Chapter 5 - A Hand with the Dishes

All too soon, it was Friday, Peter’s last day with us, as Greg had agreed to take his nephew back home that evening. I decided we should make the most of his final day’s holiday and explore a few more of my warped and wonderful ideas!

So that morning, instead of dragging him from the breakfast table straight to the shower for more slippery, soapy sex lessons, I changed my tactics. While he was finishing off his corn flakes, I popped back to my bedroom and slipped out of my nightie and panties, putting only my filmy, see-through Kimono on over my naked body. That ought to get him going, I thought!

I returned to the kitchen-dining room and made a beeline for the sink, noticing on the way that his eyes were glued like laser beams to my wobbling boobs!  I started the washing up and asked him to bring his breakfast bowl over and help dry the dishes. Like most teenage boys, he hadn’t shown much enthusiasm for washing the dishes during his stay, but this morning he seemed more eager to help. I wonder why?

As he started wiping the crockery dry, I looked over my shoulder and said, “Thanks, Peter. I want you to give me a hand…”

“But… I am giving you a hand, Aunty,” he replied, puzzled.

“No,” I said. “Not like that…” I caught his wrist as he reached for the next plate.

“Like this,” I said, as I brought his hand up to my chest and thrust it inside my gaping kimono. His fingers closed eagerly around the full globe of my right breast, and his thumb started rubbing over my engorged nipple and areola.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, “that’s good, but see what you can do with both hands, Honey…”

He caught my drift, dropped the tea towel onto the work surface and used his left hand to reach around and grab my left breast as well.

“OOOhhh, yes, that’s nice, Peter,” I murmured as his hands kneaded and caressed my throbbing breasts, while I stood there with my hands in the washing-up bowl.

He was plastered against my back as his hands squeezed and tweaked my swollen nipples, and through his dressing gown (borrowed from Greg) I could feel his rock-hard cock rubbing up between my buttocks. Mmm, time for step two…

“Now, whatever happens, don’t let go of my boobs, okay, Peter?” I asked.

“I won’t, Aunty,” he said with enthusiasm.

I lifted my soapy hands out of the water and reached between us, lifting up my kimono to reveal my bare bum, then parting his dressing gown and grabbing his stiff penis.

“OOOUUHH!” he grunted in my ear.

“This feels stiff enough, Peter,” I said. “So I don’t think we’ll waste any more time.” And with that, I raised up on tiptoes and tilted my hips while guiding his already-dripping cock to my sopping pussy lips.

“There now, Peter,” I said as I felt his hot knob-head nudge the entrance to my vagina. “I think you know where it goes, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“MmmHmm,” he replied, as he thrust his hips forwards and upwards.

“OOOHHH GODDD!” I groaned as his throbbing rod plunged deep into my pussy.

“Oh, Aunty,” he murmured in my ear. “This feels very good!”

“Yes, it does, doesn’t it, Peter?” I agreed as he pinned me against the kitchen sink. “But you’d better slip Greg’s dressing gown off, so we don’t get cum all over it.”

“NO!” I shouted as his hands started to move away from my breasts. “Keep those hands where they are, remember?”

“Sorry, Aunty!” he said.

“I’ll help you out of the dressing gown,” I said as I fumbled to untie the belt and pulled it open.

“But I can’t take it right off without… mmmm… without moving my hands,” he said as he pushed his cock a little deeper into my dripping vagina.

“Ohhh, mmm,” I responded. “You’ve got a good point there, baby… mmMMM a very good point!” I agreed as he thrust forward again.

“I guess… OHH yesss!  I guess it will be okay like that then, MMmmm…” I mumbled as his hips pushed me up against the sink and parted my bum cheeks so that his pubic hair scrunched against my anus.

“OOOHHH GODDD,” I moaned. “That is SO good, Peter!”

By now, I was holding on to the mixer tap while Peter thrust his hard cock again and again up my dripping pussy, his balls slapping against my clitoris. He was hanging on to my breasts for dear life, ramming his bulging erection as deep as it would go.

