(The) Breast of Times

Summary: Nephew obsessed with milk-filled tits moves in with aunt.

Note 1: Thanks to John Doe who requested a slow build-up and naughty telling of this story about a very juicy kink.

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Note 3: Thanks to Small_Island for a month-long back and forth to make this story the epic one I hope you all think it is. Also thanks to David and Shuj for editing.

(The) Breast of Times

"Thanks again for doing this," Mom said as she gave me another farewell hug and kiss. "Your aunt really appreciates it and so do I."

"So, you've said it a dozen times," I laughed. "And I'll say it again, I'm happy to help out. Plus, spending six weeks at a house by the beach sounds a lot more inviting than six weeks in the sweltering kitchen at Bella Italia."

Truth be told, I'd been looking forward to returning to the kitchen of the Italian restaurant where I'd worked my last two years of high school. I thought it would be a great summer job following my first year away at college. But when my Aunt Karen's husband Jake had been tapped for a short-notice military deployment for the rest of the summer, my mother had quickly sold her younger sister on hiring me to stay with her and help out with her four-month-old baby, my new cousin, Amanda.

My main qualifications as an au pair were my years of experience in helping my mother take care of my little sister Kara, who was only five, fourteen years my junior. I had been deep into the diaper changing and bottle feeding and all-around care of my sweet little sister right from birth; never considering it a burden since I loved the little cutie to death.

I was also expected to put my restaurant experience to use by doing most of the cooking for me and my aunt, plus any handyman tasks that Uncle Jake would normally do. Otherwise, my time was my own and it was well expected for me to spend plenty of time at the beach or even just around my aunt's swimming pool with a jacuzzi. For this, Auntie was going to pay me almost as much as I would have earned at Bella Italia and Mom and Dad were going to boost my monthly allowance by $100 for the next school year. Good work when you can get it.

"And be sure to call regularly and let me know how things are going," Mom said, again repeating instructions she'd given me multiple times. Of course, these instructions went to the hidden but real reason my mom had pushed me to take a summer job as a nanny; to be her spy. She said Aunt Karen and Uncle Jake were having marital problems, in fact, she suspected that Jake had volunteered for his current temporary duty to get away from his wife and, perhaps even his baby, for a bit. Mom worried that that stress would add to her sister's risk of suffering post-partum depression, and she wanted me to be on the lookout for signs and report them back to her. Naturally, I was not to let Aunt Karen in on any of this part of my mission.

"I will, Mom," I said before finally breaking away and jumping into my car for the six-hour drive to the coast.

As I cruised along, I pictured hours in the sun taking in the vision of tons of girls in bikinis, telling myself I was going to overcome my usual shyness and talk to some of them. I had nothing to lose as nobody knew me and I could create a brand-new persona. One perhaps less boring than my real one.

Then I thought about the girl in a bikini I was really looking forward to. While my parents expected and even encouraged me to meet some 'beach bunnies' as Mom called them, they would be utterly shocked to learn that the one I'd really like to see dressed up as a Playboy Bunny was my Aunt Karen.

My aunt was just fucking hot. Not in a traditional fashion model way, she was too thick for that. Not fat, but thick like a choice, juicy steak. She had amazing curves, her ass in jeans was delicious and her full-figured body in a dress showcased the thick, strong legs, always in nylons, that supported that ass, and a pair of massive boobs above that had been a source of wet dreams for me for some time. If she would be hanging around her swimming pool in any kind of a bathing suit, I knew I'd be spending more time there than at the beach.

To be even more honest, when I thought about my aunt this way, usually while lying in bed, stroking my prick, we'd be spending even more time in her bed than in the pool and I would be exploring her acres of soft flesh with every tool at my disposal, from fingers to nose, from tongue to cock.

This may explain my fascination, or interest, in women with some meat on their bones. I didn't enjoy skinny girls. I enjoyed a bigger girl, not fat, just big-boned. They also were better in bed from my limited experience and tried harder. They were real women, who made real sounds in bed.

Anyways, with the wind at my back, no construction (a miracle in summer), and only stopping once, I arrived over an hour earlier than I anticipated and knocked on my aunt's door.

I stood there a long minute, starting to wonder if maybe she'd gone out on a last-minute errand since I wasn't expected so early when I finally heard a noise from the other side of the door. I smiled and waved at the doorbell camera.

Then the deadbolt turned and the door opened and I nearly lost my shit.

If the secret sick reason I had been so eager to take this job for the summer was to be around my hot aunt and feed my twisted incest fantasies, the reason behind the reason, the fetish within the fetish, now stood in front of me in luscious, living flesh.

Aunt Karen stood there with bare feet and wet hair, wearing a kimono-type robe that went to just below her knees. But what really rocked my world was her chest. The robe material was thin and completely inadequate to control the obviously braless watermelons it covered. As I said, Auntie had always been huge up top, but pregnancy and breastfeeding had only made things even more glorious.

"Joey!" she cheered, throwing her arms wide which nearly pulled the robe completely apart and exposed the Grand Canyon of cleavages. I immediately wanted to dive into the creamy white gorge but managed to simply step into her embrace. The press of her big hooters against my chest raised an instant boner in my pants. I had to make a conscious effort to not press my pelvis against hers and cause her to shut the door on the pervert on her doorstep.

"Come in, come in," she said, breaking off the hug much sooner than I would have liked, and pulling me inside by my arm before closing the door. "You're so early, you caught me just getting out of the shower," she said, pulling the robe closed again.

I was sorry to see the cleavage disappear, but it was replaced by something even better. Holding the robe that way stretched it tight across her chest, clearly outlining nipples that literally looked like thumb tips. And where they pressed, I registered ring-shaped stains where those big nipples had obviously been leaking breastmilk.

And here we come to the heart of it, the dark heart of my perversion. I had come here for those nipples, for those massive breasts and the milk they held. I wanted to nurse, and lacking that, I wanted fresh, personal memories of her mammaries to fuel my jerk-off fantasies.

I'd been thinking about this a lot recently, berating myself for such twisted desires, but I'd come to realize I'd been developing this fantasy a long time - probably starting with 13 months of watching my mother breastfeed my sister Kara. However, the really sexual nature of the fantasy had begun right here in this house, with this woman, some six months ago.

I had joined my family here for a few days out of my winter holiday break from college. Aunt Karen was eight months along and her already big tits were swelling more and periodically leaking in preparation for feeding her baby. For some reason I wanted nothing more than to tear open her blouse, rip off her bra, and engorge myself with what I just knew would taste like warm ambrosia.

Then I'd been back during my Spring Break. It was my first time seeing baby Amanda in person and I instantly fell in love with her, just as I had with Kara. But while my feelings for my new cousin were pure and protective, my feelings for her mother became dirtier and more perverse. I took every chance I could to watch her nurse the child, and visions of fat nipples leaking milk filled my mind and my dreams. I wanted to nurse on those melons. I wanted to nurse from them while I fucked my aunt. I wanted to fuck her big tits and blend our creams together when I came all over them.

Ever since then, my porn collection, which up till then had been dominated by women in nylons of some sort, began to accumulate a subset of mostly Japanese breastfeeding porn. For reasons I couldn't explain, watching a man lying back on a woman's legs, leaning up and nursing on a large, milk-filled breast through a swollen nipple had become the ultimate kink.

"Joey?" my aunt said, and I finally raised my eyes to her, wondering how long I'd been staring at her nipples pressing against the milk-stained robe.

"Yeah, well, I just made really great time on the road," I said. "Sorry to catch you at a bad time," I added, forcing my eyes to stay on hers.

"Well, I'm just a little embarrassed to be greeting you in my old, bumming-around-the-house robe," she said, pulling it closed even tighter.

"Sorry," I repeated, trying not to stare, but definitely distracted.

"No reason to be sorry," she said, "but why don't you go and unload your car while I go and get dressed."

"Sure," I nodded and went back out the front door while she headed toward her room. As I brought in my suitcases, guitar, gaming gear, and laptop, I kept telling myself to get my shit together and not fall into another trance staring at her incredible boobs, hypnotic though they were. I vowed I would limit myself to short, sideways glances. Oh, and very dark sunglasses when we were outdoors would probably be alright too.

As I was putting my clothes into drawers, Aunt Karen stepped through the open bedroom door, fully dressed and carrying little Amanda in her arms.

"There she is," I said, stepping over to see the little princess, feeling that mushy feeling inside that my mom says is a sign that I'll be a good dad myself one day. I sure hope so.

"Want to take her?" asked my aunt.

"Is she okay with strangers holding her?"

"Yeah, she's already a little social butterfly," laughed Karen. "Plus, you're no stranger; she's been talking about her handsome Cousin Joey ever since you were here in April."

"Is that so?" I said to the baby, taking her from her mother, happy to find all I had learned from handling Kara four years earlier was coming back to me. I also noticed Aunt Karen's calling me handsome, which sent a brief chill up my spine.

As I gently rocked and cooed at Amanda, I surreptitiously took in my aunt's impressive frame. She wore light, fairly loose clothes, appropriate for the summer heat, although, to my surprise and delight, she also wore pantyhose. I guess I'd expected being in her own home on maternity leave, that she would skip them, but there she was, walking around in her stocking-clad feet in suntan nylons and recently painted red toenails.

Karen was a high-powered corporate executive who always seemed to wear pantyhose with both her professional garb and her day-to-day dresses when I saw her in person or in photos or video calls... so I guess it was her habit even on maternity leave. Well, that was fine with me because pantyhose had always been a turn-on for me. My mom also wore them often, both as a teacher, and like Aunt Karen, when wearing a skirt or dress at home... a sign of good upbringing I thought (with my dirty mind). A few of my high school teachers had also worn them, nursing my fetish away from family. Unfortunately, at college, finding a girl who wore pantyhose was like finding a needle in a haystack, even very few female professors wore them these days.

Meanwhile, Amanda seemed to be taking to me just fine as she was snuggling against my chest and dropping off. The baby's reaction apparently relaxed her mother as well, because Aunt Karen's voice was soft and low when she spoke next.

"Thank you so much for taking this on, Joey. I suspect that a young college man could find more exciting ways to spend his summer."

"No problem," I said. "I'm really happy to be here. And if she's like this all the time, I guess it's going to be a nice, easy summer."

Auntie laughed and proceeded to fill me in on the true nature of the little devil in my arms and how she hoped I could help out as her au pair.

As she spoke, I continued to gently walk around the room, lulling the baby, while also continuing to assess my sexy aunt. She wore a blouse that didn't remotely try to hide her voluptuous breasts that looked to be DD or FF or GG cups (I planned to discover which size she was at some point during my stay). I realized that with a chest like that, all of her blouses had to be custom-tailored to fit like this one did. It was a fit that had me thinking very, very inappropriate thoughts. Yes, I knew it would be incest... but fuck, her tits were just so fucking big and her legs and feet in nylons so fucking tempting.

When she finished reciting my duties and thanked me once again for spending my summer with them, I replied, "You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for my favourite auntie." Or to her, I thought, which caused my already partially-swollen dick to pulse and threaten to give away my excitement by bulging into a full-blown crotch tent.

Her eyes squinted and I worried she might have caught the innuendo in my words, but then she smiled and said, "I'll take that as a compliment, even though I'm your only auntie," before crossing her arms in a way that enhanced rather than covered her voluptuous cleavage.

My eyes were once again drawn into the valley of forbidden flesh, the expanse of white skin looking so appealing. "Well, even if there were more, I'm sure you'd still be my favourite; who could match your beauty, brains and kindness?"

"Oh, wow, what have they been teaching you at that school of yours? You'd better save that level of bullshit, I mean charm, for the girls on the beach," Aunt Karen laughed, though I thought she looked pleased. "C'mon, follow me, you can put Amanda down in her playpen and then finish putting your stuff away while I start on supper."

I followed her out to the fully equipped chef's kitchen and gently laid the little angel down in a small travel playpen that was set up beside the breakfast nook. I expected Amanda and I would spend a lot of time here as part of my household duties and I was looking forward to trying out some of the neat gadgets.

A half-hour later, after finishing unpacking and setting up my laptop and PlayStation 5, I headed back to the kitchen, where Aunt Karen was well along in making supper.

I leaned back against the kitchen island to watch her work; her big body in motion enchanted me from tits to toes. We chatted about my role here which would include making breakfast and supper, and she told me about some of the special features in her fancy kitchen.

I jumped in to put the salad together and soon we were sitting down to our first dinner together as employer and employee, the new relationship developing into an inside joke while we talked during the meal prep.

"And you're sure you really want to take over the cooking already tomorrow?" she asked.

"Well, you know I'd be cooking at Bella Italia back home for my summer job if I hadn't come out here for you and Amanda, so yeah, I'm fine with getting started."

"I remember waitressing to make money for school my freshman year," said Aunt Karen. "I was so glad when they let me move into the office to do the books during my sophomore year."

"Yeah, I'm glad to be in the kitchen instead of having to schlep everything back and forth and put up with some of the customers."

"Tell me about it," she grimaced. "A big girl like me already had trouble squeezing between the close tables, but just because there was so much of me to touch, guys seemed to think a squeeze of my butt was included as part of the meal. Not that they showed any real appreciation for my fine behind in their tips."

I was stunned into silence for a moment, first because I couldn't believe Auntie had spoken so bluntly- although, it was actually classic Aunt Karen - but secondly and mostly, because I had been thinking so much myself about what it would feel like to squeeze her big butt, or stroke her pantyhose-covered leg, or, please God, squeeze and suck on those amazing breasts. I had found myself wondering how she kept from knocking her plate off the table with those things and realized she had developed a very careful way of eating, so she didn't end up dipping her mams into her food.

"That's messed up," I finally managed to say.

"Well, some men seem to have trouble telling the difference between appreciating and complimenting a woman, versus ogling and creeping her out." I noticed that squint I'd seen earlier, and heard a tone in her voice that made me think she might now be talking about me. I couldn't deny that I had addressed half of my conversation to her nipples instead of her eyes.

"Well, I can't claim sainthood," I said, going for an indirect mea culpa, "but I've never touched a girl against her desires and especially no random groping of strangers in clubs or crowds. As far as ogling, I hope I haven't creeped anyone out by staring when their beauty really hit me, but I'm certainly going to be more aware of it now that you've made me think about it."

She seemed to be appraising my response and apparently I passed, because she nodded and changed the subject.

"So, how was your first year of college?"

"Pretty good," I answered.

"Have you declared your major yet?"

"Actually, I'm following in your footsteps and going for a business degree."

"What field?"

"Economics I think," I said, bouncing back and forth between economics and marketing. I planned to take more classes in both fields and confirm my major after the second year.

"Hmm, not the most lucrative path, but interesting and important for working in the policy area."

"Yeah, I like the philosophy of economics," I said.

"Well, if you ever have any questions or need insight when you write papers or do research, I'm available," she offered.

"I appreciate that," I said, meaning it. Aunt Karen's insight and experience could be very useful down the road.

I made it through the rest of dinner okay, I thought, only talking to her tits twenty percent of the time instead of fifty. Although I don't think my cock ever went completely flaccid. I adroitly maneuvered my plate to cover my tumescence when I stood up, thanked her for dinner and said I would take care of the dishes.

She thanked me for that, scooped up Amanda and took her into the living room to feed her.

There was still a bit more to do in the kitchen after I got the dishwasher loaded and started, but my imagination wouldn't allow me to miss out on any more of what was going on in the living room. I made my way quietly to the edge of the room and my timing was perfect. Aunt Karen was getting ready to swap Amanda from one breast to the other.

While the baby continued suckling on the right, Aunt Karen pulled her blouse aside to uncover her left breast. She wore a nursing bra and deftly undid the drop-down cup to expose the nipple and areola on that side. That heavy-duty white cotton undergarment was suddenly the most erotic peekaboo bra I had ever seen. In the glow of a table lamp, I could see a globule of milk already forming at the tip.

Then she was prising Amanda off of her right tit, causing the girl to whine and threaten to cry, but that was quickly snuffed out when Karen introduced her left nipple to the seeking mouth. Hell, I'd be content too if only I could latch onto that warm flesh, feel the hard, swollen nub with my tongue, and then relish the flow of mother's milk into my hungry gullet.

I'd be more than content, I'd be hard as a rock, which was exactly how I was as I watched the transfer from one glistening nipple to the other. I silently backed away and headed back to the kitchen, where I rearranged my package, and then rushed through the last bits of cleanup.

When I headed back to the living room ten minutes or so later, I did it with plenty of noise, so Auntie would know I was coming. She was still in her very plush recliner, but the pumps had been covered up and she was holding Amanda against her shoulder, which was protected by a heavy cloth, gently tapping the baby's back to coax up the relieving burp.

"Hey, Aunt Karen," I said, "is it alright if I unload the dishwasher in the morning?"

"Sure," she said, "I do it all the time."

"Okay, then, I'm pretty tired from the drive, so if you don't need anything, I'm going to hit the sack."

"You do that," she said. "And Joey, thanks again, we're really glad to have you here."

"Thanks. I think it's going to be a great summer. Good night auntie, good night, Amanda."

"Good night, Joey."

"Buurrrpp."

Once inside my room, I immediately stripped off, took my jar of Palmer's Cocoa Butter Formula skin lotion out of my kit bag, lay down on the queen-sized bed and went to town on my cock which had already left a sizable wet spot in my Calvin Kleins. I imagined Aunt Karen removing the flaps from her nursing bra and walking around all day in just that and a pair of pantyhose and in only three minutes or so, I was shooting a truly massive load into the t-shirt I'd just removed.

.....

The next day, I was up and heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, when I heard the baby crying. Time to start my new job.

Since she was only four months old, Amanda's crib was still in Aunt Karen's room, so I knocked lightly on her door to see if she wanted any help.

"C'mon in," my aunt called.

"Good morning. I was just walking by when I heard the little princess. Would you like any help with her?"

"You know, I think I would. Will you please bring her to me?"

I picked up the crying baby and began rocking her, knowing it wouldn't help much since she was probably hungry. When I turned to the bed, I froze in place.

Aunt Karen had worked her way up to a sitting position with some pillows behind her and now was pulling one breast out of her nightdress.

My eyes went wide at seeing the humongous tit out in the open, the fat nipple swollen and leaking.

"Have you never seen a breast before?" she asked condescendingly.

"Uh, yeah, of course," I said, moving forward even as I kept staring at the heavy breast and imagined myself sucking on it.

"But never one this big, right?" she asked, not seeming at all fazed by her nephew being entranced by her big tit.

"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry," I said, handing her Amanda.

"It's alright, I get it. In fact, I get it all the time. But your mom assured me you were comfortable about breastfeeding, was she wrong?"

"No, no she wasn't," I assured, dragging my eyes up to hers. And it was true... or at least it used to be. Back from watching my mom with my baby sister up until I finally started getting to second base with girls, I'd always viewed breastfeeding as the most natural thing in the world... pure and innocent. But ever since I'd begun touching and sucking breasts in a sexual way and especially since seeing my aunt's extra-large breasts turning into milk jugs, that innocence had been tainted by my growing fetish, and I'd begun finding myself aroused any time I saw a woman nursing in public.

"So now that you're over the shock of seeing a breast this large in person, I don't have to worry about you perving over it every time I need to nurse, right?" she said, as Amanda began sucking on her nipple and I desperately wished to latch onto the free breast.

"Uh, yeah, right, of course," I said, giving my head a little shake and heading out of her room, happy she didn't see my rising erection.

I went to the kitchen and began making breakfast. I made a pretty darn good omelette and hoped that would make up for some of my tit-staring gaffes.

Karen walked out with Amanda in her arms fifteen minutes later and said, "Mmm, smells good."

"Coffee?" I asked as I went to the fresh pot I had brewed.

"Sure," she said.

I poured two cups as she put Amanda in the playpen. "What do you take in it?"

"Two sugars and one cream," she said

I fixed up her coffee and brought it to her as she took a seat at the kitchen table. She was wearing the tight-fitting, milk-stained robe from yesterday and I almost spilled her coffee as I set it down in front of her.

"Thanks," she said. Then, "You're staring again."

"Oh, Christ," I grunted as I straightened and took a step back. "I'm sorry, I... I'm really sorry."

"Listen, Joey, I know how this robe looks and I wasn't going to wear it out here, but I want to get some things straight with you right from the start, okay?"

"Sure, of course."

"You know from your mother that lactating mothers can have a lot of leakage. To deal with that I usually wear a nursing bra or put nursing pads in my other bras. But during those short times when I don't want to wear a bra, like between waking up and taking my shower, I usually wear this robe because it's already ruined. Get it?"

My eyes had naturally gone with her words to stare at the ruined robe and the expanse of braless breast flesh, but I snapped them up again when I said, "Yeah, makes sense."

"However, I realize that in any other situation, with any other man who wasn't related to me and here to work as my baby's au pair, it would be a very provocative outfit. The question for you is, is it too provocative? Should I wear something more conservative?"

Hell no! my mind screamed. I decided I needed to mix some honesty into my answer if I didn't want my aunt to decide I was a perv who couldn't be trusted. "I won't lie, Aunt Karen, I have never seen, um, breasts like yours and they're amaz-- I mean, they really caught my attention. But I'm sure I'll get over it quickly and I want you to be comfortable in your own home, so please wear whatever you like."

She tilted her head to the side and considered me through narrowed eyes. Then she straightened up and nodded. "Okay. But you should also be comfortable here, so if you feel awkward when I dress like this, you let me know, okay?"

"Deal," I said, then returned to the stove to finish the omelette, thinking very hard about the chopped vegetables I was sautéing in an effort to keep my willy from swelling any more than it already was from this surreal encounter.

Ten minutes later we were both seated at the table, half finished with our omelettes. Aunt Karen swallowed a bite and said, "If you can make a breakfast like this for me every morning you will definitely earn your keep."

"I do love to cook," I said, my first passion and dream job was to become a chef but it wasn't perhaps a realistic job for financial stability.

"You could make a good wife one day," she said, but in a teasing tone.

"I'd be a great fifties housewife," I joked.

