Sex With My Aunt Because Of Her Early Husband

I’m a college student, studying in a bustling city not far from where my aunt, Emily, lives. During holidays, instead of heading back to my hometown, I visit Emily and her family in their cozy suburban home. Emily is a high school teacher, radiant and impeccably groomed, with a figure that turns heads—full, voluptuous breasts and curvaceous hips that sway with every step. Her husband, Mark, is a police officer, a gruff, somewhat disheveled man in his mid-fifties, at least a decade older than Emily. He’s the kind of guy you’d call weathered—stocky, with a tired gait and a face lined from years on the job. They have two kids, a boy and a girl, who are usually off playing or at school during my visits.

One night, about three or four days into my stay, I was lying in the guest room, which shares a wall with their master bedroom. Around midnight, I heard Emily’s soft giggles, followed by low murmurs. Curiosity got the better of me. I pressed my ear to the wall, my heart racing. The sounds were unmistakable—moans, rhythmic creaks, and then, abruptly, silence. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes. Emily’s voice cut through the quiet, tinged with frustration. “Mark, really? That’s it? Again?”

Mark’s gruff reply came, defensive. “What do you want from me, Em? I’m doing my best here.”

“It’s always the same,” she huffed. “I need more, Mark. I’m burning up, and you’re leaving me hanging.”

I froze, my mind reeling. Until that moment, Emily had just been my aunt—beautiful, sure, but not someone I’d ever thought of that way. But hearing her voice, raw with unmet desire, flipped a switch in me. My body stirred, and a dangerous, forbidden fascination took root. From that night on, I couldn’t stop thinking about her—her curves, her voice, her unfulfilled hunger. I wanted her. And I started scheming.

The next morning, I woke up late, around 1 p.m. The house was quiet, the kids at school and Mark at the precinct. Emily was home, having finished her morning classes. I shuffled into the kitchen, still groggy, and found her at the stove, her back to me. She was wearing tight yoga pants that hugged her round, plump ass like a second skin, and a fitted tank top that accentuated her hourglass figure. My cock twitched at the sight, the memory of last night’s conversation replaying in my head.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she said cheerfully, glancing over her shoulder. “Or should I say afternoon?”

“Morning,” I mumbled, trying to play it cool as I sat at the kitchen island. But my eyes were glued to her ass, swaying slightly as she flipped an omelet in the pan. She was a vision, her auburn hair pulled into a messy bun, a few strands teasing her neck. I knew she was frustrated, aching for release, and that knowledge fueled my reckless plan. I had to test the waters.

“Smells good,” I said, leaning forward. “Need help with anything?”

She turned off the stove and slid the omelet onto a plate. “Actually, yeah. Can you grab the sugar from the top shelf? I’m too short.” She pointed to a cabinet above her.

I stood, my pulse quickening. This was my chance. I moved behind her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. As I reached up, I deliberately pressed my hip against her ass, lingering just a second longer than necessary. Her yoga pants were so thin I could feel the softness of her flesh. My cock stirred in my jeans, but Emily didn’t react—she just stepped aside, unfazed, and handed me a bowl for the sugar.

We ate breakfast, chatting about mundane things—school, her job, the kids. But my mind was elsewhere, plotting. After we finished, I announced I was going to shower. When I came out, I wore nothing but a pair of tight boxers, my chest bare. I’d been working out, and my body was lean and toned, a stark contrast to Mark’s bulky, aging frame. Emily was in the living room, folding laundry, when she saw me. Her eyes widened briefly, then she laughed, a playful glint in her gaze.

“Wow, Jake,” she said, eyeing my chest. “You’ve been hitting the gym, huh? Mark’s got nothing on you—no hair, no muscle.” She giggled, pointing at my chest hair. “Can I feel? Just to compare.”

My heart pounded. “Go for it,” I said, stepping closer.

Her soft hands brushed my chest, her fingers tracing the light dusting of hair. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt straight to my cock, which was now straining against my boxers. She lingered, her eyes flicking down, and I saw her notice the bulge. A smirk played on her lips.

“What’s this?” she teased, her voice low. “You planning to fuck me with that thing?”

Her words hit me like a spark to gasoline. Emboldened, I reached out and cupped her breast, my hand barely able to contain its fullness. Her nipple hardened under my palm, but before I could savor it, she slapped me hard across the face.

“Jake! What the hell?” she snapped, stepping back. “I’m your aunt, you little pervert!”

My cheek stung, but her anger only fueled me. “I heard you last night, Emily,” I said, my voice low and intense. “Mark’s not enough for you. You’re dying for it, and I can give you what you need. Let me take care of you.”

Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and something else—desire? “You’re out of your mind,” she said, but her voice wavered. I stepped closer, my gaze locked on hers.

“I’m serious,” I said. “I want you. And I know you want it too.”

