Visiting my aunt and uncle

Before heading to the seaside, I convinced my boyfriend Chris to stop by Aunt Margaret’s place, since it had been ages since I last visited her. About five years ago, back when I was 16. I had gone with my parents back then.

Chris agreed, though reluctantly.

When I called her to let her know I’d be stopping by, she was delighted and even suggested we stay the night.

We packed our luggage, except for my swimsuit — I had ordered a beautiful one with multicolored seashells from the Intimissimi website. We were supposed to pick it up from a store in the mall near my aunt’s place.

On the way, we bought a praline cake.

Aunt Margaret hadn’t changed at all — she was just as lively and well-kept as ever. But Uncle Jerry had aged significantly. He was completely bald now. And according to my aunt, he had started having memory problems, as well as incontinence.

Everything was fine…

Chris and I slept in a separate room. But in the morning…
I woke up first. Sunlight was flooding the room, the door was closed, and I was a little turned on—though fully aware of where I was.

Then, suddenly, I heard my aunt’s voice outside the door. She was scolding Uncle Jerry for not wearing his diaper at night.

Fuck… for some reason, that turned me on even more…

I lay there, slightly pushing the blanket aside, my hand slipping beneath it — I was already so wet. I just stared at the ceiling, eavesdropping on their conversation. Auntie mentioned she’d stop by the pharmacy later. She named some medication, and from what I gathered, it had something to do with urinary problems. I was burning up and couldn't take it anymore! I'm so sorry...

We were on the second floor, and through the slightly open window — the heat outside was sweltering, 29°C — voices drifted in from the street, along with the distant sounds of construction. I turned to Chris, who was lying on his back, his face turned toward me, and slid my hand under his blanket, into his boxers. I began stroking him, kissing his neck, then moving higher. His lips responded to my kisses before he even opened his eyes. And his cock, which I boldly — yet carefully — squeezed in my hand along with his balls, suddenly swelled in size.

I completely lost it...

With one hand, I pulled off my panties while still stroking him. He seemed to reach for me, but I pulled back, swung my leg over him, and when I straightened my back, sitting up in a cowgirl position, I felt the blanket slip down to my hips. Chris’s gaze was fully alert now, but his eyes betrayed a hint of confusion. I didn’t care. I was burning up inside... I wouldn’t have cared if the door suddenly swung open and my aunt or uncle caught us. I grabbed his cock and inserted the head between my petals, then slowly lowered myself onto him.

I don’t know about others, but for me, there’s nothing like the indescribable pleasure of a cock pushing inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. It’s an insane rush.

And that rush only intensified because what was inside me was a thick, throbbing, rock-hard tool, pulsing with vitality and ready to explode at any moment.

That was the first time we came together. At that moment, I was frantically grinding my hips back and forth, teasing my cervix, pressing my hands against Chris’s chest — and thinking about the contrast between useless cocks and healthy ones. And now this healthy cock is inside me. Moreover, it was a real revelation to me that we so easily had sex in my aunt's apartment. The second I felt him filling me up, that hot rush, I came instantly. It was mind-blowing. I collapsed onto him, gasping for air as it ended.

Of course, I felt guilty in front of my aunt — we’d left a stain on the sheets. But she didn’t even hint at it during breakfast. She had made pancakes with maple syrup.

I also felt bad for Uncle Jerry. But such is life.

After breakfast, I went to pick up my swimsuit, and bought some medicine for my uncle. We returned to my aunt’s place one last time — I handed her the medicine, and then… we left.