Simon Memphis was a pretty typical 22 year old "guy" or "dude", depending on your vernacular; the kind that was still immature with a proclivity for poor judgment, and prone to mistakes. Very much like many young men, he was trying to find himself after completing college and had to answer the age-old question, "what do I do now?" Simon was a tall young man with fair skin and light brown hair that was slightly longer than he was used to, which was a buzz cut most of the time, but he liked the slight wave his hair naturally grew when it got longer, as that got him more attention from women. Like many men in their 20's, he kept himself fit but nothing close to a body-builder's proportions. Running, climbing, and some isometric work seemed to suit him just fine and he was able to couple these light exercises with work, gaming, and hanging out with his friends. Simon's job was simple and not too mentally taxing, but like everyone recently out of college, he wanted to land that cushy job early with the huge salary for seemingly little work.
For now at least, he would settle for enough money to move out of his mother's home and get his own bachelor pad, of which many of his friends already had, and that he was jealous of. His mother, Candice, was the youngest of three sisters and a very beautiful woman in her early 40's. Not a tall woman, standing at 5'6", but with her dirty blond hair and the most beautiful smile, she stood out in any group even among taller and more buxom women. Unfortunately, her husband, Simon's father, had passed away just before Simon was to start high school. This devastated Candice greatly, as any loss of a loved one would, and since then her sole focus was getting her son through school and out on his own. She made a promise to herself that once he was taken care of, then she would focus on her own well-being again.
***
Having been able to call it an early day from work on a Thursday, Simon thought he could fit in a few errands before heading home. In all reality, he didn't dislike being at home, it was just that his mother often found more projects for him to do. And when he wasn't completing some chore for her, she was often very possessive of his attention and time; probably due to no other man being around in her life. After he completed his drop-off at the UPS store, and picked up the new fixtures for his mother's bathroom from the hardware store, he found he had not burned as much of the afternoon as he had thought. Resolved to head home to his mother's house, Simon had hoped--and not for the first time--to have some solitude.
As he pulled onto the street where he and his mother lived, he saw a curious sight, an ostentatious sports car in the driveway. He didn't recognize the car, nor had any idea who drove it, and wondered who could be visiting them. Simon parked in front of the house--so as not to block in the mysterious driver--and eagerly approached the front door of the house. He stood at the front door, wiped his feet, and plowed into the entryway. To his legitimate surprise, he was elated when he discovered that his Aunt Brigit had paid them a visit, but neither his mother nor his aunt had noticed his entrance yet. It had finally dawned on him, he had heard his Aunt Brigit was doing quite well recently and had made some major improvements to her life. Beginning with the car of course, but upon a closer inspection, Simon saw just how much his aunt's appearance changed.
Brigit Hightower was the eldest of three sisters and she was an absolute bombshell. Without heels, she stood a tall 5'10" and with heels she was easily over 6', which made her quite domineering to most women and men. Her bright auburn hair was long and voluminous, it looked as though it would have weighed several pounds if it were collected and picked up. Her knee-high skirt did nothing to cover the muscles of her thighs that lead up to her insanely firm glutes and buttocks. The small buttons on her blouse strained and fought to stay together against her massive breasts that sat so firm and upright, they hardly needed a bra. Simon did not discriminate, implants or natural, he loved looking at large breasts.
***
Candice and Brigit were enjoying their conversation as they laughed and swayed back and forth in their seats in the living room. Simon thought it polite to at least put his stuff away before saying hello, but his aunt's eye caught him before he could make it to the stairs.
"Hello? Is that my nephew creeping in?" Brigit was still facing her sister, but her eyes were focused on the other side of the room where the stairwell started. She had a devilish grin on her face as she spoke. Brigit then stood up with a large gasp, "there he is. Simon come say hello and give me a hug." Simon quickly put his bags down by the steps and entered the room to embrace his aunt.
"Aunt Brigit, it's so good to see you." And Simon meant it too. Not only was he looking forward to her company, but his aunt's presence would surely occupy his mother's attention and he'd finally get some time to himself.
While stuck in an inappropriately tight hug with his aunt, he couldn't help but notice that her massive breasts were both very firm, yet soft and giving way to the pressure from his body. She smelled incredible too, the combination of her breasts, the heat from her body, and scent filling him up, he was intoxicated and aroused. Finally, his aunt let go of him and he stepped back. "Aunt Brigit, look at you! You look fantastic! Just...wow!"
"Oh you're very kind, I'll remember that for later," she said as she winked at her nephew.
At that time, his mother had risen from her seat to also greet her son. "You're home early, I didn't expect you for a while yet."
