A strange thought occured to me. I pulled my fingers out and licked one of them. The taste was interesting, unlike anything I’d ever tasted before. I decided to try it directly from the source. My lips parted, my tongue teased the opening of her pussy. I felt her react. Sliding my tongue inside, I curled it just past the boned roof of the entrance. This time she really reacted. The more I played with this spot, the more goo. I gave my tongue one hard thrust directly into this place and a suddenly gushed into her vaginal cavity. I lapped all of it up that I could get my tongue to.
I couldn’t take anymore. With crude and unpracticed movements I crawled up Aunt Barbara’s body. The bulbous head of my shaft just touched her pussy lips and it went crazy. Before I could even think about it my hips thrust forward. I began to drool, my nose began to run and I nearly hyperventilated. Her pussy swallowed my cock whole. The soft, wet, warm walls wrapped around my member and clenched tightly around it. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing and so I didn’t position myself to withdraw my cock enough to give it a good, long thrust. Instead I began short, abbreviated little thrusts into her. My balls slapped her ass with each thrust. I grunted and snorted. My chest was pressed against her fat titts. My jaw jutted outward and I began pumping faster and harder. I felt my own orgasm approaching again. More thrusts later and it hit. I think I shouted something. I don’t know what I shouted but it was loud. Aunt Barbara lay there all but unconcious. Suddenly she let out a loud gasp. I felt a flood of her juices gushing over and around my member. In my attempt to roll off of her I accidently thrust deep into her one last time. Her pussy lips sealed tightly around the base of my shaft burped a gush of her juices and my jizz.
I rolled onto my back. Was it possible for a kid my age to have a heart attack? I couldn’t catch my breath. Finally my pulse calmed enough that I could organize my thoughts. The guilt started to return then I got a look at my Aunt’s left hand. The sparkling rock caused my cock to stir again. I wasn’t studying anything like guilt. I was way too into this right now. Slowly I pried her engagement ring off. It sparked another reaction from my cock. I vaguely remembered seeing something I’d seen in a porno mag. Rolling off the bed I lifted her legs and drug her body to the edge of the bed. I draped her legs over my shoulders and began positioning my cock.
Aunt Barbara’s pussy eagerly swallowed my shaft whole. She grunted then whimpered as I began hammering her. From this position it occured to me when I pulled back to withdraw further. She reacted as soon as I began the process. Just leaving the head of my rod inside her then thrusting forward, Aunt Barbara’s pussy bulged as I cock filled her sweet married pussy. I played with her clit as I pounded away. I felt her legs tense as they hung easily over my back. I began playing with her wedding band, twirling it around and around with my thumb and forefinger. I found myself sneering with each thrust. I don’t know where it came from but I began slamming my rod deep into my favorite aunt. I felt such anger and rage. Taking a titt in each hand I began to knead my fingers deep into the heavy sacs. Taking the nipples between my thumb and forefingers I tugged and twisted. I looked back later and still couldn’t describe it but I was so angry at her. I felt her cum again around my shaft and this time I didn’t care. I pounded her over and over again. Finally I felt my own jizz building. I gave her one last massive thrust, buried my shaft to the hilt and planted my seed into her. Whatever the knub inside her was the head of my shaft was slammed against it. I gave her titts a slap and watch one slide across and slap against her other sac like a wave of fatty tissue.
I was so fucking pissed. I felt like a man for the first time ever and I was filled with a nigh on blind rage. Yanking my shaft out of my aunt I stepped back. My teeth were clenched and I felt our combined cum dripping on my foot. I looked in my hand and stared at her wedding set.
“MY wedding set, you fucking BITCH”, I hissed. I couldn’t control the anger I was feeling. It was almost like I was posessed.