This story is not for everyone. It is about my experiences with my mother's younger sister, my Aunt. Every relationship, especially family ones, is different and I make no recommendations here about "acting out." I did, but as you will see, not soon enough. Aunt Martha: A Dream Fulfilled By Karl C Part 1 When I was 9, I moved in with my aunt and uncle, Martha and Paul. My mother was in the process of getting a Missouri divorce and she thought it best for both of us to live with them. It was a move of over 600 miles to Connecticut. Uncle Paul did want a child himself but he said that he didn't mind it if my mother and I lived with him and Aunt Martha, my mother's much younger sister, especially if my mother helped with the living expenses. I moved in before my mother. She needed a job in the new city and could not afford to move before she had located one. I alone was with my aunt and uncle for about 6 months. I add that my whole family was very conservative, highly moral, and that Aunt Martha was, by all appearances, very upright, maybe even righteous. Sometime during the first months, my aunt let me snuggle with her in bed while my Uncle was at work. Aunt Martha was a buxom woman and I loved being next to her and her special roundness. I can remember the feelings I had when I "accidently" touched her breasts. I suppose I was too young to have sexual feelings, but I remember well that I really enjoyed it. If I had known the word, I would called it a "sensual" experience. What I also remember was that I know she liked having me there. But then my Uncle found out. I think he came home early to find his 9 year-old nephew in bed with his wife and he told her to stop me from climbing into her bed. I was hurt and surprised by his words. I didn't see any reason why Aunt Martha shouldn't have me snuggle in with her, or why my uncle would object, but she had no choice. Five years later, I understood why my uncle wanted it to stop: I had developed a truly sexual obsession for my aunt's big body. And big she was. Beautiful legs, gorgeous mammoth tits, and a generally lustful way about her. She just couldn't help but exude sex and heat. They say that some men can sense a hot woman, that most blacks do, for instance. Maybe it's chemicals, pheromones perhaps, but I think it's behavioral. Well, I'm white, but I sensed in my Aunt Martha (and later, in dozens of other women too) a hot pussy. I also knew that Uncle Paul had a tiny peanut cock and that Aunt Martha just could not have been satisfied. Moreover, I was absolutely sure that my uncle had never sucked cunt and that Aunt Martha had been denied that enormous pleasure. (In comparison, my hardon is only a little more that 7 1/2 inches, but, as I was later told many times by many women, including black girls from Detroit, New Orleans, Washington, Baltimore, and Chicago, that I had the hardest cock, granite hard, they had ever had.) And so I was hooked. By the time I was 13, I had eaten out and screwed Aunt Martha in my three-times-a-day masturbations hundreds, no, a couple of thousand of times. If a reader has ever had an incestuous compulsion for a family member, he, or she, will understand how strong the attraction is. Sucking Aunt Martha's clit became my life's goal. But the event that made sucking her cunt and then fucking her, an absolute, life-long obsession took place when I was 14. Aunt Martha needed to find a box in the crawl space in the attic. She asked if I would help lift the box out into the bedroom if she found it. I followed her into the crawl space with a light and an extension cord. As she crawled in, her dress went up, and, kneeling behind her, I was 10 inches away from her beautiful ass and pussy. She had on panties, but they were loose. I could smell her wonderful vagina aromas and I had an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss her pussy and lick her ass. I thought that if I could just get my mouth onto her clit, or my tongue into her asshole, while holding the front of her thighs with my hands, I could break her resistance and get her to cum. But I didn't go for it. I was chicken. I regretted holding back that afternoon for the next 21 years. Part 2 When I was 35 and Aunt Martha was 53, my life's dream became a reality. I had married twice and had 3 children. Uncle Paul had died in an accident. Aunt Martha had remarried and moved 2000 miles away to New Mexico. By then, she was not only buxom but had become what, in personal ads, is called "full-figured." In other words, she was fat. I would see her from time-to-time and in spite of her weight and substantial belly I still wanted her badly. After many women and all kinds of sexual experiences, eating her pussy, and getting into every hole of Aunt Martha was on the front of my mind and imbedded deeply into my cock. My grandmother had died and her house needed to be emptied. Aunt Martha came to Connecticut to help, as did my other aunt, her husband, and me. By then, my mother had remarried and was living about 8 miles away from my grandmother's place. There was not enough room at my mother's house for her other sister and husband and