Great Aunt

My aunt Lila, my mom's baby sister, came along late in my grandparent's lives. She's 14 years younger than mom and as I grew up, it seemed that Lila was always out of favor with the rest of the family (which I'll admit is a little tight-assed).

One night when I was about 16, I happened to be talking to Dad when he'd had too many glasses of wine with dinner and a stiff brandy afterward. I sort of slid in sideways to the question of why the rest of the family always looked askance at Aunt Lila, who was about 30 then and really knocked my eye out every time I looked at her.

"She's a hopeless cocksucker," Dad sighed. "Always getting involved with the wrong guys, see, and embarrassing us. Why, just last year, she got caught blowing the security guard at the bank where she works, in the president's office on lunch hour. She's always getting women mad at her by getting caught with their husband's cocks in her mouth. Just a hopeless cocksucker."

Of course, being a healthy sixteen year old, I whacked off about four or five times that night, thinking about aunt Lila smoking my pole.

It was several months before I had a chance to be alone with Lila. It was summer and she was on vacation from her job but not going away. She was going to spend the time fixing up the house she'd just bought and I was going to help.

Thank God for alcohol. We were both working hard, stripping old wallpaper, and sweating like field hands. I was wearing only gym shorts and she was in shorts and a halter and I gotta tell you, she looked fucking good. Her tits are about average size but really perky and well-shaped. Her ass is just the least bit wider than it has to be but, like my ol' grandpappy used to say, good cushion makes good pushin'.

So we're really working hard and stop for a beer break. Aunt Lila guzzled two or three Miller Highlifes and so did I. We sat on the floor and started talking. She slowly worked her way through a couple more beers and soon our conversation was all over the place.

"What you gotta do as you grow up, Teddy," she said, "is control your impulses. Like me, I've got an impulse that I've never been able to control and it's gotten me nothing but trouble since I was about your age."

"And what's that, Aunt Lila?" I said.

"Oh, well," she said, "it's embarrassing. Just trust me, you need to control your urges. Especially sexual ones."

I slacked off on the subject just long enough for her to drink most of another beer. I could see her inhibitions weakening. I softly led her back to the subject of her sexual urges and persisted until she finally loosened up enough.

"All right," she said, "What the hell, you're family. I'll tell you. I just can't get enough of sucking cock. I absolutely love it, the feel of the cock in my mouth, the taste of a nut sack, the way guys fuck my face, mmmm mmmm, it's just the most wonderful thing. And when somebody ejaculates in my mouth and I swallow it and keep on sucking, oh my, well, Teddy, I don't mind admitting that it's making my wet just talking about it."

"Sounds like fun," I said. "So what's the problem?"

"Well, I just can't get enough. I like it sooo much, I find myself sucking off married men or men too young or in public places or just anything, if there's a cock to be sucked, I just have no control and it causes scandal. I guess I ought to look into some kind of therapy."

I swallowed hard and decided to go for it. I stood and dropped my shorts.

"What you're saying," I said, trying to control the tremble in my teenaged voice, "is that you'd suck this cock, right here and now."

"Oh, my goodness," she said, her eyes getting bigger, "I'd never had thought a guy your age would be so hung. Have you measured?"

"Almost 8 inches," I said. I know all these porno guys swing a foot and more but I've only ever seen a few cocks bigger than mine in the showers and school and I know for sure that none of my buddies is bigger.

Lila didn't say another word, she just took hold of my rod and gave me the blowjob of my dreams. I had been refraining from whacking off for several days in case this happened and had a monster gob of goo which I couldn't hold onto for long. I bucked forward and plastered her tonsils with every fucking drop and she swallowed it all down.

"See what I mean?" she said as we lay there catching our breath. "I just can't control myself. I'm always getting caught in embarrassing situations."

Well, being the good nephew I am, I offered up a plan. I'd make myself available at any time so that when she felt the urge to suck cock, she could use mine and I'd keep it a secret and spare her getting into trouble with promiscuous Johnson slobbing. She thought it was a grand idea.

"But I'll want pussy, too," I said.

"Oh, you can have all the pussy you want, darling," she said, "but you have to cum in my mouth. You can do me in the butt or between the breasts or anything you want, just so the final result is a load of cum for me to swallow."

Well, our arrangement became a wonderful deal for me. That was four years ago and I've been fucking Lila at least once a day ever since. She is the most accomplished cocksucker I can imagine and she loves our little deal. She dresses up sexy for me and fucks me every way anybody could think of but I always cum in her loving mouth. The woman is just an insatiable meat pole maven.

It has really helped my outside sex life, too. If a girl wants to get sweaty with me, fine and dandy but I don't ever get desperate. If a chick thinks she can play me or string me along with the promise of pussy rewards down the road, no way. No matter how much I want to bone some babe, I never have to spend too much effort on it because, if it doesn't happen, I just swing by Lila's on the way home and massage the back of her throat with my cock helmet.

Ain't life grand?