either.
I gripped the hand I had been using to press down on her belly even harder. Shluck— I began to pick up the pace of my thrusts. …Squelch, squelch, squelch, shluck! Her inner walls trembled, gripping my cock tight and refusing to let go. With just this single act of thrusting my cock inside, the person known as my aunt had broken down this much.
“Aaaaaak! Haak, haaang! Heuuuugh…! Do, Doha! Doha…!”
“Ha, fuck. Fuck.”
Let’s turn her into a bitch.
Yes, I decided.
Let’s turn this woman into an absolutely lewd bitch.
The filthy desire to break her down into an invalid who was crazy about my cock rose up, sincerely, like a wave of nausea.
…Fuck.
Should I tell this to the psychiatrist, too?
That I feel like playing the role of a bad boy. That I’m her nephew, but I want to make my aunt my own personal bitch.
But for some reason, that doesn't feel half bad.
I pressed my aunt’s belly tight against mine and shook my hips continuously. The urge to ejaculate was rising again.
“Haa, ha… Aunt….”
I hugged her from above, as if pinning her down, and began to pressure her. Chop, chop, chop! The sound of fluids mixed with the sound of skin, soaking the bed. My aunt had no choice but to be pinned beneath me, listening only to the sound of being fucked. Like a sex slave. Like, being pinned under my cock and becoming a lewd sow…. Oh, for fuck’s sake.
My aunt’s breasts, still in her bra, jolted and rubbed even more against my chest. Because her panties were pushed aside, the rough sensation was felt repeatedly in my crotch, and above all, it was that sweat smell. A scent that had become deeper and more concentrated. And so, it rose.
“…Ah, I’m going to cum. Fuck….”
The urge to ejaculate.
“I’m going to cum, Aunt….”
“A, aang… Euuuung! Eung!”
My aunt trembled and turned her head, burying her face in the pillow. Everything about her was shaking. From her back to her buttocks. It was a tacit consent. Spurt—! Spurt! Spurt! Semen pulsed out into the tip of the condom. I stayed still, panting while holding her. Then, finally, I rubbed the tip against her insides and pulled my cock out.
“…Heuuuugh, heuugh!”
My aunt was clinging to me so tightly, as if she would die if she let go. The strength was so great that even I couldn't easily break free.
I continued to remove the condom from my cock while still embraced. The semen that hadn't been stored in the reservoir flowed down the shaft.
I began to rub that still-hard and hot cock against my aunt’s pussy.
“Heung, haaaa… haaak….”
It was hot. I hadn't noticed because I had been thrusting so wetly until now, but now I saw it. It was very, very hot. To the point where I could feel why it was so scorching. Her large, prominent clitoris began to be rubbed. It couldn't swell any larger than that.
“A, aaaaa… heuuuugh….”
In my dizzy state, I buried my head in my aunt’s neck. Sniffing, I moved from her earlobe, across her cheek, to her mouth. Our noses rubbed together, and a moan of aheugh… burst from my aunt. My aunt’s head finally turned. Our lips met. I licked them—slurp. The mouth that hadn't budged before now trembled and opened at that single touch.
“…Chuuuup.”
I reached into her armpits, wrapping my arms around the back of her neck and shoulders.
“Haa, slurp… chup, hwi-yup….”
Breath mingled with breath. My aunt’s passive tongue was no different from before. But this time, unlike when I was fondling her areolas, the vibration traveling up her palate was transmitted to my mouth. Uup. Uup. Euuup…. The ecstatic exhales that couldn't escape. From the slight gap of her small, parted lower lip, moans leaked out bit by bit.
“Hi-hik, chuuuup… heuuugh….”
Like that.
At the moment when it felt like our breath would cut off, I stopped kissing for a moment and chewed on her upper lip. My aunt let out a thin breath, heuuk, heuuk…, as if she were about to cry. So, those moans kept tickling my chin. Now, everything was wet. My aunt’s glossy lips, and even the area around her mouth, were all thoroughly smeared with my saliva. Perhaps I could even taste the subtly dry, lingering scent of her foundation powder on the tip of my tongue.
“Haa, Aunt… you turn me on so much… you turn me on so much, that I….”
I’ll turn my aunt into a bitch.
For some reason, that lingering desire, like the afterimage of sexual urge that was about to disappear, was still floating in a corner of my heart. Of course… I don't know how long that will last.
“Heu, heuut… heuuugh….”