Breakfast With Our Family Friend, 'Aunt' Barbara

Breakfast with the family friend, Aunt Barbara When I was 24 I stayed at the home of a friend of my family's by the seaside, for a fortnight during the summer - it was far cheaper than booking into a hotel or bed and breakfast, and there wasn't any issue with coming and going that you get in hotels. We'd always called my moms friend 'Aunt' Barbara. She was a nice lady, shoulder length auburn hair, freckles, and fun loving. She was divorced from her husband, and as she had no children of her own, she was happy to have any of her 'adopted' nieces and nephews stay over as she had several spare bedrooms. My 'aunt' and I spent most of the days together, either relaxing on the beach, or taking day trips out to nearby towns and country villages, often having lunch in some quaint country pub. I've always liked my 'aunt' because she treated me as an equal, and, because she didnt always act like an adult, you felt that you could have fun and banter with her quite openly about any subject. The day trips out were nice, but the days on the beach became rather distracting for me. Even at the age of 54, my 'aunt' still had a fabulous figure, and could turn men's heads. She was happy to show it off in either a bikini or a one-piece swimsuit. Whenever we were at the beach, she drew admiring glances from men of all ages, and scowls and frowns from women younger than her who didn't look as good in their swimwear, and were miffed at their men looking at my aunt with lustful glances. It got worse when she chose to go topless, both for other beach goers near us, and for me. I quite often had to lay on my front, or keep a towel over my crotch to hide my erection. If the days on the beach were long, then it got increasingly frustrating for me to hide my erections from my 'aunt', so a couple of times I made some excuse to her and snuck off to a quiet part of the beach to have a furtive wank to relieve myself of the hard on she had caused me. Following one such distracting day at the beach, my 'aunt' cooked us an evening meal and we chatted a little before heading off to our respective bedrooms for the night, with my aunt wishing me a "goodnight" with a kiss on my cheek. Since our trips to the beach, my view of my 'aunt' Barbara had changed. I now fully realised that she was not only a very lovely, fun loving lady, but also a gorgeous woman who could still turn mens' heads with her fabulous figure, and judging by my bodys' reaction, probably gave quite a few of those men erections too. As I lay there in bed, I wondered if other men on the beach that day had also felt the need to either cool off in the sea, or wander off to a secluded location and masturbate after having seen my 'aunt' in her swimwear, with or without her top on. I also wondered what she'd feel knowing that perhaps they had. I was however, worried. As much as the memory of her in her swimwear was causing me to get aroused right then, I wasn't alone in the privacy of my home, but at my 'aunt's' place, with her sleeping down the hall in her bedroom. Finally, having listened for a good length of time, and not hearing anything elsewhere in the house, I assumed that my 'aunt' was fast asleep by now, so I began stroking my very erect cock. It felt daring, and rather exciting. Here I was, in my 'aunt's' spare bedroom, masturbating over thoughts of her in her bikini, and of her topless, while she slept in another bedroom just down the corridor. As I got more excited at the memories of my aunt topless on the beach, I gradually increased the pace of my stroking, growing confident that I wouldn't be disturbed. I felt increasingly aroused and excited, and felt a tingling in my cock that got more intense until I groaned with pleasure as I spurted copious amounts of spunk, despite having had a wank on the beach earlier that day. After a while, my cock stopped pulsing, and started to deflate. I hastily cleaned up the sticky mess so that my 'aunt' wouldn't discover it the next day. With the excitement gone for now, I felt relaxed and drowsy and I nodded off into a deep sleep. When I woke up the following morning I was sporting another hard on, causing the sheet to tent up. Remembering just how daring and exciting it had felt masturbating here, in my 'aunt's' spare bedroom, the night before, I couldn't resist the urge to do it again. I pulled the sheet back, began stroking my hard cock. It felt just as wonderful as the previous night, and I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling. I'd not been long at it when I heard the bedroom door creak. My eyes flew open just in time to see 'aunt' Barbara standing in the doorway, still half asleep, looking at me as I lay on the bed. As I stared at her, petrified, I took in the fact that she was wearing a short, above the knees silk wrap, loosely tied with a belt that showed off her superbly toned legs. "Richard, what do you want for breakfast?" I heard her say. Then she stopped as she finally realised what she was seeing - her guest sporting an erect cock which he was busy stroking with his left hand. I lay there blushing, mortified. "Sorry Richard, I didn't know you were, erm, occupied" said 'aunt' Barbara with some delicacy, now fully awake and gazing at my hard cock as she spoke. My cock started to deflate under her stare. Being caught in the act didnt help either. I tried to cover my cock from her view with my hands. 