"In your dress and pantyhose and pearls as you cooked and cleaned," she said, but it seemed to be more to herself than to me. "Like Jake would like," she added, confirming that she was thinking out loud... and apparently confirming Mom's fears about marital strife in Auntie's home.

"Well, I don't know about the dress and pearls," I chuckled, trying to restore the happy mood, "but I do like pantyhose." Oops, that was stupid. She was already worried about my breast-watching, and now I'm admitting to another fetish?

"That's obvious," she said, before taking another sip of coffee.

"It is?" I asked even though it didn't surprise me she'd noticed me admiring her nylon-clad feet yesterday.

"Well, staring and drooling are pretty clear signs," she said, and my eyes dropped to my plate.

"I'm really making a great first impression, aren't I?" I mumbled.

"About the same as most men," she said. Her tone was light, and it made me look up to see the corner of her mouth up in a teasing smile.

"Would it help if I said I'm sorry again and promise to try and keep my tongue in my head?" I said, hoping to ride the strand of humour I was picking up from her.

"Well, the question is the same as before but now expanded. Can you actually focus on a conversation with a woman without staring at her tits or legs?" she asked, before forking the last of her omelette into her mouth.

Beneath the table my prick twitched at her blunt language, but I kept my voice calm when I answered, "I think so."

"Do you?" she questioned, her tone implying she didn't think I could. Honestly, I'd also have to bet against me, but still, I didn't like her assumption that I couldn't.

"Sure," I said. "I like to think I'm self-aware enough to recognize my faults and be able to improve them."

"Hmmm," she pondered as she pulled her shoulders back, causing the incredibly erotic milk robe to spread at the top and show more of her breathtaking cleavage.

"Okay," I said, "now you're just teasing me. I am still just a man after all, and a teenager at that."

She laughed hard. So hard her tits shook, which, of course, drew my attention to them. How could it not?

"You're right," she said, chuckling as she pulled her robe closed again. "I'd probably be more upset if I couldn't get your attention with my girls. But let me ask you something. While almost everyone, man or woman, can't keep themselves from staring at my chest, not as many zero in on legs in hosiery the way you did yesterday and how I've seen you do every time I've worn them around you. Do you have a nylons fetish?" As she said this, she rotated slightly in her chair and stretched out her legs, putting her bare feet into my field of view.

There was the Aunt Karen we all knew and loved and sometimes feared, straight to the point and on the attack. I shrugged and said, "I just don't get to see many women in nylons anymore and I think it's a shame; I like the look."

"Yeah, the fashion is fading into oblivion," she acknowledged.

"I may have been born in the wrong decade," I joked.

"Actually, I also find nylons sexy, and that they have a certain allure," she said.

"I couldn't agree more," I nodded, again glancing down at her perfectly pedicured, painted toenails. So sexy, but how much better if elegantly framed in silky, sheer hosiery?

She pulled her legs in, stood up, closed her robe to hide her beautiful breasts, and said, "I'm going out this morning. Will you be okay watching Amanda? I do realize it's your first real day with us."

"Yeah, we'll do great," I said.

"You know I just fed her, but if she gets hungry before I get back there is breast milk in the fridge. I've posted instructions on the fridge door for heating it up."

"Okay," I said, instantly wondering if helping her pump her breast milk for occasions like this would be one of my duties. God, I hoped so.

"I'm going to shower," she said and left the kitchen.

Once she was out of sight down the hall I reached under the table and adjusted my dick. Then I got up, and cleared and washed the dishes. Washed them. As I put the milk and butter back in the fridge, I saw the breast milk and I couldn't deny wondering what it would taste like. Of course, I resisted the temptation and pushed the curiosity out of my head, See? I could control myself.

I was sweeping the floor when Aunt Karen returned to the kitchen and said, "I think I'm going to like having a live-in cook and maid."

"Oh, I'm a maid now?" I questioned, looking up and seeing she was in a black skirt, white blouse and black pantyhose in open-toed slingbacks. I, of course, glanced down to admire her legs and feet in the sexy hosiery.

She put her right foot slightly forward and wiggled her toes. I felt something begin to wiggle in my pants.

"Hey, Mr. Self-Aware," she said mockingly.

I felt myself blushing as I brought my eyes up. At least I managed not to pause at her breasts.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours. Call me if you need anything."

"Got it," I said, trying to look innocent and trustworthy.

She shook her head. "Maybe we need to get you a girlfriend," she said, before turning around and heading for the front door.

I couldn't come up with a snappy reply, so I just said, "See you later," as I watched her awe-inspiring ass moving under a skirt just tight enough to show off her ass-ets without crossing the bimbo line. After the door closed, I was once again adjusting my raging hard-on. I was going to have to start wearing a jock strap to keep things under control.

Amanda was waking up in her playpen, so I went over and picked her up. "Oh, ho, someone needs a new diaper," I laughed and carried her to the changing table in the nursery. As I cleaned her up and got her into a fresh onesie for the day, I promised myself that I was going to keep my focus on her, on my job here, and stop ogling her mother like a kid going through puberty instead of a grown-ass college man.

I wasn't going to fantasize about squeezing the round globes of her ass, or rubbing my cock up and down her pantyhose-covered thighs, and especially I wasn't going to look at those wondrous tits like I was going to push Amanda aside to get to them every time Auntie brought them out for nursing. I was going to be in control. Yeah, right.

Now that she was clean and comfortable again, Amanda looked ready to sleep, so I carried her into her mother's room and put her in her crib. The bedside clock told me Auntie had only been away a half hour, and she'd said she'd be gone a couple of hours.

While I had made myself a solemn vow not to be a drooling idiot around my aunt anymore, that didn't mean I still couldn't indulge in some harmless bits of my fetish. It was time to find out what actual-size bra Karen wore.

I looked at her dresser but decided it might be too easy for her to tell I'd been in her drawers, so I went to her laundry hamper in her walk-in closet instead. Near the top was the nursing bra I'd seen her in last night. This thing really was a wonder of engineering, but it had to be to support and contain Aunt Karen's massive boobs.

Then I spotted another bra strap and pulled out a very sexy, black lace brassiere. The tag said 34H, the same size as my favourite sexy OnlyFans babe, SultanaCurves. She is a hot Muslim with massive tits, a slim hourglass-like figure and thick legs. Perfection. Oddly, I found this revelation that they were the same cup size serendipitous. I mean what are the odds? 34H was not a very common size.

Standing there holding a bra in each hand by their big cups I was suddenly horny as fuck and needing to indulge. I brought the cup of the nursing bra to my face and inhaled deeply. The odour of milk, not yet sour, sent a charge through me and I mindlessly licked the damp spot. Suddenly I understood why children automatically take to drinking the leftover milk from their cereal bowls, they crave the creamy sweetness they lost when they were weaned. Then I buried my face in the black lace cup and got a different result. I didn't smell milk this time. I smelled a woman, that special musky scent of a woman's skin, a big woman's skin. Probing with my tongue I didn't really pick up anything. Then I remembered what Aunt Karen had said about using nursing pads in her regular bras.

As I pondered the unique wonder of each bra, I looked down into the hamper again and spotted a pair of blue panties. Without conscious thought, I traded the black bra for the panties and repeated my twisted testing. First I brought the gusset to my nose and inhaled. Heavenly. The tip of my nose also told me they were slightly damp, and I found myself sucking the crotch between my lips and licking. So good, so wrong.

My cock was straining against my pants, I had to let him out. I momentarily laid down my prizes and opened and lowered my pants and briefs to below my butt. My cock head seemed almost purple with its swelling and glistened with precum.

Showing the true depths of my perversion, I placed my aunt's dirty undies on my head so the appealing pussy scent was directly on my nose. Looking through the leg holes at my twisted image in the full-length mirror, I inhaled deeply like a glue sniffer, which made my dick throb.

The black lace bra looked so fucking sexy, but the milk-stained nursing bra would better hide the nasty deed I was about to commit. Holding the open cup in front of my mushroom head, I began pumping my dick.

I sniffed and licked the crotch of the panties I wore like a mask, and stroked my steel-hard cock until my balls were boiling. In just a couple of minutes I was ready to come.

I buried my cock head in the white bra cup and a few strokes later unloaded my large morning load directly into it.

"Take it all, slut," I grunted. While Aunt Karen had always shown herself to be a woman in control of things around her and was already establishing that dynamic in our new relationship, in my fantasies our sex was super nasty and verbal and I was in control. "Take your nephew's load all over those big, fat, milk-filled tits."

My morning load was always my biggest of the day, and once spent, I looked at the pool of cum I had deposited in the big cup. Oddly, I didn't feel as much guilt for what I'd done as for not filling up both cups evenly. One of my weird quirks was balance and I actually didn't like that I hadn't given both cups some of my jizz.

Well, I could take care of that imbalance next time. Because there was definitely going to be a next time. For now, I replaced the bras and panties back in the hamper as close as I could to how they had been, but making sure the nursing bra was exposed to air so my deposit would dry and blend in with the breastmilk.

.....

After Aunt Karen returned, I made my first visit of the summer to the local beach. It was only a three-minute walk from Auntie's place, the amazing location along with the luxe house making it obvious how successful she had been in her career.

There were indeed plenty of bikinis in place, displaying a wide variety of body types, and I surreptitiously enjoyed them all as I did a little body surfing and read one of the books on the summer reading list for my English Lit class.

A few hours later, I was doing my meal prep for dinner, when Aunt Karen called for me from her bedroom. Heading down, I found she was on a video call on her tablet, it was with her husband.

"Here he is," she said as she turned the screen to me and I saw my uncle Jake. "I was just telling Jake how you've slid right into place, taking care of Amanda so naturally and showing some of those cooking skills we've heard about."

"Hey, Uncle Jake," I said.

"Hey, yourself," he replied, with the wide grin that saved his handsome, strong-jawed face from looking too severe; Uncle Jake looked like the military badass he was. "I really appreciate you coming out and taking care of my girls," he said.

"Well, it's been a pleasure so far. Amanda is a little angel."

"She sure is," he agreed. "Hey, why don't you sit up next to them so I can see everyone?"

Auntie was up against the headboard in the breastfeeding position I remembered so vividly from that morning. This time, however, her boobs were covered and the baby was being held against them facing out, toward the tablet camera. Aunt Karen's legs were stretched out and her dress had hitched up to just above her knees, exposing a few inches more of her solid legs, encased so alluringly in sheer pantyhose.

Feeling more than a little awkward, I shimmied up until I was sitting beside her, legs extended alongside hers. I was wearing shorts, and it felt like I was fighting the pull of gravity to keep my bare legs from closing the three-inch gap and rubbing up against her nylons.

"Joey?" Once again, my aunt had to pull me out of my reverie of her body by calling my name. I just hoped her husband couldn't tell what was happening. She gestured for me to take the baby so she could better manage the iPad.

"Ha ha," laughed Uncle Jake, "you've definitely matured in the last year, Joey, and I can't decide if you look like a much older brother or a much younger husband and father."

"I don't know if I like that 'much younger' crack," said Aunt Karen. "How 'bout we stick with loving cousin and talented au pair?"

We chatted a couple more minutes about what he was up to and whether I'd found the female selection at the beach up to my new, higher college standards, and then I signed off, joking I had to get back to the kitchen if I wanted to keep my job.

"Joey? Will you please put Amanda in her crib on your way out?" asked my aunt.

I did as she asked and closed the door behind me as I left, giving Auntie privacy for her continuing conversation with her husband. Mom had been worried about problems in the marriage, but from what I'd seen so far, things seemed okay. Well, as okay as they could be when you have a new baby in the house and your man is in some faraway land, and not one of the nice ones.

.....

However, when she finally came out and joined me in the kitchen, her face looked more upset, almost angry, than a short-term separation would seem to warrant - such things being fairly standard in military families.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

She just sighed, then said, "Sometimes I wish I could still have a glass of wine even though I'm breastfeeding."

"Just one shouldn't hurt, should it?" I said. "I won't tell anyone."

She laughed at that and said, "Joey, you're supposed to be looking out for Amanda's interests, not tempting her hucow to contaminate her milk."

Holy shit! Did my aunt just call herself a HuCow? While I'd certainly come across that anime subgenre while researching lactation porn, the kink went beyond my own personal limits... although, the idea of a woman being able to lactate even when not nursing a baby was pretty hot.

I hoped my jaw hadn't dropped all the way to the ground, but my teeth did snap just a little when I made sure to shut it.

"Yep, you're right, I was just testing you," I blabbered in a lame attempt to cover my gaffe. "Well, dinner's ready, would you like to eat in the dining room?"

"If you don't mind, how about we keep things informal and just take our meals here in the kitchen so we can keep talking while you work?"

"Sounds good to me. Take a seat."

When I set her plate in front of her, Aunt Karen gushed, "Oh, Joey, this looks amazing."

Wanting to make up for some of the earlier awkwardness of breast staring and nylon drooling, I had decided to use the full range of skills I'd picked up at Bella Italia, which presented an image of family dining but with elegance. I'd taken the time to plate the food as enticingly as I could.

"Seriously," she continued, "this almost looks too good to eat... I feel like I should be taking a photo for my Instagram account."

"Well, presentation is important to give the customer an experience that's really worth their money," I said, quoting Marco Frangioni, part-owner and head chef of Bella Italia.

"Yes, it is," she nodded. "Clearly you've been learning some important lessons at that restaurant of yours."

"I've been learning from a great chef," I said.

"Well, get yours and sit down," she urged. "I said it looked almost too good to eat. But it also looks too delicious not to eat and I want to taste what other lessons you've learned from your chef."

I took a quick second to plate up my portion and sat across from her. "Buon appetito," I said.

She took a bite of the mustard pork chop I'd prepared and almost immediately let out that moan that chefs live for. It had taken sixteen months of learning and working at Bella Italia before I'd prepared a meal of my own that had drawn such a reaction, and it had meant almost as much to me as the first groan of pleasure I'd managed to pull out of a classmate with my tongue on her pussy.

She chewed the piece slowly and swallowed. "Wow, Joey, this is so good."

"Thanks," I said, always loving getting a compliment for something I made, but also loving seeing someone's face when they've discovered something that perfectly pleased their palette.

"I mean, I am not a huge fan of pork chops, but this, this is delicious," she said, as she took another bite.

"I'm happy you like," I said, as I began eating mine.

After a few minutes of quietly enjoying her dinner, Aunt Karen circled back to our earlier conversations about my future in business and my interest in nylons.

"The importance you put on the presentation of your food? It's also important in the business world," she said.

"It is?" I questioned, that not a topic I remembered from any of my first-year business courses. But I trusted Aunt Karen knew what she was talking about, having broken many glass ceilings on her journey to the top.

"Oh, yes. Just like the appearance of this food made me think it would be delicious, the appearance of a man or woman also makes a statement," she said.

"That makes sense," I nodded, thinking of the teachers and professors who dressed up as professionals and those who could be mistaken as students... I instinctively respected one group of educators a lot more than the other.

"And let me ask you, Joey, how does it make you feel to present a lovely dish like you did here, versus just slopping the food on a plate, even though it will taste the same?"

I considered a moment. "It makes me feel good, feel better about the food, more confident that the diner will like it."

"Exactly. A good presentation raises your confidence as well as the customer's or client's. Which is why, even though I'm home on maternity leave and some days I will not be seen by anyone other than Amanda and, well, now you. I dress in a way that always presents myself the way I want to be perceived, by myself as well as others."

"I did wonder about the pantyhose," I said.

"Well, doesn't your mom usually wear them too?" she asked, her legs under the table and currently out of my peripheral.

"Yeah, she does, but I have never asked her why," I said.

"A few reasons," she said. "We grew up with a mother who believed in both femininity and modesty, and pantyhose were always part of that attire. We were forbidden to wear jeans or dress pants, and she considered bare skin to be inappropriate once a girl was of a certain age."

"That explains a lot," I said, trying to keep my eyes locked on hers and not the mountains that were calling my name.

"How so?" she asked, as she placed a piece of baked potato in her mouth. Before I could answer, she let out another moan that I was going to use in my imagining of her the next time I defiled one of her nursing bras. "What did you do to these potatoes?" she asked.

"Butter, chives, garlic and cheese," I added. "Actually, there are a plethora of ways to make potatoes taste better. I often use sour cream, but I didn't see any in the fridge."

"Well, how about I turn over the grocery shopping to you and you buy whatever you need?" she said before she resumed eating.

"And these carrots, they are soft and savory," she said.

"Butter does magic," I said, as I glanced down to admire the area between her breasts thinking I'd love to place my carrot between them.

After another appreciative croon, she said, "What were we talking about? Oh, that's right, pantyhose. Well, despite our mother's best intentions in raising proper young ladies, we soon discovered that hosiery also served fewer noble purposes. For example, they are a great accessory to add variety, colour and style to a look for vanity's sake versus modesty's."

"I've noticed that," I said.

"I bet you have," she said, reminding me that she'd spotted me mooning over her own nylon-clad legs not only yesterday but many times in the past.

I didn't say anything... I just took another bite of pork. The mustard sauce had turned out pretty good if I did say so myself.

"And of course, they also can be a powerful piece of clothing to control men," she said, adding on to her theory of hosiery.

"Control men?" I asked.

She had a little smirk when she continued. "Yes. Didn't you say yesterday that a woman's beauty can make you stare? And what if she's accentuated the beauty of her legs with some silk stockings? You'd be putty, wouldn't you?"

I gave a half smile and shrugged.

"And of course, for some men, their love of pantyhose, whether in high heels or enhancing a bare foot, can help even a woman who isn't super beautiful use her hosiery to get what she wants."

Again, I stayed silent and nodded, it all making complete sense to me, considering my own weakness. I would do almost anything for a woman in a pair of nylons. I just feared that she was going to press me on it and expose that she wasn't safe around me. Well, at least not safe from my fantasies.

Then her smile broadened and she said, "Oh, Joey, you're blushing, I'm sorry, I'll stop teasing you. Sometimes I can't help myself, trying to tease and control men, but of course I shouldn't be doing that to my own nephew."

"No problem," I said, glad to be off the hook. The rest of the meal passed in more mundane chit-chat about my folks and little sister, who was jealous of me being out here by the beach for the summer and having a new baby to take care of on top of it.

I did the dishes while Aunt Karen responded to some messages on her phone... despite being on maternity leave, she was still keeping her finger remotely in a few work pies. Then we went and watched a little television, me cuddling Amanda against my chest in a corner of the sofa. Auntie had her feet which I slyly admired, at least I hoped slyly,

the curves of her calves and the well-shaped toes in nylon up in the recliner.

When Amanda began squirming and indicating she was ready to eat again, I brought her over to her mother who had her blouse unbuttoned and one drop-down cup opened, exposing the large nipple, already weeping milk in anticipation. There was no way I was going to be able to stay sly anymore, I could feel the drool building up in my mouth.

"Hey, if you're all set, I think I'm going to head for my room, maybe play a game and catch up with my buds from school."

"You bet, we're fine. Have fun and thanks again for such a delicious dinner."

Inside the guest room that was mine for the summer, I went into the ensuite and brushed my teeth and did my business. Tonight, I was determined to take my time, building fantasies about my aunt that would be filled with real memories of her pantyhose-clad legs, massive breasts, dripping nipples, and sensuous moans. Of course, after the intense teasing and tempting my auntie had inadvertently and unknowingly done, I had to stop stroking my thrumming cock every couple of minutes because I was so ready to come. Finally, I blew another big load into a washcloth, then drifted off to a sated sleep.

.....

The events of my first full day in my aunt's house became my basic routine as I settled in over the next week. I would get up and shower, rinsing out my cum rag, then dress and make breakfast. Depending on my aunt's activities for the day I would care for and play with Amanda for some hours throughout the day, do some grocery shopping, replace a light bulb or whatever, and hang out at the beach. During the day, any time Auntie was away for long enough, I would raid her laundry hamper for bras and panties and fantasize and stroke until I shot my load, being sure to paint the insides of both cups evenly. At night I made dinner, and during the making and eating thereof, Aunt Karen and I talked over the day, and she continued mentoring me on college and business, including more on the interactions between genders in both. After dinner I might watch TV with her or do some online gaming. And each night ended with another jerk-off session, sometimes while watching porn, other times just in my head, but always featuring a dirty-mouthed, plus-sized, incestuous slut who would come often and loudly while her nephew banged all of her holes and gorged himself on her breasts until he was drunk with her milk and firing off another heavy load.

Next day, rinse and repeat as they say, and by the fifth day I was having to buy another tub of moisturizer since I was using it for both my daytime and nighttime jerk sessions.

Now, the days were not entirely cookie-cutter, as each offered its own particular challenges and opportunities.

Of course, each one did call for me to try and live up to my promise to my aunt to control my ogling and drooling. This meant desperately trying to not stare at her huge tits, even while the idea that they were so filled with milk was driving me increasingly wild. Then there were the nylons, which, as promised, she wore every day for her own self-value. Yes, her reason was completely valid, but that didn't make them any less alluring to me. Especially when I noticed her changing them during the day for no apparent reason. I began to wonder if she was showing off her expansive collection of colours and textures... almost as if she was purposely trying to tempt me to stare if not actually touch. It was driving me to the brink.

Speaking of her nylon collection, I confirmed for myself that it was expansive by getting braver (or more foolish) in my alone-time behaviour. While I first stayed out of her dresser drawers to hide my snooping, I soon gave in to my curiosity. In her nightstand I found a couple of vibrators, some clearly meant for clitoral stimulation, others for penetration. Her dresser held a treasure trove of lingerie, including teddies, thongs and other wicked panties. For hosiery, there were pantyhose, thigh highs, and stockings meant to go with one of her garter belts.

I somehow managed to only look at those exotic items and limited my physical contact to the items I found in her hamper. Her dirty panties and bras provided me with fresh sources of her womanly scents and tastes, with her nursing bras continuing to provide the flavour at the heart of my greatest unfulfilled fantasy. Sometimes I blasted into the big cups, other times, when they were especially moist, I would hold the cup against my nose and mouth and finish in my trusty washcloth.

