Visiting the aunt

I hadn’t seen Aunt Bianca in years, but when she opened the door this summer the heat hit me first. That white summer dress clung just enough, breasts full and soft against the fabric, hips that had learned how to sway without apology. My boyhood memory painted her sweet and forgettable; the woman in front of me was all rounded thighs and quiet hunger, her mouth painted the color of an overripe cherry. She hugged me longer than she needed to, perfume sliding under my nose, and my cock stirred against the thin fabric of my shorts before she let me go. I caught the scent of suntan lotion and something sharper beneath it, something that belonged to sheets already kicked to the foot of a bed. That first night I watched her through the open kitchen window while she reached for a glass on the top shelf; the hem of her slip rode up and the lamplight painted twin crescents under each bare cheek. She didn’t fix the slip. When she turned, her nipples pushed two sharp points against pale silk and she smiled like she’d felt me watching. Later the house went dark and the garden was thick with cricket noise. She found me on the patio, one leg over the other, trying to hide the tent in my shorts. Without a word she straddled my thigh, kissed me open-mouthed, and the wet heat between her legs soaked right through to my skin. My fingers slipped under the silk; she was shaved bare, already slick and swollen, clit sitting high like a pearl begging to be polished. We didn’t make it to her bedroom. She bent over the edge of the wrought-iron table, the night air cool against her flushed skin, and I knelt behind her, tongue parting the seam of her ass. She pushed back, greedy, and I worked spit-slick circles around her tight ring until it eased and opened for the tip of my tongue. She moaned, breath hitching, hips rocking, and I spit again, used two fingers this time, slow, twisting, stretching that silky heat until she begged. When I stood and pressed the fat head of my cock against her loosened hole she didn’t flinch. She reached back, spread herself, and took every inch in one long greedy slide. I gripped her waist and fucked her in steady, filthy strokes, balls slapping her dripping cunt, her ass swallowing me over and over until the slick, obscene noise of skin on skin filled the garden. She came with a broken gasp, body trembling, ring clenching so tight I had to fight to keep thrusting. Later, inside, sweat cooling on both of us, she rolled onto her back and pulled her knees to her chest, holding herself open. I slid back in—easier now, hotter—and she watched my face while I pumped another load deep into her stretched, fluttering hole.