Aunt Dorothy 1

I didn't realize I was staring at Aunt Dorothy until my mom touched my arm. Aunt Dorothy stood silhouetted against the back sliding doors. Because my aunt had changed so much, I didn't know I was ogling my aunt.

While Aunt Dorothy didn't look anything like my Anthropology professor, she lit up my eyes when I looked at her. My professor seduced me in my second year at college. She was upfront about it. Unlike my first girlfriend, she was experienced and loving. I spent a year with her, learning everything imaginable. She ruined me regarding being attracted to women my age.

"Matt, take a picture. It'll last longer." She laughed.

Aunt Dorothy turned to face us both. "What's up, Claire? I need a laugh."

My mom answered, "Matt was staring at you with his mouth open."

Aunt Dorothy smiled. "Oh really?" She walked up to the other side of the kitchen island.

I stared at her long black hair and couldn't resist looking down briefly at her neckline. Her shirt tightly clung to her. I didn't remember her being quite so attractive.

"I didn't recognize you! Mom told me you had changed, but you look amazing." I blushed as I spoke.

"It's flattering to be seen by a twenty-year-old, even if he is my nephew." Claire smiled back at me.

I spoke before I could stop myself. "Technically, we're unrelated because my Uncle Paul is mom's brother. And you're not married anymore."

Mom swatted at my arm playfully. "Matt! That wasn't polite."

"It's okay, Claire. It's nice to be admired."

I locked eyes with Aunt Dorothy as she spoke.

"I haven't seen you in three years. You look a LOT different. In a great way." I felt my face redden even more.

"Thanks, Matt. I lost weight, started exercising, and picked clothes that suit the new me."

I nodded, suddenly not wanting to make my behavior more awkward. My professor taught me that people live an entirely different life inside their heads. Sexuality was a spectrum of craziness.

Mom interrupted the brief silence by adding, "You look great, Claire. Show Matt your tattoo."

Aunt Dorothy stepped back from the island and, without hesitation, pulled her shirt over her head and off. I knew my mouth dropped open again.

"I didn't mean for you to take your shirt off, Dorothy. Jesus, you have gone crazy." Mom laughed.

"Hey, I'm not shy about how I look anymore. It's easier to see the tattoo this way. And I LOVE this bra. The panties match."

Aunt Dorothy was forty-five, but she wasn't the same person physically. Her bra was multicolored and held her breasts up high. I could see the top of an elaborate bird tattoo protruding from the top of her leggings. Her dark hair was much longer than I'd seen it. Claire lowered her leggings across her lower abdomen as I watched, exposing the rest of the inkwork. Dorothy pulled her leggings far enough down that her panties were exposed a couple of inches. I could almost see her thigh gap. A long time had passed since I'd buried my face between a woman's legs.

Claire locked eyes with me again. "It's corny, I know. But it's supposed to be a phoenix rising from the ashes."

When I continued to stare without replying, my mom bumped my right arm. "Say something, Matt. Lord, you were never one to be so quiet."

To my horror, I said, "You look beautiful" instead of "It looks beautiful."

My mom joined Claire in a laugh.

"I think he likes it. And me," Claire said. "Come hug me hello, Matt. It's been a long time since I hugged you."

I was shocked that my mom was encouraging Aunt Dorothy to tease me.

When I didn't move, Claire walked around the left end of the island and stood in front of me, holding her arms open for the expected hug. My eyes roamed her body. As awkward as I felt, I knew that my dick was hardening by the second. My mom was standing behind me as I turned to hug Aunt Dorothy. My hands went to the small of her back, feeling the smooth silkiness of her skin. My right hand moved to her middle back. As my arm moved up, I brushed against her breast.

She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me close. As she hugged me, I felt her right leg rise slightly and move between my legs. I had no doubt she felt my hardon through my shorts.

"Nice!" Aunt Dorothy said as she let go of me. I smelled her perfume on me as she stepped back. She grinned widely.

Aunt Dorothy turned to walk back to the other side of the counter. My eyes watched her backside and body as she walked. I knew she was returning to the other side, so I watched her walk. Dorothy turned her head to smile at me. She winked as she turned to the other side of the island.

I wasn't sure if her newly found life and body gave her enjoyment teasing me or whether she was telegraphing interest. Another thing I'd learned from my professor was that anywhere people interacted, there would be sex.

Realizing that my hardon wouldn't quickly subside, I turned my head toward my mom. "I'll let you two catch up. I have to go check my text messages."