Simon had to bend down a little to give his mother a proper hug. "Yeah, it just worked out that I got to leave a little early. Took care of some errands too." Simon did a leaning gesture, motioning to the bag of items he left by the stairs. "Got the bathroom stuff so that'll be a nice little project, but I was going to wait 'til tomorrow."
Brigit reached up with her right hand and placed it on Simon's left arm, giving him a slight squeeze. "Are you home for the evening, or are you running off somewhere?" Brigit's genuine interest came across in her sweet tone.
"Umm, no. No. I'm in for the night. I, uh..." Simon struggled to get his thoughts together. "I didn't expect you, Aunt Brigit, so I was just going to relax a little."
"I understand. I won't keep you but will you visit with me for a little bit?" Brigit had begun rubbing his arm up and down.
"Come Simon, sit. Just for a little bit, Brigit hasn't seen you in a while." Candice had sat back down and patted a cushion on the couch for Simon to sit.
***
Simon sat in the living room with his beautiful perky mother and pornstar level bombshell aunt, and for the most part just listened to their conversation. Occasionally, there was a comment or question thrown at him, and he interjected with a quip or a simple response from time-to-time, but for the most part he just sat there and listened to two sisters catch up. Thinking himself sly, whenever his aunt wasn't looking at him, he looked her figure up and down. Perfectly tanned and toned legs lead to a voluptuous ass that bubbled out seductively in her seat. And her breasts, even confined by her blouse, were works of art; enormous globes on her chest that jutted out almost unaffected by the force of gravity. The top of each breast poked out of the shirt and it was all he could do not to just stare at the luscious tan smooth skin that was exposed. He bit his bottom lip a few times, and felt his body temperature jump as he realized he lusted after his aunt's body.
His arousal for his aunt was extremely ill-timed, it had been several days since he last pleasured himself, and now his sensitive cock quickly became engorged and fought against the already limited space within his boxer-briefs. His aunt was anything but oblivious, out of her periphery she saw her nephew surveying her with his eyes. Brigit also noticed that Simon became quieter and quieter the longer he sat there. And the longer he sat there, the more he shifted in his seat on the couch, and he tried to innocuously shift his growing cock to a more comfortable position, but that too was picked up by Brigit's gaze. She began to really enjoy herself, and did things like touch the top of her chest during certain moments of the conversation to draw attention to her plunging cleavage. And as she crossed, and uncrossed her legs, she no longer pulled her skirt down, and instead let it ride up high to expose her smooth lotioned muscular thighs. Simon continued to squirm and shift, but no matter what he did, he could not get comfortable.
***
Simon darted from the couch and headed quickly to the kitchen, he offered to get everyone beverages as a cover.
"Can I get anyone something to drink? Aunt Brigit, what are you having?" Simon yelled to the other room.
Once completely out of sight, he shoved his right hand down inside his underwear and positioned his throbbing cock against his abdomen. He was gifted at least in size, and his cockhead poked out above his waistband, but his shirt covered the rest.
"Oh he is too sweet," Brigit remarked as she laughed and leaned towards her sister. "It's probably a little early for wine, but hey, I'm not going anywhere." Brigit straightened back up and yelled in the direction of the kitchen, "some wine for me babe, Cabernet if you have it."
Candice quickly chimed in, "top-left in the pantry Simon." Then, speaking softer, she directed this only at Brigit, "he's smart, he'll find it."
"That he is, and so handsome too. You must have a parade of hot young girls coming through here." Brigit sat back in her seat and put her left hand to her chin.
"Uh, well you'd think so, but he was so busy with his last two years of schooling, and I haven't really seen him do much since." Candice responded with a slight shrug. "I know he wants his own place, but I think I've made him feel guilty about leaving."
"Well, him moving out could be good for you too. When's the last time you had a date?"
At that moment, another offer for drinks came from Simon, "Mom? Anything for you?"
"If you haven't put it away yet, some wine as well." Candice yelled back, then turned her attention back to Brigit. "It's a time issue, an energy issue, a money issue, I'm just focused on Simon right now. Plus, I do things all the time with my friends in the neighborhood so believe me, I get out plenty."
"I'm sure you do," Brigit responded with a little smirk. "Ah, here he is." Simon returned with a wine glass in each hand, both glasses with a generous pouring of Cabernet. "Aww, nothing for you?" Brigit asked as she cocked her head when she looked up at him.
After he handed the glass to his aunt, Simon stepped back and motioned to the stairs. "Uh, no. Not right now at least. I don't want to be rude, but I was just going to hop up upstairs and play a game or something. I'm really sorry, I hope that doesn't offend you."
"Of course not babe. I'm actually here through the weekend. Play your cards right, maybe through next week too." She said and winked again.
"Hey, alright. Well, let me know what I have to do then." Simon leaned down for a quick hug from his aunt, and before leaving he turned to his mother Candice, "I'll most likely have headphones on, so text if you need something."
