Auntie Val Visits

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I received a text from Auntie Valerie, she wanted to come and visit, was that okay? Well, yes, I suppose, it had been a while since I had seen her, so, yes, why not. I texted back that I would be delighted to see her and to let me know when she was planning on visiting and I would make sure I was available that day.

That had been a week or so ago, and today was 'that' day. Auntie Valerie was due today, at around ten in the morning. I had done a major tidy up yesterday, so this morning was just finesse, final touches so to speak, windows open for fresh air, quick sprays of Febreze, that sort of thing. Valerie is mum's sister and is the absolute spit of her, when I was a teen if I wasn't fantasising about mum, then I was dreaming of Valerie, almost the only difference was that mum kept her hair above her shoulders, Valerie's was longer, over the shoulder.

Apart from that they could pretty much be twins and as I stood musing in the kitchen the doorbell went. I flicked the kettle on and went and opened the front door.

"Michael, baby, hello," Valerie said as she rushed in and hugged me tight, squeezing me against her breasts, her groin pressing against mine, my dick reacting all by itself. I managed, eventually, to disentangle myself and noticed that she had a roller case with her, was she staying? I hadn't made up the spare bed. No issue, I could do that quite quickly.

"Auntie, hello, gosh, you look well," I said as I stood back, just in case she tried another assault on me, "cup of tea or coffee? The kettle is on."

"Oh tea would be fab, the stuff on the train was quite disgusting."

"I have English Breakfast and Lapsang Souchong, which do you prefer?"

"Oh the English in the mornings, the Lapsang would be fine in the afternoons, and then Gin in the evening, I think that works out, do you?"

I laughed, "yes Auntie."

"And stop with the Auntie, I am Valerie or Val, okay?"

"Okay Val, yes, of course."

I dropped an English Breakfast tea bag in to two mugs and added the hot water. I let it brew for a moment whilst I got the milk from the fridge. After pressing the tea bags to get maximum flavour, I dropped the bags into the compost caddy, added milk to the tea and gave it a good stir.

"Right then Val, where shall we sit, the conservatory? It is warm enough and nice and bright."

"Perfect." She grabbed her tea and followed me through to the conservatory where she sat in the single armchair, and I sat in the sofa opposite.

"What have you been up to Michael? Leaving a lot of distressed women in your wake I have no doubt, those blue eyes of yours will turn every pretty head."

I wasn't listening, I was actually looking at her fanny up her dress, she wasn't wearing any knickers. Jesus. Her fanny was shaven and her crease had her little inner lips escaping from inside through her plumb outer lips. What a wonderful view.

"Oh, sorry Val, er, no, no girls at the moment. I had a pretty serious relationship with Vicky, but it petered out and I haven't dipped into the pool ever since, just not felt a need."

"Good grief Michael, that can't be healthy can it?"

"What? Why not Val."

"All those little wrigglers getting cooped up and not released."

"Ha ha, no worry about that Val. I am a man, we have our ways."

"Oh dear Lord, not the dreaded sock."

"A clean one every day Val."

She shook her head. Well, what else is a man to do when he has no girlfriend? Masturbate into a sock of course. Much more reliable than a tissue, and easily washed.

She crossed her legs, and my wonderful view was gone. My dick however was still rock hard, it had sensed an opportunity and liked to be ready. I doubted that it would be satisfied, this was my mum's sister, and although I had frequently fantasised about my mum when I was a teenager, that is all it ever was, fantasy, this was the real world and boys did not get to shag their mum, the very suggestion would probably earn you a good slapping and sent to bed without supper. Valerie looked just like mum in so many ways, and I didn't want a slapping.

"Let's go for a walk," she said, "It is a lovely day, and there is a park just around the corner."

"Okay, yes let's," I answered. It wasn't cold so we didn't bother with coats, I simply put a house key in my pocket and we set off. The park was about a five minute walk, and had the usual walks, pathways and in the centre a duck and boating pond. She linked her arm through mine as we walked, leaning slightly on my shoulder.

"What about you Val, you asked about my love life, what about yours?"

"I lead a varied life Michael. Sometimes my needs are met, sometimes my fancies are tickled, and sometimes the world is barren. That is the way of it is it not? There is no one nor has there been since your Uncle passed that I have considered spending the rest of my life with, just no one had that magical spark."

"Just enough for the occasional night."

"Well Michael, I am not a nun."

"Of course not, I wasn't judging. I just haven't had enough interest in anyone to even spend the occasional night, not even a glimmer."

"And that is such a shame Michael."

"No, not really Valerie, I haven't missed it, and no, I am not thinking of becoming a monk, it just hasn't been on my radar."

She squeezed in tighter, the two of us looking for all the world like lovers on a stroll, even though Valerie was twice my age, age meant nothing these days. If we wanted to be lovers, probably no one would bat an eyelid, even though we were related. It is not as if we were mother and son, no, we were more distant than that. I did however keep getting flashbacks of images of her fanny and in an idle moment I wondered what running my tongue between the fleshy lips at the top of her thighs would feel like.