I love to be fucked doggy style, but a stand-up doggy fuck, while trapped against the kitchen sink, ranks as my all-time favourite. The penetration is so deep and sooo exquisite!

“Oh oh OH OH,” I moaned.

I could feel Peter’s cock brushing my G-spot on every upstroke.

“Ah ah AH AHHH!” The heat in my pussy was building up towards a blinding orgasm… just as the postman walked past the kitchen window!

“Oh shit!” I whispered and froze. Peter stopped in mid-thrust. The postie walked right past the window without seeing us! But I knew he would be sure to spot us on the way back from our front door!

Clatter, plop! The letters fell on the doormat.

“Hide behind me, Peter!” I hissed over my shoulder as I pulled my kimono to cover my breasts and Peter’s hands… just as the postman walked back past the window again. I held my breath. He saw me and gave me a smile and a nod and continued on his way.

“Jeeesus! Hehehe!” I let my breath out in a hysterical giggle. In the reflection of the window, I saw Peter’s face reappear from behind my mop of curly hair – thank goodness he had my big hair to hide in – his eyes wide and staring after the disappearing postie.

“Do you think he saw anything?” he asked nervously.

“No,” I said, “he doesn’t know what he missed, does he?” And I wiggled my bum, making a delicious wet noise as my juices squelched between us. “But I do,” I said, “and we have some unfinished business, Peter.”

“Oh, Aunty,” he moaned, as he slowly pushed his cock balls-deep in me again. “I love fucking you, Aunt Mandy!”

“MMMmmm!” I moaned. “I love it too, Peter. So give it to me fast and hard, baby!”

He responded by squeezing my breasts and ramming his bulging cock deeper than ever into my sopping snatch.

“OOOHHH GOD!” I groaned as he pounded me against the sink. “Yes, that’s it, Honey… MMM, SO GOOD! Make your aunty… OHHH!  Make me cum all over your cock… OOOHH YESS!”

Within a minute, I was fast reaching that dizzy peak all over again.

“Fuck, yess, mmm, ooHHH, yesss, mmm, OH dear God, yes fuck me, Peter.” I was mumbling incoherently, as his hips banged against my bum and his cock thrust urgently up my hot love channel.

“Aunty!” gasped Peter, “I’m… I’m… I’m gonna CUUUMMM!” He groaned and lifted me off my feet as he rammed his cock even deeper, and the first hot fountain of semen spurted into my womb.

“OH ME TOO… AAAHHH YESSS!” I gasped as a monster orgasm rushed me over the edge.

“OHHH Aunty!” he moaned as more cream jetted out of his cock and into my vagina.

“AAHHMMM!” I groaned as sparks rippled through my pelvis and exploded in my head.

I don’t know how long we stood there, my legs quivering and buttocks clenching as my pussy spasmed uncontrollably, Peter’s hips jerking and his balls emptying their seed into my vagina. But neither of us wanted it to end.

Finally, as I became conscious of a steady trickle running down the inside of my legs, I realised that our private sex show could become very public if anyone else chose that moment to come to my door.

“Okay Peter,” I said gently, “you can let go of my breasts now, Honey.”

He released them reluctantly, but showed no signs of unplugging his softening penis from my dripping pussy.

“Umm, Aunty…?” he said.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Umm, there seems to be a lot of… umm… a lot of cum dripping on the floor!”

“Ah, yes. So there is! Pass the tea towel, Peter,” I said, then stuffed the cloth between my thighs. “Don’t worry, I’ll get a clean one for drying the dishes later.”

“Now, you can pull your cock out, honey. And mind you don’t get any on Greg’s dressing gown, or we’ll have to wash that too!”

Peter eased back, and with a delicious slurping sound, his cock and balls emerged dripping from between my buttocks. I caught the torrent of cum in the tea towel and straightened up.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed giving Aunt Mandy a hand with the dishes?” I said with a wicked smile.

“It was awesome, Aunty! Much better than washing up at home.”

“Haha! Yes, I’ll bet it was. Don’t go trying this on with your mum, Peter, or she will be bound to guess I’ve corrupted you!” I said. “Come on, we’d better go and get showered now, sweetie.”

