the most beautiful woman walked up and put her groceries on the conveyor belt. She was older, maybe in her mid-30s, with a heavy set of full, round breasts hugged tightly by her crop top. Her nipples peered through the thin material, exposing how round they were.
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My mom and I had been arguing for years. Just turning 21 wasn't as easy for me as it was for my friends. While their parents had helped them get into college and pay for their dates and vacations, I had to work to help put food on the table for my mom and me. I didn't earn much, but it was enough to buy groceries a few times per month.
My mom and I never really got along. When I got older, we had so many arguments about my staying out late and what I was going to do with my future. She didn't want me to go away to college because she needed help back home. So I stayed. But the arguments never stopped. “How did I end up with such a lazy son? You're just as bad as your father,” she would shout as she drank vodka straight from the bottle.
“If you're going to lounge around and not try to help around more,e then you should just get the hell out”. She threatened to put me out 3 times before, but that night was the last straw. She knew I didn't have any money, anywhere to go. She wanted my help, but somehow wanted me to feel like I needed her.
I left without a second thought. Thankfully, I did have somewhere to go. After my father died, my mother tried to keep me away from his side of the family. But a few weeks ago, while I was bagging groceries for another customer, the most beautiful woman walked up and put her groceries on the conveyor belt. She was older, maybe in her mid-30s, with a heavy set of full, round breasts hugged tightly by her crop top. Her nipples peered through the thin material, exposing how round they were.
The yoga pants she wore highlighted the firmness of her peach-shaped ass. Her curves flowed flawlessly. She put her Gatorade and Life Water to be rung up, and as I bagged her items, she stared at me intensely and said," Are you Paul’s son.. Paul Bridger?” Umm mmm, yes, " I stammered. “Oh my god, honey, how are you, you're his spitting image”. There was a visible look of confusion on my face as she clarified. “I'm your aunt Beth.. The last time I saw you, you were only as tall as my legs... but look at how tall you are now!” She gave me her business card with her number and promised that if I ever needed anything, I should call her.
I watched her ass sway side to side, each cheek jiggling up and down as she left the store and stared at the card she handed me. It read “Beth Foster, Jones Day LLP, Paris ”.
I looked at her number saved on my phone and gave her a ring.
“Hello?”
I don't know why I was so surprised she answered, but when I explained my situation, she was more understanding than I could have thought. She told me that she would send her husband to pick me up and that I could spend a few days with them until we could figure out a plan.
When I arrived, I was shocked at how big their house was. I guess with her being a lawyer and him being an investment banker, they made nice money. Still, the house was bigger than any I’d ever been in before.
She showed me to the guest room, and that night, I finally got the first good sleep I'd had in a while.
The next morning, I woke up and walked towards their bedroom to see if they were up and able to talk. Their door was wide open, and I didn't see anyone inside, but as I got closer, I heard the shower on. I walked closer and saw it was just Aunt Beth, alone in their expansive shower.
I tried not to linger, but the moment felt like it froze. Although some of the glass was foggy, I could see her full double D breasts sway as she bobbled back and forth, lathering each perfect porcelain white tit with her soap.
The water flowed gracefully from her neck down to the curves on her breasts and rested on her tits before dropping to the floor below. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help thinking how much I wanted to grab a fistful of her big tits and knead them in my fingertips, feeling the weight of her chest.
I left unseen and went down to the kitchen to wait for her to finish.
Her husband, Jerry, was coming up the steps as I was going down to the kitchen, and said
” He's heading to work, let your aunt know I love her and won't be home until after the meeting with the board.”
I nodded and watched as he drove his Mercedes out of the circular driveway and into the distance.
Beth came down an hour later to see that I had made waffles with some supplies I found in the kitchen. “Ohh, they smell delicious,” she said as she walked into the kitchen with a low-cut top so revealing that I could see most of her cleavage.
My eyes widened, and I could feel the soldier in my pants start to come to life. “Well, someone's happy this morning,” she said with a smirk as she stared at my tool, which was so stiff the tip poked out of my pants.
“Why don't you go upstairs and take care of that? There's some lotion in my closet”.
I couldn't believe my aunt was so forward, but she was probably right.
I went upstairs, found the lotion, and started to jerk off on my bed. I started to stroke myself,lf thinking about salivating all over her beautiful tits.
A few minutes into jerking myself off, the door flew open, and Beth came in looking confused. She looked at me and said oh sorry, I thought you would've finished by now." I was going to ask if there were any more blueberry pancakes since there was only one left.