That, of course, was the behind-the-scenes nastiness. Out front I continued making breakfast and supper, mixing up the menu, but always something tasty and attractive. Aunt Karen actually asked me to restrain myself on the breakfasts, claiming I was going to put back on all the baby weight she'd managed to lose so far.

"Well, you don't want to take things too far," I said when she complained after being unable to resist the huevos rancheros I made for her one morning. "I mean, you are still eating for two with how voracious Amanda is."

"Well, some people seem to think I was pushing things even before the pregnancy, as far as being fat."

That made me wonder if her body was part of the problem between her and her husband. Had Uncle Jake's taste changed over time? I'd always thought he showed attraction to his large-framed wife.

"I only count fat people as those who stuff their faces with crap and are too lazy to keep their bodies healthy," I said. "You have a healthy appetite but there are no snacks in this kitchen that I've found. And I've seen you step up your workout visits to the gym since I arrived. I think you're looking great."

"Well thank you for noticing," she said, clearly feeling happier.

Her happiness, her overall mood, was another thing that changed from day to day and even sometimes during the day. I quickly figured out that she and Jake weren't calling every single day, but when they did, her mood usually took a dip into sadness or anger. I didn't tell my mother about my suppositions because I didn't really know what was going on and thought it would be better if she didn't try to meddle in her sister's relationship with her husband based on the sneaky observations of a kid.

These changes in mood would have a direct effect on our conversations over meals.

The day I told her she was looking great; she didn't have a call with Jake and that night's supper conversation added a lot to my fantasy toolbox.

I had made chicken parmesan, one of my best dishes and personal favourites, and Aunt Karen was again very complimentary.

"You are spoiling me with all this delicious food, nephew. What am I going to do when you're gone?"

"Well, I'm happy to leave you my recipe," I said. "After all, I stole the original from Mama Frangioni at Bella Italia and just made a few changes to make it my own."

"Maybe we can make it together again next week so I can pick up some of your techniques. If I promise to wear one of my shorter skirts and pantyhose, barefoot, would you be willing to give me a cooking lesson?" The corner of her mouth was up in a teasing smile, but damn me, she sounded serious.

I just gawked a moment, then said weakly, "Of course, I'll show you how I make it. No bribery needed."

"Not needed... but wanted?" she asked. "What colour would you want me to wear, Joey?'

"Colour?" I squeaked.

"You've seen I have lots of different colours of pantyhose," she said. "What's your favourite?" She shifted her chair over, then used her feet to push the empty chair at the side of the table out a bit, until she could put her feet up onto its seat, leaving her legs laid out horizontally. "This is my favourite colour right now. What do you think?"

Moving automatically, as at a hypnotist's suggestion, I shifted my chair to the left so I could see more of her legs. Her skirt had been pulled up close to the tops of her thighs and they lay there, thick, full, looking totally decadent in black-shaded hose with a definite sheen.

"Nice," I croaked.

"So, black? People say black makes you look thinner. But didn't you say this morning you thought I was thin enough? You don't think my legs look heavy, chunky?" She'd laid one foot on top of the other and was cupping the toes of the upper over the lower. My restraint crumbled even as my prick hardened.

"No, they look strong. Powerful. Juicy." Oh, shit, did I just say juicy?

"Oh, shit, did you just call my big thighs juicy?" Aunt Karen asked, pulling the words from my overwhelmed mind.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I groaned. "I didn't mean it."

"Oh, so you don't think my legs are juicy?" She scooted her chair further right, giving me an even better view. "You were lying when you said I didn't need to trim down?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "I mean, no, I wasn't lying, I think your legs are perfect the way they are."

"Perfect, but not juicy?"

I gave up, there was no way to win, so I just let the words out. "Very juicy. Although I'd wrap them in something closer to your natural tone, like beige or mocha. Don't change them, just make them more of what they already are. Natural and juicy."

Now it was my aunt's turn to be stunned into silence. She pulled her legs back and rearranged her chair in place, putting the table between us once again. Although, of course, that only went for her legs. Her huge bosom was still right there, and it seemed to be heaving with her suddenly deep breathing.

"Well, thank you for another delicious dinner," she finally said. Pushing back from the table she added, "I think I'll watch a little TV now." Then she stood and headed for the living room. She stopped at the kitchen doorway and over her shoulder said, "Beige or mocha, huh?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"Good to know," she said, then walked through the door, with what looked like an extra wiggle through her broad hips.

The next day when I was raiding her laundry hamper for my daily perversion, I also took her discarded pantyhose, slipped my arm all the way into one leg and used the silky sole to jerk myself to an even bigger orgasm than usual.

.....

When a call with Jake left her sour, however, things went a very different way.

The day after the pantyhose colour discussion started off good... a little bit of awkwardness in the air, but good. We didn't talk about it during breakfast, but I noticed she wore beige hose. The talk was fun, with just a touch of flirtiness.

Then there was the amazing hamper session with my hand in the foot of her nylons.

The rest of the day stayed in that groove, with good waves at the beach and Amanda being especially content and happy.

Then Karen went into her bedroom to do a video call with Jake.

I was just getting started on supper when she came into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of sparkling cider - her substitute for the wine she really wanted.

"How's Uncle Jake?" I asked.

"Oh, he's just fine. Having a grand old time playing soldier."

She was leaning back against the countertop by the fridge while I stood a few feet down from her, slicing carrots. "He's not doing anything really dangerous, is he?" I asked, glancing sideways at her tense profile.

"Probably not dangerous enough to suit him," she groused, putting her glass down and crossing her arms. She actually seemed to be hugging herself and the tight grip beneath her big tits squeezed those wonders up and together. I understood she was upset and I should think of something supportive to say, but I couldn't speak, mesmerized by the way her boobs jutted out from her chest.

"Are you staring at my baby feeders?" Aunt Karen asked, looking at me sharply.

"Jeez, I'm sorry," busted and apologizing yet again. But this time I spoke up in my own defense. "But you must understand it's hard not to notice them like that," I said, nodding at the two watermelon-sized tits sitting on the shelf of her arms.

She looked down at her chest, obviously just now realizing how she'd unintentionally put them on even more blatant display than usual. Her face flushed and she brought her arms down. Turning her face to me, I was expecting to hear an apology, but instead she blurted, "Are you fucking hard?"

I saw that her eyes had started off looking at the floor, but on their way up to my eyes they'd stopped at my crotch... I was wearing shorts that didn't really hide what was going on down there.

"I'm nineteen," I shrugged, going for humour to get me out of this. "I'm always hard."

"What's wrong with you?" she asked. "First, I'm your aunt. Second," she put a hand under each heavy breast and lifted them up, "these are filled with milk for your cousin."

"I know," I said, sheepish at the scolding, but only getting harder at the display.

"Well, try not to be a perv," she said.

"I'll try," I responded with a slight laugh. "Nineteen, remember?"

She turned her body to face me and took a step closer, but kept her hands under her tits, pointing them at me. Her face took on a smirk and her voice became playful. "So, you don't think your big, old auntie is a heifer? Does that lump in your pants mean you think I'm still hot?" I again found myself unable to decide if she was being serious or seriously bitchy.

"I've always thought you were pretty," I said.

"No, you've always thought I was hot," she corrected me. "Rember, Joey, I've seen you staring at my tits and nylons before now." For some reason, I was getting the feeling that remembering that was making her happier rather than angrier. Yet her words continued to scold. "But if this is going to work, you are going to have to be able to control yourself."

"Aunt Karen, I would never do anything inappropriate, you are my aunt," I said.

"Yeah, remember that," she said, lowering her tits and reaching for her glass of cider. I turned away a little to adjust my throbbing dick.

"Did you just adjust your penis?"

"I plead the fifth," I responded.

"Men," she sighed.

"I know, we're pigs," I said, still hoping to turn things around with jokes. Fortunately, Amanda came to my rescue, crying from her mother's room.

Aunt Karen took another look at my bulge, shook her head in disgust and turned to leave. "Nineteen," she muttered on her way out.

I wasn't sure what to expect when we sat down to supper an hour later, so I stayed quiet and served up as usual, waiting for Aunt Karen's lead. I was relieved when she didn't mention the earlier episode but instead returned to one of our recurring subjects, the important things they weren't teaching me in business class.

My relief was short-lived, however, when tonight's topic veered to gender relations at work.

"I bet you're getting plenty of talk about gender equality and sexual harassment and all that in your courses, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, it does come up a lot," I agreed.

"That's because they're hoping they can somehow talk human nature out of you, but they can't."

"Well, isn't it worth the effort if you at least make people more aware of how their behaviour affects others and can negatively impact a business?" I asked.

"What they need to teach all of you is the naked truth. If a woman is going to be successful, they have to act like a man," she said, which I found believable but unsure how someone with her beauty could act like a man. Although her scowl, her glare, could be as cold as ice.

"You have to be a woman with balls," she added.

"A trans?" I smirked.

"Don't be a dumb ass," she said, shaking her head, as I desperately tried to not look at the jiggling that caused in her cleavage, which was quite exposed in tonight's blouse.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I was kidding."

"A little locker room banter, eh?" she sneered. Then she continued her lecture.

"Of course, the woman has to be careful not to let the men around her know that her balls are bigger than theirs; she has to be able to put them on and take them off as needed to keep from bruising his ego. Because if she dares to become more successful than him, she's really no longer a woman, but an emasculating bitch."

I think she suddenly realized how close to home her rant had veered because her mouth snapped shut and I thought she was going to break out in tears. My earlier attempts at humour had mostly fallen flat, but it was all I could come up with now to try and defuse the tension.

"So, it's pretty tough out there for women, eh?" I said, completely deadpan.

She snorted. "Yeah, you could say that."

"And what do men coming out of business school need to do to succeed? Wear cock rings so their balls look bigger?"

She really snorted this time and a smile overcame the lurking tears.

"For a man to succeed, a young man just starting out like you," she said with a smirk, "you have to learn to control the male's basic weakness until you're in a position of authority. You can't go full-out fucking pervert until you're a CEO."

"Well, shit, there goes my whole business plan," I said.

She laughed and speared a piece of her pan-seared trout. "This is delicious, by the way, Joey." She popped the fish into her mouth and closed her eyes as she chewed. "Fucking delicious."

"Thanks. I really love your pans and your range; the heat control is spot on."

"Maybe I really do need to hang out here and watch you cook, I think I'm not getting as much out of all this fancy stuff as I should be, considering the cost."

"Just remember, beige or mocha, and a skirt on the edge of indecent," I leered, reminding her of my cost for cooking lessons... a cost she had set herself. Then I shot my eyebrows up and down in a Groucho Marx, hoping I hadn't pushed the humour too far.

"Ah, there it is, man's basic weakness," she smirked. "It never changes."

"Man's basic weakness?" I questioned, pulling my eyes up after realizing they'd drifted to her breasts when the conversation had turned racy.

"Like you're doing now," she smiled wryly. "Men can't resist a set of tits, a tight ass, a teasing touch, a sexy smile and, for some, legs in nylons. Now, we've already established that you can't keep your eyes off my boobs and my 'juicy' legs, but do you also stare at my big ass when you're behind me?"

My eyes dropped to my plate.

"Of course, you do," she smirked, "you're a man." "And only nineteen," she added, tossing my earlier line of defense back at me. "But seriously, Joey. I really need you to try and control yourself around here."

"And out there," she added with a nod toward the kitchen window, "you need to control yourself or women are going to wrap you around their little fingers and use you as their bitch boy."

"A lot easier said than done, I'm afraid," I replied, having been trying so hard and failing equally as hard since arriving here.

"I suppose it is," she mused. A moment later she said, "Thanks for supper," before standing, retrieving the sleeping Amanda from the playpen, and heading off for the living room.

I left her alone there, cleaned up, then headed straight to my room, thinking about balls. How everyone had to grow and use them, show or hide them, and protect your own while looking for chances to kick or cut off someone else's.

.....

The next morning Aunt Karen came to the breakfast table in her milk robe, something she hadn't done since my first morning, when she'd worn it to teach me a lesson about limits. I immediately suspected I was being tested again.

"Good morning," she mouthed at me as she gently lay the still-slumbering Amanda in the playpen. After taking her seat at the table, she said, "Her Highness didn't feel like waking up this morning, I hope you don't mind that we came to the table dressed more casually than usual."

"Not at all. Like I said from the start, it's your house and you should be as comfortable as you can. My job is to help with that." I had decided last night that I would leave with grace if that's what she wanted, but if she wanted to play games with me, like a cat with a mouse, I was going to fight back, at least a little, before taking myself out of the game.

She smiled at my response, then said, "Well, doesn't this look healthy?"

"Greek yogurt with pureed strawberries, fresh melon cubes, soft-boiled eggs and English muffins. You were right, we shouldn't eat like lumberjacks every day. But I think you'll find it still provides the energy needed to start the day."

"Well, it sounds perfect for today. I'll need my energy but will want to stay light on my feet as well," she said before pouring herself a cup of Earl Grey tea from the jacketed teapot on the table.

"Going to the gym?" I asked.

"No, I'm going to work," she replied

"Work?" She often spent an hour or two in her home office, 'keeping her finger on the pulse', as she said, but this was the first time she'd be going to her real office since I'd been there.

"Well, just to take one meeting," she said. "I fought hard to get the firm to establish really good maternity and paternity benefits and I need to use them as designed as an example to everyone else. But there's a company we've been courting for a while now and it's time to close the deal, and I am the closer."

"I wish I could watch you in action, that would probably be worth a semester's worth of classes."

"A whole year's worth," she assured with a grin and a lift of her eyebrow.

She was nearly finished eating when Amanda woke and started crying.

She sighed. "Could you bring her to me?"

"Sure," I nodded and picked up the sleepy, grouchy little angel.

I turned back to Auntie, expecting her to be standing and ready to carry her daughter off to her bedroom, but Karen had merely scooted her chair back a bit from the table. She sat there with her robe pulled aside, one breast out and ready. She held out her arms and smiled and I swore the smile was for me, and decidedly wicked. But her words said otherwise. Or did they?

"Come to Mama, my sweet," she cooed.

"H-h-here," I stammered as I bent to place the babe in her arms, the massive breast and huge nipple right before me.

"Thanks, Cousin Joey," she said as she took Amanda and threw me a wink, again decidedly wicked... at least to my addled brain.

I quickly grabbed her plate and mine and began cleaning up.

Thankfully, she didn't say anything to me as she nursed, and I did a great job ignoring her.

Finally, I had to return to finish cleaning the table and saw that Amanda was detaching herself, apparently having had her fill. Both breasts were visible now, glistening with saliva and milk, nipples swollen and still showing beads of breast nectar at their tips. The huge mammary glands looked to still have plenty of milk left to feed a growing boy. Growing in his pants.

I quickly gathered up the remaining service items and held them in front of my crotch before spinning away from the table as Aunt Karen moved the sated baby to her shoulder for burping.

I dragged things out as long as I could, relishing the wash of cold air from the refrigerator as I slowly put away butter and jam. I took long, slow breaths and visualized my heartbeat slowing... and thank God, it did.

"Can you take her, please?" asked my aunt.

I stepped over and took my cousin from her arms, holding the baby against my shoulder in case there was more gas that needed to come out. Aunt Karen rose slowly, regally, directly in front of me, robe still draped along the outsides of those incredible breasts... it was a fucking Hentai wet dream come to life.

"I have to go get ready for my meeting," she said as she theatrically maneuvered her boobs under the cover of the stained robe.

"Yeah, sure, of course. I've got her, we're good," I babbled, somehow dragging my eyes up from her chest, only to find she'd been watching my eyes the whole time. I could feel the blush rise in my cheeks.

She just gave a small smile and left the kitchen.

"Oh, my God," I groaned softly. Then I held Amanda out a little bit from me and smiled at her bright eyes. "I think I made it through that one, kid. But your mom... oh boy, your mom."

But it turned out that Amanda's mom wasn't quite done with my morning test.

I walked around with the little girl a little longer until I coaxed one more good belch out of her, then played with her for twenty minutes or so on the living room carpet, encouraging her to lift her head and roll over, her newest skill.

Taking her back to the kitchen, I set her up in her battery-powered swing while I washed the kitchen table and took out the trash. I was at the island, working on my grocery list for the next few days when my aunt returned.

She wore a black skirt, and her nylons were also shaded black, though shinier than usual. Her fully-packed red blouse also had the shine of pure silk. Her heels were probably only three inches, but the open-toed, ankle-strapped design still made them look like fuck-me pumps to my young eye. Test on, I thought.

"What do you think of this outfit?" she asked.

It was like she gave me crap for being a perv and then asked questions where I was supposed to pay attention to her assets. I replied conservatively, "It looks nice."

"Nice? Is that really the first word that came to mind? I was hoping for a little bit more than nice."

I decided it was time to push back. "Sorry, I'm trying to remember what you said about controlling my inner perv. What do you want me to say? You look hot in that outfit?" I asked.

"Yes, that is exactly what I want you to say," she said. "If it's what you really think."

"Karen, I don't know if this is a test or a trap, but you got pissed at me the last time I... admired you," I pointed out. "Yet here you are, encouraging me to call you hot."

Her face told me she had registered me calling her just Karen, like an adult. "Well, for the record, I was asking about the outfit, not me. It is possible to complement the one without... admiring the other," she said.

"Not with the word hot, you can't," I argued.

"Hm, okay, fair point. So, what do you think of the outfit and me in it? No test, no trap, just truth."

"Truth? Hot and hot."

She smiled, then quickly stepped around the corner of the kitchen island and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Joey."

Then her hand was in my crotch, squeezing the cock that had sprung to life upon seeing her in an outfit I thought more appropriate for a dance club than a boardroom.

The side of her face remained against mine as she spoke softly in my ear. "Now I know you were really telling the truth." She kissed my cheek again and gave my package another squeeze. "Nice dick, nephew."

She then walked away, out of the kitchen and out of the house.

Jesus Christ.

What just happened?

I saw that Amanda had fallen asleep in her swing, so I gently scooped her up and rushed to her mother's room. After laying her down in her crib, I had no patience for hamper-diving and just ripped off my clothes and lay naked on my aunt's big bed. I grabbed my throbbing dick, remembering the brief, but firm grip of her hand on it, and began stroking, imagining her jerking me off on those big, milk-filled tits.

I didn't last two minutes before firing my load all over my chest and belly the way I so desperately wanted to do to my cock-teasing aunt.

.....

I showered and dressed, then tried to do some school reading, though that was pretty useless since my mind was so absorbed with Aunt Karen.

When Amanda woke up, I fed her from a bottle of her mother's milk, still restraining myself from drinking it. It was as if that was a line I couldn't cross, despite all of the other twisted things I was doing with Auntie's dirty underthings.

I took my little cousin with me to the supermarket, setting her up in the cart in a special basket my aunt had bought. It allowed Amanda to sit up a bit so she could see around while supporting her still weak neck. Having her with me brought me all kinds of attention from ladies shopping, including more than a few who seemed to be giving me an appraising eye. Aunt Karen had joked once about finding me a girlfriend and I began to wonder if maybe that was just what I needed. Maybe not an actual girlfriend, considering I only had five weeks left here, but maybe one of these MILFs would like a little distraction from their day-to-day life. And relieving my constant horniness with something other than my hand might break this growing incestuous spell I was under regarding my mother's sister.

Back at home, I did a load of laundry, changed a diaper, fixed a leaky faucet, and then pulled out my guitar to play for Amanda. I'd quickly discovered she was fascinated in watching and listening and now played for her regularly. I was in the midst of playing a couple songs I liked when Aunt Karen returned.

She smiled over at us, left her shoes and her purse in the entry hall, walked into the living room and curled up in a corner of the big sofa.

When I finished the current song, she asked, "What's that you were playing?"

"It's a new song called 'People Watching' by Sam Fender," I said.

"Has a Springsteen feel to it," she said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too," I said, trying not to get lost again in the amazing image of her curled up with all her attractions.

Her black skirt had hiked up a bit, but still hugged the curves of her big hips, while showing me so much more of her thigh that I realized that what I had assumed this morning were pantyhose, were actually stockings. The flash of pale, naked skin above the lacy black stocking top made my dick flinch in my pants. Thank God for the guitar.

Especially when I wondered if she was wearing matching panties... or no panties. Was I about to get flashed like in that classic erotic scene with Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct?

And then, of course, there were those 34H wonders. The shiny red silk caressed her curves and created light and shadows that made her chest look high-def. Even if you weren't a tit guy, you couldn't resist their pull. And if you knew, like I did, that they were full of sweet, warm milk, ready to come spraying out of those big nipples at the slightest touch?

Oh, hell, did the guitar just rise two inches from my lap?

"It's a pretty catchy tune," she said.

"Yeah, I love it," I said.

"Well, I usually only play eighties music for Amanda since musical ability apparently died the moment the eighties ended," she said.

I liked the eighties too. My dad had been in a band when he was my age and still kept his hand in the game now by playing in an eighties cover band. I even played guitar with them when I was around. "Yeah, that music was great."

"Agreed."

"What songs do you play for Amanda?" I asked, enjoying the conversation.

"Well, Boston's 'Amanda', of course," Aunt Karen smiled, as she walked over to baby Amanda, picked her up and sang the chorus to the classic Boston ballad. I joined in and for a good minute we, in rather good harmony, sang to the happily burbling baby.

"You have a good voice," she said.

"Thanks, you too."

"Yeah, I was once an arts nerd and in every high school musical," she revealed.

"Really?"

"What? That surprises you?"

"Yeah, a little," I said.

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, just never thought of you that way," I said.

"Believe it or not your mother was the popular cheerleader and I was the fat nerd," she said.

"You are not fat," I stressed.

"I know that now," she said, "but it took a long time to learn it." She gave me a look and quietly added, "Thanks for helping me remember." I gave a tiny nod. "Anyway, I've embraced my body type and even found ways to use it to my advantage, but when I was younger, I was very insecure."

"Only knowing you now, I find that hard to believe," I said.

She put Amanda back in her chair and turned to face me, hands on hips. "When I was younger, I could never wear an outfit like this, but now I use them to help me get what I want."

"That I can believe," I laughed.

