In the late 1970’s, I started living with my aunt to attend a nearby college. Her home was near campus, and since I did not own a car, I could use public transportation, or sometimes walk, to get to classes and back. She was divorced, in her 30’s, and an SSBBW. In her younger years, she was pleasantly plump with very big full breasts, and she was always very loving and physical with me. Marriage brought on more weight, an...

My aunt Eleanor is loaded. She lives in a big house packed with antiques and works of art. I was never quite sure what the relationship between my parents and Eleanor was, or what made me her nephew, but I knew she wasn't a direct blood relative. I was never sure if she'd been married but there were rumours there'd been men in her life. For some reason, she seemed to take a liking to my father and my parents wanted to mak...

It took my cock and my libido several days to recover from the wild orgy at neighbor Debbie's house. The two of us ended the evening with a rousing incestual romp with her two teenage daughters after frolicking in the hot tub once the guests had either passed out or left for home. I could never have imagined the passion I experienced and watched that night. I let my imagination run wild as to what was to continue to happe...

The following morning dawned with an air as if the previous night's escapades were nothing but a fever dream. Breakfast passed with amiable chatter, both Taylor and Bella wearing masks of normalcy as Aunt MJ presided over the meal with her usual mixture of love and sternness. Once the meal was finished, Taylor excused himself to begin his day’s labor on the farm—a routine he knew well by now, each task grounding him back...

Morning arrived with the crow of a rooster, its call like a herald for duties awaiting. Emerging from beneath quilted covers, Taylor dressed slowly, the ache from yesterday's spanking flaring as he moved. He made his way downstairs, following the enticing aroma of breakfast being cooked. As Taylor descended into the kitchen, he spotted Aunt MJ standing at the stove, skillfully flipping pancakes. Warmth painted across her...

Another true tale from my youth. I am lucky enough to have an uncle, my mother's brother Bob, who is only ten years older than me. We grew up more as brothers than uncles and nephews, and we had a great relationship. When I was in my early twenties, my uncle, Bob, divorced his first wife after only about five years of marriage. He soon met somebody named Sam, who was only five years my senior, incredibly sexy, and stunnin...

The summer heat was wrapping around Taylor like a thick, sweaty blanket as he dragged his suitcase up the dusty path to Aunt MJ's sprawling farmhouse. He was eighteen now, fresh out of high school and ready for a new chapter, but this summer was about reconnecting with roots before the college plunge. Roots that were deeply entangled with memories of raspberries picked under the sun and stern scoldings followed by warm, c...

Nick and I didn’t get much notice that we were going to stay with Mum’s school friend ‘Auntie Geraldine’, in her pokey house in a grim little village in Norfolk. She lived there with her daughters Judy, seventeen, and Rebecca, eighteen. We hadn’t been there for ages but we both remembered how dull and old-fashioned everything was, and the only time we ever went out was to church! Mum and Dad were going away with Dad’s wor...

As I woke up the next morning, I had a little extra pep in my step. Maybe it was because I got a great night of sleep. Or it was because my aunt had jacked me off into her mouth for the first time. Whatever it was I felt great and ready to take on the day...and then the phone rang. "Hey hun, how is your trip going? Haven't heard from you in a few days and wanted to check in," my mother’s voice echoed in the room through t...

I've known Aunt Maria for many years, she's been Mum's best friend for as long as I can remember. She'd often be at our house for coffee mornings and occasionally visited us at our caravan. As a teenager, I often had to take myself somewhere private for a wank when she'd been over. Her big boobs always flashed plenty of cleavage and she always wore long flowing dresses. On a few occasions, I'd seen her in her one-piece sw...

I pressed the intercom just after nine p.m. and within thirty seconds the gate slid back and I drove up the driveway. I knew of course that the camera above the intercom had clearly shown my face and my aunt was expecting me. What it didn’t show was how wet my panties were or the hidden surprises I had in store for her. This would be the first time that the two of us would spend an entire night together as Uncle Frank was...