Uhh, no, I stammered, but before I could finish thinking, she said: “You know you're not even stroking it the right way?”
“Huh”, I said confused? “Would you like me to show you?” I didn't know what to say, but she came closer and closer to my hardening penis.
“Here, let me help you.” She spat on her hands and said, "You should do it like this, see how I move my fingers.”
She stroked my shaft up and down, swirling her fingers as if kneading dough, alternating between a soft and hard grip.
She said,” I know you've been staring at my tits, is this what you wanted all along, you dirty little boy?”
The pleasure was incredible as she used her other hand to begin to massage my balls.
“Look at your innocent face.. Do you like your aunt stroking your big dick, baby? ”
I nodded and told her that if she kept stroking me like that, I was going to cum soon.
“Is that so? Let's see how much you can cum for me, little boy … Shoot a big load for me, okay.”
She put more spit on my dick and stroked faster and faster as if she were trying to milk the cum out of me.
“Cum for me, baby, I want it all.”
My toes curled as I shot a load of cum all on her hands, and a drop fell onto her cheek near her mouth. She licked the cum from the corner of her mouth and got up, and said that we should both go shower.
Later that night, I got up at 2 am to grab a drink of water. I saw her husband’s car in the driveway, which meant he was probably home.
As I made my way back upstairs and was about to pass their room, I heard a loud soft moan.
The door was open, and when I peeked in, I saw Aunt Beth on her knees while her husband sat in a chair facing away from me. She held his dick in her hand as she bobbed up and down, using her tongue to trace every inch of his cock.
Her bare breast swayed side to side, and up and down as she sloppily sucked his dick while playing with his ballssack.
“Oh my god, Beth, this feels amazing. What's gotten into you?”
“I just want to show you… mmm… how much I love sucking dick.”
Just then, Aunt Beth locked her eyes with me. Her gaze shifted away from his dick and onto me.
She looked me up and down while she continued to give him a sloppy blowjob with spit bubbles foaming from her mouth, accumulating at the base of his dick.
She locked her eyes with me as she began to suck even harder.
Although she was sucking his dick, her eyes focused on me as though it was my dick she wanted to be sucking then.
She fondled his balls roughly, really grabbing them and shoved his dick to the back of her throat using her tongue to swirl around it.
She felt and traced every vein of his dick and then stuck her tongue inside his penish hole while using her lips to suck the shaft even more.
He let out a loud gasp as he released his cum in the back of her throat.
She took all his cum while deepthroating his dick, pumping globs of sticky white semen to the back of her throat.
As she backed off his penis, she opened her mouth and looked me in the eyes, showing me the load before she swirled her tongue around her lips, grabbed the last bit of cum from his dick, and swallowed. Sucked her fingers with the last bit of his cum on them.
I left and went to my room to think. To think about what had been going on and what I had gotten myself into. But then my mind drifted to thoughts of Beth and her beautiful tits swaying back and forth as she sucked her husband’s cock. I couldn't fight the urge, but I began to jerk off thinking about her blowjob.
A few moments later, I heard a knock on the door before she pushed it open.
“Did you like the show?”
She said with a seductive look in her eyes. She dropped her robe, exposing her full breasts still damp from the saliva of her previous blowjob.
She came forward and lowered herself onto the bed and said:
“It wasn't right for me to leave you unsatisfied there, look at how hard you are from watching me suck his dick… I think you deserve a little more than just a show”.
She came closer to me and spat on my dick and slid her moist, warm breast over my dick, covering it completely. “How do they feel?”
I could hardly respond before she began moving her tits up and down, stroking my dick with an amazing sensation I had never felt before.
The softness and tenderness of her boobs caressing my cock, combined with the thought that she just sucked her husband off and might do the same to me, got me even more excited.
Her round areolas were soft as I grabbed her boobs, massaging them as she squeezed my dick between them.
She looked into my eyes and told me not to cum yet; she had other plans for me.
I ran my fingers through her loose hair and grabbed the roots as she stroked my dick faster and faster with her magnificent boobs massaging my dick as it had never been massaged before.
I was so close. Her nipples touched one another and my dick as she circled and rubbed them on my cock in different motions.
The veins in my dick began to twitch. I felt so close, and was about to blow what felt like the biggest load.
“BETH!”
Her husband shouted as he approached the door, and a look of terror and panic rushed before our eyes.