"I will, thanks sweetheart." Candice responded. And with that, Simon grabbed his bags from before and proceeded upstairs to his room.
***
Simon galloped up the stairs and rushed down the hallway to his room, which he entered quickly, closed the door, and plopped aggressively in his computer chair. His head was spinning. He leaned far back in his chair and shut his eyes tightly and he vividly pictured the curvaceous figure of his aunt in his mind. Just remembering her figure alone spurred a desire within him, which conflicted with his own personal feelings that he should not be attracted to his own aunt.
This is just normal male attraction. I'd be fantasizing about any woman who had that body. Simon told himself, justifying that it wasn't exactly his aunt that he was attracted to, just the way she looked. However, the fact that she was his aunt kept her on the forefront of his mind. She was forbidden fruit, an unthinkable illicit affair, a disgusting taboo only for the most uninhibited and worst degenerate. And he liked that.
I wish I could let go. Cut loose. Fuck as much as I wanted.
Fantasizing was harmless, he hadn't fucked her, so just thoughts about the sexual pleasures her body was made for was his only mental paradise. Simon adjusted his position in his computer chair and removed his shirt, shoes and socks. He sat alone in his room with only his shorts and underwear and looked down at his massive member reaching upwards past his belly button. Stroking just the exposed part of his cock, precum had leaked into his hand and onto his flat toned stomach. He coated the purple head in his slick liquid and massaged it. Simon imagined his aunt nude, her body completely bronzed with no tan lines, and a bare shaved pussy--to match his own shaved body--that just begged to be licked and sucked on. He wondered if she squirted, he wanted to tongue her pussy till she came all over him so he could wash his face with her cum.
While his mind was occupied with thoughts of his sexy mature aunt, his own mother now entered this fantasy. His mother may not have been as tall as her older sister, or have a full curvy figure as well, but she was petite and lean, and despite how thin she was Candice still had an impressively large bust that was still natural and incredibly soft. Simon abruptly opened his eyes and took his hand off his cock, thoughts of his mother in a sexual manner may have been the tipping point for him, but it wouldn't be the last time.
Aunt Brigit is fine because she's barely around, but I don't need to be turned on around mom.
With that thought, Simon cleaned his hand and penis using a nearby roll of paper towels. Then, logged onto his computer for an afternoon, and long evening, of gaming.
Let's just think about something else for a while.
***
Candice and Brigit had entertained themselves downstairs. Their conversations had returned to normal topics: potential trips they wanted to take, plans for the year-end holidays, shopping interests, and newfound hobbies. Both sisters had paced themselves at first with glasses of wine, but once evening hit they had begun refilling their glasses more frequently. Before Candice had realized the hour, it was well past an acceptable time to start making dinner.
"I can order a pizza, or subs or something. Do you still eat that sort of thing?" Candice had picked up her phone to look at a few delivery options and had glanced up at Brigit when she asked her question.
"What do you mean?" Brigit replied with a slight chuckle.
"Well, you don't keep a body like that eating pizza. I was just curious if there's something else you wanted?" Candice was sincere but a little hopeful her older sister would pig out that evening on pizza.
"Oh, no it's fine." Brigit laughed. "I can just get a chicken sandwich. Most delivery places have those." Candice gave a brief sigh at her sister's response, but continued to look at her phone for a restaurant with a good delivery time. When Candice found one she liked, she placed an order for a large pepperoni pizza and a grilled chicken sandwich with sides. She then texted Simon with a dinner update.
Candice: Got carried away talking to Brigit. Ordered pizza, hope that's fine.
Simon: Thx. Will grab some later.
"He's probably gaming. I keep him so busy helping me out around here so I'll just let him go." Brigit had a hard time keeping a disappointed look from her sister, but Candice assured her, "Don't worry, you'll see him plenty over the weekend."
Candice and Brigit continued to drink more wine and talk, and before they knew it their food had arrived. They ate quickly and Brigit continually glanced towards the stairs to see if her handsome young nephew would make an appearance for food. After a while, Brigit got her wish. Simon had quietly descended down the stairs and made a quick turn towards the kitchen, but he had not bothered to dress himself completely. He was still shirtless and Brigit had noticed that his shorts had fallen down a considerable amount, she saw his exposed hip flexors and hoped it led to a huge cock.
When he returned from the kitchen with a few slices of pizza in his hand, he paused a moment in the living room doorway. "Thanks mom!" Simon called out before heading back upstairs.
That little devil. Brigit thought. You got your fill checking out your aunt, and now you want to show off.