I remembered my times with Vicky. We had a pretty active sex life and she loved me to lick her fanny. Vicky's fanny wasn't like Val's, it didn't have inner lips spilling out, no, but they were juicy and I realised this reminiscing was making me hard and my dick was caught uncomfortably in my underwear. Nothing I could do about it, simply hope that Val didn't notice.

"I find that so odd Michael," she said, "I can see that you are a healthy young man." Oh God could she see the bulge of my dick? "Perhaps you should find a more pleasurable method of release than an old sock, a nice young woman for example."

"No hurry Val, no hurry. I am sure it will happen at some point, I am not stressing or rushing."

"No, perhaps not, but it feels like you should."

I shrugged and we had by now reached the little café by the boating pool.

"Let's grab a cup of tea, and I could do with the loo whilst we are here."

"You nip to the toilet," she said, "and I will get the tea, after all, we don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

She obviously had noticed. She went into the café and I went into the public convenience and adjust my dick, unravelling it from my underpants. Still hard, but now more comfortably resting in a north south configuration, and not all curled up and straining.

She was sitting at a table by the window overlooking the pond, there was a teapot, some milk and two cups on the table. "Better?" She asked.

'Oh yes, thank you," I answered.

"Nothing worse than being all uncomfortable and not being able to sort it out. You certainly walked better when you came back."

Not really much I could say to that. I wondered if she were perhaps teasing me, or if she was just naturally gregarious.

"Well, thank you, yes, much more comfortable now." I may as well respond in kind, ignoring her innuendos seemed the best way forward. We drank our tea and then went back out onto the paths, it seemed cooler now.

"I don't know why, but it feels a lot cooler now," I said looking across at her. Her nipples were quite pronounced through her dress, I wondered if they made her feel uncomfortable. I wasn't going to ask, that would have felt petty.

She slipped her arm through mine again and held herself close, the coolness seemed somehow to recede. I pulled her in tight and we slowly walked along the path.

"Autumn is coming," she said, "the leaves are turning."

"Yes, and this park becomes quite beautiful for those few days where the leaves are golden and before they drop, and we get the stark bare branches."

"Yes the first signs of winter. I love the seasons, they each bring a beauty."

"True Val, but I think the warm summer months are my favourite, we can wear skimpy clothes and enjoy the warmth of the sun, rather than having to wrap up."

"Yes, and of course in some places, clothing is completely optional."

"To be honest, I don't usually wear much in the way of clothes at home in the summer. My garden isn't overlooked and I quite often sit in the garden on my laptop with nothing on. Feels so liberating."

"I know what you mean. I often go skimpy and more myself, especially at home. If there is no need to be what people call 'decent', then why do it, especially if you are not going to be seeing anyone."

"Decency is simply a matter of perspective. Mum often went around at home in the skimpiest of outfits and it meant nothing, she just did."

"I bet teenage you enjoyed that," she laughed, I said nothing, and yes, I had enjoyed seeing my mother virtually nude, and sometimes totally nude.

We walked on and then eventually got back to the house and it was time for some lunch. I put some toast in the toaster and grated some cheese, and warmed the grill up. I was going to do simple cheese on toast. I got brown and Worcestershire sauces from the cupboard, and then when the toast popped, I buttered it and spread the grated cheese over the top and put under the grill. It didn't take long before it came out bubbling and like napalm.

We sat at the kitchen table, I added brown sauce to mine, Valerie added Worcestershire to hers. We sat and ate our piping hot lunch, and it certainly warmed me up, goodness. After lunch we sat in the conservatory again and played cribbage, and every time Val leant back to look at her cards I was treated to fannyvision, and I was sure that as the game went on she glistened more and more. Crumbs, was she getting aroused? I knew damn well that I was. I was salivating at the thought of licking her fanny.

As we played there were a few shouts of muggins as one or the other of us missed a score, but all in all it was quite even.

"Good job we didn't play strip cribbage, we would both have ended up starkers," Vale said.

"I have no idea how to play strip cribbage," I laughed, I didn't even know it was a thing.

"Oh it is easy, every time you miss a score and muggins is called you also lose an item of clothing."

"I suspect Val that I am wearing many more clothes than you."

"Oh, and how many are you wearing?"

"Counting a pair of socks as one, then I am wearing four."

"Ah yes, beats me, I am on one."

"Ah well then, I would have the pleasure of you being naked much sooner than me then."

"Pleasure Michael?"

I smiled and nodded, "a naked woman is always a beautiful sight Valerie, you should know that."

"Oh, is it now? So you used to find your mother beautiful when you saw her naked?"

"Yes Val, I did, and I would now."

"I am told that my sister and I look very alike."

"Yes, not twins perhaps, but very alike."

"I see, and what would have been your guess at the clothes I was wearing today Michael?"

"Just the one Valerie, just the one."

"Oh? You assumed no bra?"

"Nipples and cool weather Valerie, nipples and cool weather."

"Oh, you noticed that?"

"Val, I am a man, of course I noticed."

"And what about knickers, why did you assume no knickers?"

"Because I saw up your dress and could see that you were not wearing knickers."

"Oh, I see. So I have no pleasures to surprise you with, you have seen them all."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that Valerie, oh no, definitely not."