"Come back as soon as you're done, Matt. So we can talk. I might not put my shirt back on if that helps you." Aunt Dorothy giggled as she spoke.

"Dorothy, you're incorrigible," Mom said as I left the kitchen and entered the front hallway.

I stopped to eavesdrop on what they might say when I turned the corner.

"I wanted to see if I still have it, Claire. Matt's a good-looking young man." Aunt Dorothy laughed. "If I were younger, I'd have a go with him."

"Don't play with fire, Dorothy. His only real girlfriend was a wild liberal MILF. He'll get a hand injury if you keep that up."

They both laughed hard at Mom's comment.

"A MILF? Really? I can totally work with that. I need a good young man with an interest in reviving my dead sex life."

Mom laughed again. "I think you'll find a lot of men interested, Dorothy. Especially if you take your shirt off each time you meet a new one."

"Does that mean I can try to seduce your son?"

"Damn, Dorothy! You're both adults. Matt is much older mentally than you'd think. His MILF took care of that. Be careful teasing him, okay?"

Dorothy laughed even harder.

I quietly went to my room, which Mom kept more or less as I'd left it while I was at college. For five minutes, I tried thinking of anything except my Aunt Dorothy and how she looked when I first saw her standing by the patio doors a few minutes ago. Seeing her surprisingly flat stomach brought to mind scenarios wherein she might be completely naked. Hearing her say she'd have a go with me had made me harder than a brick.

My erection wouldn't subside. All I could think about was bending Aunt Dorothy over and pushing myself inside her. Even though my bedroom door was open, I pulled my shorts down and pumped myself fast. I wanted someone to walk in on me. I would have bent her over if my aunt had come to my room, no matter the consequences. The need to cum was overwhelming. Within twenty seconds, my cum was spurting out of me onto the wood floor.

...

I spent a couple of hours reading. I heard my mom call out for me to eat.

Entering the kitchen, I saw that my aunt and mom had prepared hamburgers. The table was covered in chips, condiments, and finger foods. I noted that Aunt Dorothy had a shirt on again. At some point, she changed out of leggings and into tight shorts.

I did my best to make small talk and to keep pace with them both. It was the first time they'd seen one another in quite a while. Before long, even I was joking and trying to be as quick-witted as they were. We enjoyed our burgers and conversation.

We all pitched in to clear the table and put the food away. I took every opportunity to admire my aunt's body, and she reciprocated by smiling at me when she caught me doing it.

Mom went into the walk-in pantry and exited. "Houston, we have a problem. I don't have any wine for later."

"Just have some delivered, Claire," Aunt Dorothy said.

"I would, but I can't trust them to bring exactly what I request." Mom frowned.

"I'm not twenty-one, so I can't go," I said.

"You know what? I'll get it. You two can stay here and relax. It won't take longer than thirty minutes for me to pick it up." Mom looked at Aunt Doroty and me and smiled. "Behave while I'm gone!"

"It's party time," Aunt Dorothy said. I watched Aunt Dorothy bite her bottom lip while my mom rolled her eyes.

Mom retrieved her purse from the front room, exited the kitchen through the side hallway, and entered the garage.

Aunt Dorothy jumped and hoisted herself onto the kitchen island. She swung her legs, and I watched the fabric of her shorts ride high between them.

"What do you want to do while mother hen is gone, Matt?"

I tried to keep eye contact with her. It was as if she were reading my mind.

"What do YOU want to do, Aunt Dorothy?"

"First, call me Dorothy, Matt. Second, what would I like to do? I want to take advantage of your mom's absence and fuck you." Aunt Dorothy stopped swinging her legs and locked eyes with me.

I gulped. I heard her but needed to be sure. "What?!"

"I said I'd like to fuck you, Matt. As you said, we're not related. I felt how much you liked what you saw when I hugged you. I need some of that. I've had sex only once since your Uncle Paul. That was a disaster."

"A disaster? I find that hard to believe. And why me?" My dick was already standing at attention in my shorts.

"Because your reaction was honest. Because you're safe. And because I bet you've never made love with a woman motivated to make your eyes roll. It's a win-win. Do you want to fuck me or not?"

Aunt Dorothy hopped off the island and started walking toward the front room. She turned her head back to me. "Get in here with that dick."

I felt momentarily numb as I watched her saunter into the front room. I followed her in. She stopped in the middle of the room near the smaller sofa and pulled her shirt off. She reached behind her shoulders, unclasped her bra, and pulled it off. Without hesitation, she stepped out of her multicolored panties.

