Aunt Lisa

I couldn't believe my eyes when I pushed open the bathroom door without knocking, assuming it was empty. There she was my Aunt Lisa, my mom's younger sister, perched on the toilet with her jeans and panties bunched around her ankles. Her legs were spread just enough for the golden stream to arc out from between her thighs, splashing steadily into the bowl below. The sound was unmistakable, a hissing rush that filled the small tiled room, and the sharp, musky scent hit me like a wave.

She froze mid-stream, her head snapping up to meet my gaze. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but instead of screaming or covering up, her eyes widened with a mix of shock and something else something heated that made my cock twitch in my pants. Aunt Lisa was in her early forties, curvy in all the right ways, with full breasts straining against her thin tank top and dark hair tousled from whatever she'd been doing before this. Her pussy was right there, exposed and glistening not just from the piss but from a hint of arousal that I could see even from the doorway.

'Oh shit, kiddo,' she gasped, but she didn't stop. The flow kept going for a few more seconds, tapering off as she clenched her thighs together, a few last drops trickling down her inner leg. She reached for the toilet paper, but her hand hesitated, lingering near her mound instead. 'You just gonna stand there staring, or what?'

My heart pounded as I stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a soft click. The air felt thick, charged. Mom was downstairs cooking dinner, oblivious, but up here, it was just us. Aunt Lisa had been crashing with us for a couple weeks now, ever since Uncle Jack's affair blew up. She'd been distant at first, moping around in her pajamas, but lately, I'd caught her glancing at me when she thought I wasn't looking lingering hugs that pressed her soft body against mine a little too long.

I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on the way her pussy lips parted slightly as she wiped herself slowly, deliberately. 'Sorry, Aunt Lisa. I didn't mean to'

'Walk in on your aunt taking a piss?' She smirked, standing up without pulling her pants up yet. Her ass cheeks jiggled as she turned to flush, giving me a full view of her bare backside. She was thick, juicy, the kind of woman who'd always turned heads. 'It's fine. Door wasn't locked. Maybe I wanted you to see.'

Her words hung in the air, bold and teasing. She finally tugged her panties up, but not before I saw the damp spot forming between her legs not from piss, but from her growing wetness. My cock hardened fully now, straining against my zipper. What the hell was happening? This was my aunt, for fuck's sake, but the taboo of it only made it hotter.

She stepped closer, her breath warm against my neck as she brushed past me to the sink. 'Your mom's gonna wonder where we are. But hey, if you liked the show... maybe next time I'll let you watch up close.' Her hand grazed my bulge as she reached for the faucet, sending a jolt straight to my balls.

I stood there, dazed, as she washed her hands and sauntered out, leaving me with the scent of her piss and the image of her exposed pussy burned into my mind. Dinner that night was torture sitting across from her at the table, Mom chattering away about work, while Aunt Lisa's foot nudged mine under the table, her eyes promising more.

Later that evening, after Mom had gone to bed, I heard the shower running in the bathroom. My door was cracked open, and I debated ignoring it. But curiosity and that throbbing ache in my pants won out. I crept down the hall, pushing the door open just a sliver.

Aunt Lisa was under the spray, water cascading over her naked body. She soaped her tits, pinching her nipples until they stood hard and pink. Her hand slid lower, fingers dipping between her legs to rub her clit in slow circles. She moaned softly, eyes closed, lost in it. But then she looked right at the door, right at me, and smiled wickedly.

'Come in, nephew. Join me. I need someone to wash my back... and maybe more.'

I didn't hesitate this time. I stripped off my clothes in the hallway, my hard cock springing free. Stepping into the steam, I pressed against her from behind, my dick nestling between her wet ass cheeks. She ground back against me, reaching around to stroke my shaft.

'Fuck, you're big,' she whispered, guiding my hand to her pussy. It was slick, hot, ready. I fingered her roughly, feeling her walls clench around my digits as she pissed a little right there in the shower warm streams mixing with the water, running down her legs. The sight drove me wild; I spun her around, dropped to my knees, and buried my face in her crotch.

My tongue lapped at her folds, tasting the salty tang of her urine mixed with her juices. She gripped my hair, bucking against my mouth as I sucked her clit, then plunged my tongue inside her. 'Yes, eat your aunt's pussy,' she groaned. 'Make me cum all over your face.'

She did, shuddering and squirting a mix of piss and orgasmic fluid that I drank down eagerly. Standing up, I pinned her against the wall, lifting one of her legs. My cockhead nudged her entrance, and with one thrust, I buried myself balls-deep in her tight, soaking cunt.

We fucked hard, the water pounding on us as I slammed into her. Her nails raked my back, tits bouncing with each pound. 'Harder, fuck me like your uncle never could,' she demanded. I obliged, railing her until my balls tightened, and I pulled out just in time to cum across her belly and tits.

