Eileen's Aunt

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Eileen’s Aunt


It was thanksgiving with his girlfriend's family but Paul just wasn't hungry for turkey. His girlfriend, Eileen, just hadn't been interested in sex lately and Paul was finding that he couldn't stop thinking about it, being nineteen – that was not unusual. He hadn't gone without a good fuck in a long time, and he was starting to think he might crack under the pressure or find another c*nt. Meeting all the various relatives at this holiday feast had taken his mind off of sex for a little while, but now that everyone was just settled into pie his mind was wandering again.
Paul found his eyes kept drifting over to Eileen's aunt Beth. Beth (it had been explained) was married to Eileen's mother's brother- a loud guy, fat named Rick. Rick paid no attention to his wife, instead bellowing supposedly funny stories from his job as a State Trooper. Everyone listened and laughed, as was the holiday tradition and there was no telling how long this would last.
Paul didn't find the guy funny at all, and neither did Beth, it seemed. Paul watched her sitting quietly on the sofa, sensibly dressed in her brown cashmere sweater, below knee black skirt, hose clad legs and comfortable low heeled court shoes He guessed she was about late forties maybe early fifties. Beth had a much larger frame than Eileen, and although he usually had trim sporting, toned girlfriends, Paul to his surprise found he quite liked Beth’s shapelier conservative look. Her breasts looked so big and inviting even under her bulky sweater, and her auburn hair was short enough to show off her pretty neck. Paul imagined what it would be like to kiss that neck.
Suddenly he noticed that Beth was looking at him - watching him watch her. They locked eyes for a moment, but he couldn't tell what she was thinking. He felt so horny, yet frustrated - he didn't look away, but instead let his eyes move down over her chest again, lingering. There were a lot of people in the room, but they were all so focused on Rick's inane story that Paul felt no one would notice as he stared at his girlfriend's aunt's voluptuous body. Beth shifted slightly on the sofa, but didn't have any other visible reaction.
Rick reached his punch line and everyone laughed. Beth stood up.
"I'm going to go lie down for a while". She nudged and told her still raucously laughing husband.
He nodded a tart reply and launched into another tale. Paul watched Beth's round ass wobble seductively, noticing the distinct line of her undies carved across her lush buttocks as she walked out of the room, and after that he had nothing to do but listen. After a half hour or so the group had gathered around the piano where Eileen's mom was playing Christmas carols. Eileen dragged him forward and stood close in front of him. He tried to grasp her waist and shove his crotch into the tight cheeks of her ass, but she pulled away from him with a little gasp of annoyance. He remembered how differently she used to react to that.
“It seems a bit early for carols, it’s only November, “ Paul whispered to Eileen with a grimace.
“You’re just a miserable grinch,” she retorted and joined the others in song.
He slid away and went to the bathroom, but found Eileen's older sister dealing with a sick three year old.
"There's another bathroom off the master bedroom,” she said helpfully, pointing to a closed door at the end of the hall.
Paul thanked her, getting out as quick as he could from the overwhelming stench of puke. He opened the indicated door quietly and saw Beth laid out on the bed, the back of her wrist over her eyes. Beth sensed an intrusion to her unhappy peace and hoped she looked asleep, but she actually had one eye open a fraction under her wrist. This allowed her to see Paul walk slowly past her, staring openly at her body as he moved toward the bathroom. After what seemed like a full minute, he entered the bathroom and slid the door shut.
Beth heard him pissing, the flush and then the faucet while he washed his hands. She waited for him to come through the room again, but he didn't. A minute went by and still he remained in the bathroom. Beth turned her head slightly as if in disturbed sleep, toward the bathroom door and saw that it wasn't shut all the way. She could see part of his face through the crack, and realized that Paul was peeping through the door crack at her. Since she couldn't see his eyes from her angle, he must have been looking at another part of her body besides her face.
‘Probably my tits’ Beth thought, proud of her 42 DDs. ‘Like all those young boys do’.
But the idea thrilled her, adding to the sexual surge she had experienced, catching Paul watching her in the living room. She looked lower and saw that Paul was rubbing his cock through his jeans. Another minute went by, and Beth felt an incredible, dirty urge to escalate things. So what – her husband wasn’t interested these days? She wanted to see if she could get Paul to take his cock out so she could get a look at it. Acting like she was just a resting woman getting more comfortable, she pulled off her sweater and dropped it on the bed beside her. This left her only in a form fitting, beige coloured tank top. Paul was amazed that there didn’t seem to be a brassiere under her top. Lying back into the same position she snuck a look at the gap in the door. She could see that Paul was rubbing his cock more quickly, but he had shifted so that she actually had a somewhat worse view of his crotch.
The top was a smooth, elastic material, unable to conceal her hard aroused nipples, which were extremely visible through the pale fabric of the garment. As if in a dream, she reached up and gently stroked the nipple closest to Paul. It worked. Beth heard a zipper and then saw what she'd been waiting for. Paul's cock fell from his fly as his pants slipped lower. His cock was long, thick and heavy in his hand. He stroked it slowly, no longer frantic or even urgent. Beth brought her other hand to her other tit and stroked and tugged her nipples through her clothes.
Paul touched the precum that leaked in a droplet from his engorged cock head and spread it over his shaft. Beth's breathing got coarser as she watched the hand stroking the glistening cock. Then suddenly, with intention, Beth looked up and saw that Paul was looking her in the eyes. She gasped, but the jig was up. They both knew. He opened the door, kicked off his jeans across the floor and walked toward the bed, his hard cock waving like a wand before him. Beth opened her mouth and he knelt alongside her and slid his pulsing cock into it. Beth reached for Paul's heavy balls and rolled them in her palm as her lips slid over the hard cock in her mouth. Paul reached into her tank top and took the flesh of her massive mature tits with strong hands. Beth's nipples were like hard gemstones against his palms and between his fingers.
He slowly rocked his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her eager mouth. Paul reached one hand under Beth's skirt, she wriggled to allow him to pull the full material up allowing him to slide his exploring hand, past her hold up, American tan stocking with lacy tops and straight to her soaking crotch. He moved her plain black panties aside. Her pussy was hairy, wet and hot and two of his fingers slipped right in. Beth's tongue swirled around Paul's hard-on as he alternated fingering her and rubbing her engorged clitoris. Paul was as good at fingering as Beth was at giving head, so it wasn't long before Beth felt orgasm wash over her whole body. As time froze she felt hot streams of Paul's cum shoot against the back of her throat, which she swallowed. They both shuddered silently, and then when the orgasms subsided, smiled into each other's eyes. No words were necessary.
Paul withdrew his cock and zipped up. Beth sipped some of the water beside the bed and took up her sweater. They said nothing but both grinned like the lucky people they were. As Paul left the room, Beth pulled her sweater back on and lay down onto the pillow.

[Brucewillis1]

Very interesting story!