"About this morning," she started, then paused. "I apologize. I shouldn't have said or done those things to you. It was like that old insecurity had crept back in and I was both taking it out on you and using you to overcome it so I could feel confident again before my meeting."

While I certainly wasn't going to complain about her squeezing my dick, the rest of the encounter had been pretty awkward, and I was happy to find that it was hopefully going to be left in the past. "I'll let it go if you forget some of my teenage-hormone blunders," I said.

"Deal," she said with a smile that showed she was more than just hot, she was beautiful.

.....

At our vegetable lasagna supper that night, a, Aunt Karen wore a fairly demure summer dress of green, with tan pantyhose. She also wore a look on her face that told me her earlier phone call with Uncle Jake hadn't gone much better than the others.

I decided to act as if I didn't know about the call and not ask anything about Jake. Instead, I asked about her business meeting from this morning. She'd certainly seemed pleased when she'd returned from that, although we'd never got around to talking about it, what with the singing and then mutual apologizing for behaviour neither one of us ever wanted my mother, her sister, to learn about.

"So, how did your meeting go, did you close the deal, Ms. Closer?"

"It went exactly as I expected, as I planned, so of course I closed the deal," she grinned.

"Well, give me details, how did you bend them to your will, how much money are you going to make from buying low or selling high or whatever you did?"

Her face went thoughtful, and she took a bite of lasagna and chewed slowly.

"You know, it just struck me that you probably think I'm some kind of a bimbo," she said after swallowing.

"What? No, why would I think that?"

"Because you saw me go off to a business meeting in a very unprofessional outfit and I told you I use my body to get what I want. Isn't that what a bimbo, or a whore, does?"

"Hey, Aunt Karen, sure, I said I think you're hot, but I've never thought of you that way. I mean, you're too smart, too focused, too successful in business to just be riding on your looks."

She smiled. "Good, I'm glad you see it. Maybe there's hope for you after all, you little pervert."

Oh, man, if she only knew how truly perverted I was, she wouldn't be laughing about it.

"When I said a woman has to act like a man to get ahead, that's not entirely accurate. Sometimes she needs to think like a man but act very much like a woman."

I just kept my eyes on hers, letting her know she had my real attention.

"I've never fucked my way into a deal," she said bluntly. Then she grinned. "At least not physically, but I can't deny having mind-fucked some guys. What I have done is use my body and certain outfits like you saw this morning, to get my foot in the door, to get some sexist pig to have a meeting with me and allow me to pitch my ideas."

"The smart ones actually listened to what I had to say and ended up making a lot of money from some of those ideas. The ones who couldn't stop thinking only with their little head, I left to fade away to failure or even helped them get there if they pushed me too hard."

Okay, I'd heard Mom and Dad discussing Aunt Karen's business success, of which they were proud, but there had been mention of her being a merciless bitch if someone played dirty or disrespected her.

"And the guy this morning?" I asked, reaching for a piece of homemade garlic bread.

"A whiz kid entrepreneur with a tech-related idea that I think could be the next big thing. He, meanwhile, thought he could be the next big thing with me and kept screwing around in our talks, trying to 'establish a connection before getting into bed together... business-wise, ha ha'."

"He really said that?"

"He really did," she laughed. "He would have messed about so long that his idea would have been overtaken before ever getting established. So, I finally brought out the big guns," here she sat back and thrust her chest forward to make her point, "and promised him the private meeting he'd been pressing for if he agreed to let me start with a five-minute pitch. 'So I can justify it to my board,' I told him."

"And?" I pressed. She'd said she'd never fucked her way to a deal, but would she unveil those dream knockers and let a guy fondle and suckle them to get him to sign a contract? I knew I'd probably sign anything she put in front of me for the chance to fulfill my fantasy of nursing from her big guns.

"And in those five minutes I showed him the research we'd compiled that showed how competitors were closer on his heels than he realized and closing off the platforms where he thought his products and services would reach customers. Then I showed him the steps I'd taken to secure some of that real estate, but that I'd gladly partner up with the company with the lesser product if he couldn't act like the next Bill Gates instead of the eternal teenagers who were writing code for him."

"Wow," I said... truly impressed. "And obviously he was one of the ones who listened."

"Lucky for him. Lucky for me too," she laughed, "we're going to make a lot of money off of this one. Some men just need a strong woman to lead them where they need to go. Even if they're too stubborn and prideful to admit it."

She said the last part with a more sour tone and I knew she was talking about Uncle Jake again.

"Well, congratulations," I said and raised my water glass. "Here's to my aunt, the closer, she's still got it."

She smiled at that and we clinked glasses. The rest of the meal we talked about eighties music and whether my dad was cool or lame for still playing in a weekend cover band.

After cleaning up, I went to join Aunt Karen in the living room. She was stretched out on the sofa with her upper back propped against an arm. Amanda lay sleeping in a bassinette on the floor beside her. She was facing the TV where a young adult rom-com from the previous century played. But the sound was almost too low to hear and I didn't think it was because of the sleeping baby, I thought she just didn't care as she had bigger things on her mind.

"Okay if I sit here?" I asked as I stepped to the other end of the sofa.

"Sure."

I sat down, making sure not to touch her extended feet.

"Hey, Aunt Karen?"

"Yeah?"

"I suppose it's not really my business, but we're family and I'm going to be here another month. I know you're missing Uncle Jake and maybe also feeling upset with him? I obviously can't bring him home for you, but if there's anything else I can do to help you deal with it, I really hope you'll let me."

"Thanks, Joey."

"I mean, I'm no fount of wisdom, hell, I don't even have enough life experience to advise anyone over fourteen, but if you just want to talk out loud instead of only in your head, I'm willing to listen."

"Oh, and I promise not a word to Mom... no matter how much she nags me."

She laughed at that. "I figured you'd been told to report back on me."

"She's just worried about you being alone with a new baby. Postpartum is a real thing, and she wants to help if you need it."

"Hmm, I wonder if postpartum depression can explain me flashing you and grabbing you. Will you be reporting those things back to my sister?"

I started coughing, while she started laughing. She only stopped when Amanda began to whimper.

"No, no," I sputtered, "that's going to the grave with me."

"Good to know," she said. "Listen, I really am sorry about that, I'm afraid I lost my mind for a minute. It won't happen again."

Well, that wasn't what I wanted to hear, I thought. What I said was, "Like I said before, no problem. If you need to let off steam, I'm here."

"In fact, let me do something to help you relax right now," I added. "My foot rubs are famous."

"Famous with who?"

"Your sister. From about age seven to eleven I had to rub her feet after her tennis matches."

"And what happened at age eleven?"

"Dad caught her having an affair with the club pro and made her quit playing."

"What the fuck?!" Karen sputtered.

Now it was my turn to laugh. "No, I got into soccer and just wasn't available. Dad had to take over." In a whisper I added, "Don't say anything to him, but she says I was better."

She lifted her feet up into the air and said, "Let's see if you still have the touch." I slid over and she lowered them into my lap.

Of course, I'd never rubbed my mother's feet in nylons, so I wasn't prepared for the thrill that ran through my fingers at the first sensuous touch. My aunt's hose were stunningly soft, substantially softer than the pair my last girlfriend, Janie, reluctantly agreed to wear on a couple of occasions. And I'd only stroked her legs, not given her a deep, probing foot rub.

And for the next twenty minutes, that's what I did to Aunt Karen. She was a bit stiff at first, but minute by minute her feet began to melt in my hands, and I really could see the relaxation affect her entire body. Eventually, the only motion she made was to wiggle each foot from time to time when she wanted me to switch.

My body, on the other hand, was going the opposite direction, with my cock aching to be free so it could feel the wonder of her nylon-covered skin directly against its swelling heat. I tried to keep her balanced on my thighs, but her heels took turns resting on my dick and as I became completely obsessed and focused on massaging my aunt's nylon-clad feet, I stopped trying to keep my erection from making contact with them and giving away my continuing perversion.

Then her feet were twisting, bringing her sole into contact with the throbbing lump in my pants. Rubbing it in small circles.

"Aunt Karen," I moaned. "Karen? "Please, I'm going tooooo--" I began but didn't even get the sentence out before I spewed my load in my underwear.

As I sat there trembling, Aunt Karen slowly pulled back her feet, rotated on her butt and put them down on the floor. She reached down for the handle to the bassinette, then stood up with it. Without looking at me she said, "Good night, Joey." Then she walked off to her room.

When I heard the click of her door closing, I stood and shuffled my way to my own room, feeling the squish of my jizzed briefs with every step, feeling both humiliated and exhilarated in a way I would never have believed possible.

I grabbed a dry bath towel from my ensuite and laid it out on the bed after pulling the bedspread back. After stripping down to my briefs, I laid down and then peeled off my Calvin Kleins. Wiping the inside of the crotch against my palm, I collected as much of the sinful emission as I could. I combined it with the jizz already in my pubes and on my cock and began massaging it like I had my aunt's feet. I quickly became hard enough to really stroke, and in another ten or fifteen minutes I was adding a second load to the mess in my crotch.

.....

I got up an hour early the next morning and after showering, shaving (though I didn't really need it much yet), brushing my teeth, and getting dressed, I began packing my other clothes. After last night I figured I'd be on my way home pretty soon.

In the kitchen I went with a relatively new recipe for me, but one that I hoped Aunt Karen would like for the last breakfast from her disgraced chef, eggs pipérade from the Basque region of France. She came in just as I was cracking eggs on top of the simmering tomato stew with its strips of red and yellow bell peppers and onion. She brought Amanda over for a good morning kiss and looking over my shoulder, immediately oohed over the colorful concoction. Taking a deep sniff, she said, "Mmm, that smells good. And it has a little kick to it too, doesn't it? What is that?"

"This is eggs pipérade, and that spice you're smelling is piment d'espelette. Not as hot as cayenne, but a bit spicier than paprika."

"I can hardly wait," she said, almost seductively it seemed to me as she stood close enough behind me for me to feel her warm breath on my cheek. This was certainly not the frosty encounter I'd been expecting. Then she was stepping away to get Amanda situated.

I snuck a sideways look at her and was once again rewarded with a mind-blowing, dick-expanding sight. She clearly meant to go to a Mommy-and-Me yoga class this morning because she wore a pair of skin-tight yoga pants. When she bent over to place her daughter into her swinging chair, I thought I might bust a nut right then. You know how some women can wear those things; proudly showing how much they're packing but leaving you without a doubt that every ounce counts. Fuck me!

I immediately twisted back to face the stove, and just in the nick of time, I'd almost let the eggs cook too long. I slid the large pan over to a cool burner and took stock of both the dish and my dick. Both were ready to eat, but I couldn't let Auntie know that. Hell, I wanted to leave here with at least a little class after last night's embarrassment.

"Coffee?" I heard from over my shoulder, surprised by the friendliness in the voice.

"Yes, please." Then I picked up the pan and held it at waist level to block my crotch tent (I was getting pretty good at that particular maneuver), stepped over to the breakfast table and laid it down on a large trivet while sitting at the same time to get my traitorous penis below table level.

"Don't suppose I have to warn you that the pan's hot," I said.

"No," she chuckled as she stirred sugar and cream into her coffee.

"Bon appetit," I said as I dished up a portion into the large, shallow bowl in front of her.

"Not buen provecho?" she asked. "I thought this might be Mexican or Spanish."

"No, but close. It's French but from the northern Basque region along the Spanish border."

"I really do appreciate the effort you put into making breakfast and supper," she said. "And you keep surprising me with beautiful, delicious dishes I've never had before."

"I've really liked doing it," I said. "It's been a lot of fun and I don't get to practice much at school, I'm going to miss it."

"Well, I look forward to having you practice on me for five more weeks," she said with a big smile before digging in."

She'd certainly seen my jaw drop and eyes go wide when looking at her before, but apparently realized it was a different kind of surprise on my face right then, because she quickly chewed and swallowed, then set her fork down.

"Joey? Is something wrong?"

"Um, I kind of expected this would be the last meal I made for you. After last night."

"Oh, yeah, I see." She looked suddenly so sad; I was really getting confused. "You're probably right. If you think it's for the best to leave, well then..."

"Wait," I said. "I was expecting you to be kicking my ass to the curb this morning after what I did. Are you saying I can still stay?"

"After what you did? All you did was give me a fantastic foot rub, while I... while I gave you a very wrong one. I was kind of hoping we might just forget about it."

Forget about it? Not bloody likely, I thought. Ever. But again, I spoke sanely.

"Yeah, but I was the one who got... hard... again."

"You do seem to do that a lot," she said softly.

"Around you, I'm afraid I can't help myself," I admitted.

"Why is that?"

"Oh, jeez," I moaned.

"Joey. Last night you said you wanted to be there to listen when I needed it, that I should be open and feel free to let off steam, even when it crossed lines that shouldn't be crossed. Especially with family members," she added in a sadder tone.

"Well, if I'm going to take you up on that offer it has to go both ways. And the talk has to be able to be open and honest if it's really going to mean anything. So, tell me. Please."

"It doesn't sound nice," I pleaded.

Suddenly I felt something in my crotch and looked down in shock. She'd been wearing a pair of canvas Tom's with her yoga outfit but now her foot was bare, and it was pressing against the bulge which had reduced some when we started eating but hadn't gone all the way down. Of course, I don't think it had gone all the way down since the moment Auntie opened the door when I arrived.

"Joey, how about I confess something first?"

I nodded dumbly, still staring down at the bare foot, watching the pretty, painted toes flexing as if trying to define the outline of my cock.

"I've been very lonely here for a lot longer than you know. And what happened last night? I liked it, it made me feel good about myself like I haven't in a long time."

Now I raised my eyes to look at her, eager to hear more.

But just then the lullaby music that played while Amanda's swing was swinging stopped, the chair was on a timer. The baby had fallen asleep and her head was lolling a bit.

"Oh. Would you please put her in the playpen?" my aunt asked.

I looked at her with what I knew were blushing cheeks; I was in no condition to stand up from the table.

"I want to see it," she said, back to her usual direct manner. "I liked feeling it grow under my foot and now I want to see it."

I stood up and faced her directly for a moment. I was wearing lightweight cargo pants for the anticipated long drive, and they didn't do much to restrain the mound she had raised. "Nice," she sighed.

Amanda whimpered in her snooze and I went to the chair and took her out. I held her in my arms but held them much higher than usual so that Karen had a clear view of my crotch as I transferred the baby to the playpen.

Standing up after laying her down, I stood there, uncertain what I should do next.

"Oh, crap," my aunt suddenly said. "I promised someone especially that Amanda and I would be in class today and now time's running out. I hate to be a cock tease, but is it okay if we eat this delicious breakfast you've made and pick up this conversation later?"

Then she got a smirk on her face and said, "You can adjust if you need to."

I did and made a little production of rearranging my package to both relieve my discomfort and make the size and outline of my cock clearer to Auntie's steady gaze. "Mmm," she purred.

Then she was laughing and shoveling in a big forkful of the eggs pipérade. "The bite of spice is just right," she said after swallowing. "You really have the touch."

"I was actually thinking of being a chef originally."

"Originally?" she asked, as she took another bite.

"Yeah, but I've seen how tough the business can be and I'm not sure there is money in it," I said, taking a bite myself, glad to find it was still warm enough, though just.

"Is being a chef your dream and what you really want to do?"

"Yeah, it was," I answered.

"Was?" she questioned. "You're nineteen. It's way too early to give up on dreams."

"Dad said it was a nice hobby, like his being in a band, but I needed a real career," I explained. "So, I enrolled in business classes. Although, I did take Home Economics as an elective in my last two years of high school. I think it made Dad question my sexuality," I added with a laugh, "but I just wanted to cook."

"Well, first, fuck your dad. Second, there is huge money in the restaurant world and a desperate need for great chefs," she said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really. And you need to learn to never let anyone tell you what you can and can't do," she said.

"You tell me what to do all the time," I pointed out.

"Besides me, of course," she said with a regal toss of her head. "But I'm serious, if you want to be a chef, go to school to be a chef."

"I don't think it's that easy," I said.

"Nothing is going to be handed to you," she said, "If you want something, go for it."

"Yeah, I guess," I nodded, her logic making sense. I really didn't want to be in business, I really wanted to be a chef.

"In fact, I know some people who could probably help you get started," she said.

"You do?"

"I have connections everywhere," she said.

"Well, I'd love your help," I said. "And even more so in talking with my parents."

"I can do that," she said. "First, let's see if I can get you into Le Cordon Bleu."

"Le Cordon Bleu?" I coughed on my food. Le Cordon Bleu was the top-ranked culinary school in the world.

"Like I said, I know people."

"I'd be eternally grateful," I said.

"Oh, you will owe me," she said, her tone ever so slightly foreboding.

We'd been eating all along, talking with food in our mouths much more than we ever did... I'm sure my grandmother would not be impressed. Then Aunt Karen was pushing away from the table and moving to get Amanda from the playpen.

"I really have to run now," she said. "If that can be saved and warmed up for lunch, I'd love to have some more later."

"Sure, I'll just fry up some fresh eggs and I'm sure it will make good leftovers."

She came over with the baby in one arm and just like the morning before, gave me a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze of my crotch. "Very nice, Nephew." Then she was gone.

Clearing up was going to have to wait because my cock couldn't.

I peeked through the front window until I saw Auntie's car driving away, then I hustled to her room and opened her hamper. There at the top was a lacy bra in lavender. I'd caught a flash of it inside the blouse she wore to supper last night. This was the bra she wore while masturbating me to come in my pants... with her stockinged feet.

I shoved my pants and underwear down to my ankles and buried my face in a big cup, breathing in the intoxicating scents of my aunt's perfume, soap, and skin, with just a hint of breast milk. It felt like I might come even without stroking, but of course I did stroke and soon the 34H cup was moving from my face to my crotch as I blasted off a massive load. My knees were so trembly that I was leaning against the closet wall and couldn't manage to change cups and spread my jizz evenly in my usual OCD method.

Trusting that my deposit, which had felt so large and yet looked so small in the cavern of the brassiere cup, would go unnoticed, I replaced the lavender undergarment and headed back to the kitchen.

.....

I drained off the liquid from the leftover dish so the remaining vegetables wouldn't get too soggy before lunch. I would warm and recombine the elements and then add fresh-fried eggs on top. Or perhaps I'd scramble the eggs this time and serve them alongside.

After completing the regular post-meal clean-up, I went to my room and began unpacking, putting clothes back into drawers and reconnecting my PS5 gear. All the while my mind was awhirl with all that was happening. There was the very fact that I was able to unpack, that I wasn't being booted out for all my perving over my aunt. Then the embarrassing thrill of coming in my own pants under the manipulations of Karen's feet, augmented by her mind-blowing confession that she had done it on purpose. Followed this morning by the interrupted foot play under the table, which created the idea that she might do it again. All of these and more filled my hormone-addled brain until I heard the front door opening, signalling Auntie's return.

I went to the living room to greet them.

"So, how was class?" I asked, my heart leaping both at the sight of Aunt Karen in her tight yoga outfit and at little Amanda holding her arms out to me with a big smile. I took her from her mother's arms and gave her a noisy raspberry kiss on her cheek, which she rewarded with that wonderful infant's laughter.

"Very good," said Aunt Karen. "She had a great time rolling around with her new playmates, and I got in some very needed stretching and talked with my own girlfriends. In fact, one of them commented on how much happier I seemed today than I have recently. I wonder why that is?" she said teasingly before pecking my cheek and spinning away.

"Do you have her? I want to take a shower."

"Of course. I'll have her tell me all about the downward dogs and sun salutations she did in yoga class today. Maybe even show me?" I said to Amanda. She burbled. I took it for a yes.

While her mother showered, I rolled around on the floor with my little cousin. She especially loved when I lay on my back and pressed her above me up into the air.

"Joey," I heard from down the hall. "Please come to my bedroom."

"Well, what do you think she wants me down there for?" I asked Amanda as I got to my feet and began carrying her back to the bedrooms. "Something that you shouldn't see, I hope," I whispered conspiratorially. She gurgled.

I walked into Karen's bedroom and before I could even say anything she ordered, "Put her in her crib. Then come here."

She was standing at the door to her walk-in and my images of another round of mutual foot massages quickly faded as I took in the look on her face and finally registered her tone of voice.

I got Amanda settled in, seeing that she was pretty pooped from her outing and would soon fall asleep now that she was back in the comfort of her bed. Then I got ready to pay the price for my carelessness with this morning's bra fucking.

She stood there sternly, in her impressive, intimidating Valkyrie persona in a full-length, heavy terrycloth robe that mostly hid her voluptuousness. Although, I could see that her feet were already encased in pantyhose. I envisioned her half-dressed, wearing panties and pantyhose and bra, when she came across the cum-stained evidence in her laundry hamper.

"Can you explain this?" she asked, tossing me the lavender bra I had soiled only some 90 minutes before.

"It's a bra," I said stupidly, trying to act not guilty even though it was obvious she knew what I'd done.

"Don't be a shit," she said. "Can you explain what is inside my bra?"

"Um, well, I...." I began, my cheeks going red at being caught doing what I did.

"You came in my bra," she accused.

"Yes," I admitted sheepishly.

"Why?"

"Truth?" I asked.

"No, lie to me," she said sarcastically. "Yes, the fucking truth."

"Well, after you left this morning, I was so worked up that I wasn't thinking straight and I just had to do something."

She paused and her face seemed to soften a bit as she considered my answer. "And you're nineteen and horny."

"Always," I admitted. "But Aunt Karen? If we're still speaking openly like you said at breakfast, nineteen or ninety, I still had to do something after, well, you know." I looked down at her nylon-clad feet.

"Yeah, I do know," she sighed. "But in my bra?"

"More truth?" I asked.

"Oh, God, what monster have I unleashed? Yes. More truth."

"It's where I fire off my first load of the day every morning."

That stunned her and she tottered over and sat hard on the edge of her bed.

"Every morning?"

"Well, I might have missed twice when you were home all morning, but yeah."

She looked at the lavender bra in my hands. "I haven't noticed anything."

"Um, that's probably because this is the first time I've done it in one of your lace bras."