A devilish grin came over Brigit's face and her mind was swirling with all sorts of ideas. Brigit liked men, and especially liked to see men naked, and if her nephew was going to come down half-dressed and practically expose his dick to her, and in front of his mother no less, then she just might help herself to see what the rest of Simon looks like.
***
The rest of the evening went on without any incident, and Candice, quite full of wine, had claimed she was tired enough to lie down but not enough to fall asleep. So, via the tv, she opened up her favorite streaming app and browsed the 'Featured' section for a new movie to watch.
"Let's see if they added anything new," Candice said as she scrolled her way through the menu. "Anything catch your interest?" Candice asked Brigit.
Brigit saw the writing on the wall and knew her little sister wouldn't last long. "Whatever you want is fine with me," she replied.
Candice had eventually settled on a comedy and moved to the couch and wrapped herself in a nearby blanket. "You can get in here with me if you'd like." Candice offered some of the couch and blanket to her sister.
Brigit sat in a chair large enough for any adult to get in a comfortably relaxed position, so Brigit politely declined her sister's invitation. The movie held no interest for Brigit, not compared to what else was on her mind, so she just waited patiently for her sister to inevitably fall asleep. Barely fifteen minutes into the movie, Canidce had dozed off and looked like a collapsed doll on the couch. So, Brigit quietly placed her wine glass on an end table, got up from her chair and made her way to the stairs.
***
Upstairs, in a private bedroom, the scene had changed quite a bit. Earlier that evening, it was the familiar sight of a young man laser focused on an online competitive game, but much later in the night, the same young man was sprawled out on the bed, a naked body flexed and tensing, a tablet propped up with his left hand, and his right hand milked his well-greased cock. His rigid, pulsing, veiny cock was shiny and slick with oil and there was a constant stream of precum that he coaxed from it. He pleasured himself to a video on his tablet of a gorgeous red-headed cougar tit-fucking a guy and slurping and sucking the cockhead every time it poked above her cleavage. This was an exhilarating thrill for him, even if it in his own imagination, the prospect of tit fucking his aunt and cumming down her throat was too much to resist.
While Simon was lost in his own erotic world, Brigit crept up the stairs to the second floor of the house and entered the main hallway. At first she wasn't sure she'd be able to discern which room was her nephew's, but she soon discovered a dead giveaway. Only one door was shut tightly with a blue glow at the base of the door that illuminated the hallway. Brigit approached the door and gently placed her hand on the doorknob. She hoped to find Simon doing what all guys do and had already thought of a cover story when he questioned her.
I'm so sorry, I was looking for the bathroom, she rehearsed in her head.
A bit obvious of course, but she hardly needed an elaborate explanation. As it turned out, Brigit had not needed to use her lousy "bathroom" excuse on her nephew, because when she, ever so slowly, opened the door to Simon's bedroom she found a better show than she imagined. Barely having to peer into the dimly lit bedroom, Brigit discovered Simon naked, lying flat on his bed, and the only light in the room was produced by a tablet he had propped up on his left side. She enjoyed the show as he thrusted on his bed and stroked his monstrous cock. Brigit was not prepared for his size, and from what she could tell at her angle, his thumb did not connect to any of his fingers as he gripped and massaged his meat. His body glistened from sweat, and she noticed precum pooled on his flexed abs. The bright light from the tablet screen made the rest of the bedroom look pitch dark to Simon; he had neither seen nor heard his door open, which was done in absolute silence by Brigit. She was in awe and mesmerized by the sight of her new nephew jacking off, his body was lean and she could clearly see his muscles ripple as he stroked and jerked. Each time he edged too far, his toes curled back, his entire body flexed so hard his joints made a popping sound; all in an effort to prevent himself from cumming. Normally, this voyeuristic display would have been enough for Brigit, and it being her nephew unknowingly putting on a show would provide her enough fantasy material to cum for days.
What would happen if I push things a little further? Brigit wondered to herself. Mmm, he's clearly enjoying himself, I can't imagine he'd hate me if I just walk in there and pump that mammoth trunk for him. With that thought, she pushed the door open enough to slip into Simon's bedroom.
Brigit had not yet realized that she was invisible to Simon, she moved towards the bed as slowly as possible and gazed in wonder at the sheer size of her nephew's cock. His grip was tight on his member, and as he slid his hand up and down, his cock bulged above and below his hand. Each time Simon reached the swollen purple head, precum would ooze and pour out the wide tip and run down his hand. The copious amounts of fluid produced made his member slick in his hand, and a loud slurping noise filled the bedroom. Very quickly, the large pool of precum collected on his ab-flexed stomach grew with every stroke, he would take his right hand and smear the slick liquid over his abs and chest, and even the tops of his legs on occasion. A simple, and lazy solution he used to avoid completely soaking his comforter every time he wanted to jack off in bed. Brigit was amazed when she first saw Simon do this, all the men she had known were not into any sort of cum play even if it was their own, but as she took stock of Simon she discovered that nearly his entire upper body was practically covered in his own precum.
