"MOM!!!!!!!!!" a very frustrated Stan Donner whined. "What do I have to stay with Aunt Denise? Why can't I stay with Aunt Betty and Uncle Lester? They have a pool."

"I told you why, darling," Agnes Donner explained. "Aunt Denise and Aunt Betty played a hand of 'High Card' to see who got you. Aunt Denise lost. So she's stuck with you for the next two weeks."

"But Mom," he protested. She lives in an APARTMENT!"

Stan's mother gasped in mock disbelief. Then she said with a fatal air of finality, "You'll survive."

Stan spent the next two days pouting. When they drove to Aunt Denise's apartment complex, Stan's feet felt as heavy as a dead man walking the last mile. When they got there he was still frowning.

"What, no hug for your Aunt Denise?" his mother's younger sister asked. Stan sighed and performed his nephew-ly duty. He wasn't sure exactly what was wrong with him. Aunt Denise was nice enough. She laughed a lot, and was actually kind of pretty, if you liked old chicks. Not that thirty-two was actually old. All his friends thought she was kind of hot, and would probably swap places with him in a heartbeat.

As he watched his parents drive away from the window of the fourth floor apartment, he wondered if it was too late to call any of them to find out.

Aunt Denise came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You wish you were going with them, don't you?" she asked him.

"It's not that," he said. "It's just….."

"It's just that you'd rather be anywhere else but here?" she said. "I know how you feel. I was young once, too, about a hundred years ago."

Stan couldn't help but smile at the picture she painted.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Denise," he apologized. "It's not your fault. I didn't mean to take it out on you."

They hugged again. This one lasted a little longer. Stan was surprised at how good her body felt against his. He guessed that his aunt must spend a lot of time at the gym.

"So, what would you like to do, nephew?" she asked. "Would you like to play some board games?"

Stan just shook his head.

"Would you like to rent a couple of movies?" she asked.

Stan just shook his head again.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked.

Stan almost shook his head again before the words sunk in. Then he didn't know how to react. He just froze.

"Come on, handsome," she smiled. "I saw how you looked at my tits. You're hot for your old auntie, aren't you?"

Stan's skin turned the shade of a freshly boiled lobster. If the ground could have opened up and swallowed him, he would have gone willingly.

Then Aunt Denise shocked him even further. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. When she didn't pull away he found himself kissing her back. In his young life he'd played around with a few girls, but nothing in his limited experience had prepared him for his first kiss from a woman. When they finally came up for air, Aunt Denise spoke softly.

"My sweet beautiful boy. You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes," he said, confessing his deepest darkest secret.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Stan," Aunt Denise assured him. "I'm so honored to be your first."

"I love you Aunt Denise," Stan said.

"I love you too, nephew," Aunt Denise said. Then, taking his hand, she led him to the bedroom. Sitting him on the bed, she kissed him again.

"Take off your clothes," she said. "I'll be back in a few minutes.

She disappeared into the bathroom. Stan stood unmoving for a moment, still trying to process everything that was happening to him. If it was a dream, it was one he never wanted to wake up from. With nervous fingers, he undressed. Then he tried to control his shaking as he waited for his aunt to reappear.

When she did she didn't disappoint. She had let her long red hair down, and had changed into a short robe that left her shapely legs exposed. Stan felt his manhood swell as she posed seductively in the doorway. Embarrassed beyond words, he tried to cover his shame with his hands.

"Don't cover yourself," Aunt Denise said. "You've got a beautiful cock. I want to see it."

Reluctantly, Stan pulled his hands away. As someone who had experienced life only through porn, he had always feared that his cock was too small. But from the look on Aunt Denise's face, she didn't appear to be the least bit disappointed.

"Tell me, nephew," she asked playfully. "Have you ever seen a real naked woman?"

"No," Stan stated. But then his eyes went wide as saucers as Aunt Denise let her robe fall to the floor.

"You have now," she grinned, turning around slowly to allow him to examine her bare body from every possible angle. When she finished she got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to where he waited. When she reached him she placed her hands on his knees and began to plant soft kisses on his inner thighs.

"What would you like me to do?" Aunt Denise asked.

"What?" Stan asked, clearly not expecting the question. He assumed Aunt Denise would set the agenda.

"Tell me what to do," Aunt Denise confirmed. "A girl likes it when a man takes charge."

Stan pondered this for a moment. Then he said firmly, "Suck my cock, bitch!"

Denise was outwardly surprised at her nephew's rough choice of words, but inwardly that made her tingle.

"You're the boss, darling," she smiled as she licked her ruby red lips in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped them around her beloved nephew's towering shaft. Stan's cock gave a sudden jerk, and then a voluminous quantity of thick sticky cum unexpectedly filled her mouth.

Stan was completely mortified.

"God, I'm sorry, Aunt Denise," he stammered.

"Don't be, darling," Denise responded after she swallowed. "It just means that you were really turned on by your old auntie. This time you'll last a lot longer."

Aunt Denise proved her point by starting over. And even though Stan had already emptied an enormous load into his aunt's belly, with the great vitality of youth his cock almost immediately sprang back to life. But this time the horny teen was able to settle back and enjoy the sheer bliss of an experienced woman's lips, mouth and tongue. Stan groaned with pleasure as she feasted on his tender virgin flesh, bobbing her head up and down and taking him deeper and deeper down her throat. It was only with the greatest reluctance that he eventually asked her to stop.

"I want to be inside you now, Aunt Denise," he said.

"Our little boy is ready to become a man," she said playfully. "Why don't you get on your back, lover?"

Stan did as she asked. Aunt Denise immediately straddled him. Leaning down she kissed him long and lovingly. When she noticed how he glanced at her tits she offered them to him. Stan eagerly kissed them and sucked them, drawing soft cries of pleasure from his beautiful aunt. While Denise had experienced many lovers in her colorful life, there was something special about the eager touch of an inexperienced young boy giving in to his baser instincts for the very first time. Without interrupting his pleasure she reached between his legs and took hold of his cock. Still slick with his saliva, she knew it would slide neatly into her equally wet vagina.

Stan suddenly gasped with pleasure as Aunt Denise lowered herself down upon his erection. She took hold of his hands and let their fingers entwine as she slowly started to ride her beautiful young nephew. For his part Stan held on for dear life as his ground her hips with increasing speed, taking him deeper and deeper inside of her. The temperature in the room seemed to rise a hundred degrees, and soon both of their hot bodies glistened with sweat. Denise came three times before Stan finally attained the ultimate orgasm, flooding his aunt's womb with his special seed.

Physically drained, the two illicit lovers clung to each other. They kissed tenderly, and no matter how hard she tried Denise couldn't stop herself from touching her nephew's penis.

Suddenly, Denise bolted upright to a seated position.

"What's wrong?" Stan asked, suddenly concerned that he had done something wrong.

"Your mother," she said. "What are we going to tell her when she calls?"

With a sly grin, Stan pulled her back down and climbed on top of her. To her amazement she could feel his cock coming back to life as it pressed against her.

"We'll tell her we played games," Stan said, speaking with a new level of confidence that he had never felt before. "You like games, don't you?"

Denise couldn't help but giggle as the outlandish suggestion.

"Who won?" she asked.

"I think we both did," Stan grinned. Then the two forbidden lovers stopped talking and turned their full attention to the new game they both loved playing.


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