Her head tilted to the side and her brow furrowed. I carried on with my own damnation.

"I usually do it in your nursing bras."

"Because it blends in with the milk stains," she said blankly, more statement than question.

"Yes, and..." Fuck it, go big or go home, right? "And the smell and taste of the milk makes it more exciting."

"Because you love your aunt's huge, milk-filled tits and her strong, sexy legs in nylons," she said bluntly, clearly remembering my week's worth of ogling and drooling.

"Yes. Like I said, nineteen or ninety, you are so gorgeous, of course you drive me wild."

"You like big girls, eh?" she said with a self-mocking tone that I didn't like much.

"I like 'em voluptuous, yes," I replied. "Full bodied, Rubenesque, whatever... I like real women with so much to give a man. Especially if they're as beautiful and smart and openly sexy as you."

"I see," she said, her voice mellower. "So, you think I'm voluptuous and beautiful... and openly sexy?" The last part seemingly a real question.

"Look how you dressed for your business meeting and what you told me about taking advantage of your amazing body type. You are sex on two legs, Aunt Karen," I said, taking a gamble that boldness was the right play, right now.

"I am, aren't I?" she said with a straightening of her back. "Thank you again for reminding me of things I'd begun forgetting about myself."

"But while I understand the feeling of nylons and how that led to last night, you're not jacking off into my bras every morning just because they're huge and you're imagining these big tits in them." Here she spread her heavy robe open at the top enough to show that wondrous cleavage... I'd been wrong about her having put on a bra yet. "You're doing it because I've leaked breast milk into them. Tell me more about that, you little pervert."

I paused, wondering how much is too much. This was turning into a living wet dream, and I didn't want either of us to wake up from it. But she had asked the question and showed me her cleavage; she seemed as invested in this conversation as I was. She'd hinted a few times about being sexually frustrated for a long time and seemed to be getting turned on by the attention I was giving her.

"Tell me, dirty boy," she repeated and cupped her breasts through the terrycloth.

Fuck it, I was going all in. "While I love your legs and feet, especially in all the sexy hosiery you wear, my strongest fantasies are of sucking on your big, milk-filled breasts. Of fucking those big tits and creaming all over them. Of fucking you and watching your leaking breasts bounce all over the place."

I swore I could see the quickening pulse in her neck, I certainly heard the sharp intake of breath.

"And the fact that I'm your aunt, that doesn't stop you from thinking such dirty things? The idea of involving your mother's sister in nasty incest doesn't bother you?"

"I've been struggling with that," I admitted. "And I think that if you weren't my aunt, I would have tried to do something with you by now, so, in that case, the idea of incest has held me back. But in my fantasies? Doing it with my aunt just makes everything more exciting.

"But hey, fantasy isn't reality, right?" I argued. "And I'm certainly not the only one. I mean, online there is a plethora of incest sex stories and faux incest porn videos. I think it's a big fantasy for many people."

"Many guys," she corrected.

"No, I think many women have inappropriate fantasies about family members too," I said, as I glanced down at my crotch. Just like earlier today at the breakfast table, there was an unmistakable bulge. And just like this morning, my aunt's eyes were locked on it.

"Are you saying you think I have incest fantasies?" she asked tersely. "Maybe I'm just intrigued by what you've got in there, nephew or not."

"Well, you did call it nice, no, wait, very nice. And not once, but twice," I pointed out while watching her eyes trying to see through my thin pants.

She looked up and laughed. "Of course, you remember that, Dr. Seuss."

"Who wouldn't?" I asked.

"Using words of flattery about a man's manhood always gets me what I want," she explained.

"And what exactly did you want when you rubbed my dick?" I asked.

"I don't know," she hesitated, as her eyes returned south. "It seems I am having my own issues with self-control. It was like my feet had minds of their own last night when they began rubbing you."

I stayed silent, but made my cock pulse, hoping to keep her mesmerized and talking.

"After you... finished, I had to get back to my room and finish too."

"Tell me about it," I urged.

"It was the best orgasm I've had in months, and I didn't even use a toy, just my fingers and my memory of your hard cock under my feet and the look on your face when I made you explode in your pants."

Then she seemed to get a grip on herself, shook her head and brought her intense stare up to my eyes. "No, let's get back to the real subject here," she said, shifting the conversation off of her and back onto me. "Your obsession with me."

"Well, as I already stated, you are beautiful and fulfill pretty much every one of my fantasies," I said, my confidence growing as even though she was briefly angry, she had calmed down, but I wasn't out of the woods. But I still felt that bullying my way through these woods was my best chance and brazenly added, "You're so hot that I've had to relieve myself every night after spending the day with you."

Her gaze softened. "Well, I probably have teased you a little more than I should," she admitted, "but it turns out, having you drool over me was just what I needed after being alone so long. Last night: it was so thrilling to see, and feel, how excited you were."

I pointed out, "In all fairness, Aunt Karen, you make it hard not to get excited."

"So, this is my fault?" she questioned, but with a slightly coy tone.

"I'm not blaming you," I clarified. "I'm answering your question." Standing up in front of her seated form, I could see that her robe had drifted further open and even looking down into her eyes gave me a direct view of her expanding cleavage. "I mean, right now I can see your voluptuous valley of flesh."

"My voluptuous valley of flesh," she laughed, "that's a new one."

"I'm just saying," I shrugged. "Plus, I'm pretty sure you enjoy the attention."

"You are, are you?" she asked, her tone unreadable. Then she looked down and realized just how much upper boob she was showing. She did nothing to cover up. "So, what exactly do you like about my tits?"

"I thought you told me this was wrong?" I asked.

"As you pointed out, it's just fantasy. So, tell me, what do you like about them?"

"Where do I start?" I asked.

"Just tell me," she said, as she leaned back on her hands, thrusting her chest out even more.

"Well, first, I hate to state the obvious, but they are huge," I said.

"You can do better than that," she said, raising one leg and pressing the sole of her nylon-clad foot against the lump in my pants. I stepped into it.

"I have fantasized about your voluptuous tits forever. Cupping them, sucking on them, fucking them."

"Go on," she said, curling her toes.

"I mean, they scream, 'look at us,' 'hold us,' 'suck us,' 'fuck us!'."

"Funny, I've never heard them say a word," she smirked.

"Then after you had the baby, they became even bigger and they just look so delicious," I said.

"Amanda thinks so," she said, reminding me of the purpose of the milk inside them.

"She is a lucky girl," I perversely said.

"You are one sick, twisted man," she said, bringing her foot down to the floor, although her voice sounded more pleased and teasing than disgusted.

"Yeah, men," I sarcastically said.

She laughed, causing a minor earthquake in her voluptuous valley of flesh.

I decided to continue since she hadn't slapped my face or kicked me out. "They also just look so heavy and full."

"That's because they are," she said. "I mean, they leak all fucking day."

I thought to myself, 'Well, I could help with that,' but that seemed too presumptuous and forward and could end this surreally honest conversation. So instead, I added, "Yeah, I know it's perverse and sick, but the idea of just how full of milk they are is a major turn-on."

"So, you get hard imagining sucking milk out of my breasts?" she asked.

"Do you really want to hear the answer to that question?" I asked.

"I do," she nodded. "Tell me. Tell me exactly what you fantasize about doing."

"Well, my most frequent dream is just laying on my back with my head in your lap, both of us naked, of course."

"Of course," she smirked.

"And you lean forward and hold a beautiful breast to my mouth, and I suck and drink, relieving the pressure in your heavy tits while you stroke my cock and relieve the pressure in my balls."

"So, I really would be your HuCow," she said, her cheeks a little red. "You really are a bad boy." But the huskiness in her voice made me think this was turning her on.

"If you were not married and not my aunt, I would love to be the man in your life, to nurse on those tits, massage those stocking-clad feet and worship your entire perfect body."

"What do you think my husband would say to that?" she asked, her foot rising again, rubbing up and down my left thigh.

"I don't care about that," I shrugged and continued my brazenness. "What do you think of it?"

"What do I think of my nineteen-year-old, live-in au pair staring at my body all day and then fantasizing about nursing on me while he jerks off in the room down the hall?" she asked.

"In the room right down the hall," I said. Shifting to my left so her foot was back on my hard prick, I added, "Jerking off to you every night."

"Well..." she said and hesitated for what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only ten seconds, as her toes flexed against my crotch. Then, "Take off your pants." Her foot dropped back to the floor and she sat up straight.

"What?" I asked, hearing her words, but not immediately understanding and believing them.

"You heard me, take off your pants, before I change my mind," she said. "And underwear."

"Um, okay," I said. I tossed her soiled lavender bra onto the bed next to her and tore through my buttons and zip, quickly leaving pants and underpants lying on the floor behind me, revealing my very erect seven-inch dick, looking harder and thicker than I could ever remember.

"You do have a fat one," she said, as she looked at it, but didn't touch it.

"Thanks," I said, unsure what to do next, trepidation coursing through me.

"Step closer," she said.

I began to inch forward. She flipped the skirts of her robe over her legs, exposing nude-shade pantyhose. Then she spread her legs, inviting me to step closer. She wore white panties underneath the hose. I stood between her knees.

"Jerk off for me," she ordered.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes. We can't do anything intimate, but I can watch you... after all, you're doing it for me, right?"

She was staring at my cock like I stared at her legs, tits and ass... I found I enjoyed being the one objectified for a moment. "All for you," I confirmed.

I don't think she realized her tongue ran around her sensuous lips, but I sure as hell did.

I gripped my throbbing rod and wagged it at her. "You sure this is what you want?" I asked.

"Oh, yes." She untied her robe and pulled it open before shrugging it off her shoulders so it slid to the bed behind her.

My eyes went wide as I took in the glorious breasts jutting out from her strong chest.

"You like?" she asked, as they were now right in front of me.

"They are beautiful," I said.

"They're always leaking," she sighed, wiping off a little milk from one. "But you like that, don't you?"

I didn't say anything, completely transfixed by her massive tits.

"So, are you still willing to listen to your evil, twisted aunt bitch and moan?" she asked.

"My lonely, frustrated aunt? Absolutely." I began moving my hand up and down my rod as a show of good faith.

"Stroke it for me nice and slow and I'll make another confession," she husked.

I reached down with my left hand and cupped my balls, pulling them slightly outwards and gently squeezing. My right hand held my shaft more vertically so she could clearly see my balls and my stroking action. Slowly, deliberately, I rolled the loose skin up to my cockhead and back down.

Her tongue made another slow circuit around her full lips. Real DSLs as my college roommate J. D. called them, dick-sucking lips. Then the tongue pulled back and the DSLs parted to speak, even as her eyes remained locked on my crotch.

"I've always enjoyed sex," she said, "and when I'm really horny, I like my sex nasty." She hefted her bulging udders in her hands and gently massaged them like I was with my balls.

"But something happened after I got pregnant," she continued. "I had heard that for some women, their desire goes down and their discomfort goes up, but for me, my already high libido went into overdrive... the hormones, I guess."

Her breast play was causing milk drops to form and fall to her pantyhose-covered thighs. It was my turn to run my tongue around my lips.

"But as my desires increased, I was losing my access to a hard cock to fulfill them with. So, I turned to my toys. But it's not the same; they don't talk dirty to me; they don't squeeze and lick and suck."

I cut my eyes to her nightstand drawer, where I knew those toys were. I hadn't gone back in there since my first trespass, but I remembered thinking how loose they looked in there, not stored away, but readily available for use.

"So, you're not twisted," I reasoned, "there are other factors, other causes at play here. But they're natural causes and they're not changing you, just amplifying you, so I don't see anything wrong with it. Why fight it? Why not enjoy it?"

She looked up at me now with a bit of a smirk. "You were on your high school debate team, weren't you?" Before I could admit that nerdy truth, she continued. "So, do you want to help me rationalize the rest of our bad behaviour?" Now her smile looked real, although sneaky, and there was a glint in her eye.

I smiled back. "It's all completely reasonable and justified," I offered. "I'm nineteen and always horny and you're hormonal and always horny. Neither of us has a lover to exercise our passions with, so we're frustrated."

She picked up my thread of bull. "So, we're just two family members helping each other out; helping heighten each other's efforts at self-pleasure so that the frustration is better relieved, and our emotional health is improved."

"Which means it's not even incest," I said, "any more than my massaging your feet is incest."

"And we haven't even touched skin to skin, so it isn't sex either," she said.

"Nope," I agreed, "just good therapy between loving family members."

"So, you can keep on stroking that big, fat cock for your dirty, sexy aunt." The animal growl in her voice sent a delicious tremble down my spine.

I stroked myself more slowly ... I wanted this to last for as long as possible. Yet simultaneously I hoped perhaps she would move her hand to help or bend down and take it in her mouth or offer me her tits... regardless of all the bullshit we'd just laid down.

Reading my mind, or perhaps just the clear desire on my face, she said, "Imagine sliding that big dick between these huge fucking jugs." She smiled wickedly as she cupped them together and put them just inches from the tip of my cock, where a large bead of pre-cum had formed.

God, I wanted to thrust between them or bend over and kiss and lick them, but I wasn't going to do anything to stop this wild encounter.

"Would you fuck them if I let you?" she asked.

"God, yeah," I groaned, still just slowly stroking my dick.

"Shoot a big wad of sticky cum between your mom's sister's tits?" She continued the nasty talk.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, the mentioning of my mom adding to the sin.

"Wanna know something?" she asked; I thought I could hear the saliva building in her mouth.

"Tell me."

"You know your Uncle Jake is a serious stud, right? He's got a hard body and when he doesn't have his head up his ass, he fucks me so good. But he doesn't have what you have."

"What's that?" I asked.

"He doesn't have a cock this big and this thick," she said in a hungry voice. "So fucking fat."

"Yeah, you like my fat, young cock?" I asked, loving how she seemed as enamoured with my cock as I was with her tits.

"Yeah, if you were not my nephew, I would deep throat that cock until you shot your big load in my mouth or came all over my face," she added.

"I'd give you so much cum," I assured.

"Mmmmmmm, where would you want to nut?" she asked. "All over my face?"

"That would be hot," I agreed.

"On my tits?" she continued.

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah, you would like to spew your load all over your aunt's breast-feeding tits?"

"Fuck yeah," I agreed, beginning to stroke my dick faster.

"Maybe I should straddle your cock, ride you and have my tits bounce all over your face," she added, her sensual tone implying she was seriously considering this.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, my balls close to erupting from her wicked words, her ravenous gaze, and her big, beautiful tits dripping milk so fucking close to my cock.

She continued her nasty verbal assault. "Want to know something else about your mother's little sister? I love hot cum shot on my face, in my mouth, on my tits, in my pussy or on my ass."

"I'd do every one of them if I could," I promised.

"Yeah? You want to use your auntie as your MILF cum dump slut?" she asked, one hand going to her side to retrieve her bra.

"Oh yeah, I'd love to suck on your tits, eat your pussy and fuck you hard like you so desperately need," I said, trying to match her wickedness with my own.

"You think I need to get fucked by your big prick, nephew?" she said, squeezing her tit hard enough to spray milk on my cock. I had to stop stroking before I lost it.

"Yeah, I think you'd love this big, fat cock spreading those neglected pussy lips," I wickedly said, wagging my thick stick at her.

"You nasty fucking boy," she said, as she moved the bra to my dick. "Come for me, nephew. Fill my bra up with that big creamy load."

"I'm close," I warned, starting back stroking.

"Yeah, I want to see that big load erupt out of your cock," she purred. "Give me that load. Give me that cum. Fucking show me how badly you want to fuck your mom's sister."

"Oh fuuuuuuuck," I grunted, shooting a half dozen cum blasts into her stained lavender bra.

"Oh yeah, fill it right up," she purred. As I kept coming, she added, "So much creamy cum."

Once I was spent, she pulled the bra back and looked into the deep cup. "God, you really shoot a big load," she marveled.

"Yeah, and I reload quickly," I said, wanting her to know there was more where that came from.

"Good to know," she smiled, as she rested the cups on her thighs and dipped a finger into the cum. Then she asked, "Have you ever fantasized about me eating your load?"

"If imagining fucking your face and coming down your throat counts," I answered.

"Is that any way to talk to a married woman?" she asked.

"It is after she tells me how much she loves having cum sprayed on her face and tits. Her beautiful face and her amazing tits."

"Such a sweet talker. You'll make some girl very happy some day."

"If I was your man, no way would I leave you alone for even a day," I said.

"No?" she questioned, stirring her finger in the cum.

"No, I'd make sure all your needs were looked after," I said.

"And what would that entail?" she asked.

"It would start with you never feeling neglected and horny," I assured.

"So, you would make sure I got all the dick and cum I needed?" she asked, adding a second finger and scooping up a big amount of cum.

"Unlimited dick and cum," I promised.

"Should I eat some of your cum?" she asked.

"You should eat all my cum."

"But you're not my husband," she pointed out.

"But right now, I am the man of the house," I said.

"Yes," she nodded pondering this, "I guess you are."

"So, eat that cum, eat it all," I said. "You wouldn't be touching me, so it's still within the rules."

"What would your mom think?" she asked, clearly turned on by the incestuous talk and the husband talk.

"I don't care," I shrugged, "I just know what you want and need."

"What I want and need?" she questioned.

"Yeah, you want this load, you need this load," I said confidently, trying to be the man she needed.

She dipped again, scooping more cum onto her two fingers, then held them up in the air and I watched as my cum began to dangle down. "What do you think your uncle would do if he knew you were blowing your load in his wife's bra, huh?"

"He would likely beat the shit out of me," I said, "but I would take that beating if I got to play with your tits, have you eat my cum, massage your feet, and maybe even eat your pussy and fuck you."

"You really want to fuck your married aunt, your mother's sister?" she asked. Although repetitive, it was obvious this was turning her on immensely, the cum dripping off her fingers and landing on her tits.

"I know it is wrong, but all I want to do is make you happy and make you come," I said.

"You think you could make me come?" she asked.

"I would do whatever it takes," I assured.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred. "So, you really want to see me eat this cum?"

"So badly."

"Tell me, tell me what you want," she said. "Be nasty."

"I want to watch you scoop up your nephew's cum that just erupted out of his taboo cock and eat it all, enjoying the sweet, salty seed," I said.

"Mmmmmmm, and if I let you, you would willingly commit incest and fuck your mom's sister?" she asked, so sensual, as more cum dropped onto her tits and more milk oozed from her nipples and ran along the bottoms of her tits.

"Yes, I'd make you come over and over with my mouth and my dick," I said.

"You know, if you weren't my sister's son, I would be making you do just that right now," she said, then sighed. The willingness to cheat was apparently right there, but to do it by committing real incest was a line she didn't seem willing to cross.

"I haven't been fucked since months before Amanda was born," she added, instantly explaining why she was willing to cheat when I thought she loved Uncle Jake.

"No way," I gasped.

"Yeah, Jake seems to have lost interest in me," she said. "Remember how I told you the pregnancy increased my libido? Well, for Jake it did the opposite. At first, he seemed to think I wouldn't want it anymore and when I did, he worried about hurting the baby. I gave him literature that proved it was safe, and then it just seemed to be that he was turned off by my changing body. The bigger my belly got the less he'd touch me intimately, let alone fuck me, and it hasn't changed even after the baby came."

"Wow, that's so fucked up... for him as well as for you. I mean, who could lose interest in you?" I asked. "You are absolutely beautiful."

"Well, in his mind I appear to have gone from big-boned beauty to fat cow."

"Fat? Jesus-fucking-Christ," I said, even as she moved her fingers back to the bra and scooped up more cum. "You have a perfect full figure. You are a real woman. Not some waif that gets blown over by the wind."

"It is nice to hear those things," she smiled, seemingly needing this approval.

"Can I tell you something else?" I asked.

"No reason to stop now," she smiled, still playing with my cum.

"When I first saw you pregnant, I instantly got hard and was ready to bust a nut," I said.

"Yeah, I thought I noticed you sneaking looks at me with your tongue hanging out," she teased.

"I'd plead the fifth," I laughed, "but I guess I already confessed, didn't I?"

"My big, pregnant belly didn't turn you off, did it, Joey?" she asked but in a sexy as fuck way.

"Of course not, you were still just as beautiful as ever," I said, and of course, meant it.

"I wish my husband would have thought that way," she sighed.

"Well, I can't speak for him," I said, "but I found you then and find you now absolutely sexy as fuck."

"Sexy enough to fuck?" she questioned, her teasing killing me.

"Now I will plead the fifth," I smiled.

"Did you know my tits were already leaking by then?" she said. "I think that is actually one of the issues for my husband, it's like it's icky or something."

"Icky? It's just fucking nature; there's no reason to be bothered by it. I mean I understand why some may not find it as sexy as I do, but to be turned off by such a beautiful, natural thing I don't understand."

"You really are sweet behind your twisted, kinky perversion."

"You say the kindest things," I retorted.

She asked, "Have you been thinking of nursing on me since then?"

"Almost every day," I admitted.

"Even when I had my big belly?"

"Do you really want me to answer that question?"

"Yes, I see it in your eyes, Nephew, tell me what was in your perverted mind when you saw me in all my 8th-month glory."

"You leaked one time so it showed through your blouse, and I wanted to open it and suck," I admitted. Then I continued with deeper depravity. "Then I wanted to get you completely topless so I could see that beautiful belly along with those magnificent udders and fill my belly nursing on the ultimate expression of motherhood."

"Jesus," she gasped.

"You told me to be honest," I pointed out, knowing that answer was about as fucked up as they come.

"I did," she nodded. "And I can't lie, part of me is flattered."

"Which part?" I queried.

"It's my turn to plead the fifth," she retorted with a sly smirk.

"Well, for what it's worth, I thought you radiated when you were pregnant," I said, wanting to make up as much as I could for the neglect and apparent insecurity her husband had given her.

"That's sweet," she smiled, clearly enjoying the compliments.

"Not as sweet as the milk I've licked from your nursing bras," I said.

She ran her slimy finger around the bottom of her bra cup. "You really want me to eat this, don't you?"

"Yeah, I really do."