If a woman was coating herself in cum, she'd be called a disgusting slut, if not worse. Brigit thought to herself as she undid a few buttons on her blouse. She increasingly became very warm as she spied on Simon. That's what he is, a slut. A male slut covered in his own cum jerking off to probably the most disgusting porn. Finally, Brigit moved into the light and leaned forward tilting her head to look over at the tablet to inspect what Simon was watching.
***
Simon jumped with a great surprise, ripped his earbuds out, and clumsily pushed his tablet to the foot of the bed; which he meant to hide it entirely. Fear and panic spread across his face, beads of sweat were apparent on his body and he scrambled further upwards, towards the head of the bed. He finally settled on just trying to cover his cock using both hands, but that proved futile since his fully erect penis was larger than his hands could conceal. He meant to explain himself somehow, he meant to question his aunt as to why she was in his room late at night, but he was caught masturbating and remained paralyzed. Brigit moved her left over to the tablet and spun it around so she could view the contents. She immediately picked up on her own resemblance to the mature redhead milking a cock on screen.
"So," Brigit gave a long pause before she continued, "you're into redheads with huge tits are you?" Brigit asked in a low sultry voice. Leaning so far forward caused her massive breasts to hang and sway a bit. All Simon could stare at was the display of massive cleavage in front of him which prevented his raging hardon from subsiding.
Brigit then turned towards Simon and moved closer to him. "Is that what you want? To slide your huge cock between a pair of massive tits like mine? You do like them, don't you? You thought you were being so clever, but you got quite the eyeful downstairs. And you haven't been able to look away from them since I startled you." Brigit laid it on thick as she spoke slowly and softly in a deeper tone. She licked her lips and moaned at her nephew, "Mmm, I just wanted to say goodnight to you, and then...oh my what's this?" Brigit said as she took her index finger and swiped it up Simon's left thigh, it was very slippery and wet, and then Brigit placed her finger in her mouth and sucked on it to taste the contents. "Mmm, it tastes salty," she moaned. "And a little sweet," Brigit smirked at her still surprised nephew. "Have you been jacking off with your own cum? And then wiping it on yourself?" Brigit deeply whispered to Simon.
"I, I uh, uh, uh, didn't want to get any on the bed." Simon stammered and shifted uncomfortably. He subconsciously flexed his penis and it pressed hard against his hands, and another large glob of precum slowly poured from the tip.
"Oh? Is that the only reason? There's so much, I can see it starting to run down your sides." Brigit commented, she touched Simon's rib cage and felt small rivers of fluid slowly make their way down his body.
"I," Simon finally looked down in embarrassment, "...like the way it feels. It makes me slippery and there's no...well, friction. It just makes me feel really good." The dim light prevented Brigit from seeing Simon blush, but she knew his face was beet red.
"Is it just cum? Or do you like to be coated in anything else?" Brigit asked as she climbed onto his bed, now on all fours along his left side and her beautiful face barely two inches from his. She had turned her head to look down at his glistening dripping cock that he was hardly able to force down, and she touched it lightly with her fingertips and scooped up the glob at the tip. "You can tell me." She whispered, and once again she sucked on her own fingers to taste the cum Simon produced.
"N...no. This might sound weird, but a girl once squirted on me and I nearly came from that, but it was only a little bit. M...my fantasy is to find a girl who squirts a lot and have her cum all over me." Simon explained. He sat up a little further and finally let go of his cock completely to scoop up some escaping fluid before it soaked into the bed.
There was a rather loud SMACK as his member swung upwards and landed on his abdomen. The force of the impact caused the thicker layer of precum on his stomach and lower chest to splatter over himself and the bed.
"Oh you're dirtier than I imagined. Guys can be sluts too, you know. Everyone thinks it's just women, but we like it when a man can be a total whore for us too. If you're into someone cumming all over you, you're a pretty hot slut. I'd like it if you were a slut for me." Brigit continued, and spoke in a low and soft tone to Simon and gently caressed his cock. It sprang and twitched and Simon desperately wished his aunt would firmly grab his cock and stroke it for him. "You have a gorgeous cock nephew." At the word "nephew," Simon's cocked jumped again, smacking Brigit's hand. "I wonder how many girls you've had thrashing and cumming while riding this monster?" She spoke a little louder and started to breathe a little harder. "I'll stroke your thick cock for you, if you want me to." She said and looked back at Simon in the eye. He nodded vigorously. "But first, you have to tell me that you're a slut. And tell me something really dirty you want me to do to you." Brigit demanded.
