Living with my Horny Aunt
I went to live with my aunt in December 2019. My parents were not doing well, let's just leave it at that. I wasn't thrilled to move, and I had mixed feelings about moving in with my aunt in particular, but I don't think I could have made it through 2020 if I'd stayed home.
There are three main things you need to know about my aunt. First, she's flirty. Very flirty. She will hit on ANYONE, literally anyone, and she doesn't half-ass it either. I was ten the first time she kissed me with her tongue, eleven the first time she flashed me, twelve the first time she grabbed my ass. My parents neither noticed nor believed me when I would tell them how she acted around me, so I just learned to quietly go along.
The second thing you should know about her is that she's a very fat woman who is very proud of her body, and her belly in particular. I'm pretty sure she has an OnlyFans. She was also fond of telling me how good it felt to have her belly kissed, licked, rubbed, and held. Whenever she or I were visiting, she'd usually find an excuse to lift up her shirt, walk around in just a bra and panties, or otherwise show off and jiggle her belly at me or bump into me with it.
Thanksgivings in particular she loved to use the "I'm so full" excuse to take her shirt off. The Thanksgiving when I was thirteen, she smooshed me against a wall with her huge, full belly and made me listen as her food sloshed and churned around inside of her. She only agreed to let me go if I agreed to spend the rest of the day as her “naked slave girl” for the rest of the day. This meant I had to alternate between cleaning her kitchen, licking her belly button, and letting her lightly choke me with a leash. That was the first time I head her come.
The third thing you should know is that, despite everything I just said, she is a caring and empathetic person. She knew what was going on at home and she did what she could to give me something safer and more stable. I mean, she also made it no secret that she was thrilled to have "a sexy young girl" move in with her, but she also gave me space to let me process things and always gave me a shoulder to cry on and a non-judgmental person to vent to.
This isn't to say she didn’t also want sex, because she did and she got it. Before I had even gotten into my room and unpacked my bags, she handed me a fresh vibrator. While I was unpacking, she walked into my room, got behind me, grabbed my butt with both hands and started kneading, and kissed and nibbled my neck. “Mine,” she whispered in my ear. “Mine, all mine.”
I lost myself in the moment and moaned out, “Yours.”
“You’re safe here,” she said, unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down.
“I know,” I said. I turned around and kissed her. I knew this was the price of staying with her and I was grateful for somewhere to live, so I did what I'd learned to do and went along with it, kissing and putting my hands where she wanted but otherwise just hanging on for the ride. I was down to my underwear before I really knew it, and then her dress was off and I saw she hadn't been wearing any panties even while picking me up from the airport. She lied down on top of me on my bed, spreading her belly and pressing down on me with her 370-ish pounds, and rubbed her pussy against my panties while kissing me all over and repeating her “Mine, all mine” mantra.
We stopped just short of actually having sex that night, although we did vibe ourselves in the room together. It was my first time doing anything with anyone, and I was scared, and she cared enough to respect that. When we had both finished, she kissed me again and left to order dinner.
Our makeout and mutual masturbation sessions became a weekly occurrence. In the meantime, I tried to adjust to a new school in a new town. Then the pandemic hit and we were quarantining full time and school moved to remote. Suddenly it was just her and me in the house, together, all the time. She went "clothing optional" by April, only getting dressed when she had a work call or when she had to go out the front door. The makeout sessions went from weekly to daily, then twice a day. By May, I was naked more often than not.
We first had sex on my 16th birthday. We were on her back patio, overlooking the woods. She was wearing her “Goofy Aunt Dress”—a loose-fitting tie-dye Mumu that had started its life as yellow before she’d arts and crafts’d it—some sandals, and her glasses. I was sitting on the deck floor, barefoot, in my pink crop top and denim skirt, fooling around with my camera. She leaned up against the railing and her belly smooshed into a cute and fun little bulge, so I started taking pictures of her instead of the trees.
She noticed and gave me a little striptease right then. She slid her dress up in the front, letting her belly peek out and tease me. She stuck her butt out and slid her dress up there too, giving me an unobstructed view of her bare, sizeable ass. I’d grown very familiar with squeezing and kissing her butt over the last few months, with its size and weight and softness and warmth and textures, even with its taste (though I always had to double-dose on mouthwash after that). Seeing her bare ass outside, just about level with my face, it stirred some feelings in me.
She saw and smiled. She turned to face me head-on and hiked her dress up even higher, showing off her hanging belly in full. She grabbed it with both hands and shook it back and forth, up and down, giving me glimpses of her pussy. She walked closer and closer, maneuvering me into a corner, and then lifted her leg up to rest on the handrail. Her pussy was inches from my face and nearly level with my mouth. I could smell her sweat and arousal and even licked my lips in anticipation.
“Do it,” she said, a whispered command that triggered some primal urge. I put the camera down, tilted my head up, and began to lick my aunt’s pussy. It was a salty, vinegary flavor to it that I honestly wasn’t expecting although I don’t know what I /did/ expect. Once I had my first few licks, I scooted closer in, grabbed onto her legs for leverage, and doubled my efforts.
She put her leg down, lifted up her belly, and rested it on top of my head. She also scooched us back a bit so I was flush with the railing and she could grab onto it and lean into my face hard. Having her belly on top of me like this was a new experience, but it didn’t slow me down. I licked and licked and licked, pausing for breath or to reposition myself a little bit at her request, and had a eureka moment when I realized I could also suck on her clit directly. She was moaning low and loud, humping my face with abandon, getting wetter and wetter, trembling as her niece licked her to orgasm. I felt her thighs tense and release when she came, felt everything around me shudder and shake, and felt her as she slid down and sat on and next to and around me after she was done. Her face was red and her glasses were foggy and her pussy was still throbbing.
She kissed me on the lips and held me close and tight for a long while.
I don’t really have an ending for this story, because as of now we’re still in the middle of a pandemic and I’m still living with my aunt. We don’t have sex every day, but we do have sex more days than we don’t. I think at this point I’m beyond viewing it as just doing what I must to show my gratitude. I'm sure I'll need therapy in the long run, but for now I'm just along for the ride and trying to enjoy myself.