Before she could protest, I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her, my lips crashing against hers. She struggled, pushing against my chest, but I was stronger. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, pulling her against my throbbing cock. Her resistance weakened, her body softening as I deepened the kiss. I could feel her resolve crumbling.

“No, Jake, we can’t,” she gasped, pulling back. But her eyes were dark with lust, her breathing heavy.

I didn’t give her a chance to think. I scooped her up, her curves pressed against me, and carried her to the couch. She squirmed, cursing and swinging at me, but I pinned her down, my body heavy on hers. “Stop fighting it,” I growled. “You need this.”

She froze, her eyes wide with fear and something else—anticipation. I tugged her tank top off, revealing her glorious tits, full and heavy, her nipples pink and erect. My mouth watered at the sight. “Fuck, Emily, you’re perfect,” I murmured, lowering my head to suck on one nipple, then the other. She moaned, her body arching despite herself.

“Jake, please,” she whimpered, but her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer. I slid my hand down her yoga pants, finding her pussy already wet, her clit swollen. I rubbed slow circles, making her gasp and writhe.

“You’re soaked,” I said, grinning. “You want this as much as I do.”

She didn’t answer, but her hips bucked against my hand. I yanked her pants off, spreading her thighs to reveal her glistening pussy, pink and inviting. I dove in, my tongue lapping at her clit, savoring her sweet, musky taste. She cried out, her hands gripping my head as I ate her out, sucking and licking until her thighs trembled.

“Oh, God, Jake, don’t stop,” she moaned, her voice desperate. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot, and she screamed, her pussy clenching as she came, her juices flooding my mouth. The couch was soaked, but I didn’t care.

I stood, my cock aching, and pulled off my boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight of my thick, nine-inch dick, rock-hard and leaking precum. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “Where’d you get that monster?”

“Suck it,” I ordered, guiding her head toward me. She hesitated, then wrapped her lips around my cock, her tongue swirling expertly. She was a fucking pro, taking me deep, gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat. Her hands cupped my balls, squeezing gently, and I groaned, my head spinning.

“Fuck, Emily, you’re incredible,” I said, thrusting into her mouth. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations driving me wild. I was close, but I wanted more. I pulled out and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide.

“Ready for this?” I asked, rubbing my cock against her slick pussy lips. She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust.

“Fuck me, Jake,” she begged. “I need it.”

I teased her, sliding just the tip in, her tight heat gripping me. Then, with one hard thrust, I buried myself balls-deep. She screamed, her nails digging into my back as I stretched her pussy. “Oh, fuck, it’s so big!” she gasped.

I fucked her hard, my hips slamming against hers, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure. “Yes, yes, fuck me, Jake!” she cried, her pussy clenching around me. I could feel her building again, her body trembling.

“Cum for me,” I growled, angling to hit her G-spot. She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy pulsing as she soaked the couch again. I wasn’t done. I pulled out and flipped her over, positioning her on all fours.

“Ass up,” I said, smacking her plump cheeks. She complied, her pussy dripping. I fucked her doggy-style, my balls slapping her clit, her moans turning to screams. Then I had an idea. “I want your ass,” I said, my voice thick with lust.

“No, Jake, it’s too big,” she protested, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes. I grabbed some lotion from the coffee table, slicking up her tight hole and my cock. I pressed against her, slow at first, until the head popped in. She gasped, her body tensing.

“Relax,” I murmured, stroking her back. I pushed deeper, inch by inch, her ass gripping me like a vice. She whimpered, but soon she was moaning, pushing back against me. “Fuck, it’s so tight,” I groaned, fucking her ass slow and deep.

“Harder,” she gasped, surprising me. I obliged, pounding her ass, her cries a mix of pain and pleasure. I reached around, rubbing her clit, and she came again, her body shaking as I emptied myself inside her, my cum filling her ass.

We collapsed, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. But I wasn’t finished. I wanted to mark her, make this unforgettable. “One more,” I said, grinning. I rummaged through the kitchen and found some clothespins. Her eyes widened as I clipped them to her nipples, the pain making her hiss.

“Trust me,” I said, diving back between her legs. I licked her pussy, slow and teasing, as she squirmed, the clothespins heightening her sensitivity. Then I slid three fingers inside her, pumping fast, my other hand pressing her hips down. She screamed, her body convulsing as I finger-fucked her to another explosive orgasm, her juices squirting across the room.

When it was over, Emily lay there, spent, her body trembling. She looked at me, a mix of awe and guilt in her eyes. “You’re a fucking animal,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“And you loved every second,” I said, kissing her deeply.

For the rest of my visit, we stole moments whenever we could—quick fucks in the laundry room, blowjobs in the bathroom, her riding me in the garage. Each time, she came harder, her body addicted to the pleasure I gave her. Mark never suspected a thing, and Emily’s glow was undeniable. This was our secret, our forbidden fantasy, and I knew it was only the beginning.