"Maybe I should just rub it all over my tits," she said, and then moved her cum-coated fingers and indeed rubbed my jizz all over the areolae and nipples... a little milk leaking out. "Oh, God, all this nasty show and tell is making my milk drip."

"I can help you with that," I assured, my earlier worries about such words being a step too far completely forgotten in the thrill of her pleading for me to talk nasty to her.

"I bet you could," she smiled, scooping more cum from her bra... this time playing with it with her fingers. "You know, he wouldn't even let me suck him off... and I've missed my man-cream."

"Then eat it," I said, she was really driving me nuts with this teasing. At times she seemed to be in control and at times she seemed tempted.

"We'd just be helping each other out the way we agreed earlier, wouldn't we? If you got a little taste of what you've been dreaming of, and I got a little taste of what I've been missing?"

"Absolutely," I agreed, trying to remember the bullshit rationale we'd concocted in the midst of our shared passion.

"All right, bend down and suck on my left tit, it feels so damned heavy." She hefted the swollen mammary up to meet me while bringing the bra cup of cum to her mouth.

Oh, my God, she wasn't kidding, I was really going to experience my hottest fantasy, all wrapped up in incest. I took a deep breath and paused, wanting this moment to be perfect. I took a really good look at the fat nipple. I could see the milk leaking from the many tiny holes at its tip and I took in the bumps on the wide areola that I knew from my kinky fetish research also played a role in successful breastfeeding.

Then she almost begged, "Please, Joey, please nurse from your mother's sister."

I opened my mouth wide and latched on like the hungry boy I was and was almost immediately rewarded with a gush of warm milk. It was so surreal to actually be doing this, but I was, I was nursing on a massive tit. Of a married woman. Of a blood relation. While she ate my cum out of her defiled brassiere.

She purred, "Your cum is so good."

"Your milk is so good," I mumbled around my mouthful of breast flesh, not wanting to miss a drop of the cream that was flowing steadily now. It was so good, so incredibly good.

"Other tit," she ordered, after another thirty seconds or so of heavy suckling.

I moved to the other tit, hefting the large breast in both hands and then squeezing firmly, causing milk to spray crazily, jetting all over my face.

"Yeah, get that milk out," she moaned lasciviously. "Wear it like I like to wear cum."

I teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue and again milked her udder, receiving an even greater spray of warm milk on my face. Then I latched on and really began nursing. Just as delicious as the other side.

After about sixty seconds, she suddenly pushed me away, her tone sounding a little like regret. "That's enough."

Not really, but okay, I thought, glancing down at my dick which was again rock hard.

"Jesus, that thing really doesn't go down," she said, as she reached to grab it.

"It has a mind of its own," I said, just as her phone rang, breaking the spell.

"Shit, shit, shit, it's Jake," she said, as she got off the bed and went to the phone. "Hi, honey," she greeted, as she stood there in just her panties and pantyhose.

She looked at me regretfully and held an arm across her chest. Then she nodded at her robe on the bed.

I saw that she was still leaking that delicious milk, so I went to her closet instead and grabbed the stained milk robe I'd seen hanging there and brought it to her.

She quickly put it on and then surprised me by moving her hand to my dick. As she listened to her husband, she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and bobbed three quick times, before standing back up, winking at me and leading me out of her bedroom before closing the door behind me.

I looked at the closed door.

I heard her voice talking to her husband.

I sighed.

The most wicked tease in the history of teasing.

I stood there hard and in a daze.

What just happened?

Yes, some lines were crossed.

Yes, there was a lot of teasing.

Yes, some might call it incest despite our rationalizations.

My clothes were lying on Karen's bedroom floor, so I went to my own room to get new gear. I considered jerking off to relieve my confused mind, but since I had come not long before I decided to stay ready in case Auntie wanted more of me after her phone call with my idiot uncle.

Then I headed to the kitchen to start making supper, all the while hoping we'd pick up where we'd left off.

But for the rest of the night, instead of my aunt taking out her frustrations with her husband on me, there was simply no mention of what had happened between us.

We ate dinner.

She raved about my meal.

In fact, she went so far as to take photos of the plate I put in front of her and sent them to a couple of her contacts in the restaurant industry. After she ate, she followed up with phone calls and by the time she was finished she told me she was fairly certain she could get me meetings for three different culinary schools.

I was gobsmacked, and objectively speaking, it was a lot more important than getting another chance to nurse from her magical tits, but that still remained my top hope for the night. But it seemed it was not to be.

She didn't ask for me to massage her feet.

She didn't say a thing about earlier in her bedroom.

So, I didn't either.

I ended up gaming with buddies until Aunt Karen walked into my room and tossed a bra onto the desk by my keyboard. "In case you need to drop a load," she said.

Even though I was startled, I didn't miss a beat. "Hey, guys," I said into my headset mic, "something's up with my cousin, I need to bail, catch you tomorrow," and logged off. Then to my aunt I said, "What about your panties?"

"My panties?" She seemed surprised that I could surprise her any more than I already had, but I was going to prove her wrong.

"You know that I sniff and then come in your milky bras every morning," I said. "But you don't know that I also sniff your panties. While I'm stroking my thick cock into your massive bra cup, I'm holding your last-worn panties against my face, smelling and tasting your flower."

"Oh, fuck," she breathed, putting a hand on the corner of the desk to steady herself.

"You smell and taste so good and it makes me come so hard."

Her hand moved between the flaps of her heavy bathrobe; she was clearly rubbing her crotch. "And now you want your auntie's panties she has worn all day and came in earlier?" she asked coyly.

"You came already?" I asked.

"Well, I closed the door for a reason," she smiled coyly.

"So... you had phone sex with Uncle Jake?" I don't suppose I sounded any happier about that than I felt.

"Actually," she smirked, "I had mind sex with you, while Jake had a distracted phone call with me."

"I would have liked to see that," I said, feeling decidedly better.

"I bet you would," she continued in her playful tone. "But you didn't answer my question. Do you want your auntie's panties that she came in earlier? They are quite wet."

"Yes, I want my mom's married sister's panties to see how wet she got eating her nephew's big load," I replied.

"Speaking of big loads, I could use a bedtime snack," she said, as she opened her robe and pulled her panties down and off and tossed them to me.

"I have a fresh load ready," I said, as I caught her panties and moved them to my nose. Warm and wet, right from her body? Fucking heaven!

"Take off your underwear," she ordered.

"You smell so good," I said, as I stood up and quickly got undressed.

"We can't fuck, I can't suck you," she said, even as she knelt before me, apparently forgetting her ever so brief three quick bobs earlier today, "but you can jerk off and come in my mouth."

"You want your sister's son's load, don't you?" I asked, as I instantly moved one hand to my dick and the other to my face to inhale her sweet nectar.

"Yeah, after that little teaser taste I had before, I've been craving it so bad," she admitted, as she stared at my dick. "I almost asked you to come back in and cum on my face while I talked to my husband."

"Shit, you're as bad as I am," I said, looking down at her, as she took off her robe and was suddenly completely naked before me.

"This has to stay between us," she said, as she leaned back and cupped her tits for me to admire.

"Who would believe me?" I countered.

"True enough," she said, as I stared at her tits while pumping my dick furiously... this time wanting to come as soon as I could.

"Fuck, you are so hot, "I groaned.

"Yeah, you want to nut on your aunt?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah, I'm going to cover you in cum," I assured.

"You know, I came in my bedroom imagining you pounding my pussy while I was on my back and my huge knockers bounced all over the place," she wickedly said to egg me on.

"I've had that fantasy many times," I admitted with a groan.

"Filling my unprotected, married pussy with your load," she added, as she leaned forward and reached her hand to my dick. "Let me help you with that."

"Ooooookay," I agreed, as I moved my hand away and she jerked me off.

"Do you want me to suck this sweet, young cock?" she asked, as she stroked my dick, her fingers rolling over the top of my cock head, increasing the pleasure intensely.

"Yes, I'd love to see those married cock sucker lips wrapped around my fat dick," I groaned.

"Oh yeah, and so you know, I am an amazing cock sucker," she said, looking up at me as she stroked my cock while her free hand went to her pussy.

"And from my limited experience, I'm told I am an amazing pussy pleaser," I said. "I love eating a juicy, wet pussy."

"Mmmmmmm, that is so hot," she said, as she rubbed herself. "When I was your age, most boys didn't have a clue."

"Yeah, a man should be able to give and receive," I said.

"You got that right," she said, frantically rubbing herself as she impressively multi-tasked, working over my dick and her pussy.

"God, I'm going to nut soon," I warned about ninety seconds later as I sniffed her panties and watched her stroke me.

"I want you to come all over my face, Joey, I want you to completely drench me with your nut," she begged.

"Get ready," I moaned a few seconds later.

"Yeah, give it to me, give me that load, give me that cum," she encouraged with a loud moan as she furiously pumped my dick.

"Fuuuuuck," I grunted, as the first big cannonball of cum landed right on her face.

"Oh yeah, give it to me, nephew," she purred as I continued unloading on her face, including into her open mouth.

She then released me and came up higher on her knees to offer me her tits to come on.

A couple more gobs of cum splattered her tits before I was spent, and she rolled backwards onto her back on the floor and began to really rub herself.

I stared in awe as her moans got louder and in about thirty seconds she came. "Shiiiiiit!" she screamed.

I watched her body quake... her tits shake... and wetness gush out of her surprisingly shaved pussy.

"That is so hot," I said.

"Sooooo wrong," she weakly moaned.

After another minute of simply lying there enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, she weakly got up, grabbed her robe and walked out without a word.

I stood there with her panties in my hand, her bra on my desk and my deflating dick.

Shit, that just happened.

.....

I was making breakfast when Aunt Karen came in with baby Amanda, in her milk robe,

sat down and started nursing, casual like she had before yesterday's mischievous playtime. That gave me a good feeling for the day ahead and relieved the anxiety I was feeling for something crazy I had just done. Two minutes earlier, I had dropped my morning load in her coffee cup, replacing her regular cream with my homemade cream.

I greeted her warmly, unsure but hopeful about what today would bring after yesterday's strangeness. "Good morning, Auntie."

"Good morning," she said, although she didn't sound like herself, as I poured fresh coffee on top of my spunk. I added sugar and stirred so she wouldn't think to add regular cream. "Thanks, I need this," she said, as I placed her cum coffee before her.

I went back and flipped the blueberry pancakes over and pulled the bacon out of the air fryer. The air fryer still making the bacon crispy but a little healthier. I added it and slices of fresh melon and strawberries to the sides of our plates. I waited another minute for the pancakes and flipped them off one by one.

When I turned to the table, I saw that she was sipping her coffee. She put it down as I came over and when I laid her plate in front of her, I saw that she'd already drunk at least a quarter of the cup.

She said, looking at the breakfast spread, "This looks amazing."

"I hope you like it," I said, going back to the counter and bringing over the syrup and jam.

"I'm sure it will be delicious," she said, as she handed me Amanda and I got a perfect view of her huge left jug and hard nipple with a little milk leaking from it.

"I'm sure it was, wasn't it Amanda?" I cooed at the baby. Aunt Karen gave me a sardonic look at my weak wordplay but smiled as she put her breast away.

After putting Amanda in her playpen, I returned to the table and began buttering my pancakes.

As I did, Karen said, "Joey, we can't do this anymore."

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"You know exactly what," she said, her tone slightly embarrassed.

Boldness had worked yesterday, so I decided to stick with it. "Well, I hope you don't mean me staring at those milk-filled tits or your legs and feet when you wear pantyhose, because I'm afraid I won't be able to stop doing that."

"Actually, I usually wear a garter-belt and stockings or thigh high stockings," she revealed. I pondered why she thought to tell this to me but wasn't going to question my luck.

"That isn't going to help the cause of not doing anything," I pointed out.

"I have always dressed professionally with a slight allure," she explained.

"I don't know about slight," I joked playfully.

"Yeah, these tits are hard not to make the centre of attention," she said, looking down at them bulging under the thin material of her milk robe.

"Yeah, they are literally impossible to hide," I said, then added, "especially in that robe."

"Not much I can do about that," she shrugged.

"True enough," I nodded, as she took another sip from her coffee. This time she seemed to hold the coffee in her mouth longer before swallowing and made a slightly perplexed face.

"This coffee tastes slightly different," she said.

"Oh, does it?" I asked. "I did use a different cream."

"Oh, well it definitely gives it a different, maybe even exotic, taste," she said, after taking a long sip and pondering the taste. "What kind of cream is it?"

"Um, actually it's homemade," I said, a little worried now after what she had said about stopping, but there was no going back now.

"You make your own homemade..." she began and realized mid-sentence what I had done. "You fucking came in my coffee, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "although I did that before you told me we couldn't do whatever it is we are doing."

"You could have stopped me before I drank it," she pointed out, but she didn't put the cup down; instead, she stared into it.

"You'd already drunk nearly half of it before I knew things had changed," I shrugged. "Then I just hoped you wouldn't notice."

"But I did," she mused, then brought the cup to her lips... this time knowing she was drinking my cum.

I sat transfixed as she drank more of her cum-flavoured coffee.

"Fuck!" she cursed.

"What?" I asked.

"This is actually the best coffee I've ever had," she sighed, before drinking more.

"So, you like cum in your coffee?" I asked.

"Don't you start," she threatened, clearly annoyed... although I wasn't sure if it was from the fact I had come in her coffee or that she had enjoyed the cum addition so much.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"No, you're not," she said.

"Well, I'm sorry that you've changed your mind about us kind of playing around," I admitted.

"You loved me stroking that big fat cock of yours, didn't you?" she wickedly asked.

"Yeah, and watching you beg for my load was so fucking hot," I added.

"I didn't beg for your load," she said.

"If I recall correctly and I'm pretty sure I do, your exact words when you were naked and on your knees was, 'give it to me, give me that load, give me that cum.'"

"Meh, semantics," she shrugged.

"Either way, you looked sexy as hell with my load dripping all over you," I said.

"You are such a perv," she said.

"You loved it," I said.

"You loved it more," she countered.

"I'll give you that," I shrugged, deciding to keep it real and nasty in hopes of her changing her mind. "I've never been more excited than watching you eat my cum, playing with your tits, nursing on your nipples, having you jerk me off and spewing my load in your bra and all over your pretty face and perfect body."

"Do you even hear yourself?" she asked.

"Is anything I said not true?" I asked back.

"Regardless," she said, as she finished her cup of coffee, "it can't happen again. I'm not just some horny MILF from your teenage fantasies; I'm your mom's sister."

"And you are married," I added.

"Exactly," she nodded and headed out to shower.

I finished my breakfast, cleaned up and sat playing with Amanda on the living room carpet when Aunt Karen came down in a colourful sundress and mocha-colored nylons. On her feet were open-toe sandals that showed her well-pedicured toes. I asked, "Stockings?"

"That is for me to know and you to never find out," she said, with just the slightest smile on her face.

"I'll take that as a yes," I smiled, admiring her feet in this perfect colour.

"You would," she said.

"And you are even wearing my favourite colour," I said, not even pretending I wasn't staring at her feet.

"Beige is your favourite colour?"

"Those are mocha," I corrected her, "they are darker than beige."

"Oh, you do know your hosiery," she said, as she walked over and picked up Amanda... her sexy toes now just inches from me.

"I try," I said, as I moved my hand and caressed her leg.

"I thought I said we were done?"

"This is harmless," I said, sliding my hand down her ankle to the top of her foot. "Your feet still get sore, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I can still let you massage my feet," she said.

"I will massage your feet any time you want me to," I said.

"Oh, I know you will, you pervert," she said.

"But I want to be your pervert," I weirdly said.

She stepped back, reluctantly it felt to me, though I wasn't really a neutral judge. "Amanda and I will be gone for a few hours," she said.

"Okay," I nodded.

"Try not to jerk off in my bra," she teased, walking away.

"Should I jerk off in a cup for your coffee later?" I asked.

"Actually." She stopped and slowly turned to face the kitchen.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I should take a coffee to go."

"With regular cream or homemade?" I asked, standing up.

"I'd kind of like to see how you make that homemade cream," she said, and headed to the kitchen.

I followed her in, a few steps behind to admire her curvaceous bottom. When she turned toward Amanda's playpen, I turned the other way to the kitchen counter.

I pulled a small travel mug from the cabinet and put it under the spout of her Keurig machine, then popped in a pod.

When I turned around, Amanda was in her playpen and her sexy mother was sitting back on the corner of the kitchen table. Her sandals were off and sitting on the floor by the playpen.

"Get that dick out," she said, as she rubbed the sole of one foot along the top of the other.

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I got my pants and underwear around my ankles and when I straightened up, my prick was pointing directly at my aunt. I heard her sigh.

"Make that cream for me, boy," she ordered.

"I may need a little help if I am going to finish quickly since I already nutted once for your first coffee," I pointed out.

"I thought you said you could reload quickly?"

"I can, my balls are already bubbling, but it takes longer on my own," I said.

"Well, maybe we can still go with my original plan and do some show and tell to help each other out. Just not that extra stuff." She stripped the straps of her sundress over her shoulders and pulled her arms through, showing a light-yellow bra with spaghetti straps doing its best to contain her bounties. I could see the nursing nipple pads in place.

"These are what you love, don't you?" she purred as she hefted the melons. "You can always come for these, can't you?"

"Always," I agreed. "But if you're in a hurry, I'm afraid I'm going to need even more help; help like last night."

She stared down where I was calmly wagging my fat erection at her. "Well, I am in a hurry," she said. "But just this one more time." She stepped toward me, the bodice of her dress still hanging down.

"Okay," I said, thrilled that her resistance hadn't even lasted an entire hour.

"Fuck, I can't believe you want a married woman to jerk you off."

"Actually, last night while you jerked me, you talked about sucking me off. What I really want to see are those sexy lips wrapped around my dick this time," I said, trying to push her further into the wicked world of taboo incest.

"You want your mommy's sister to suck this juicy young cock?" she asked wickedly, as she reached out and began to stroke it.

"Oh yeah, I want my mom's hot sister to suck my cock until I am ready to nut."

"If I do this, we are really done," she said even as she dropped slowly to her knees.

"Sure," I said, not meaning it any more than I thought she really did.

"I just need that homemade cream for my coffee," she said, her eyes looking quite lustful as she opened her mouth and took my dick between her lips.

"Oh yeah, you sexy married slut," I moaned, "suck your nephew's big, fat cock."

I'd been a little worried that using the word slut would offend her, but her, "Mmmmmmm," that followed my words told me all was good.

"Oh, yeah," I sighed. "You know, Aunt Karen, I don't think this will be the last time. I think you're going to find your creamed coffee even more delicious when you think about how you had to commit incest, suck your nephew's cock to get it, and that's how you'll always want to get it from now on."

She didn't say a word, but her mouth and her right hand held my cock tighter, and her left hand went under her dress and I learned as she did, she was not wearing pantyhose... although I couldn't tell for sure if it was stockings or thigh highs.

"Yeah, you're a good auntie cock sucker," I moaned about a minute later as she smoothly deep throated my dick... which no girl had ever done... although she would only be the fourth to suck me.

When she finally came up for air, a string of saliva connected her lips and my cockhead. "Mmmmm, you like your auntie sucking this nasty cock?" she asked, looking up at me with hunger as she stroked my slobbery dick and rubbed her pussy.

"Yeah, I love having my own sexy auntie as my slut," I said, looking down at her.

"If you ever call me that when I'm not horny you may get these balls ripped off," she said, before resuming sucking me.

"Then I better make sure you are constantly horny for nephew dick," I groaned, as she really went to town on my dick... grunting hungrily as she did.

"Oh yeah, you want this big load?" I asked.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, taking my entire dick with smooth perfection. God, she wasn't lying, she really knows how to suck dick.

"Don't stop, Auntie; don't stop, Mommy's sister; don't stop, my married, cum-craving slut," I chanted before I pulled out at the very last second and erupted all over her face.

"Oh yes, give me that cum, you nasty fucking bastard," she moaned, still rubbing herself while taking my massive load all over her face.

"You look so hot with my load all over your face," I groaned before I slid my dick back in her mouth and she resumed bobbing and extracting any last remnants of my salty seed.

About a minute later, she stood up and cursed, "Fuck, now I need to come," and she went to the fridge, pulled out a cucumber, and tossed it to me. "No fingers, no dick, but I need you to fuck me with this."

"Okay," I said, pulling up my underwear and pants and going to the counter as she lifted her dress up to her waist to reveal she wore thigh high stockings but wasn't wearing panties.

"Ooh, no panties. Naughty auntie," I teased.

"Just shut up and fuck me," she demanded.

But I took another moment to open a cabinet and bring out a bottle of liquid coconut oil I'd bought for sautéing.

"Wow, am I going to get the gourmet treatment with this too?" she asked with a wiggle of her broad hips.

"Always," I grinned, as I poured oil along the cucumber. It was long, though thinner than me, and I stroked it like my cock, both lubricating it and taking away the worst of the refrigerator chill. "Your dish is ready, madam," I said, moving the slick vegetable to her pussy. She was also very ready, and the green vegetable slid inside her easily.

"Oh yes, feed me that thing, fuck me," she moaned.

"You like this, slut?" I asked.

"Shut up, and just fuck me," she demanded, and I obeyed, pumping the vegetable in her pussy quickly.

After about thirty seconds, she asked, "Oh, my God, are you already hard again?" I guess she figured out what that hard thing bumping against her big, soft ass cheek was.

"Aunt Karen, you are so fucking hot that I never got soft."

That got a look from her, a look filled with utter lust and desperation. "I need to feel it. But just one stroke. Fill your aunt's pussy once, no more," she demanded.

I pulled the cucumber out, moved behind her, pulled my pants and underwear back down again and slid my cock into her pussy without hesitation, feeling the amazing wet warmth. Against all my body craving, I made myself respect her instructions and pulled back out.

"Ooooh fuck, yes, shit, damn it, one more time, shove it in my married pussy one more time," she said urgently.

"Okay," I said and did it one more time in awe of her inferno-like heat.

"One more time, one more time, but this time, just stay in me," she instructed with a bit of desperation after I pulled out again.