"I'll be as slutty as you want Aunt Brigit. I'll do anything you want. Please, please stroke my cum coated dick." The words that came out of his own mouth surprised him, but Simon had been edging for so long that all he wanted now was to finally release the huge load he had been holding back. "I'll eat your pussy, and...and if you cum in my mouth I'll drink it all. I won't spill a single drop."
"That's hot Simon, but not dirty. What else?" Brigit responded.
"I'll...I'll rim your asshole. I'll bury my face in your perfect ass and you can use my tongue as an anal dildo." Simon blurted out desperately as he tried to force his vulgar side to the surface.
"Oh wow, that is dirty, but most guys that see my ass make me that offer. So, not uncommon." Brigit toyed with him.
Simon was really desperate now, he believed his only chance to get a handjob from his insanely gorgeous and stacked aunt was to say something really lewd. "I...I'd, fuck you as much as you want. I don't care that you're my aunt, you're the hottest woman I've ever seen. If you want, I'll pleasure you in every room of this house. At a single command, I'd strip naked in the backyard, and take you right there. Hell, anywhere you wanted, anytime you wanted."
"Now that's more like it nephew, Good sluts don't care who they're fucking are where." Brigit said excitedly and scooped up another finger full of liquid to suck on. "Mmm okay, my slutty little Simon. Your huge titted bimbo aunt is going to pump your massive cock till thick globs shoot all over you." She said as she gripped his penis right at the base and slowly pumped up and down. His cock was well coated as salty precum continued to seep out. She enjoyed how effortlessly she had to stroke the giant pole with hardly any friction. Simon bucked into her hand and nearly every muscle in his body ached from being flexed so tightly.
"Oh, god yes Aunt Brigit. Your hand feels so good. Please, let me touch you too." Simon pleaded.
"Oh no, you'll have to earn that my slut." She responded with a coy look in her eye. There was a loud oily slurping noise as Brigit stroked Simon a little bit faster.
SHLOK SHLOK SHLOK SHLOK SHLOK.
"Mmmmmm of fuck. Of fuck. Fuck that feels good. Yes, please, anything." Simon panted heavily with barely enough air to get the words out.
"You have to show me you can be a good little male slut. You have to commit to a slut lifestyle." Brigit explained slowly, but jerked Simon off even faster. Her hand was now soaked in his semi-clear fluid which pooled and ran over her slender fingers and dripped heavily around Simon's groin.
Simon wasn't really sure what she was asking, and he certainly didn't comprehend the weight of her request. Not while a mega-pornstar looking, big titted redhead bombshell was jerking him off into complete bliss. "How?"
"You tell me sweetheart. What's the sluttiest thing you can think of a male slut doing?" She asked.
It took every bit of what little mental fortitude Simon had left to think of an answer that would satisfy his newfound mistress. "Make me cum, please. And I'll rub it all over my body. I'll make myself as dirty as possible and reek of cum for you. And...I'll stay that way, soaked in semen, for as long as you want."
"My goodness, you're downright filthy. You know your way to a dirty girl's heart." Brigit said as she winked at her nephew who was being tortured with pleasure. Simon's bucking became rhythmic and forceful, his cock swelled so much that her hand could barely make it halfway around his girth.
SHLP FAP SHLP FAP SHLP FAP SHLP FAP!
The deafening noise of Brigit's creamy coated hand as it glided up and down Simon's pole, and slammed down onto his base, filled the darkened room. The mushroom head of Simon's cock was huge and over-saturated with blood, making it a deep purple. Each stroke upwards caused an excess of precum to form at the tip.
SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP!
Brigit gripped even harder, as hard as she could with her right hand. And with her left hand, she lifted Simon's heavy cum-filled balls and stroked his taint, and pressed very hard on the area which greatly added to Simon's already lust-drunk state.
Simon used the strength in his legs to lift his hips up off the bed, and the force of his very rigid erection caused Brigit to lose her grip. Simon's cock slapped hard against his body, WHACK, and creamy globs of fluid flung out and splattered his face. Simon licked his lips in an automatic reaction as his eyes rolled back in his head. Brigit gave a very devilish grin and gripped her nephew's turgid member again, and it took quite an effort to point it back towards herself again.
With Simon lifting himself up, Brigit positioned her left hand further under him and massaged his smooth taint even harder. Occasionally, her middle finger would graze, or run over, his clenched anus and that would give Simon an additional chill of excitement. Each time she touched his clenched hole, his penis became even harder, like stroking a pvc pipe, and precum shot from his tip like a weak stream of urine. The smell of sex, and the lingering salty taste in Brigit's mouth intoxicated her, and after taking a deep breath she clamped both hands tightly around the base of his cock and formed a tight seal with her mouth around the mushroomed head. Much like trying to get a thick milkshake through a straw, Brigit sucked hard, and forced even more thick salty juice from her nephew's bucking third leg. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, and the sounds of Brigit's throat, GLURK GLURK GLURK, somehow diminished Simon's frantic panting. With a tight grip around the base of Simon's cock, Brigit could feel a very rapid flexing. Then suddenly, the cum channel that Brigit had her thumbs firmly pressed against, did not give way anymore, it swelled and she felt a mass form as if a ping-pong ball was being passed through it. Brigit's eyes grew wide and she experienced a fleeting moment of severe panic.