me too, so my mother suggested that I stay at my grandmother's house along with Aunt Martha. I remember that my cock started to harden at the idea, so I said I would be happy to do what my mother wanted. It was the best decision of my life. After everyone had dinner and left, Aunt Martha and I continued to talk around my grandmother's kitchen table. I, of course, had a hard cock all evening and it just kept getting harder the more we talked. Whenever she moved her plump legs into another position, I sighed and just got harder. At last, she said that we needed to get up early so she had better get some sleep. She got up first and said, "Goodnight, Karl. Sleep tight" I said that I would clean up a little in the kitchen and then go to bed as well. I was in the guest bedroom next to the one where my Aunt Martha would be. I would be only a few feet away from the source of my fantasy. And I did some busy work in the kitchen and went to my bedroom. I was breathless and had a pulse of about 150 when I turned off my bedlamp and said, "Goodnight, dear Aunt Martha." "Goodnight again, Karl," she answered. I could wait no longer than a minute or two. I had to go for it... 21 years after I had lost my nerve. "Aunt Martha...Do you remember when I used to snuggle next to you when I was a kid?" "Of course," she said. This was it. "Could I snuggle next to you now?" There was silence, and I was breathless. "But you were a child then, and now you are a man." I think I would have raped my Aunt Martha if more time had gone by, but she added, in a voice softer than I had ever heard before, "Karl? Do you think it would be all right?" "Sure," I said. "I just want to snuggle." That was it. I climbed out of bed and walked into my aunt's room. Yes, under my shorts my cock was raging hard, but since the lights were out, she couldn't she couldn't see my condition. I lay down in her bed and buried my cock between my legs to hide it temporarily: I knew it wouldn't, rather, it couldn't, stay there for long. Then I put my stomach against her back. She had on a nightgown of surprisingly thin material and I felt her warm skin immediately. I also noticed that she was breathing faster than normal and that it kept getting faster. I placed my left arm around her large stomach. "My dear Aunt Martha," I said. "I remember so well...snuggling up next to you and feeling warm all over." "So do I dear. I'm sorry that your Uncle Paul didn't like it. But I think he was afraid of something terrible in his imagination. I always liked having you next to me." My hand just couldn't wait. As she spoke, it crept up under her left breast and I started to slowly push up under her massive tit. I desperately wanted to turn her around and suck every part of her body, tit, tongue, cunt, asshole, but I understood that I was a seducer, and not yet a lover. She was breathing heavily, but she still had her lifelong inhibitions and I wanted to do this whole wonderful adventure, my boyhood dream, smoothly and seamlessly. "Aunt Martha?" "Yes." Her voice was high and almost broke. "Could I feel your beautiful breasts. I've thought about them since I was a child and really want to touch them one more time...like I did when I was a kid" I felt her heart beat through the nightie. It began to beat faster as I spoke. 'Oh Karl, I think this is wrong. I don't know." She was breathless for several seconds. "Will you think I'm a terrible and wicked aunt if I said yes?' "My god, Aunt Martha, not at all. You are my favorite aunt and you know it. I've always loved you and I only want to somehow express it." She turned over and I knew at that instant we would be lovers. I kissed her lips for the first time and reached for her right breast and nipple. I could not hold my cock in place any longer and as my tongue attempted to enter her mouth, my cock sprang out. She momentarily broke away from my mouth attempting to say "No," but I simultaneously lifted her nightgown, rubbed another nipple between my thumb and index finger, put my mouth back on hers and pushed my tongue between her lips, and put my throbbing cock against her magnificent cunt. Her mouth opened a little and this time it was an invitation. She let me tongue her tongue, then tongue her teeth, and finally her throat. Her own tongue slowly began to move it against mine. She was mine at last. Her breathing was excited and her body, her heavy body, was clearly willing. The last bit of her conditioning and mental restraint was almost gone. Her left nipple hardened under my hand, and I moved to the other. Then, I started my determined route downward with my tongue. Her luscious tits were first but I wanted to keep her thinking about my prick, so I placed her hand on my cock as I started to suck a nipple. "Oh, my God." I knew she had never had felt a cock like mine before. "It's so, well...so hard." By then I had sucked both nipples, and gotten them standing at attention and as hard as my cock. I started moving towards her cunt, licking body as I went. She held on to my cock and I moved it up the bed so she could keep it in her grasp. When I reached her swollen and hot pussy, and touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, she almost jolted out of bed, all 160 pounds of her. I was right. Aunt Martha had never had an orally driven orgasm and I was determined to be her first cunt lapper, her first suck-off. "Karl...what are you doing...? Oh, Oh...that's so bad...I mean, OH, OH! It's so dirty...I mean...Oh, OH, OH!, OH!!!!...DON"T STOP... YOU CAN"T STOP!!!" I had locked onto her beautiful wet and quivering clit and did what I did best...I spun my tongue around and over the nub, what I had dreamed of doing for almost 25 years. My left hand went back to her right nipple and I just could not hold back. I gradually placed a finger inside her absolutely sopping juicy wet pussy and started to finger her asshole with the middle finger of the same hand. She still had hold of my rock-hard cock. Other than stroke it, she didn't appear to know what to do. I just didn't care: instructions in cock sucking would come later. I just continued my clit work in the way that I had performed many hundreds of times on younger, less opulent women, sliding my fingers in and out of her cunt and ass as I sucked. "OH Lord. OH!!! ..." I knew she was about to cum, perhaps for the first time in her life. She did not disappoint me. Aunt Martha bucked her ass to get her clit rammed against my mouth and tongue and screamed so loud that I thought neighbors might call the cops. If she had known words to describe the things that were happening to her, she would have used them but those lessons would soon come. All she could repeat was, OH! God! OH God! OH MY GOD!!! She still had hold of my stiff cock as I lifted my lips from her clit and started moving up her body to finally fuck her. As I got to her face and kissed her open mouth with her pussy-cream spread all over my face, she took my prick and touched it to her clit and rubbed. She had never experienced a hard cock touching her sensitive clit but she wanted it, even if for a few seconds. I still had a finger up her ass and moving it in and out seemed to add to her thrill. (If she imagined that it was a second cock, I didn't really care. This was my life's dream and I didn't need to know all of her fantasies yet.) But before I fucked Aunt Martha, I wanted something from her I had always dreamt about. As she tried desperately to insert my prick into her wet pulsing cunt, I held back and said, "What do you want me to do?" "Please put it in, Karl...please... Don't tease me any more." "And what is it called when I let you put it in?" "Fucking?" She said softly. "Say it louder. What do you want?" It suddenly all came out. "OH Karl. Fuck me please. Fuck me now...I've always wanted you to fuck me!" FUCK ME!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!" Those were the exact words I had waited so long to hear her say. I let her guide my prick into heaven. Her pussy was almost that of a virgin and as wet as a girl of 25. She had never had hard large cock in her 53 years and without children, her cunt was deliciously tight. When she fucked me I was delirious. But so was she. My finger went in and out of her tight little asshole and into her colon where I felt my own thrusting cock. My hard prick sought regions of her cunt she had never known she had. My balls bounced against her and I had the feeling that she wanted them inside her. She fucked and rocked as if an irresistible force was driving her. Whenever I took my tongue out of her mouth, which was only to put it into her ear and lick and suck the only hole I could not to fuck, she would scream, "FUCK ME HARD, darling! Oh God...FUCK...FUCK....FUCK....FUCK ME, KARL!" I don't remember how many orgasms Aunt Martha had during our first fuck together. I'm sure there were pauses, periods of coming down, but her orgasms seemed to have been continuous. I knew I was almost there. I moved my finger in and out of Aunt Martha's ass faster and faster, feeling the movement on my hard moving cock. I so much wanted to cum in her mouth but the feeling of her tight but well-lubricated pussy and her ass tightening on my finger, I guess the wetness and wonder of the moment, forced me to stay in her cunt. Both of us felt the swelling of my prick...probably bigger than I had ever been, and Aunt Martha gasped. "Oh Baby...Let it go. Fill me with love. Give me your..." "MY CUM, AUNT MARTHA.!" "YOUR CUM! I WANT YOUR CUM....NOW!!!" My explosion into her receptive cunt was incredible. It was as if I had shot her with a musket. I have never had an orgasm like that before or since, and I never will. Aunt Martha, her legs tight around my waist and her arms wrapped around me as if I were her most cherished possession dug her fingernails into my back and yelled, "OH...EEEEEEEEE......OHHHHH....EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... FUCK , CUM, FUCK FUCK ...CUM.......FUCK!!!! It was finally over. She had cum again, I had cum, and we called a temporary truce. I kept kissing Aunt Martha as my cock slowly softened. Then I moved my lips to her eyes and to her throat. I was not ready for her next words. "You may not know it, my darling nephew, but I've dreamt of this for