It was a big year for me. I had just turned twenty-two, graduated from college, started a new job, and moved into my first apartment, all in the same month. I hadn't even been in my new place for a whole week when my aunt called to say that she was in town visiting my mom and had a housewarming gift for me. It was Friday night, and I had planned to go out, but she wouldn't take "no" for an answer, and she'd be here in an hour.

My aunt is a thick, midwestern woman with a big ole pair of titties, who was a hugger, even through high school and college. She'd chase me down for a hug, with her titties jiggling and flopping around. She would pull me in for a big bear hug whenever I'd see her and squeeze the life out of me. Of course, I'd pretend not to like it, but I loved every minute of it because her hugs felt like they came straight from Mrs. Stay Puft herself.

I dated skinny girls with small titties all through high school and college, because I didn't want to be with someone heavy. Still, there was something about my aunt that drew me to her. The older I got, the more attractive I found her. I couldn't tell you if it was her laugh, her smile, or her gigantic titties, but I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

An hour later, I opened the door and was blown away by what greeted me on the other side of the door. Pat had lost a bunch of weight in the four years that I had been away at college. About the only thing she hadn't lost was her massive melons.

Aunt Patty stood there in a yellow, flowered milkmaid dress cinched at the waist, accentuating her breasts. My god, she looked good. She stretched out her arms, waiting to wrap them around me for one of her huge hugs. Patty pulled my face into her bosom and just about smothered me in her copious cleavage. I ogled her jiggly tits, giving her the once-over as she walked past me into my apartment.

Aunt Pat has always been a bit cheeky and never too shy to pry, as she would put it. "So, have you christened the place yet?" she asked as I showed her around.

"Christened? What's that?"

"Have you gotten laid in it yet?" she snickered.

"Oh, Jeez, Aunt Pat! I've only been here a week."

"Well then, how about you let me help with that?" she giggled again.

"Jeezus, Pat. You're my aunt. We can't fuck!"

"Who said anything about fuckin? I was thinking a quick handy, or maybe even a blowjob."

"Cut the shit, there's no way that you're gonna suck my cock! You're punking me, and my mom will jump out any minute?"

"Come on, I thought all you young ones feel that oral isn't really sex. And no one's punking you. I just thought that you'd like to finally get a peek at these," Pat said as she pulled her top down and exposed her breasts.

They weren't saggy like I had imagined them to be. Now they seemed bigger than the last time I saw Pat. She saw me ogling her tits. "Do you like them? I got them done after I lost weight." I stepped closer and stretched out my hand to see if she'd quickly tuck them away. When she didn't, I grabbed a handful and squeezed it. Her flesh oozed through my fingers like a stress ball.

I couldn't believe that Aunt Pat was actually letting me play with her titties. I stooped and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. "Ooh, that tickles," she cooed while she ran her fingers through my hair. "Don't neglect the other one."

I pressed her tits together so her nipples touched so that I could get them both into my mouth at the same time. "Ooh. You're such a naughty nephew." I nodded as I battered her nips with my tongue.

"Does sucking your auntie's titties give you a big boner?" she asked.

'Uh, Huh," I mumbled.

"Do you want Aunty to suck your big, hard cock now?"

Again, I nodded emphatically while mumbling, "Uh-huh. Uh, huh.

"Pull it out. Show me how bad you want me to suck your cock," Pat said as she knelt at my feet.

Precum was already forming on the tip of my cock by the time I dropped my drawers and stood there with them around my ankles. Pat licked the precum off my helmet before she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She flicked her tongue back and forth across my vein as she took me deeper into her mouth. Her head began to move as she gobbled my knob. Pat got my cock all slobbery and then wedged it into her cleavage. "You ever have a tit fuck?" she asked, squeezing her tits together.

I bent my knees slightly and humped her chest, sliding my cock through her cavernous cleavage. "I knew you were a breast man," she said just before sucking the tip of my cock into her mouth. I fucked her tits until my legs started to shake. My leg muscles were burning, and I had to step away.

When she stood up, the front of her dress and bra had a huge wet spot. She took them off and walked down the hall to my bedroom. She climbed onto my bed and said, "We can finish in here," she said, patting the bed. Thinking that finish meant fucking, I started to get between her legs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I never said anything about fuckin. I said a hand job, or blowie. Now climb up here so I can stick your cock in my mouth."

I got on my back with Pat between my legs while she sucked my cock. It was amazing the way she twisted her hand on my shaft as she sucked the tip. She sucked me deeper into her mouth with every stroke until the tip of my cock was firmly pressed against the back of her throat. After a few moments for her gag reflex to relax, she slipped the head of my cock into her throat.

It was tighter than a virgin's twat. From this position, she was limited as to how deep she could take me and only got a third of my cock down her throat. She took me in and out of her throat until there was no inclination to gag. At that point, she sat up and asked how I liked it. Before I could answer, she lay back with her head dangling over the edge of the mattress. "Come over here and fuck my mouth." She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. I couldn't believe what was happening.

Pat tilted her head from side to side as she guided my cock into her throat. I stood motionless until she gave me the go-ahead and let me start fucking her throat. I grabbed her giant tits, squeezing them while I slowly throat fucked my auntie Pat. I couldn't help but notice the wet spot forming in the crotch of her panties. I slid one hand down her tummy and into her panties, but she waved, No with her finger. I wondered if fingering her pussy would be too much of a temptation for her. "Yes!" I said, slipping my fingers into her. It wasn't long before she was humping my hand as hard as I was humping her mouth. I could feel Pat pinching and pulling on her nipples while I fingered her cunt.