Chapter 6 - Aunt Mandy’s Sex College

The thing with 18-year-old boys is this: they cum quickly and they cum lots. But a few minutes later, they are ready to cum all over again. It’s amazing!

By the time we’d taken it in turns to shampoo each other and rub soapy bubbles all over each other’s glistening bodies – with lots of nips, slaps and tickles thrown in for good measure – Peter was rock hard again.

I was holding the shower head, hosing him down to remove the last of the bubbles and saw that his cock was sticking up like a flagpole, the glans protruding from his foreskin, red and swollen and shiny.

“Mmmm,” I said, giving it a playful tap with my hand and seeing it bounce back up like a spring. “I think we’ll have to do something with this, won’t we? Or you’ll never be able to get your new jeans on.”

I put the shower head back in its holder, then reached down and gripped his cock. I said, “Do you want to try something a bit different, Peter?”

“Mmmm, yes please, Aunt Mandy,” he said enthusiastically. Such a sweet boy.

I said, “Okay, now I want you to lean forward and put your hands on the shower wall. That’s right. Now move your legs apart, sweetie. Yes, that’s it.”

I knelt down behind him and reaching in between his legs wrapped my hand softly around his penis, stroking slowly and gently forwards and downwards.

“Ooohhhh yesss!” he said. I thought he’d like that. I imagined it looked almost as good as it felt, as he looked down from above at my hand stroking his engorged cock.

From my vantage point between his legs and looking up I could see his balls swinging backwards and forwards as I slowly pumped his throbbing dick. Tilting my head back and reaching up with my tongue, I could lick his swollen testicles.

“OOOHHH Aunty!” he moaned, as I sucked each ball in turn into my hot wet mouth.

Rolling them around my mouth with my tongue, while slowly wanking his cock was having the desired effect on young Peter.

“Mmmm, ohhh, yess… that’s so good,” he groaned, clear pre-cum dripping from the engorged head of his penis.

I stopped sucking his balls to ask him a question. “You like that, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Oh God yes, Aunty. It feels unbelievable,” he gasped.

“Ready to try something else?” I asked.

“MmmmHmmm,” he agreed, “anything Aunt Mandy. You can do anything with me.”

“Good boy,” I said. “Now just relax, Peter. This will feel a little odd at first, but I’m sure you will love it.” Then I sucked the middle finger of my left hand to coat it with saliva before slipping the fingertip into the opening of his anus.

“OHHH!” he gasped in surprise.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I reassured him. “Just relax and let my finger slip in there, Honey.”

Slowly, my finger entered his ass and reached forward to gently stroke his prostate.

“MMMmmm, oh that feels amazing, Aunty!” he moaned, as I massaged him internally and externally at the same time.

“OOOHHH!” he groaned, as his legs trembled and shook and the steady drip of pre-cum became a stream. By lifting my face and pulling his cock lower, most of this sweet cream poured over my face and into my open mouth. Mmmm, I love the taste of a young boy’s cum.

By gently pressing and releasing his prostate gland, the sensation of intense orgasm repeated itself over and over and he was moaning and drooling semen from his cock almost constantly.

I knew from my misspent, but interesting, nursing career that a prostate orgasm, or ‘milking the prostate’ as it’s sometimes called, is quite different for a man compared to a regular ejaculation. Greg always tells me that the heightened sensations are awesome. He calls his prostate his male G-spot, but amazingly, it doesn’t lead to deflation of the penis.

So, after about five minutes of milking his fit young body of its semen, Peter was still stiff as a poker, and I decided it was time for me to complete his education.

I gently withdrew my finger from his ass and rinsed it under the shower, but I kept a firm grip on his cock as I stood up.

“Are you okay, Peter?” I asked him.

“Mmmm. More than okay, Aunty,” he mumbled. “I don’t know what you did, but it was incredible. I seemed to keep cumming and cumming non-stop.”

“That was called a prostate orgasm, baby. Something a lot of men never experience, and most women don’t even know about,” I explained, as I gently squeezed his cock to keep it hard. “Thank goodness that your Aunt Mandy was a naughty nurse once upon a time, eh…?”