Fuck girl, get off this thing before you drown, she thought and quickly moved her hands upward and pointed the strained cock away from her face.
FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP, came the loud sounds as Brigit vigorously pumped with both hands.
Not even a second later, Simon shut his eyes tightly, curled his toes and kicked his legs involuntarily. Brigit felt a strange sensation in her hands, the urethra which was already quite thick against her palm, swelled up and she felt a large mass move upwards desperate for escape. The force of his semen flowed through the channel and caused her hand to pop off his shaft, but she quickly grabbed it again and aimed the purple head at Simon's own chest. Simon bucked, cursed, and thrashed, and with great force the first shot of cum erupted and struck his chest so hard that streams of cum ricocheted all over him and on the bed.
Brigit became wide-eyed and her mouth hung agape, one shot alone was more than the entire ejaculate she had seen from her previous partners, but as soon as she had wrapped her mind that reality, another geyser shot from Simon's cock. The hard splash against Simon's chest created a loud SPLURK sound, and he leaned forward which caused splashes of cum to hit his aunt on her neck and the top of her breasts.
"AAAAAAAH, FUCK AUNT BRIGIT THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!" Simon yelled, not even caring about the scandal if someone overheard. "AAH," another strong splash hit Simon's cheek. "AAH FUCK," another stream landed on his chest and traveled up the left side of this face, in his hair, and a small amount even hit the wall behind him.
"Yes baby! Keep doing that. Keep cumming all over yourself!" Brigit double-fisted his cock trying to get as much out of him as possible.
Stream after stream of cum erupted from Simon, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Simon's yells of ecstasy, coupled with rhythmic splattering sounds, SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT, performed a lewd symphony. And after a few minutes, from his neck to his thighs, Simon had a thick coating of cum that covered his sweaty skin. For a while, neigher Brigit nor Simon spoke, they just breathed heavily together, and in the blue glow from the tablet screen Simon looked like he was hit with a plaster cannon. The smell of semen was so thick in the bedroom that it made both of them feel light-headed, as well it aroused them all over again. Forcing calm deep breaths, Simon slowly laid flat on his bed, and used both hands to smear his own cum all over his arms, chest, and abdomen. Scooping up as much as he could, he stood up, nude and slick in front of his aunt's lustful gaze, and applied his semen lotion to his ass, thighs, and the back of his legs. He even worked some into the crack of his ass for his aunt's approval.
"You, my handsome nephew, are a nasty slut. I love it!" And with that, Brigit jumped off the bed and quickly approached her nude cum covered nephew. She reached out with her right and massaged his spent balls, which were quite large and still had some heft to them. Simon moaned as she cradled him. "If you want a bigger reward tomorrow, here's what I want you to do," she said softly in his ear after she licked a few drops of cum from his face before they fell, "don't wash this off. Walk around all day with semen soaking into your skin. Go to work like this. Hug your mother smelling like this. And if you can last all day, I'll give you what you wished for earlier."
A sharp jolt ran up Simon's spine and he shivered. He couldn't remember what he had asked for before, but the thought of walking around in public, covered in filth, both excited and terrified him. He nodded silently in agreement and Brigit gave his balls a light squeeze. "Here, something to show you I'm serious." Brigit leaned in close and passionately kissed Simon, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She tasted sweet to Simon and he immediately felt as light-headed as he did when he orgasmed mere moments ago. "Goodnight Simon, and remember your promise," Brigit instructed as she slipped out of his bedroom.
Simon stood in the middle of the room, dumbfounded by the events that just happened, and unable to make sense of his new reality. One thing felt real enough, he was exhausted and could no longer hold himself upright. He grabbed a handful of dirty clothes from his laundry basket and threw them on top of his bed.
My bed is already soaked, but this will have to do. I need to find some way to wash these before mom does, Simon thought, as he turned off his tablet and collapsed onto his bed. I can't believe what just happened. I can't believe I just did all of that in front of Aunt Brigit. With Aunt Brigit. And now all I want is more. Simon wanted to replay everything that happened in his head, but exhaustion and a great loss of bodily fluids won out, and Simon passed out with wonderful erotic dreams awaiting him.