Oh my god, I thought Aunt Pat was having a conniption fit when I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. She began to thrash around, patting my ass, signaling me to stop, but I knew she was close to cumming, and so was I. I fingered her hole in rhythm with the thrusts of my cock into her throat. Aunt Pat tried to push me away from her pussy, but I held on for a few more thrusts until I made her climax. Surely, a few more strokes won't hurt. "I'm cumming, Auntie Pat. I'm cummming!" I groaned as I nutted down her throat.

"That was fucking amazing!" I stammered. "Uncle Frank is a lucky guy if her gets this on the regular. I don't know if saying thank you is appropriate, but thank you."

"Don't mention it. Ever! I mean, don't mention it to anyone!" she said, wiping her mouth. "I'm supposed to meet your mother for dinner in a bit. I'd love it if you would come with us."

"I don't think I could face Mom, not after her sister just sucked my balls dry."

"I could come back tomorrow if you're available."

I nodded, thinking, "Bet your ass I'll be free." I'd do anything to get another chance to fuck her.

"Can you hook me up?" she asked as she jiggled her tits into the cups. My eyes about popped out of my head when I saw tag. She was a fucking F-cup. I knew she had big titties, but holy shit, F-CUPS! That made me want to fuck even more. She rushed out after getting dressed, saying that she'd call later.

Pat called around eight that evening, all giggly and loud. I could hear my mother in the background, calling Pat a cunt. "Did you know my sister's a bitch?" Pat laughed. They'd obviously been drinking, which is never a good combination with these two, and I knew it wouldn't be too much longer, and they'd be ripping each other's hair out. I told her that she could stay at my place if she didn't want things to escalate with Mom. She took me up on the offer and came right over.

I asked what started it this time when she arrived. "Nothing really. I didn't feel like rehashing the past, so I picked a fight after a few drinks so that I could leave. The truth is, I couldn't get the thought of your magnificent cock out of my head. My pussy's been dripping wet ever since I left, and I couldn't til tomorrow to get your cock back into my mouth." I was a bit sceptical that she loved sucking my cock so much that she came back for more, and I wondered how much begging it would take to get her to let me fuck her.

"Let's see how good you are at eating pussy," Pat said as she led me to the bedroom. As soon as we had our clothes off, she had me get on my back in the middle of the bed. She climbed on top of me, commanding me to eat her pussy while she ground her cunt into my face. I drove my tongue into her cunt hole in response. Pat lowered herself on top of me and started sucking my cock again. It wasn't long before she was deep-throating my cock again while I flicked her bean around with my tongue. Oh man, could she suck cock. Pat took my cock balls deep into her throat, then out to the tip, and then back down her gullet. It felt like she was long stroke fucking me.

I played with her titties the whole time that we sixty-nined. I'd pinch and roll her nipples as I pulled them hard. I know that Pat liked it by the way she humped my face harder. She increased her pace and began to shake her head from side to side every time my cock was down her throat. I realized that she was close to another climax and was trying to make cum at the same time.

I bucked my hips upwards, thrust my cock as far as I could down her throat to catch up with her. A flush of salty cooch juice rushed into my mouth just as I started to cum. Pat had to pull my cock out a bit to accommodate the tidal wave of nut nectar poured into her mouth. We humped and ground against each other, writhing in ecstasy until our climax subsided.

Aunt Pat wasn't quite finished with my cock and kept it in her mouth, sucking it back to life. She continued to suck while squeezing the base like a cock ring. Once I was hard, she continued to suck my cock. I pleaded with her the whole time, begging her to let me fuck her, but Aunt Pat just shook her head, No. I reached between her legs to finger her some more, but she pulled my cock out of her mouth, saying, "I don't know if I can stop myself if you keep doing that."

"I don't want you to stop," I told her as I pushed her onto her back and buried my face into her muff. I licked her through a couple more orgasms to wear her down. "Now do you want some of this?" I asked, slapping her pussy with my hard cock. "God, Yes! Shove your fat cock up me." I slammed my meat into her, pounding her pussy as she continued to beg for more. "Fuck me! Fuck Me! FUCK MEEE!" she squealed as she came.

I grunted that I was close, and her eyes suddenly snapped open. "No! No, you can't cum in me. Don't cum in me. You can stick it in my ass if you want to." My cock was so lubricated with her creamy juices that it slid right into her back door with ease. Pat grabbed my ass cheeks and yanked my hips hard into her, driving my cock up her pooper.

"Oh my fucking gaaawd. Fuck it. Fuck my ass, honey. Fuck it," Pat growled as she reached between us to rub her clit.

I hammered my cock up her ass while she squealed that she was cumming again. "Hurry, honey. I can't take it anymore. Hurry."

I cried out, "I'm cumming, Auntie Pat. I'm cumming, too," as I pumped a load of cum up her bum. I kept humping her ass hole until I drained my balls. I fell on top of her, exhausted from the exertion. "Do you fuck like that all the time?" She said that we'd have the rest of the weekend to find out.

My mother was over early the next morning with my aunt's things. "No one wants to see that walking around without makeup," Mom joked. They made up over a cup of coffee, and my hopes of a long sex-filled weekend were dashed. No matter what, I'd always have the memories of Anal Aunt Pat in my first apartment.