"Do you like what you see?" Aunt Dorothy smiled at me.

I nodded.

"Prove it," she said. "I'll let you lead."

I walked over to her and stopped.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?"

I shook my head. "Not yet."

Aunt Dorothy looked at me with surprise.

"Lay across the sofa with your feet on the floor." My dick became even harder, knowing that she would probably be willing to do whatever I asked.

She moved in front of the sofa and sat on the edge. Leaning back, she spread her legs and watched me.

I leaned over her and supported my weight with one arm as I bent to kiss her. Her tongue darted out to meet mine. Using my left hand, I moved my fingers between her legs and lightly touched her.

"Oh!" She gasped at the contact. Her legs opened further as I continued to caress her lightly.

After a minute, she snaked a hand up between my legs and squeezed my hard dick.

"I need this. It's been way too long!"

I moved my face away from her and looked down at her. "Not yet. I want to taste you. Not that I'm great at it, but I hope you'll cum on my face."

"Wow, Matt. You read my mind. Your Uncle Paul didn't like doing that."

I kneeled between her legs and looked up at her face, and made eye contact as my tongue reached the skin above her clit. She shivered and clenched her fists on both sides of her hips.

I lightly circled my tongue around and above without making direct contact.

"Oof. Where did you learn how to do that?"

Moving my mouth away, I told her, "I had a girlfriend who rewarded me every time I did it with a mind-blowing blowjob."

"Lucky girl," she answered.

I didn't want to interrupt the mood by telling her that the girlfriend who taught me about good sex was my professor at college.

Without replying, I moved my tongue directly to her clit and flicked it. I moved both hands between her thighs and held them as I moved my face further down and pushed my tongue inside her.

Aunt Dorothy's hips convulsed as I worked my tongue in and out of her. She sighed loudly.

I moved my tongue back around her clit, licking and flicking it lightly. Aunt Dorothy's right hand moved to the side of my head and held it.

Releasing her thighs, I moved both hands slowly up her stomach and under her breasts. My fingers began to circle her nipples slowly. They were already hard as I caressed them.

"Fuck!" Aunt Dorothy panted. "I'm going to cum harder than I think I ever have."

I pinched her nipples as my tongue moved faster and wildly on and around her clit.

Aunt Dorothy began gasping lightly as her hips quivered. Her breathing became erratic. I flicked my tongue harder across her as she began to scream. Her hand clamped the back of my head and pressed it hard into her body. She didn't need to worry. I wasn't going anywhere. I had learned that this was the best part for me.

And Dorothy's hips bounced against my face as her hand held me hard. Her orgasm must have blown a fuse in her brain because she continued to scream as her voice cracked.

After ten seconds, she lost her voice, and her hand moved to the top of my head in an attempt to push my face away.

I pinched her nipples even harder and continued to lick in the best way I could.

Her hips bucked up, and she froze, lost in the waves of the orgasm.

I finally moved my face away. Her hips dropped back to the sofa cushions.

I waited as she breathed deeply.

"My God," she said. "I've never had it like that. You had an incredible teacher."

"I found out that giving someone a hardcore orgasm is almost as good as being inside."

"You're only twenty. You're dangerous!" She weakly laughed as she spoke.

"Thanks. You're beautiful, and you taste delicious."

I felt Aunt Dorothy shiver.

"Time to put that thing inside me."

"No," I said. "I don't know what you prefer. But I prefer to do this to you again."

"I can't cum like that again. It will kill me."

Ignoring her, I moved my tongue back to her clit and flicked it lightly. Her hips bounced to meet my tongue. This time, I didn't bother with tonguing her lightly. I cupped my mouth around her and furiously worked on her clit.

Aunt Dorothy's hips bumped and froze again. I moved my left hand from her nipple and moved it underneath her leg. My thumb moved up and pushed inside her.

"Fuck!" She managed to scream one word as I worked her toward a second orgasm.

I assumed it would take longer this time because I hadn't given her enough time to rest.

I was wrong.

She screamed hard, but it lasted only a couple of seconds as her voice cracked. As her second orgasm started, her hips bucked rapidly until they locked upward. Continuing to lick her rapidly, I also twisted her left nipple with my right hand.

After the sixth or seventh pulse of her orgasm, she gyrated her hips and grunted. At that point, I was convinced her mind had blanked from the overwhelming orgasm.

Ten seconds later, I moved my tongue off of her clit and kissed the inside of her right thigh. Aunt Dorothy continued to grunt and attempt to catch her breath.

