My parents divorced years and years ago. We lived at my uncle's house for a while until my father remarried. I was motherless for that time and I was dysfunctional. Still, I had an aunt who took very good care of me as if I was one of her children. This is why I've always been particularly fond of her.

As taboo as it sounds, as the years went on, I slowly developed a crush on her. She's got soft white skin, short grey hair, and a sweet face. She's so cute, even in her mature age.

She must have harbored much sympathy and pity toward me, because she was always very soothing when talking to me.

I remember once, during a family reunion, her family had finally arrived where we were holding it. She had cut her hair previously. I liked it and complimented her. She looked at me, blushed a little, and smiled, telling me thank you and that I was a sweetie.

The reunions were always a few days long (they were big). At one point, I had gone up stairs to the bathroom. Since this was a house I was somewhat unfamiliar with and built by the owner, I must have forgotten some specific way to lock the door, because I twisted the bolt, but it wasn't locked. I found this out because my aunt came in as I pulled my pants down. I looked up at her and she said, "Oopsie! I can see your butt!" Then, turning away, she remarked how it was just as cute as when I was little. That caught me off-guard. "You still remember that??" I asked. "Well...yes." She stammered. "You were always such a handsome young man, but I knew you only saw me as an aunt." I hesitated, but eventually told her about my crush I had on her from a very young age.

"Oh...is that so??" Her eyes weren't so wide anymore. I could see her figure loosen a bit. She approached me. "You know. I've always wondered what the rest of you looked like." She softly took hold of my scrotum, gently feeling it. She looked deeply into my eyes. I don't know how she did it. Just by touching me like that, I was fully erected in a very short moment.

She slowly started pulling my shirt up, feeling my chest and shoulders. I started lifting hers up. Once we were both shirtless, I put my hands down her pants and stroked the outside of her panties. She finished undressing. She was still beautifully white, yet slightly chubby. I felt her skin, her face, her butt. She softly signed as we embraced. She was soft. Very soft. I could feel my hard dick against her leg, preventing me from getting closer. She looked down at it and started stroking it. Her hands were so soft that lubricant wasn't even necessary. She was able to dry jerk me easily.

I sat on the toilet bowl facing her. She looked up at me, a desirous expression on her face, still stroking me softly.

"Are you comfortable?? How's this??" I told her she was fine. She smiled a little, and, still looking at me, slowly started licking. "Nice and clean." she said softly. She gazed up at me the whole time. She slowly wrapped her lips around the tip of my penis. She kept whispering things to me. "Ooh, you're so hard. You like it how I run my tongue all over your cock like that?? Yeah??" She would very slowly move my dick in and out of her mouth, those eyes burning with lust staring into mine. "You like it slow, hun?? Nice and slow, work it out?? Huh, baby??"

I was starting to shiver, not because I was cold, but because of...something. She was good. I never knew she had it in her to be such an amazing dirty talker. She seemed to know exactly what felt the best and gave the most pleasure.

Time passed. She went back to jerking me, still looking at me, almost expressionless, whispering to me. "You like that?? Take your time, just let it all out when you're ready. That's all I want you to do." As the jerking got more intense, she would jerk and suck interchangeably. Barely audible and between breaths, she'd softly repeat, "Give it to me. Come on. Give it to me. I want it all over my face. Yeah?? Would you like that?? Give it to me. Give it to me."

I couldn't help myself. I got up. She looked at me surprised, but still wanting me. I came down onto her, and she leaned back, letting me take her on the floor. I got into her easily, since she had been ready for a long time. We remained there, me pushing myself into her, moderate and hard, her legs spread, feet up and toes curled. She was almost glaring at me, but I knew she simply knew a good fuck when she got it. She pulled me in.

"I love you." she said, matching my thrusting pattern. "I love you so much." We stared at each other, breathing, taking each other in. Our faces got so close that our lips and noses were lightly touching. She tongued me a little, turning me on, incredibly, even more.

I must have came in her for a whole minute. My parts pulsating as I unloaded my fluids into her. I could feel it coming out of her even. The throbbing slowed and soon I was finished.

I could feel her relax as her legs came down, her heels resting on my calves, moving back and forth, lightly stroking my legs with her soles.

She looked up at me, hand on my face. "I didn't want it to go that far, but I loved every moment of it, honey."

As I pulled out, I noticed liquid on the ground between us. She must have orgasmed at the same time I did. That would explain why so much of my cum left her. There was a substantial amount remaining on her outer edges, but I could see that she had plenty inside. That was for sure.

I had to finish my business still, but she dressed and left. We've never spoken of this since, but, sometimes, I can see it in her eyes when she looks at me. To this day, she still remembers just as much as I do.