Panting, we rinsed off, her hand still stroking me softly. 'This is our secret,' she murmured, kissing me deeply. 'But tomorrow... maybe we'll wake your mom up with the sounds.'

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the kitchen blinds as I shuffled downstairs, still buzzing from the night before. My cock stirred at the mere thought of Aunt Lisa's body under the shower spray, her pussy clenching around me as she came. Mom was at the stove, flipping pancakes, her back to me in a simple robe that hugged her figure. She was in her mid-forties, fit from her yoga classes, with the same dark hair as her sister but cut shorter. Aunt Lisa sat at the table, sipping coffee, dressed in a loose sundress that dipped low enough to show the swell of her cleavage. She caught my eye and winked, her foot sliding up my calf under the table as I grabbed a plate.

'Morning, sleepyhead,' Mom said cheerfully, plating food. 'You two were up late last night. I heard the shower running forever.'

Aunt Lisa's lips curved into a sly smile. 'Yeah, nephew here helped me scrub every inch. Felt amazing.' Her toes pressed against my inner thigh, inching toward my growing erection. I shifted, trying to play it cool, but the heat in her gaze made it impossible.

Breakfast dragged on with small talk about Aunt Lisa's job hunt and Mom's work drama. All I could focus on was the way Aunt Lisa's dress rode up her thighs, revealing smooth skin, and the memory of her piss-slick folds on my tongue. As soon as Mom cleared the plates and headed to the living room for her morning TV, Aunt Lisa stood, her hand brushing my shoulder. 'Help me with the dishes?' she murmured, voice low and inviting.

I nodded, following her to the sink. The moment Mom was out of sight, she pressed her ass back against my crotch, grinding slowly as she ran water. 'Missed this already,' she whispered, reaching behind to squeeze my bulge through my shorts. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the heat radiating from between her legs. She wasn't wearing panties I could tell from the way her dress hiked up, exposing her bare cheeks.

'We can't... not here,' I groaned, but my cock betrayed me, throbbing hard against her.

'Why not? Your mom's just in the next room. Makes it hotter.' She turned off the faucet and spun to face me, dropping to her knees right there on the kitchen floor. Her fingers yanked down my shorts, freeing my stiff shaft. It bobbed in front of her face, veins pulsing. Without a word, she leaned in and swallowed me whole, her mouth hot and wet, tongue swirling around the head as she bobbed deep.

I gripped the counter to steady myself, stifling a moan as she sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the remnants of her coffee breath. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently while she deepthroated me, gagging softly but not stopping. The risk of Mom walking in any second had my heart racing, balls tightening already.

Just then, footsteps approached. Aunt Lisa pulled off with a wet pop, standing quickly and smoothing her dress as Mom poked her head in. 'Everything okay? Need help?'

'All good, sis,' Aunt Lisa said smoothly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 'Just showing him how to load the dishwasher right.' Mom nodded and wandered back out, none the wiser.

The second she was gone, Aunt Lisa shoved me against the fridge, hiking her dress up. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips puffy and wet, a drop of arousal trailing down her thigh. 'Fuck me quick,' she demanded, wrapping one leg around my waist. I thrust into her without preamble, her cunt gripping me like a vice, slick walls milking my length as I pounded her standing up.

She bit my shoulder to muffle her cries, nails digging into my arms. Each slam of my hips made her tits bounce under the thin fabric, nipples poking through. 'Yes, fill your aunt's hole,' she hissed, clenching around me. I reached down, rubbing her clit in fast circles until she shuddered, her juices squirting out around my cock, soaking my balls. The obscene wet slaps echoed faintly, but we were too far gone to care.

I came hard, pumping my cum deep inside her, feeling it leak out as I kept thrusting through the aftershocks. She kissed me fiercely, tasting of my pre-cum, before pulling away and straightening her dress. Cum trickled down her leg as she sauntered to the table, leaving me to catch my breath.

The day blurred into domestic normalcy Mom running errands, Aunt Lisa lounging by the pool in a skimpy bikini that barely contained her curves. I joined her out back, the sun beating down as she oiled her skin, her hands gliding over her breasts and down to her mound. 'Rub some on me?' she asked innocently, handing me the bottle.

My palms slicked over her back, then her ass, fingers dipping between her cheeks to tease her puckered hole. She moaned, arching into it. 'Lower,' she breathed. I obliged, spreading her thighs and massaging her inner legs, brushing her pussy lips until she was dripping again. Mom was due back any minute, but that only spurred us on. Aunt Lisa rolled onto her back, pulling her bikini bottom aside to expose her glistening slit. 'Eat me out here, where anyone could see.'