"Okay," I repeated, so happy I had already just come, or this would have been a very short-lived situation.

Then she began impaling herself on my dick, her hands on the counter as she moved her hips back to fuck me or better described, to fuck herself with her living dildo. "Don't move. You're not fucking me. We are not fucking. I'm just getting off," she rationalized.

"Okay," I moaned, as I watched her move back and forth on my dick and just enjoyed the surreal incestuous act I was suddenly a part of. I wasn't going to argue with her rationale if it meant my dick got to stay in her warm, wet pussy.

"Fuck, your cock is so fat and feels so fucking good in my pussy," she moaned.

"Come for me, auntie, come on your sister's son's dick, come thinking of another man in your married pussy," I wickedly said after about thirty seconds of her moving her beautiful big body back and forth with such smoothness.

"More, you nasty boy, fucking more, keep talking nasty, you fucking auntie-fucking perv," she said.

"This is my married pussy, slut," I said, claiming my bitch. "I own this married pussy, I own my mom's sister's pussy, I am the real man in this house, now come, my incestuous auntie fuck toy."

"Oooooh fuuuuck, you baaaaastard!" she screamed, as my nasty words seemed to make her finally erupt and come and she collapsed forward and shook uncontrollably on the counter as my dick slipped out of her.

I went to the coffee maker, grabbed her cup and a spoon and walked back to her and began to scoop my cum off her face and into her coffee even as she was still trembling. She opened her eyes and said, "You are one nasty nephew."

"And you're one insatiable aunt," I smiled, as I held the cup where she could see it and allowed a big wad of cum to drop into her café a la Joey.

"When it's homemade cream I want a lot more than two scoops," she said.

"I can make sure that always happens," I said, as I retrieved more cum off of her face as she continued to enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm.

"So, this doesn't count," she said.

"Of course not," I smiled, as I got most of my cum off of her face and into the cup. I assumed she meant that collecting cream for her coffee fell outside of her earlier decision that we wouldn't do any more family fun. Or perhaps she meant using my cock as a dildo to help her come. Either way, I was happy to help her rationalize as much as she wanted since I knew her words about stopping would never be backed by actions.

"But damn it, I needed that," she said, finally standing up. "I have not had a real dick in over eleven months."

I couldn't begin to fathom how that was possible when she was so damned sexy and had already told me her libido had only gone up since falling pregnant, but I simply replied, "I'm happy I could help you rectify that," I said.

Amanda started making noise. "Shit, I'm super late. Shit, shit, shit," Aunt Karen muttered as she wiped her wet pussy with a paper towel, then pulled her dress skirt down and pulled the bodice back up and got them straightened out. Then she headed to the playpen and put her sandals back on before picking up the baby.

By the time she was ready, I'd pulled up my drawers and pants, stirred my jizz into her coffee and put the lid on her travel cup. As I handed it to her, I asked, "Steak or fish tonight?"

"Steak, I find myself with a serious craving for hot meat. Although you may be getting some fish," she said wickedly, the sexual innuendo as blunt as could be. She took a sip of her coffee and then ran her tongue theatrically around her lips as she, "Mmmmm"ed. "See you this afternoon," she smiled, before blowing me a kiss and heading out.

My mouth watered with the implied idea that I may be able to eat that pussy that had felt so warm and juicy wrapped around my cock. Also, I realized I hadn't put any sugar in her cup. Oh well, I suspected she would still thoroughly enjoy her creamed coffee.

I put another coffee pod into the machine and as it brewed, I just leaned back against the counter, amazed at what had just transpired.

Wow.

Wow.

Fucking wow.

.....

I mixed up a marinade for the steaks and put them in the fridge, then I headed out and did some shopping. I bought a couple new pairs of underwear, a couple t-shirts and new swimming trunks which were perhaps just a smidge too tight. I got into them when I got home and went to the beach. I was intrigued to notice a few more looks than usual from some of the beach babes. I wondered what Aunt Karen thought about threesomes.

I rinsed off under the beach shower and was dry by the time I'd walked home, so I decided to keep the swim trunks on, hoping they'd also get a good reaction from Auntie. I saw her car was back, but when I called out hello, she answered from her home office, so I figured she was doing some work. She had another crib in there for Amanda, and I supposed the baby was sleeping.

It was around four, so I pulled out the steaks so they could sit for at least fifteen minutes to get to room temperature before I put them on the barbecue. I was just putting the potatoes into the oven to bake when Aunt Karen walked in, naked except for thigh high stockings.

"Oh my," I said, my eyes going wide like in a Looney Tunes cartoon, staring at her amazing, voluptuous body.

"Did you know today is Nude Day?" she asked casually like she wasn't standing in her kitchen completely exposed to her horny nephew's voracious gaze. "If I hadn't heard it on the car radio I probably would have forgotten."

"That is an actual thing?" I asked, as my dick instantly hardened in my very non-concealing trunks.

"Yes, it is," she said, putting her hands on her hips. The pose showcased every curve of her perfect, voluptuously thick body, and the shine of the nylons only enhanced things more... I assumed the generous decision to keep them on was for my benefit. "Every year I say I'm going to do it in the office, but of course I always chicken out. But in the privacy of my own home...?"

"Well, I can't say I hate the idea."

"But now I need your help," she said, walking towards me... her tits swaying entrancingly like a hypnotist's watch.

"Oh?" I responded, unsure where to look. Her huge tits with their hard nipples showing pearls of breastmilk, her amazing nylon-clad legs from her sexy toes to her womanly hips, or right in the middle, at the fat-lipped pussy that I so hoped to fuck again for real and suck for the first time. I imagine I looked like a broken bobblehead doll.

"Amanda is staying at her grandmother's house tonight," she informed me.

"Okay," I said.

"And my fucking tits are over full of milk," she said, squeezing a nipple and milk spraying out.

"I see," I said, amazed at how blasé she seemed about milk spraying onto the floor and some onto me.

"Do you think you can help with that?" she asked. "Be an au pair to the mother as well as the baby?"

I gulped. "It's what I'm here for, to take care of both mother and child... however each one needs."

"Let's go into the living room," she said, before turning and walking away.

I turned the oven down by 100 degrees, then followed, mesmerized by her big, bare ass that just screamed, 'Come and squeeze me'.

She sat down at one end of the couch, legs spread enough that I could see her flower; she appeared to be leaking there as well as from her breasts.

"I've been thinking about the fantasy you described to me," she said. "Do you remember telling me how you wanted to nurse on your mother's sister?"

"Oh, yeah," I half-whimpered, in a bit of visual overload and stunned by the idea that my greatest unfulfilled fantasy seemed about to come true.

"My tits are so full and heavy today, Joey," she said, "I need someone to milk them for me. Can you do that, Joey? Can you milk your aunt's huge, heavy udders?"

As if in a dream, I climbed onto the sofa, lying on my back and then resting my head across her thick thighs. "Yes, Auntie, I can help you with that," I replied with excitement.

"Such a good nephew," she said as she offered me her huge left breast, with its very hard, leaking nipple.

I opened wide so I covered both her nipple and areola and pressed my lips tightly against her hot flesh. My good latching was rewarded by a pulsing, but steady flow of mother's milk into my hungry mouth. The flavour was even better than I remembered from my short, surprise tasting the night before. I sucked gently, yet firmly.

"You've been watching your cousin, haven't you?" she groaned in a way I'd never heard from her when feeding Amanda.

"And I see you're hard," she said, her free hand reaching over to squeeze my dick which made her fat tit flesh push against my face. I shifted so my head was farther down her legs, damn her tits were big. Big and milky; I sucked a little harder.

"I thought you just wanted to help out your suffering aunt, but this tells me that for you, nursing is sexual, you little degenerate." I confirmed her condemnation by thrusting against her hand.

"Mmmmmm, your dick is so big, so hard, so fat," she said, as she rubbed it through my trunks. "Is that from sucking on my big breastfeeding jugs?"

I whimpered in lust around her tit, pausing my hard sucking flor a moment to diddle her nipple with my tongue tip.

"To be clear," she continued, clearly enjoying teasing me and I think turning herself on, "You are willingly nursing on a woman's milk-filled, overflowing, heavy tits because you're a sick pervert."

I oinked around my mouthful of tit like the disgusting pig I was. Auntie laughed.

Then she gave my package a tighter squeeze and asked, "Is it more exciting because they're a married woman's tits, you teenaged bull?"

"Mmmmm," I agreed; being a bull was so much nicer than being a pig.

"And does the milk taste sweeter because it's coming from your mother's sister, you incestuous libertine?"

"Mm hm, mm hm, mm hmmmm."

"God, that feels so good," she moaned, releasing my prick to hold her big boobs as she enjoyed my feasting on her. Then she placed her palm against my forehead. "Time to switch," she breathed.

I released my suction, and she pulled her big jug out and twisted the tiny bit needed to offer me the other. I latched on immediately.

Once the milk was flowing, she returned her hand to my crotch and resumed slowly rubbing on my dick. Her touch was more petting than jerking, but still, I thought she might soon have me creaming in my pants again.

Especially because, the entire time, she talked. "Oh yeah, you nasty boy, suck Momma's nipples." "You like that baby milk, boy?" "God, your cock keeps twitching from being a baby milk sucker." "Fuck yes, nephew, get all that milk out of my heavy, married tit."

God, her nastiness was so hot.

Then she moved her hand inside my trunks and said, "I fucking love this fat dick."

"Mmmmmmm," I responded, as I sucked on the nipple, while she rolled her fingers over my cock head.

"Ooh, pre-cum," she said, "someone is excited."

I didn't respond as I focused on getting as much of her sweet milk as I could.

"I bet this dick would look so good pumping between my big, milky breasts," she purred, rolling her finger over my sensitive cock head as I moaned at that possibility.

For a couple of minutes, I nursed deeply on my aunt's heavy breast while she slowly stroked my dick and continued her dirty talk. "Suck my cheating married tits." "Get all that baby milk out of my fat boobs." "Oh, my big boy, your cock is so hard sucking Mommy's baby feeders." "I feel your orgasm building in this fat cock." "I bet you want to nut in or on me, don't you, my nasty tit sucker?"

"Mmm hmmm," I moaned in response.

"Time for an appetizer before you make dinner," she said. "Get that dick out for Auntie."

I moved my hands down to my trunks as she moved back and her delicious tits left my lips. I got them down enough to free my dick from its clothing captivity. After some repositioning of our bodies, she leaned down and took it in her mouth.

"Oooooooh," I moaned, the moment she wrapped her lips around my cock.

She devoured my dick, sucking me aggressively and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the amazing blow job.

I doubt it was a minute before I knew I was going to nut and being a gentleman, I warned, "I'm about to come."

She kept bobbing hungrily and in perhaps fifteen more seconds I grunted and exploded my load in my aunt's velvet mouth. She smoothly swallowed it all.

Once she had extracted every drop of my creamy cum, she sat back up and said, "Delicious."

"Well, we both got great appetizers," I said, as I stood up. She had pushed my trunks further down while sucking me, so now they lay around my ankles. I bent over to pull them up.

"Stop!" my aunt declared. "Nude Day, remember? I expect you to be naked the rest of the day." Then she leaned forward and slapped my ass.

"Okay," I yelped, stepping out of my trunks and shucking my t-shirt.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I want to see," she said as her eyes fixed on my heavily drooping penis. "Although, feel free to protect your family jewels when you're making dinner," she laughed, as I helped her up.

"Family jewels," I smiled.

"Yeah, family jewels," she grinned, suddenly reaching under and giving them a gentle squeeze. Then just as suddenly her hand was gone and she was walking away from me. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Oh, okay," I muttered as I watched her big ass roll out of the room. "I'll just finish up making supper," I added after a bit, though I was speaking to myself by then.

I shook my head with a sense of surreal shock before I headed to the kitchen.

.....

I didn't see her for forty minutes. In fact, I was beginning to worry that she was having remorse yet again for the lines we had undoubtedly crossed.

After she'd gone off to shower, I had turned the heat back up on the potatoes and worked on the other side dishes. Then I'd put the steaks on her built-in barbecue on the back patio. They were now off and resting, and I put everything else on the table.

I should note I was back in my trunks as I had to go in and out of the house to the barbecue and thought a couple of neighboring houses might get a view of my dangling snake. Not to mention grease spattering from the sizzling steaks.

Worried and not wanting the food to get cold, I went to her bedroom. The door was closed, so I knocked and called out, "Supper is ready, Aunt Karen."

"Okay, I'll be there in a couple of minutes," she called back.

"Okay," I said and returned to the kitchen.

I moved the steaks to the table and placed one on each plate just as my phone rang. It was my mom.

"Hi, Mom," I greeted, as I realized I hadn't put cutlery out. I went and grabbed two forks, two butter knives and two steak knives.

"How is it going?" she asked.

"It's been good," I said, unsure that I wanted to say great and make it sound suspicious.

"She hasn't been too rough on you, has she?" Mom asked.

"No, no," I said. "A bit moody though."

"Well, that would be my sister," she said, as I placed the cutlery on the table.

"Actually, she has been giving me some life advice," I said, thinking of my aunt's words on relationships, my possible career, and the many interesting things one could do with cum.

"She has, has she?"

"Yeah, actually she thinks I am a great chef."

"You are a great chef," Mom said.

"She thinks it could be an actual career," I said.

"Now, we've had this conversation about careers before," Mom said, not listening to anything I said, as usual. Then I stopped listening to her as Aunt Karen walked into the kitchen and my eyes went wide and my head went, 'Bazinga!' She wore some kind of lacy red lingerie top that was open and draped along the outsides of those beautiful, bare milk bags. Down below were red, thigh-high stockings attached by suspenders to a red lace garter belt... sans panties. Oh. My. God!

I suddenly realized my mother's droning had stopped, apparently expecting a response, or better yet, another acquiescence to my parents' wisdom. A heavy drop of breast milk fell just then from Auntie's left breast, and it was her words I heard in my head about standing up for myself.

Then she turned around and wiggled her big, beautiful ass at me and I suspect my mother could hear me drooling. Finally, I said, "I know we've talked about 'realistic' careers, but Aunt Karen has already contacted some of the top culinary schools in the world," I argued, "and she thinks she can help me gain entry."

"She does, does she?" Mom asked in a tone that couldn't hide her annoyance.

"Yes, she does," I said, countering her annoyance with absolute lust as Aunt Karen turned back around and sauntered to me. As she did, she pointed to my trunks with a frown, apparently wondering why I'd given up on Nude Day. Of course, she technically had too, but the flimsy things she had on only served to enhance the most important bits that were still gloriously naked. I shrugged and pointed toward the back deck and barbecue; she had said I should protect the family jewels from splattering grease.

"Well, you know your father and I want what is best for you," Mom said, as Aunt Karen went theatrically to her knees, put her hands on my trunks, and yanked them down. My cock sprang out and she licked the full length of my hard shaft.

"Then I need you to actually listen to me," I stressed, as Aunt Karen moved her mouth to my balls.

"I understand," Mom said, although she gave out a little sigh.

"Mom, you doooon't," I responded, as Aunt Karen sucked on my ball which I had never experienced before, and it felt quite good.

"You okay?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, just getting dinner ready and got touched by something hot," I said, as Aunt Karen found my other big ball.

"Is your aunt there?"

"Yeah, she just came in," I said.

"Can I talk to her?"

"Sure. Aunt Karen, it's my mom," I said, handing her my cell.

Karen took it, even as she licked my ball sac. "Hi, Sis."

I couldn't hear Mom's question, but I could guess it had to do with how it was having me there.

"It's been a ball," Aunt Karen answered ironically, as she sucked a ball back into her mouth to let me know her word choice was on purpose.

She slithered her tongue up my shaft while listening, then said, "Just enjoying appetizers before the main course," before she took my cock in her mouth and back out. She then stood up and pointed to her naughtily framed pussy.

I knelt down, moving my hands from her naked upper thighs to her silky sheer hose and back, loving the changes in texture, as she said, "Well, I am not trying to get in the middle of a family discussion, but he is an amazing chef."

I moved my face to her pussy and worked my tongue through the plump labia ... yet another fantasy coming true.

"You do know I have some pretty powerful connections in the culinary world?" Aunt Karen asked, sounding a little annoyed herself.

I listened as I moved my hands around to squeeze the big globes of her ass while I licked between her hot, wet pussy lips... just enjoying the kinky moment as we committed taboo incest while talking to my mom.

"He's already nineteen and an adult," she said. "I mean, he already wasted a year of college doing something he doesn't want to do."

It was nice to have an adult stand up for me. I mean, Mom had too originally, although eventually she'd sided with Dad.

"Hey, I'm just the auntie, my job is to spoil him," she said, as she pulled me up, placed a hand under her left tit and I wordlessly sucked on her big, hard nipple... milk immediately going into my mouth. God, she was indeed spoiling me.

"I just think you have to let him make his own decisions," she continued. "He is an adult. He is a man." As she added that last line, her hand went back to my cock and she slowly stroked it.

As I nursed her tit, she said, "Look, dinner is ready and I'm starving. We can continue this talk later."

"Okay, bye," Aunt Karen said, then handed me the phone, rearranged her lingerie where I had gotten it askew, and went to sit down at the table.

"Hey, Mom," I said.

"We can chat about this later," Mom said.

"Sure," I agreed, "but if Aunt Karen can get me into one of the prestigious culinary schools, I am going. My mind is made up, cooking is really what I want to do."

There was a pause. Then she said, "Okay, your aunt is right. You need to be able to make these decisions without our influence."

"Thanks, Mom, do you mean it?" I asked, as I sat down across from Aunt Karen, who was putting homemade garlic-infused butter in between the steaming halves of her baked potato.

"I do, honey," she said. "I'll talk to your dad."

"Please do," I said, as I felt a foot suddenly resting on my dick.

"Well, you go eat," she said.

"Yeah, I'm quite hungry," I said, looking right at Aunt Karen.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too, Mom," I said and hung up.

"Did that just happen?" I asked.

"What? Getting your balls sucked while talking to your mom, or me convincing your mom in a couple of minutes that you should change careers?"

"Well, both," I said, "not to mention licking your garterbelt-framed pussy, caressing those silky stockings and your big, soft ass, sucking your nipple and trying not to come just from looking at you in this lingerie. If this is what we get on Nude Day, I think we should move it from yearly to monthly."

"Yeah, this has been fun," she said. "You, however, also need to keep the naughty bits properly undressed when not in danger. Maybe a cock ring, but no more."

"Crazy," I laughed, as she moved her foot up and down ever so slowly.

"This spread is amazing," she said, shifting the conversation.

"Your spread is amazing," I said, returning it back to perversion.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," she said.

"With you dressed like that and your foot on my dick?" I pointed out.

"Fair enough," she smiled, as she cut her steak.

Then for the next twenty minutes we ate. Her foot never left my dick, other than to switch feet once, as we chatted mostly about places she had travelled and places I wanted to travel to.

Once done, she said, "Now time for dessert."

"I didn't make any," I said.

She got up and said, "Let's go to my bedroom."

"Okay," I said and stood, hell I nearly came up like a jack-in-the-box, straight up like my poor cock had been for the past thirty minutes.

Auntie took me by the hand and as she led me to her bedroom she said, "You're probably wondering what happened to holding back." I wasn't and said nothing, but she was continuing anyway. "When I was reminded that it was Nude Day, I just knew I wanted you naked. But I also knew there'd be no restraint possible if that happened, so I let my horniness and your big cock choose. Nude Day won." I was liking this holiday more and more.

Once in the bedroom, she led me to her king-sized bed, pushed me onto it and said, as she crawled between my legs, "I know this is wrong. I know I am married, even if things are somewhat rocky. I know you are my sister's kid. I know this is incest and so fucking wrong, but I have to have this cock."

"This big, fat cock," I corrected, as she took it in her hand.

"Yes, this big, fat, aunt-fucking cock," she said, as she cupped my balls. "Jesus! Your fucking balls are huge. I bet you have a gallon of young man cum in here, don't you?"

"I have enough cum to coat that pretty face, splash those milk-filled tits or fill that neglected pussy of yours," I wickedly said.

"You want to what!?" she asked, looking up from between my legs as she rubbed my balls with one hand and stroked my dick with the other. "You want to blow your wad in my fat pussy? God, you're such a fucking pervert. My own sister's son is such a fucking pervert he wants to cum in my married MILF pussy."

Her words were nasty, but playful in tone, and I followed suit. "Yeah, I'd love to nut in you," I said.

"You could knock me up with that big load bubbling in this ball sac," she said, although she sounded turned on by the idea.

"Would you like that, Auntie, would you like to carry my child?" I wickedly asked, this not remotely a kinky idea I'd ever considered until it left my lips.

"You are one bad boy," she said, not responding any further before she changed the topic, "I need to get my dessert."

"I want some dessert too," I said.

"You want to eat your aunt's pussy?" she asked, taking my cock out of her mouth.

"Fuck yeah, I want to munch on that married pussy," I added.

"Well, you should get dessert too," she said, as she knelt up and slid her hands up her silky sheer legs, across the gap of naked thigh flesh, and pulled open her swollen labia, showing me her hot, pink interior.

"Oh, what a dream, "I said.

"I know you like pantyhose too, but tonight you need quick access to your mom's sister's cunt," she wickedly said, the 'c' word so nasty coming out of her mouth.

"I can't argue with that logic," I smiled, as she pushed me completely onto my back.

"I'm going to sit on your face and then devour your big fat cock," she said, standing up on the bed and shucking her lingerie top before turning around and lowering her big ass and wet pussy onto my face.

"God, I've wanted to eat this pussy forever," I said, as she lowered herself on me... the brief sample I'd had in the kitchen was just a tantalizing tease.

"The lesbians love this pussy," she said, which made my cock twitch against her approaching lips. "Oh, you like that idea, do you? So does your uncle, he loves to hear about the lady lovers I take to fill the times when he's away on exercises or whatever."

The idea she had lesbian encounters added to her wicked aura as I leaned up and licked between her very wet pussy lips.