“Mmmm, you are amazing, Aunty!” he agreed with a smile.

“Good. I’m pleased you feel that way, because if you’ve got the strength left, there is one last lesson at Aunt Mandy’s Sex College. One more thing you need to learn before you graduate with honours,” I said.

“I… I don’t know if I can cum anymore, just at the moment,” he said apologetically.

“That’s okay, Peter,” I reassured him. “As long as your cock stays nice and stiff like this, it will work just fine. It’s me who needs to cum, baby, and I’m going to show you one more way to help me cum big time. Okay?”

“Mmm, okay, Aunty. I’d love to make you cum, if I can,” he said. Such a sweet boy!

“Right, sweetie. It’s my turn to lean against the wall,” I said, turning around and resting my hands on the streaming tiles, the warm water cascading over my back.

I shuffled my feet apart and said, “Now you stand behind me, Peter. Yes, that’s right…” as I felt his hands on my hips and his hard cock between my bum cheeks.

“Now, first we need to slide this in my wet pussy,” I said, as I reached between my legs and directed his penis into my swollen vagina. “MMMmmm that’s right baby, all the way in. Yessss! Make it nice and slippery.”

“Then you need to pull it back out, Peter,” I said, reaching back again to catch his cock and aim it an inch higher, rubbing the glans around my anus.

“Now… you keep very still, baby,” I said, in a whisper, “while… I… push… slowly… back… ooohhhHHH YESSS,” I hissed, as the bulbous head of his stiff cock slid gently into my tiny asshole.

“Oh, Aunty! That is so tight!” he gasped.

“Mmmm, I know, baby. Don’t move for a minute. Let my bum relax…”

Once in a while, on special occasions like this, I love anal intercourse. But I keep it as a rare treat, which means my ass stays really tight and it takes me a while to accommodate a hard cock. And despite all he’d been through that morning – or maybe because of all he’d been through – Peter’s cock was rock hard.

“Okay, Peter. It’s opening up now. Just keep still, darling and let me slide back on you,” I said as I eased back further and felt his rigid prick slipping ever deeper into my bum.

“Mmmm, OH Aunty. That feels fucking incredible!” he said.

“MMMmmm. Yes, it does, doesn’t it, baby? Are you all the way in?” I asked, as I felt his balls against my pussy lips and his hips pressed tight against my bum cheeks.

“OHhhh yesss!” he gasped. “It’s all the way in now, and it’s amazing.”

“Good boy. Now, very slowly and very gently, I want you to start fucking me.”

He got a fresh grip on my hips and slowly eased himself out a couple of inches.

“MMmmm, that’s good, baby,” I moaned.

Then he gently pushed himself forward again, sinking his cock back into my bum right up to the hilt.

“OH GODDD, that’s so good,” I hissed. “Again, but keep it slow and gentle.”

He eased back out, then slid slowly forward again, moaning as he did so. It was still incredibly tight.

“OOOHHH, Mmmm,” I gasped. With one hand pressed flat on the tiles, I reached back with the other and touched my aching clitoris. Reaching even further, I cupped Peter’s tight ball sack and felt the stream of juice from my pussy pouring over them.

“Next time you pull back, Peter,” I said, “reach under and catch some of my pussy juice, then spread it over your cock to lubricate it some more, please, Honey.”

He did as he was told, then slid his penis a little more easily into my ass, while I rubbed my clitoris.

“OOHH, yessss!” I moaned.

Peter sensed I was ready for more and picked up a gentle, rocking rhythm while I grunted and groaned and felt his cock plunging deep inside me.

“Is… this… okay… Aunty…?” he gasped as he pumped his cock in my rear.

“Ohhh… Yesss… Mmmm… Perfect!” I answered, in time with his thrusts.

The fact was, his plunging cock was spreading a warm glow outward from my anus, my tender ring was afire with lust, and my pussy was already beginning to spasm as my fingers rubbed my clitoris.

As I leaned further forwards to give Peter more direct access for his increasing thrusts, my big breasts were hanging down and...