***
Candice remained asleep on the couch during the entire incident, and for the most part slept peacefully, but her son's cries of intense pleasure caused strange and wonderful dreams. The sun warmed her naked body, and she felt rivulets of sweat trickle down her neck and chest as Candice lounged comfortably on a wicker chaise beach chair. She was alone at the shore and the sound of the waves rolling in, with the seagulls calling above, was a rejuvenating comfort to her. In her dreams, Candice always saw herself as a much more statuesque woman. Her legs and arms were long and slender with just the right amount of definition to them. The sheen from her sweat accentuated the sexiness of her glistening body. Her flat stomach was topped with a perky set of breasts with soft nipples that pointed upwards. And she imagined her hair, just shy of platinum blond, much longer with three times as much volume, that cascaded down to her lower back. Candice breathed deep, and the smell of the ocean air seemed so real to her.
Behind her large thick sunglasses, she opened her eyes and looked up. A figure, whose face was obstructed by the sun just past his head, hovered over her nude body displayed on the vacant beach and he gently caressed her face. His touch was warm against her skin and Candice licked her lips and rubbed her legs together. He placed his left hand behind her head, she felt him hold her steady as he passionately kissed on her awaiting lips. She moaned and writhed and lifted her heaving chest towards his; and offered herself completely to him. The fingertips of his right hand brushed against every sensitive area of Candice as he worked his way down her body. His thumb rubbed her left nipple in a small circular pattern, and it quickly grew hard as he applied more pressure. His whole hand then cupped her breast and he squeezed her gently as she felt his tongue magically explore the back of her throat. He let go of her chest and worked his hand under her firm butt, he lifted her up slightly and grasped her left cheek tightly. After placing her back down gently, his fingers reached the puffy mound and soft lips of her vagina, his middle and ring fingers gently massaged her folds and rubbed softly against her clitoris.
Outside the dream, as Candice lay in a deep sleep on the couch, she ground her thighs together lightly and let out soft uncontrollable moans. She writhed in the dark living room and her left hand dug into the cushions. As her dream grew more realistic in her mind, Candice moved her right hand under her pajama bottoms to further stimulate herself. As soon as her hand met her aching pussy, she gushed and soaked through her pajamas.
Back in the dream, the mysterious gentleman's fingers were well lubricated and he inserted two fingers inside her pussy just up to the second knuckle and curled his fingers back. Candice thrusted her body upwards even more, but she was held in place as the man focused on stimulating her g-spot. Candice salivated into the man's mouth and she was unable to stop some that escaped her own through the corners.
On the couch, Candice's right hand was buried between her legs and she rubbed her sensitive clit vigorously over and over. Shots of her impending orgasm squirt out in short spurts that further drenched her soft pajama pants. Yet her body worked itself over in auto-pilot and she continued to masturbate even more aggressively. She bit her lip and her breathing was sharp and quick, each exhale was a loud moan that was somewhere between intense pleasure and pain. Her left hand released the grip it had on the couch cushion, but it quickly found its way under her shirt where she teased, pinched, and pulled her own right nipple.
In the dream, the man released the kiss, and was quick to occupy his mouth on her right breast while he worked his fingers inside her in a smooth rhythm. He sucked forcefully on her perky tit, elongating her nipple as he gently bit it with his teeth and flicked the end with his tongue. His fingers fucking her wet pussy made an audible sound that overtook even the sound of the waves. SLRP SLRP SLRP SLRP. It was deafening and she desperately wanted the man to pleasure her more.
Candice's body squirmed as it could feel something building; an orgasm grew and made its way to the surface. On the couch, her body curled inward and her hips bucked violently into her hand. In the dream, she worked her hips back and forth in an "S" motion trying to coax her own orgasm. The man worked his fingers harder and then returned to her drooling mouth to suck on her tongue. It was too much for Candice, both in her dream and on the couch, she screamed out in uncontrollable lust. In the instant before her climax hit she called out, "Yes Simon!" And calling out her son's name caused Candice to jerk awake. Her eyes were wide open, and it was impossible for her to hold back an audible scream as a ludicrous amount of clear fluid jettisoned from quivering pussy and completely soaked her lower half.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Candice had tears in her eyes from the sudden force of her orgasm, and her breathing was as harsh as if she had just finished a difficult race. Her messy hair hung in front of her sweat covered face and when she had lifted her cum soaked hand to her face, it was then that she realized what she had been doing. Candice shot up from the couch and padded her pajama bottoms, and she was horrified to discover how sopping wet they were. She could have wrung them out and collected her cum in a bucket. Candice was relieved, at least, to discover she was alone and that the house was completely dark. She fled the living room, ascended the stairs and quickly barricaded herself in her bedroom.
Oh Simon, I don't think I can hold back much longer.