Then, we both pleasured each other... slowly. She swirled her tongue around my cock head teasingly, likely knowing that if she bobbed like the cock sucker she could be, I would nut in just a couple of minutes and that may have been a generous assessment. Meanwhile, I slowly explored in-between her pussy lips.

I had eaten a few pussies, more than girls had sucked me, and I had always made them cum, but I had never eaten a pussy in this position. It was a little awkward, made my neck a little sore and I wasn't sure how good a job I was doing. The distraction of also getting my dick sucked at the same time may also have hindered my pussy licking ability.

Just as I was wondering if I was doing a good enough job, she took a breath and said, "Oh yeah, eat my pussy, get that tongue right fucking in there."

She then returned to sucking my dick.

Her encouragement made me eager to do exactly as I was told, and I doubled down on my efforts, probing her pussy with my tongue like a flexible dick.

Aunt Karen began sucking my cock faster as I licked and probed and instantly I felt my balls bubbling.

I moaned into her box about a minute later, "Gonna come, Auntie," and like last time she didn't lose a beat as she continued her hungry, cock sucking extraction.

"Mmmmmm," she purred and was soon rewarded with my nut, which she swallowed completely.

About a minute later, "Time for your dessert," and then she put her hands on my legs and sat up... suddenly completely sitting on my face.

I became instantly a bit claustrophobic, but I focused on what I was doing, closing my eyes and licking.

"I'm going to ride your face and come all over it," she said, although her voice was muffled a little as each of her legs was up against an ear.

As she began moving her hips, I just lay there, stuck out my tongue and allowed myself to get face fucked.

It was exhilarating and strange, just being used for someone else's pleasure. I heard her say, "Oh yeah, I love riding this face." "Maybe I'll ride your big fat cock next." "Oh yeah, I'm going to nut all over your face, nephew." "Fuck yeah, keep that tongue extended, keep that tongue extended."

She was really grinding on my face now, her wetness coating me before I felt a massive gush all over my face and she stopped grinding and trembled uncontrollably, making me shake uncontrollably.

I instinctively resumed lapping, getting as much of her pussy juice into my mouth as I could.

"Oh fuck," she said, as she rolled off me about a minute later."

"You taste delicious," I said.

"I do, don't I?" she said, not egotistically, just matter-of-factly.

"I'll eat your pussy any time you want," I said, my face soaked in her wetness.

"Oh yeah, you will, you are the man of the house," she smiled.

"Yeah, I am," I nodded, sitting up.

"So, these udders need some milk extracted from them," she said, as she sat back against her leather headboard. "Think you can assist with that?"

"Absolutely," I nodded. Duh, does a kid want ice cream?

"Come lay down, baby," she said, although I wasn't sure if she meant baby as a term of endearment or baby as in a baby. Regardless, I didn't give a fuck... I just wanted to suck.

As I did, she asked, "And why, Nephew, do you want to suck on my tits?"

"Your titties are just so fucking huge, so heavy and so full," I said, nestling myself under her heaving jugs.

"Yeah, you really love your aunt's milk-leaking titties, don't you?" she asked, actually slapping my face with both her heavy pillows.

"Yes, I love them so much," I admitted, opening my mouth in anticipation.

"What will you do to get these milk-filled jugs in your hungry mouth?" she asked, again slapping my face with them.

"Anything you want, Mommy," I said, remembering how she had called herself Mommy during an earlier session and deciding to turn the taboo factor up even higher.

"Do you want to suck on Mommy's tits?" she asked. "They are so fucking full."

"Please Mommy, I need to suck all that creamy milk," I whined, as the hard nipples kept eluding my hungry lips.

"Okay, baby boy," she said, "suck on Momma's nipple and get that milk out."

As she offered me her big, hard nipple, I opened my mouth and started nursing.

"Oh yes, you hungry boy, get all that milk," she purred in a soft, motherly voice.

I sucked on it, making swallowing sounds as I felt my cheeks inflate and deflate.

"Yes, once you've got my tits not aching from the excessive milk, I am going to suck that juicy young cock back to hardness and then you are going to pound my neglected pussy in my marital bed," she announced, making my dick twitch even in its semi-soft state.

"Oh yeah, you are going to fuck my tits, pound me from behind and I'm going to ride you like a fucking trampoline," she added, as my head spun with the promise of fucking my voluptuous aunt.

After about thirty more seconds, she pulled her still leaking feeding nipple from my mouth and asked, "Do you really want to fuck your aunt, Joey?"

"Yes," I admitted, as she moved her other milk-filled tit towards me.

"You can do better than that, baby," she purred. "Tell me what you want to do to your mommy's sister."

"I want to suck this tit dry, then watch you slobber on my big, fat cock with the wettest blow job ever, before I fuck these fat jugs and then slam your pussy in your marital bed until I unload inside you," I wickedly listed off everything I wanted to do to her.

Apparently satisfied with that response, she offered me her other tit and I latched on as she asked, "You really want to dump a load of your semen in my unprotected womb? You really want these huge fucking titties to be filled with milk forever?"

"Mmmmmmm," I replied, sucking that milk out.

"Oh yeah, only a real nasty auntie fucker would want to cum a big, massive load in her fertile cunt," she wickedly said, as her hand went to my again growing dick... after an ever so short resting reprieve.

Then for a couple of minutes she just ever-so-slowly stroked my cock and teased my cock head while I savoured her homemade milk.

"I need this cock," she said, as she gently pushed me off her and got off the bed.

"Come here, I want to be on my knees while I worship your youthful cock," she said.

I didn't need to be told twice as her jugs dangling down hid almost the entire red lingerie. "Fuck, I love your fucking jugs," I said, getting off the bed.

"And I love that big fat cock, now give it to me," she demanded with lustful urgency.

"This cock?" I asked, as I moved my dick and traced her pretty red lips.

"Yes, this cock," she said, grabbing it. "And while you are here this is my cock, is that understood?"

"Y-y-yeah," I stammered as she tugged a little hard.

"And these are my balls," she added, cupping my boys.

"All yours and everything inside," I smiled.

She spit on my cock. "Let's get this family fucker nice and wet."

"Yeah, get that cock all wet, Aunt Karen," I ordered, as she devoured it whole and then backed off.

"You want me to spit all over your cock? You want your big-titty aunt to do that?" she questioned wickedly.

As she stroked and spit on her new play toy again, I answered, "Oh yeah, drench that shit."

"Look, Joey, your mom's sister is slobbering over your fat cock," she said, as she devoured it and then spit on it again.

"Yeah, show me how much of an incestuous slut you are for your nephew's dick," I confidently said.

"You like using me as your slut, don't you?" she asked, as she pumped my hard, wet cock.

"Yeah, and you love being your nephew's cum dump, don't you?" I countered.

"Oh, you nasty boy," she purred, stroking my cock and spitting on it more, "calling your mom's married sister a cum dump."

"Well, you love my cum," I pointed out.

"I love how fucking big your cock feels in my hand," she said, stroking it with her wet saliva as lube.

"Yeah, that is something we have in common," I said, looking down at her. "We both like big things."

"Big things that have creamy treats inside," she added.

"Yeah, creamy," I said, as she gave me a very wet hand job. I was actually worried I might come again as this was a very sensual feeling... so much better than jerking myself off.

"What turns you on more?" she asked, spitting on my dick again. "That I'm your mom's sister, or that I'm married?"

"Shit," I groaned, her hand and fingers like magic. "While both are hot, I can't deny the fact that you are my mom's sister is absolutely hot as fuck."

"Yes, it is," she purred. "But I'd love for Jake to see what he's driven me to, to realize what a sexy slut his wife can be for another man if he won't do his duty."

"I don't imagine he'd be any too happy with me," I said, knowing full well the soldier could break me in two.

"Especially when he realized how much longer and fatter your cock is than his," she said, spitting on my cock again. "Plus, you reload so quick."

"And I shoot buckets," I added.

"Oh yeah, you do," she said, taking my cock back in and out of her mouth a few, fast times. "And you love watching me eat your fucking cum, don't you?" she gasped at a pause.

"Oh yeah, you also look so good drenched in my cum," I added.

"So, do you want to shoot your sperm all over me?" she asked. "Is that what you want?"

"No, this next load is going so deep in your fucking twat that you will be knocked up before the night ends," I said perversely.

"You really want to knock up your mom's married sister?" she questioned.

"Oh yeah, fuck, you need this load in your pussy," I said, even as she moved closer on her knees and put my cock between her big tits.

"But first, let's make another fantasy of yours come true," she said. "Come fuck my tits."

She then spit between her globes of flesh as she squeezed my cock between them. My dick all wet, I just began pumping my cock between my aunt's huge jugs.

"Oh yeah, Joey, fuck my tits, fuck my milk-filled baby feeders, pump that fat cock between my married jugs," she nastily rambled off with such utter perversion she made porn stars sound innocent.

"Shit, Auntie, I'm going to give you so much cum these next few weeks," I promised.

"Oh yeah, every load you fucking shoot from now on goes in or on me," she said.

"Or in your coffee," I added, as she held her breasts together so I could smoothly fuck them.

"Oh yeah, every morning that first load is my coffee creamer," she said.

"Of course," I agreed, enjoying watching myself fuck these perfect 34H tits.

After about a minute, she asked, "So are you going to fuck me or what?"

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you," I said, pulling her up, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her.

I think this surprised her more than all the kinky shit we'd done, but after a moment she started kissing me back and slowly pushed me back to the bed.

She then pushed me onto the bed. "How do you want to fuck your auntie first?" she asked.

"Get on all fours, I want to give you deep, hard back shots," I said.

"Mmmmmm, I like a man who knows what he wants," she said, as she got into position, moving a pillow to rest under her arms.

"And I want you," I said, sounding corny.

"Slam that big, fat cock in your auntie's pussy, Joey," she pleaded as I moved behind her and squeezed her big ass cheeks.

"Such a great ass," I complimented.

"Don't tease me, Joey, I need that fat cock pounding my pussy right fucking now," she demanded, looking back at me.

"Anything for you," I smiled, bringing that promise back as I slid my dick into her excessive wetness.

"Oooooh, yes, give me all that cock," she moaned loudly.

"Fuck, you're so wet and tight," I groaned, as my entire shaft disappeared between her ass cheeks.

"Other than your dick briefly earlier, nothing other than fingers and toys have been in me in over eleven months," she said.

"That is a shame and a waste," I said, as I began to slowly pump my dick back and forth. "If I was your man there wouldn't go a day without you getting dicked good."

"I plan to work this dick over so hard the rest of this summer," she said, as she seemed to somehow tighten her pussy around my cock.

"Oooooh, you will be getting half a dozen loads a day," I promised.

"Only six?" she asked.

"Well, we have to set a minimum," I smiled, as I continued smooth strokes in her pussy.

"Harder, Joey, slam that dick and body into me," she demanded, after about a minute of slow, smooth, methodical strokes. "Own this married pussy."

"Oh yeah, this is my married pussy now," I said, as I moved my hands to her hips and began slamming into her... my body colliding into hers with each hard, deep thrust.

"Oh, that's it, baby, hammer my hole, pound my married pussy, give me all that fucking incestuous cock my sister made," she said with about as much nastiness as a sentence could ever have.

"Fuck, this is a dream come true," I groaned, as I really reamed her from behind.

"Not until you come in me," she moaned, as I could see the sides of her tits swaying as I fucked her... yet I suddenly realized I wanted to see those jugs sway and bounce.

"Ride me," I ordered, pulling out.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to give you the ride of your life," she said, as I lay down and she straddled my rock-hard missile.

She grabbed my dick and lowered her big caboose on it and then leaned forward, her massive tits swaying before me.

Soon she was sitting on my dick and she read my mind and said, "Yeah, they are huge. You probably want me to make 'em bounce around while you watch your Momma's sister ride you."

"Oh yeah, I do," I said, as she began riding me and her juggernaut tits began bouncing all over the place.

"Just sit there and watch your auntie's tits so full of milk bounce and jiggle while I ride your big, fat, auntie-fucking cock," she said, looking right at me.

"Yes, fuck yourself on my dick, Auntie, show me how much your married cunt wants to be bred by your young nephew," I said, countering her nastiness with a bit of my own.

"Oh yeah, you nasty boy, is this what you fucking want, Joey? A horny auntie who will do anything for her sister's son's big fat cock and his big loads?" she responded, upping the ante of inappropriateness.

"Yes, my sexy slut," I nodded, as I squeezed her tits and milk leaked out. "I want you to be my freeuse fuck toy."

"Freeuse?" she moaned, as she rode me.

"Yeah, I can freely use you as my fuck toy anytime, anywhere," I explained.

"So, you could just walk up and shove your dick in my mouth while I'm watching television?" she asked.

"Exactly," I nodded.

"Or you can walk into the shower while I'm all soaped up, bend me against the wall and slide your big pecker in me?" she continued with a moan, as her tits were really bouncing wildly.

"Now you're getting the picture."

"Or even spread my legs and eat out my pussy while I'm on Zoom with your mom or grandmother?" she added, as she cupped her tits and squeezed, spraying milk on me.

"Oh fuck, that is so nasty," I moaned, my grandmother not yet mentioned in this kinkfest.

"Yeah, I bet Nana would love your big cock," she said, "maybe your mother too."

"Oh, fuck yeah," I moaned, her wickedness impossible to compete with.

She leaned down and said, "Suck on my nipples, fuck boy."

I took her nipple back in my mouth while moving to be the one doing the fucking by pumping my ass up to slam her.

"Oh yeah, incest lover, fuck your aunt, fuck me while sucking my milk-filled titties," she encouraged.

"Mmmmmm, you love being my incestuous slut, don't you?" I asked as I went from one tit to the other.

"Oh yeah, Joey, I want to be your cock sucker, your fuck toy, your cum dump," she listed off, moaning as I cupped her tits, sucked her nipples and fucked her all at the same time... some pretty impressive multi-tasking for a young guy if I do say so myself.

"Shit, you nasty nephew fucker," I moaned after swallowing my mouthful of sweet milk.

"Actually, you're an auntie fucker," she corrected. "I'm just a nephew fuck toy."

"Then let me really fuck you," I said, this position quite tiring. "Get on your back, I'm going to fucking pound you and watch those tits flop."

"Okay," she said, rolling off of me and spreading those thick legs, "but get that cock back in my pussy right fucking now."

"What pussy?" I asked, moving between her legs and pausing to run my hands up and down her silky sheer legs.

"My married pussy, fuck my married pussy, fill it up with your cum," she said with lust as I slapped her clit with my cock head.

"That's better," I said, loving seeing her so horny, so desperate for my dick.

"Fucking shove that snake in my tight cunt now," she demanded.

I did and she wrapped her legs around me as I began pumping her pussy.

"Later, I'll let you fuck my stocking-clad feet and come all over them," she said.

"Mmmmmm, that is a hot fucking idea," I said, as I watched her tits sway all over the place as I fucked her.

"Yes, fuck this married cunt, pound your mom's sister's pussy, and hammer your grandmother's daughter's twat," she wickedly said, her moans getting louder.

"Shit, you look so hot with my big, fat cock in your pussy," I moaned, in awe of my current reality.

"Yeah, you have fantasized about this forever, haven't you?' she asked.

"Forever," I responded.

"Then fucking show me," she demanded, "don't make love to me, fuck me, fuck your aunt."

"Yeah, you want it rough?" I asked.

"Fucking pound me, give me that dick, hate fuck me," she wickedly said.

And I began pounding her as hard as I could, each deep thrust making her entire body shake and making her moan wildly.

"Yeah, like that, just like that," she said, looking up at me with a lustful daze.

"So good," I moaned, reveling in the incestuous debauchery.

"Oh yeah, give it to me, baby, give your auntie all that taboo dick," she moaned, as I pounded her as hard as I could.

"You want this load in your unprotected pussy?" I asked, as I backed out completely and spread her legs wide.

"Put that dick back in my pussy, right fucking now," she demanded "and breed your auntie's twat. Come inside her on your marital bed."

"Yeah, who owns this pussy?" I asked, slapping her clit three times with my dick.

"You do, you do, now slam that cock back in my fucking pussy, right fucking now!" she demanded with desperation.

"You mean, My! ... Fucking! ... Pussy!" I said, slamming into her with each word, as I held her spread open by the ankles so I could admire her entire body as I literally staked my claim of ownership over all the succulent acreage laid out in front of me.

"Oh fuck, you nasty bastard, harder, fuck me harder, give me all that fucking cock," she moaned, even as I did exactly what she demanded. A couple of dozen more deep, hard strokes, her tits bouncing all over the place, milk leaking, her moans getting wilder and her talk nastier before she was about to come. "Oh yes, auntie fucker, hammer my hole." "Shit, I love big, hard, fat nephew cock." "Breed your auntie in her marital bed and impregnate your cock-hungry slut."

"Yeah, you want my baby juice?" I asked, knowing she was about to come and I wasn't far behind her.

"Yes, fill me up with your cum, knock me up, give me all that incestuous fucking baby juice," she demanded with absolute urgency.

"Come for me, slut, come right fucking now," I demanded, looking into her eyes and her desperate lustful look.

"Oh fuck, fuck, you nasty auntie fuuuuuucker!" she screamed as her orgasm hit.

Fuck, it was beautiful. She looked so radiant as she let go and came.

"Jesus Christ," she mumbled, her body quaking, her tits shaking, as my load was about to erupt inside her.

"Oh, fuck," I barked a few seconds later and without warning began to pump my seed inside her.

"Yes, impregnate me, you nasty aunt fucker!" she screamed, my load filling her up seeming to enhance the orgasm currently going through her.

"Oh yeah, take it all, my incestuous cum dump," I grunted, as I pumped every drop of my load in her.

"Yes, don't stop, give me every drop of that baby juice," she said.

I didn't stop for another minute before I pulled out and then rolled onto my back beside her.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped.

"Oh fuck, is right," she said.

About two minutes later, her phone rang. "Oh, fuck," we both groaned, then laughed.

"We are not done yet," she said, as she rolled off the bed. After two steps she stopped and turned to face me with legs spread wide. "Ooh, your cum is oozing out of me." I couldn't believe how raunchy she looked, leaking like a well-used whore.

Then she walked to the dresser where she must have put her phone at some point. "Hey, Mom," she greeted, as she walked back to me and scooped some of the cum that was leaking out of her and put it in her mouth. "Just spending time with your grandson."

I smiled at her words as she got back on the bed and moved her nylon-clad foot up and down my leg as she rested against me. "Yeah, we just had supper. It was the best sausage I have ever had."

My eyes went wide at her naughty innuendo.

"He is an amazing cock," she added, garbling the last word a bit, as her hand went to my slowly shrinking dick, and I wondered if my grandma heard cook or cock. Well, so far, both seemed to be amazing as far as my aunt was concerned and what more could a horny chef hope for?

"Sure, here he is," Aunt Karen said, as she handed me her phone and bent down and took my dick back in her mouth... fuck this woman was insatiable.

"Hi, Nana," I greeted with a barely disguised moan and had a ten-minute conversation with her while Auntie sucked on my balls and cock, then spun around onto her ass and rubbed her nylon-clad feet up and down my slowly recovering shaft.

"Dessert is ready," Auntie called out, before spreading her legs wide. I said goodnight to Nana then handed my libidinous aunt the phone before eagerly crawling between her thick thighs.

"Yes, he is having homemade pie for dessert," Aunt Karen said. "He's been feeding me so well that I had to show him his aunt could also cook up something delicious." She continued to chat for a good fifteen minutes, while I slowly feasted on the most delicious, most decadent peach pie I'd ever tasted.

Once she hung up, she grabbed my head and ordered, "Oh, God, enough of that slow tease, you have me so fucking hot - eat that cunt for real now, baby!"

I dove in and found the long buildup really did have her on the edge because as soon as I shoved three fingers up inside that hot cunt and began nursing on her fat clit the way I loved doing on her fat nipples, she was bucking underneath me and rewarding me with more of her bodily fluids. Certainly not as warm and sweet as her abundant milk, but just as fucking good in its own way and I sucked up as much of her gushing pussy juice as I could.

Her cum also had the same effect on me as her breastmilk, bringing my cock back to full force and full need and for the next hour I fucked her in a half dozen positions, with bouts of pussy eating and tit sucking in between. We finished spooning on our sides, my cock deep inside her and my arm reaching over to milk her udders, switching between pinching and pulling on her sensitive nipples and squeezing so that milk sprayed on the sheet in front of her until she was once again rocking in climax and I could finally let go of my own long-delayed orgasm, firing another load of baby batter deep inside her incestuous cunt.

Finally spent, we lay there, my dick in her for a good five minutes before she said, "So, you enjoyed celebrating Nude Day?"

"The way you practice it?" I gave a gentle snap of one of her garter suspenders against her upper thigh. "Hell, yes."

"So, starting now, every day is Nude Day."

"With your special touches?" I asked, caressing back and forth over the lacy edge of her stocking top between the soft naked skin of her upper thigh and the silky smoothness of her covered leg.

"Of course," she said, as she rolled over and kissed me.

I kissed her back and for the next couple of minutes we made out like real lovers.

"Sorry, I really need to go pee," I said.

"When you get back, do you think you have enough in you to fuck me one more time before I give in to sleep?"

"Well," I hemmed, "you've drained me pretty good; I may need some extra encouragement. And if I do, I'm not going to want to have to go to my own bed after. In fact, either way, I think I'll be sleeping in here from now on."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she smiled, kissing me again.

"Good," I said with a smile, as I stood up to go to the washroom.

"And Nephew," Auntie said from behind me, "as far as 'extra encouragement'..."

I turned back to the bed to find she had rolled back over onto her other side, facing away from me, though she was up on her elbow so she could look at me over her shoulder. She reached her other arm back over her hip and worked her hand between her meaty ass cheeks, lifting the upper to expose her pussy, the lips clearly swollen and shiny with her juices and my leaking jizz. She extended her middle finger and ran its tip around and in between her labia, then brought it up to her butthole and began rubbing our combined juices all over the wrinkled barrier, finally pressing through into her anus.

"See anything encouraging?" she leered, making my flaccid member pulse with new signs of life.

Shit, this was going to be a wild summer.

THE END