Aunt Petunia gets you off!
Hello I’m Aunt Petunia and I want to share both my experiences and dirty fantasies with you.
I wasn’t shocked to find him there with his fingers in a death grip around his cock, after all, I washed his undies… sticky stains and all. He didn’t see me silently watching through the cracked door. What did shock me was the clumsy, awkward way he handled his cock. He seemed almost afraid of it, gripping it tight and making one fast stroke before releasing it, as if he had been shocked. It took me a moment to realize it was too sensitive for him to touch. I had never imagined a boy his age would find jacking off such an ordeal.
I watched as he repeatedly wrapped his fingers around his shaft, short and quick then fast and furious. But he could only hang on for a stroke or two and he would jerk his hand away. He was breathing heavy, almost panting. I could see the dark purple head bobbing slightly as he shifted on the bed. It seemed to spread and bloom when his fingers nipped the shaft below it firmly. The tip opened and a trickle of precum seemed to tease its way to the surface. His first stroke squeezed the head together, the tiny lips blinked and out squeezed a little trickle of precum. I remember how shocked I was to find myself licking my lips. I thought about just leaving but I was somehow riveted, fascinated and aroused by the sight before me.
His dilemma was disturbingly delightful. Did he wake up with those tell-tale stains on the sheets tomorrow or does he finally grab his cock until he cums and surely go insane from the intense pleasure, be unable to stop until he wears it to a nub, or at the very least goes blind. But it wasn’t just my heart that was aching for him. I was strangely excited. My pussy was becoming wet and sensitive. Even shifting from foot to foot wiggled my swollen clit and set it throbbing. It was totally natural to reach down and pull the waistband of my panties up so far that the cotton crotch was wedged tightly between my swollen lips. Tugging at it gently I could effectively stimulate my clit without even raising my dress.
After watching him struggle to keep his grip on his cock I watched as he picked up a wad of smooth white material. When I realized it was my panties I jerked my waistband so hard I was sure if he didn’t hear the squish of my clit being pushed back and forth, lathered in thick womanly cream, then you certainly heard my low whimper. I knew what I had to do. Before I could change my mind I pushed the door open and stepped in front of him. Trying to be casual I quipped breathlessly, “Need a hand!”
Even though he blushed furiously it was nothing compared to the pulsating purple of his cock head. I was transfixed. It seemed to tremble even as I looked at it. I could hear his ragged breathing, frozen with shock…unsure whether to cover himself or resume what he was doing. I made it easy for him. I squat between his legs and slid my hand beneath his balls. I squeezed them gently, pressing my nails in slightly. The shudder that rode through him was obvious. He moaned and thrust his hips forward, that enormous purple head was gleaming now with precum. My other hand was busy working with my panties, stroking on my thick, juicy clit. As I moved my face forward I could smell the dripping from his throbbing head and the moist warmth of my cunt.
My lips parted and I watched fear and sexual desire chase across his face as he realized what I intended to do. Two primal urges at odds. His lips parted, perhaps to say no, but once he felt the softness of my lips wrap around his cock head he moaned loudly and began to thrust himself up and down. He thrashed himself from side to side but I sucked harder. I refused to let it escape. It was time he learned just what he were missing.
I was now thrusting two fingers vigorously into my sloppy cunt and using my thumb to stroke my clit. The sound of my fingers suctioning and squishing, in and out of my hungry cunt was both erotic and obscene. He was nearly screaming by the time I tasted the first hot jets scalding my taste buds. I still refused to release it. Even when his jerks and spasms were so intense I could feel his spurting cream becoming frothy as it trickled down my throat and over my chin I held on. I was too lost in my own shuddering orgasm to let go now. I was compulsively sucking him now! It was as though I were sucking some majic potion from his prick. I drained him completely before I let his cock fall from my lips. He couldn’t speak for a long time… but the look on his face said it all.
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