'Aunt' Barbara just giggled and said "I'll leave you in peace Richard. Dont mind me, I'd quite forgotten what young men can be like in the mornings. Just carry on from where I interrupted you. There's no hurry, breakfast can wait until youre done. Besides, you did appear to be enjoying yourself from what I saw" said my 'aunt' as she turned around, and left the bedroom chuckling to herself. For a while I just sat there, wondering what to do. My mind raced. My 'aunt' didn't seem at all embarrassed about catching me masturbating. In fact, she had virtually encouraged me, indeed invited me, to continue masturbating as she left the bedroom. My cock grew hard again, swelling at the thought of this lovely woman not minding me masturbating in her home. Her seemingly happy acceptance that it was ok for me to not only be masturbating in her home, but to do it with her knowledge while she was around, aroused me. I began to stroke my hard again cock. Gradually I masturbated faster, enjoying this new freedom to pleasure myself. Before too long my excitement reached a fever pitch and I spurted spunk out of my cock and over the bed. This time however, I wasn't worried about it being discovered. My 'aunt' had seemed almost happy knowing that I was masturbating while staying with her. She didn't appear to be at all embarrassed by my doing it, so why should I be? As I lay there with a very sticky, semi-erect cock, savouring the feeling of just orgasming, it dawned on me that my 'aunt' had left the bedroom door open as she had left the room. I couldn't help but wonder whether she'd just forgotten to close the door, or had she left it open on purpose to make the point that there was no need for me to be either embarrassed about masturbating while she was around the house, or to hide the fact that I was pleasuring myself from her. I headed first to the bathroom to wash myself down, then afterwards put on my pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt before making my way to the kitchen for breakfast. "Finished?" enquired my 'aunt' with a knowing grin as she sat at the kitchen table drinking a mug of tea. I blushed, laughed and nodded. "Yes aunt Barbara", I said sitting down at the kitchen table. My 'aunt' just looked at me, a smile playing on her lips. She rolled her eyes and then said, "Rich, please just call me Barbara. We're both adults now, and as I'm not really your aunt, then I'd be happier with Barbara. OK?" I nodded. "Look, I am sorry that I just barged in and interrupted you, but please, don't worry. It's not as if I'm going to tell anyone what you've been doing am I? After all, you're very much an adult from what I glimpsed, so no one else needs to know do they?" she added winking at me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but must have still looked a little uneasy. "Rich", said Barbara, "let me put it like this. Masturbating is a perfectly natural thing to do, especially if you're aroused and on your own. Don't worry, next time I'll knock before I enter" she said, then continued with a twinkle in her eyes, "or you could just leave the door wide open for me". I nearly chocked on my tea. Barbara just giggled at my reaction to her suggestion, her breasts jiggling beneath her wrap. "So Rich, while you're here for the remainder of this fortnight, I've absolutely no problem at all with you masturbating whenever the mood takes you. After all, we can't have you wandering around all the time sporting an erection can we?" she chuckled, "especially on the beach. You might scare children" she joked. "If you want privacy while youre masturbating, just let me know before hand, so that I wont interrupt your session" Barbara said. "You know about me getting erections on the beach?" I asked her, horrified. "Of course I do. The way you always tried to cover yourself, and hide your stiff cock from me was rather endearing, and amusing" Barbara said as she looked at me over her mug of tea, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "There really wasn't any need to you know" she said, looking me in the eyes again. Barbara sitting there in her short, silky wrap, that clung quite provocatively to her fulsome breasts, showing off her fabulous legs, and talking quite openly about the subject of masturbation was causing me to get a hard on. I hoped that keeping her talking would divert her attention so she wouldn't notice. "Oh" I said, feeling a little foolish. "You seem so totally relaxed about it" I said, fidgeting in my seat, while I attempted to hide a growing erection from her view, and wondering just what she meant by her comment. "Why wouldn't I be relaxed about it Richard?" she said. "It was fun for me, and a little bit arousing too, knowing you had a stonking