This story may not be for the squeamish. Read at your own peril.
Many of you have read about my twin brother johnnie. Yes, I said my twin brother. You see, mom told us dad left when we, johnnie and I were very young. She said he went off with some homo and suggested that johnnie and I just might have that gene.
Mom was a total slut. She "entertained" men, lots of men, all the time. Besides being a total slut, she was also a booze hound and eventually got hooked on meth. Although johnnie stayed with her until he was 18, I was shipped off to my aunt Beth to live with until I reached legal age.
I'm sure you readers know of johnnie's perversions. He's become a panty wearing, complete part-time crossing sissy with a slut for a wife. So you see, mom was right about at least one of us having the gene that sent our dad on his mission to suck as many cocks as he could find men to feed them to him.
My name is Jimmy. My aunt Beth insisted that it be spelled Jimmi and had it legally changed. Like my twin brother, I'm what you might call thin. I am only 5' 5" tall and like johnnie, my hips are wider than my shoulders. Not a real good look for a dude. I blame mom for our lack of nourishment as children for our stunted growth. But I will reluctantly admit that having seen photos of our father, johnnie and I are not built much different than he.
Now a long time ago some politician supposedly said and I paraphrase here, "I don't know the definition of pornography but I know it when I see it."
While that quote is not germane to my tale here, the premise is the same. Like many of you, I have my own sense, my own definition of what is nasty. Aunt Beth is nasty.
But, my definition of nasty may differ from yours. See, what I call nasty are the very things that I find arousing. If you ever had the pleasure of seeing my aunt Beth walk away, her huge, cellulite dimpled buttocks seemingly with a life of their own struggling to free themselves of the confines of whatever she decided passed for clothing that day, you would understand my definition.
("Whew! That was one long fucking sentence. I had to read it a few times myself.")
Now before you all get your panties in a wad, aunt Beth isn't actually related to me. She is the daughter of my cuckold grandfather who watched while his soon to be ex-wife let her lover knock her up. He then married my grandmother who had my mom by some other dude when she was 18. So, they blended their families.
Aunt Beth has followed suit. Still single, now in her mid-forties, I watched as over the years a parade of men came and went. I mean literally came and went.
When I turned 18 aunt Beth became less secretive about her many liaisons. She also became less concerned with privacy. I can't tell you the number of times I watched as she walked a one-night stand to the door wearing nothing but a gauzy robe and a satisfied smile. I was enthralled by her large pubic bush. Wild and thick as it is, it could not hide her fat pussy lips.Even her so-called inner lips were distended, hanging out almost a full inch. I imagined that it took lots of big cocks with those inner lips clinging to them, to pull them out like they are.
Fleshy would be an accurate was to describe Beth. Taller than me by nearly 6", she has a Rubenesque figure. Big but well proportioned. And used. Her life of liquor and men have taken a toll on her.
Unabashed by her fading looks, Aunt Beth went about her business of cashing her monthly Government check and bringing home a hard cock and a bottle of booze. She knew there would always be someone, some real man with a sizable erection looking for an easy place to empty his balls. She practically wore a sign that said as much.
I would say that her best asset, to me anyway, is that giant ass previously mentioned. Dimpled with cellulite, she can barely cover those cheeks with a swim suit. Her shorts leave a lot of lower cheeks to be admired and I know she does that to attract men.
The skirts she wears are way too short for her age and shape. She has hardly to bend at the waist for her big ass to come into view. And I never saw her wearing panties. Oh no. My Aunt Beth is nothing if not a commando.
It's a sight I never tired of seeing.
Tight halter top sans bras allow her huge tits to wobble as though they were about to break free. Nearly inch long nipples begged for attention.
She knew I would watch her when she was dressed scantily. And she later let me know that she also knew I was jacking off while picturing her body.
"I know what boys like you think when they see me, jimmi. Like all the others, you want to fuck me; put your boner in my snatch and squirt what little bit of sperm your balls can muster. It's okay though. I like knowing that you get horny when you see me and baby boy. Beth gets excited knowing you're tugging on your dick thinking about me."
One weekend after being stood up by her cock du jour, Beth was in a mood. She wanted to be fucked and fucked now was how she put it.
That's when I learned that she was my aunt in name only. She explained the family dynamic to me as she lay in bed instructing me how to use the black fake dick on her. She called that thing her stand-by lover and showed me how to lick it to lube it before fucking her with it.
"Go on, baby. Suck the damned thing. It's only plastic."
"Um, why don't you do it then,? I asked.
"Because it's so much sexier when I think about you sucking it. Come on, now. Let's do this."
I learned that day to suckle more than that dildo. I was nibbling on one large brown nipple while ramming that big dildo in and out of her hairy, gaping maw until she squirted.
I thought she peed but Beth assured me that women, at least some are fortunate to be able to squirt an orgasm.
The whole episode fascinated me and it didn't take long before Beth required me to be naked as I worked her imitation cock's magic on her.
I was bashful at first. Being naked in front of Beth would mean she'd see my dick. No girl had ever seen it.
"Aww, jimmi, don't be shy baby. You have a cute little boner."
When she reached out and touched it, I squealed out in surprise as I climaxed. Beth howled with laughter.
I ran from the room and slammed my bedroom door and pouted on my bed.
That event was a turning point in our relationship. Beth came into my room and sat beside me on the bed. Her hand rubbed my back as she offered her advice.
"You can always be alone, or you can be like your brother johnnie and suck cocks and let real men fuck that boi pussy you sit on as a way of over-compensating. Or, you can accept what nature blessed you with and learn how to cope."
"Cope?"
"Yes, jimmi. There are other ways males like you can satisfy women."
I sat up. "Really? How? I asked hopefully."
I learned to eat pussy that night. In fact, three times that night, and five times the next day.
I knew I'd done well when Beth would nearly drown me as she flooded my mouth when she got off. "Mother fucker, you're one hell of a cunt lapper," she praised me. "You're good. You have a magical gift, a special talent for carpet munching baby. I may keep you for my own."
And that my friends is how we ended up sleeping together. No, she never let me fuck her and that's not a bad thing. I mean her pussy was so used and abused by men with much larger cocks that she wouldn't have felt my meager offering anyway.
But there in her arms, or my face in her gaping cunt, I found more than solace. I discovered my place in this world.
"Don't get mad baby. Darrell doesn't spend the night. He has to get home to his bitchy wife. Plus, he said it would be alright if you watched and maybe he could watch you do your magic after he fucks me."
"Really?" I was a bit naive about such things. Beth was kneeling beside my naked body masturbating me one of those rare times when she did not prefer watching me do it.