years, ever since you were a little boy. I know it's incest and most think it's a forbidden love, but I can't help it. I loved it...everything we did... and everything else we will still do together tonight." "We have wasted so much time. I'm sorry, dear, that I did nothing to let you know my desire for you sooner. I must have wasted gallons of cum that could and should have been yours when I jerked off thinking of you. I've wanted you since I was 12 and I almost moved in on you when I was 14." "Oh dear Karl," she said hugging me. "Was it when we were in the attic?" I saw that you were hard after we left and stood up and I then realized what you must have seen. If you would have done something then, well, I don't think I could have stopped you. I was three days away from my period and I was...well...hot. Besides, by then I had had sex dreams about you for two or three years." " That's really tragic," I thought to myself. Not only had my cowardice at 14 denied me of a chance of adolescent fulfillment and years of sex but Aunt Martha had suffered depravation too. Aunt Martha especially, because she had had such an empty life. "Well, my love," I said, " You still have much to learn and I am again eager to teach you everything I know." My hands had reached her gigantic tits and her proud standing nipples; my cock was again hard, and she was ready. I fucked every one of Aunt Martha's sensitive holes that night, including her wet and warm mouth. She loved cocksucking, surely as much as any homosexual, and she intuited technique like someone who wanted to become the best. I fucked her mouth and shot heavy streams of hot cum down her precious throat twice that night, once while in a 69 position. Part 3 I saw Aunt Martha that winter in New York City. Her old fart of a husband had lots of money and Aunt Martha was his prize possession and could do no wrong, including take a vacation to see her older sister, my mother, in Connecticut. I worked in NYC and Aunt Martha said she would tell my mother that she wanted to spend a day and evening in the city to see old sights and have a visit with her nephew. She called me at work and told me that she would be at the Hilton and that I should meet her there at 3 PM. Aunt Martha whispered that I should be ready to spend some time with her, so I called my wife and told her that I had to entertain some unexpected business guests and that I would be home very late. I couldn't get a cab fast enough. I had the boner of my lifetime and I didn't care. I had to see Aunt Martha before I shot in my business suit. I arrived at the Hilton and went immediately to the elevators. (I had had several fucking adventures there so I knew how to get to my destination.) When I knocked, I was shaking with desire. But I never expected what opened the door. Aunt Martha had lost weight around her middle. She was wearing a peignoir with a bustier, garter belt and black stockings, all of which were clearly visible under the sheer peignoir. Maybe it was the bustier, because even though she was smaller in the belly, her lovely tits looked bigger than ever. She looked beautiful, a sexy fox of an aunt. After grabbing each other tightly and sharing tongues, she whispered, "Why don't you come in and suck my dripping and ready cunt, my darling?" Had I taught my aunt sex and how to enhance mutual pleasure in speech? I had...and we both loved it. I entered all the way inside and as soon as she locked the door I was on my knees. She had learned her lessons well. I pressed my tongue to her pussy. She loved my clit work and now knew how to express herself in the kind of English that excited both of us. Somehow, I managed to get out of my clothes while I ate her eager pussy. "Suck it, Karl. Suck, tongue it, suck, tongue it. Treat it special, Pretend it is the last clit in the world you will ever lick. Get those fingers working too. Slip one or two up my ass, baby" And I did. Here was my Aunt Martha, a woman of 54, formerly a very conservative lady, fucking my face and talking like a slut of 20. I got her off in seconds. She yelled. "Suck it, nephew. EEEE!!! I'm coming but keep sucking." When she finished her first orgasm she wanted my cock immediately. "Now, fuck me up my ass. Come on, you auntfucker. Get that hard cock out of those shorts and fuck me in my ass. Give Aunt Martha the ass fucking she needs so badly. But pull out before you cum and shove your wet sword into my mouth 'cause I want to feel your first load way down in my gut!" Boy, she was good...creative as well. I did everything as I was instructed. After my first cum, and her fifth orgasm, we got down to some serious sex. Part 4 Two months later, my mother called to tell me that Aunt Martha died suddenly at her home in New Mexico of an aneurysm. Did she go to heaven? I don't know. But I do know that while she was here, she had our two days of love, two days in which she felt the kind of satisfaction that she had for throughout her magnificent body. I had fulfilled my dreams, but I no longer felt that they were important. I had been Aunt Martha's instrument of sexual fulfillment and was thankful for that gift.