hard on at the beach" admitted Barbara. "What caused it, may I ask? she asked me rather too innocently, and with a playfull, knowing look. I blushed. "Oh. Now are you telling me that I caused you those hard ons? said Barbara, her breasts jiggling again beneath her wrap as she giggled. "I'm beginning to think you knew full well you did" I accused her. Barbara chuckled. "Well, I sort of suspected I had after I kept noticing you furtively eyeing me up" she admitted. "It was fun to tease you, but I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't notice you doing anything about it though" she said shifting in her seat. "Did you?" she asked me. "You're asking me if I'd snuck off to have a crafty wank after you'd got my dick hard?" I asked Barbara, somewhat shocked, somewhat excited. "Well yes, thats exactly what I'm asking. After all, any lady likes to know if her efforts got the desired results after all Richard" Barbara said quite openly. "You mean you deliberately wanted to get me excited, aroused by you, and frustrated enough to sneak off and wank?" I asked her. "Yes, of course" she said simply. "Well, did you?" she asked me again, grinning. "Yes" I answered. "Fabulous" Barbara purred. "It's wonderful to know that I aroused you sufficiently for you to wank off. This morning, was that due to me too?" she asked me, her eyes twinkling. "Don't worry, I wouldn't mind you admitting masturbating because I'd gotten your dick hard, in fact, I'd take it as a compliment coming from a younger man" she said. "Actually Barbara, I was. And last night too" I confessed, blushing. "Really? So much masturbation because of little old me?" Barbara said playfully. "Excellent". I fidgeted in my seat, fighting to hide my erection from her. Barbara's openness, and her sitting next to me in her short wrap, was causing me some problems. Barbara chuckled. "What's the matter Richard, getting worked up again?" Barbara asked me, nodding to the tent in my PJ bottoms. "Sorry" I said fidgeting. "For goodness sake Rich, never be sorry for getting an erection around a woman. Personally I like it, I take it as a compliment" Barbara chuckled as she watched my tented, twitching PJ bottoms. "I don't get many such compliments nowadays" Barbara sighed. "I'd have thought you would be beating off men Barbara. After all, you are an attractive lady" I said. Barbara laughed out loud at my Freudian slip. "Beat them off!?" When I realised what I'd just said, I started laughing too. "Perhaps a bad choice of words" I allowed. "Speaking of beating off, are you going to do something about that stiff cock of yours?" she asked me, nodding again at the tent in my PJ bottoms, "or would you like me to lend you a hand?" "Pardon?" I asked, not believing what I heard her say. "You heard me Rich. Are you going to wank your hard dick, or would you like me to do it for you?" Barbara asked me. Hearing her talk like this made me shiver with excitement, and made my hard cock twitch, and horror of horrors, slip out of the fly in my PJ bottoms. "Bugger" I muttered. "My, my, you do get excited don't you Richard?" commented Barbara throatily as she gazed at my exposed, hard, throbbing cock. It was pulsing, twitching up and down. I just went scarlet. "Now, where did we get to? Your stiff cock poking out of your PJ's seems to have rather distracted me" Barbara said, grinning. "You asked me if I was going to have a wank" I said helpfully. "So I did. I believe I also offered to toss you off" Barbara said looking me in the eyes. "You're kidding, right?" I asked her, half in disbelief, half in excitement. Barbara laughed. "No, Im not joking Rich", and so saying she reached across and literally took matters into her own hand, firmly gripping my hard cock and starting to wank me off. "Fuck" I uttered. Barbara smiled as she wanked my cock. "Perhaps later Rich" she muttered. "What? I asked her, aroused and excited by this turn of events. "Later, you can fuck me later if you still want to" Barbara said, wanking me with one hand while she untied the belt on her gown with the other. "Pardon!" I said, not believing what I was hearing. "Don't you want to Rich?" she asked me as she slipped her hand inside her gown, fondling her breasts and sighing with pleasure. "Barbara, are you saying that you want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Yes" she said, wanking me as she pinched her erect nipples. I grinned. "I'd love to" I said as I savoured her ministrations. "Are you feeling excited Richard, having me toss you off?" Barbara asked me with a slight huskiness in her voice. I nodded that I was getting more excited. "That's good to know. I love tossing men off" purred Barbara. "I've wanted to do this to you during breakfast ever since you arrived Rich, but I was worried that you still saw me as your 'aunt'. Then seeing your erections on the beach, I thought that maybe you wouldn't mind after all. Do you?" Barbara asked me as her hand caressed my cock as she masturbated me. "No, not at all" I muttered, dry mouthed, as I began to breath heavily, and faster. "Good, because I'm