I dove in, tongue flicking her clit before sucking it between my lips. She tasted musky and sweet, her hips bucking as I finger-fucked her, curling my digits to hit her G-spot. She pissed a little then, a warm spurt hitting my chin, but I lapped it up, the taboo flavor making me harder. Her orgasm hit fast, thighs clamping my head as she ground against my face, flooding my mouth with her release.

Mom's car pulled into the driveway just as Aunt Lisa composed herself, but the thrill lingered. That evening, after dinner, Mom suggested a movie night. We piled onto the couch me in the middle, Aunt Lisa on one side, Mom on the other. The lights dimmed, some rom-com flickering on screen, but Aunt Lisa's hand was soon in my lap, stroking my cock through my pants under the blanket.

Mom shifted closer, her head on my shoulder, oblivious at first. But as Aunt Lisa unzipped me and wrapped her fingers around my bare shaft, pumping slowly, I tensed. Aunt Lisa leaned over, whispering so only I could hear, 'Imagine if she joined. Your mom and me, both riding you.'

The idea was insane, forbidden, but it made my dick leak in her grip. Mom yawned, her hand resting on my thigh innocent, but close enough to Aunt Lisa's that the risk skyrocketed. Aunt Lisa speed up, thumb circling my tip, until I bit my lip and shot cum into the blanket.

The following days escalated. Aunt Lisa cornered me in the laundry room one afternoon, bending over the dryer with her shorts around her ankles. 'Fuck my ass,' she commanded, spreading her cheeks. Her hole winked at me, tight and inviting. I spat on it, working a finger in to loosen her up, then two, scissoring until she begged. Sliding my cock in was heaven her ring stretching around me, hot and vise like as I reamed her deep.

She pushed back, meeting every thrust, her hand between her legs rubbing her pussy. 'Deeper, stretch your aunt's shithole,' she groaned. I did, pounding until she came, ass clenching rhythmically, milking me until I flooded her bowels with cum. It leaked out as she stood, plugging it with her fingers before pulling up her shorts. 'Keep it in me all day,' she said with a grin.

Nights became our playground. After Mom's bedtime, Aunt Lisa snuck into my room, riding me reverse cowgirl so her ass jiggled with each bounce on my cock. She'd piss on my chest mid-fuck, the warm stream soaking the sheets, then lean down to lick it off while I railed her from below. We'd switch to doggy, me pulling her hair as I slammed into her cunt, her screams barely muffled by the pillow.

One night, she brought a toy a thick dildo she said Uncle Jack never used right. She sucked it wet while I fucked her mouth, then we double-teamed her: me in her pussy, the toy in her ass. She squirted everywhere, the bed a mess of fluids, her body quaking between us.

But the tension built toward something bigger. Mom started noticing things lingering looks, the way Aunt Lisa's clothes seemed disheveled. One evening, as we cleaned up after dinner, Mom cornered us in the kitchen. 'What's going on with you two? I can feel the... energy.'

Aunt Lisa didn't flinch. She stepped close to Mom, cupping her sister's face. 'We've been having fun, sis. He's got your genes hung and eager. Want to see?'

Mom's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, a flush crept up her neck. 'Lisa... that's...'

'Hot?' Aunt Lisa finished, kissing her softly. Mom hesitated, then kissed back, tentative at first, then hungry. I watched, cock hardening as they made out, hands roaming. Aunt Lisa guided Mom's hand to my bulge. 'Feel him. He's ready for both of us.'

Mom squeezed, gasping. 'God, he's big.' Clothes came off in a frenzy Aunt Lisa stripping Mom's blouse, revealing perky tits with dark nipples. They knelt before me together, tongues lapping at my shaft, taking turns sucking my balls and head. Mom's mouth was softer, exploratory, while Aunt Lisa deepthroated aggressively.

I fucked them side by side on the kitchen table, alternating holes. First Mom's pussy tighter than I imagined, wet and welcoming as she moaned, 'Fuck your mommy's cunt.' Then Aunt Lisa's ass, her urging me on. They kissed over my shoulder, fingers in each other's slits, pissing in unison as orgasms ripped through them golden streams arcing onto the floor.

I pulled out and came on their bellys, painting them with thick loads they licked off each other. Exhausted, we collapsed in a heap, bodies tangled. 'Family nights just got better,' Aunt Lisa purred, and Mom nodded, already reaching for my softening cock to stroke it back to life.

From then on, the house was our playground. Mornings with Mom blowing me under the breakfast table while Aunt Lisa cooked. Afternoons by the pool, double blowjobs leading to me fucking one while the other sat on her face. Nights of endless positions Mom riding my face, Aunt Lisa my cock, swapping fluids and holes until we passed out sticky and satisfied.