I moved both of my hands to each side of her hips and tickled her lightly on both sides.

A couple of minutes passed as her breathing became more or less normal.

"Wow. Just wow. You're amazing, Matt. Really." Aunt Dorothy whispered.

"Can I try something else?" I wanted to say how responsive she would be.

"Yes. I would say no, but this is the best oral sex I've ever had."

I put both hands on the inside of her thighs as I lowered my face to her again. Using the tip of my tongue, I lightly touched her clit. Aunt Dorothy did not overreact this time. She sighed deeply as she shivered. She put a hand on either side of my head, holding me lightly as I tongued her.

I was careful to go slowly and lightly. After two or three minutes, I moved both hands up to her nipples. Instead of hard pressure, I lightly caressed them.

Aunt Dorothy whispered, "Oh my god..."

Even though I felt her stomach quiver slightly, I didn't increase the speed or pressure of my tongue. Her fingertips pressed harder against my head, and I heard a pause in her breathing.

"Oh!" she whispered as the orgasm started. "Uh. Uh. Uh," she whimpered. Her head bent back and away from view. I knew what it felt like to be lost in the moment of such an intense orgasm.

I licked her for another thirty seconds and moved to kneel in front of her. Seeing Aunt Dorothy naked and worn out from the pleasure I'd given her was as erotic a sight as I'd witnessed.

She raised her head slowly and smiled. "Thank you." Her voice was uneven and cracking from the first two orgasms. "Can I return the favor, Matt? I've never cum like that. Ever."

Instead of immediately answering, I unbuttoned my shorts and moved them down my legs, followed by my underwear. I stepped out of them, pulled my shirt over my head, and tossed it aside.

My dick was average in length but thicker than most.

Even though Aunt Dorothy was still in shock from the three orgasms, she sat up on the sofa. Her right hand reached for my dick. When her fingers made contact with the head, I flinched in pleasure. Her hand moved along the length of my dick and underneath my balls, circling back to grip it and pump lightly.

"Can I suck it?" She locked eyes with me.

"I hope you do. I would never turn down a blowjob from a beautiful woman." I smiled.

"Am I beautiful, Matt? Really?"

"One hundred percent."

She shivered again as she spoke. "Move closer to me."

I stepped closer to the sofa as Dorothy moved to the edge of the sofa. She pushed my dick upward as her head moved to my balls. I felt her tongue rake me and then felt her lips circle my balls. I groaned.

"Don't cum too quickly, okay? I have to compete with your tongue on me."

I nodded. "Just so you know, I came up in my room once today after you turned me on. Even if I do cum in your mouth, I can stay hard and fuck you, too."

"Really?" Dorothy asked as she moved her mouth to the tip of my dick and circled the head. "It's hot to imagine you had to jack off thinking about me."

Whatever hesitation Dorothy might have had about blowing me, it disappeared. She wrapped her right hand around my dick and began pumping me. She followed her mouth onto my dick with each stroke. She added a circular motion to the pump as she moved faster. I felt my toes curl. When she moved her left hand underneath to squeeze my balls, I groaned loudly.

Dorothy blew me for a full minute before pulling her mouth away. "I can't believe I've got your dick in my mouth. I'm so turned on! I need you to cum in my mouth, Matt. You're only twenty years old. I should feel awkward, but I don't. You made me cum better than I ever had with a man."

I moved my right hand behind her head and guided her mouth back on me. Dorothy willingly pushed the head deep into her mouth. She once again pumped me hard. I let go of her head and put both hands on my hips, thrusting my hips forward. Dorothy reciprocated by squeezing and pumping faster.

I felt the orgasm coming for at least five seconds. I grunted hard when the first shot of cum flew into her mouth. I felt her stop for a split second as the huge shot hit the back of her throat. Her hand on my balls rubbed across more insistently as the second shot hit her. Dorothy surprised me by pushing my dick into her mouth as I continued to cum. I grunted wildly as my cum shot into her mouth repeatedly. I knew she'd had trouble swallowing it all.

As the shots lessened, Dorothy pulled her head back until only the tip remained in her mouth. Her right hand resumed circling and pumping me. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt my legs start to shake from the exertion of cumming and the pleasure of her letting me cum in her mouth. It had been a long time since anyone let me do that.

She sucked and pumped me for thirty seconds before letting my dick slip out of her mouth. Her fingers still pulled at me. She darted her tongue out to catch the drops of cum that had come out after I finished.