"Whereas I have only a bulge to go on, no idea of scale."

"No, so you would, in your words, have pleasures to be surprised with."

"Should we perhaps take this conversation upstairs Michael, or do you not, in your own words, feel the desire to dip into the pool?"

"Sometimes an exclusive pool is very desirable," I said as I stood up. Val followed me and we headed up to my bedroom, my heart beating nineteen to the dozen, my dick straining hard at my trousers. In my bedroom I turned to face Val and undid my trousers, pulling them down but leaving my underpants still covering my dick.

I pulled my polo shirt off and stood there in socks and underpants. I sat on the bed and pulled my socks off.

"Now we only have one item each," I said.

Val put her hands on the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. She was naked in front of my hungry eyes, I devoured every inch of her, committing her to memory as I eased my underpants down, my dick hard and springing free as the waistband went passed.

Val walked the step to me and reached down, her hand surrounding and holding my dick, pushing my foreskin back, my glans revealing itself.

"Very nice," she said, "very nice indeed, but are you skilled in its use?"

"Lay on the bed Val," I said, "and at some point, you will find out, but not necessarily just yet."

She raised a quizzical eyebrow and lay on my bed her eyes focussed on mine. I smiled and knelt between her ankles and leant forward, running my face just above her crease, not touching, just gently blowing, Val shivered. Her inner lips were there for the taking, a mix of grey and pinkish purple, they greeted me. I let my tongue lightly touch her inner lips as they protruded from her fanny, she shivered again. I sucked at the top of her crease, pulling her clitoris into my mouth, dabbing at it with my tongue, this time she clenched.

I moved down, my nose forcing its way between her labia, running along the floor of her valley until I found her entrance and I pressed in, my tongue behind, tasting her perineum, salty yet slightly earthy, intoxicating. I went back up her valley, my tongue dragging, tasting, feeling the wetness of her arousal. Her hands were on my head, fingers splayed, gripping slightly as I moved up and down giving her a nose job.

My nostrils were filled with her arousal, and my dick was as hard as it could be, but it was not time to shag her just yet. I eased my hand under my chin and I pressed at her entrance with two fingers, gently penetrating her as far as they would go, Val lifted her bottom off the mattress and gasped as I widened my fingers inside her.

I slowly moved my mouth along her crease, my tongue deep in her valley, her labia folding around my tongue as it moved, my fingers moving slowly inside her at the same time.

"Oh my God," Val gasped as I widened my fingers again and then closed them, shagging her with my fingers as I sucked her clitoris, a third finger pressing on her perineum as far as her sphincter.

I eased away, my fingers slowly leaving her fanny and my mouth leaving her clitoris and I lay down beside her, what happened next was her choice.

"Close your eyes," she said and I happily obeyed. I felt her breath on my dick and then she held my dick tightly, pushing my foreskin down, straining it where it met my shaft, a small sharp pain and then I felt her teeth dig into my glans, almost painful but not quite. A hand surrounded my balls and gently squeezed, again almost painful but not. She rolled my balls around in the palm of her hand as her teeth chewed on the end of my dick and her tongue dabbed at my pee slit.

I felt her mouth as it surrounded my dick and she let go with her hand, and she started to shag me with her mouth, her tongue dragging across my glans. She went faster and faster, pressing down further into her mouth each time and then I was pushing past her tonsils, she was taking me deep.

I could feel her tongue on my dick, I could feel her tonsils tickle as I went past, the sensations on my dick were almost unfathomable, I was gasping, I was gulping and then as I was revelling in pure pleasure, something wet pressed my nose, it was her fanny, she was sliding her fanny along my nose. I tried to lick as she slid, but I think with little success.

I began to hump her mouth, not just letting her have control, and I pressed my hands on her buttocks trying to push her down so that I could use my tongue more effectively. I could feel my balls tighten, I knew her pleasures on my dick would soon result in an eruption.

"Stop," I gasped and tried to push her away.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I don't want just a blow job. Get on your knees."

She rolled off me and turned to her knees, her hands helping support her upper body. I knelt behind her and stroked my dick along her arse crease and then in between her juicy fat fanny lips, past her entrance, through her opening and deep inside her.

"Oh my fucking God," she gasped as I began a slow steady shag, my dick sliding into her fanny, pulling her fanny lips back with it as it pulled partially out. It was a fascinating sight, it was as if her fanny was being pulled inside out, and then pushed right side in. Her fanny walls gripped my dick, squeezing my dick as I shagged her, pressing as deep inside her as I could.

"Oh fuck, just fuck, shit," she cried out, her fanny clamping hard on my dick, her whole body trembling as an orgasm erupted through her, her fingers clutching hard at the bedding, her back arching and her gasps and gulps filling the room.

My balls reacted, my root tightened with that little pain that men know and I ejaculated deep inside her, flooding her fanny, filling her womb with my seed and my own cries echoed around the room.

I eased back and lay on the bed, Val slumped down beside me, her arm around me, cuddling, breathing heavy.

"See what you have been missing?" She asked.

"How long are you staying?" I asked.