getting horny wanking you. Are you ready to spurt your spunk for me to see Richard?" Barbara asked me. "It certainly feels as if you will be soon if I'm any judge of it" giggled Barbara. I gasped, "Sorry Barbara!" as my cock began spurting spunk. Barbara giggled as I spurted. "That's a good start" she said, holding my pulsing cock as she watched my spunk flow over her fingers. I sat there, exhausted from the excitement, my cock pulsing, emptying my balls of spunk. Eventually the flow subsided. "Mmm. Nice and frothy. Just how it should be for breakfast" giggled my aunt, as she sat back and licked her fingers. "Fuck" I muttered. Barbara laughed. "Now? You want to fuck me now Rich?" she asked me giggling, playfully misunderstanding me, as she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean of my spunk. I chuckled as I sat there, spent, admiring her and her sassiness. "Thank you" I said at last. "You're more than welcome Rich" said Barbara. "You always were a polite boy, so now its your turn to watch" she said. Then she shrugged off her wrap, exposing her full body to my view. She was totally naked beneath her wrap, no bra, no knickers. "Wow" I said, hardly believing my eyes. I knew from the beach that her breasts were full yet firm, her skin freckled, but I hadn't realised that her pussy was shaved. My cock twitched at the sight. "Hmm .. that seems to have stirred some interest Richard. Perhaps some more visual stimulation is needed, what do you think?" Barbara asked me as she trailed her fingers over her breasts, fondling them, pinching her erect nipples, all the while watching me, her gaze looking between my stirring cock and my staring eyes. I just looked on as Barbara ran her fingers over her breasts, playing with them, before her fingers wandered downwards to her thighs. She caressed herself lightly, smiling at me as my cock began to swell. Her fingers shifted again as she opened her legs wide, and let me watch her toy with her pussy lips, letting me see how moist she was, before she slowly inserted one, then two and finally three of her slim fingers inside her pussy. She looked me in the eyes as she moved her fingers slowly in and out. I just stared. I couldn't believe that I was sitting in the kitchen with Barbara as she fingered herself in front of me. Then Barbara stopped her fingering and began to play with her clit. I looked at her face as it flushed, her breasts also, her nipples poking out erect, just waiting to be kissed, suckled. I leant forward, and licked each of her nipples in turn, suckling. She placed one of her hands at the back of my head, keeping me there as I suckled. She groaned, whether from my suckling, or from her ministrations of her clit, I'm not sure. I felt the hand she had been pleasuring herself with now, once again, on my rigid cock. She kept my head against her breasts as she gripped my cock firmly and began once again to wank me. Excited, I bit on her nipples making her sigh with pleasure. She released her hold on my head, and my cock, and saying nothing, stood up from the chair and lay back against the table, her legs spread invitingly wide, her pussy glistening. She gestured me over and took hold of my hard cock, rubbing it briefly over her wet pussy lips, before gripping my hips and pulling me closer. I needed no other hint. Between us we managed to position my cock at her pussy entrance, and slowly slid it inside her tight, wet pussy. The feeling was fabulous. Her pussy seemed to grip my hard cock, squeezing it, and the fact that I'd cum several times already that morning meant that I didn't just explode with excitement. An unspoken understanding passed between us as she lay back on the kitchen table and I slowly began thrusting my cock in and out of her wet pussy. She reached up, grabbed my head and pulled my face down to hers, and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. Then, as I thrust into her faster, harder as my excitement rose, she wrapped those gorgeous, firm, toned legs around me, clamping me in place as I excitedly fucked her. Barbara stopped her deep kissing of me and held my head to the side of hers, moaning as I pounded into her. She nibbled on my ear and whispered encouragement to my efforts, before letting out a cry of pleasure as she orgasmed, while her legs gripped me tighter. "Spunk in me Rich, I want you to cum in me" she encouraged me, panting. "Come on lover, fuck me, fuck your horny old aunt. I've waited years for your hard cock to fill me with your cum". Her words, her dirtiness, horniness, surprised me, aroused me to passion, spurred me on to pound harder and faster, in turn making her more vocal until we both orgasmed. We lay there on the kitchen table for a while, letting our passion subside, and savouring the intense pleasure of our lustful coupling. "Now Rich, wasn't that a better breakfast than just Cornflakes?" laughed my 'aunt'. Over the remainder of my time there, we fucked, sucked and pleasured each other in every room of her home, in the garden, in my car and of course, at the beach. As Barbara said, "Fabulous!".