Older Cousin Lynn

I was visiting my parents during the Christmas break.  My dad’s cousin Lynn, her husband, and their two sons came to stay for a few days before going on to her parents’ place. Lynn was 15 or 16 years older than me and she had always been one of my favourites in the extended family. She was a very nice person, intelligent, and had always taken a genuine interest in me as I grew up. She was getting slightly plump at about 40, but still had a great rack. I’ve lost track of the number of times in my early teens at the family’s lakeside compound when the sight of her wonderful 30ish body in her bathing suit sent me off to the outhouse for a frantic, juicy jackoff.

Her husband and the boys went to visit a school friend of his and decided to stay the night there as he’d had too much to drink to safely drive. Lynn was a bit pissed off by this and it led to some very exciting events. Everyone else in the house had gone to bed, and Lynn and I were sitting on a couch in the living room. Much to my surprise, she turned the conversation to sex and told me she had noticed the erections I got at the lake when in her presence and how I had to leave to “take care of things.” She added that she’d been a virgin when she got married and that Ron, while a good provider, was a sexual dud. “He always gets off, but I never do. In all the years we’ve been married, he’s never gone down on me and I have to finger myself to get an orgasm,” she bitterly told me. I was flabbergasted to hear her talk like that and then she looked me right in the eyes and gave me what they used to call a “come hither look.” The next thing I knew we were in each other’s arms and getting only partially undressed - there were quite a few other people in the house. She opened her shirt and took off her bra, so her big, hard nipples and luscious, saggy titties could occupy my eager mouth.

I broke off from her tits and knelt in front of her and she pulled her jeans and panties off. I love eating pussy and was thrilled to get my face into her very hairy, wet snatch. After maybe 10 minutes of cunnilingus, she came hard, grinding into my mouth while clutching the back of my head and gritting back any sounds of cumming pleasure. I stood and stepped out of my pants and underwear, my thick, curved cock rock-hard and near her face level. Much to my chagrin, she told me she couldn’t “betray” Ron any further and put her panties and jeans back on. “I’ll masturbate you to give you relief and you can ejaculate over my breasts,” she said matter-of-factory, strangely turning me on with her formal phrasing.

Everybody on this site knows handjobs are great and I sat down happily on the couch beside her. She gently took my cock in her right hand and slowly and exquisitely stroked me, never varying the pace of her jacking. After a couple of minutes, I started leaking pre-cum and her ministrations lubricated my throbbing shaft, bringing me slowly closer and closer to release. Finally I gasped, “Lynn, I really need to cum,” and she told me to stand up. She knelt in front of me and kept up her slow, relentless beat with my cock pointed at her big, jiggling boobs. I reached the point of no return and unleashed about six or eight thick ropes of cum all over her tits. The pleasure from the drawn-out slow jerking was amazing and I had to let out a little moan of satisfaction. I pulled up my pants and got some tissue from a side table to wipe up the paste I’d splattered over Lynn’s breasts before we went to our rooms.

Lynn and I never had further sexual encounters, although we still see each other from time to time. She’s a spry old bird!