Aunt Renee Comes for a Visit

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My name is Pete and 80% of this story is true. All characters are 18 and over and all names are fictional.


When I was in university I shared an apartment with two other guys. We rarely saw each other as all of us were ardent students, intent on making something of ourselves. I was tall and lanky back then, and I was studying psychology; Jason was short and thin and wore thick glasses and was in pre-law, and Eugene was a Phys.Ed major and looked like one, muscular, broad shoulders, and an oversized square head. We joked about being United Nations friend. Jason was Asian. Eugene had some black and Spanish in his blood, and I was Scandinavian.

On the rare occasion we were home together, we would order pizza, watch football or Madlock reruns and talk about girls we wanted to bang. None of us were seeing anyone or even getting lucky once in a while, but we loved talking about girls’ boobs and their assess and we often went through the list of girls we all knew, posing a question that we all had to answer. Our questions were crude, like “Who takes it in the ass?” “Who swallows?” “Who’s most likely to do a gang bang.”

Of course, we had no clue what any of these girls would do because none of us had the guts to even talk to them, but we had fun being perverted goofballs. Our evenings typically ended with us tipsy, horny, and depressed by the lack of female attention we all suffered from.

There had been four of us, but we were pared down to three when we came home one day from classes to find the fourth bedroom empty except for a bed and dresser. None of us like the fellow much so we kind of shrugged it off and agreed we would just split the rent three ways. “Unless,” I said, “if some hot chick wants to live here.”

“Hell,” Eugene chimed up. “If a hot chick moved in, I would pay her fucking rent.”

We laughed, but we all knew no chick would choose to live with the likes of us. We were messy, ate shit food, and only did our laundry when the smell of our clothes was finally too sour for us to endure anymore.

One evening I got home late. I figured my roomies would be in bed, but I found Eugene sitting in the living room looking at his phone. He tried to hide it, but I could tell he had been crying.

“Hey, Gene. What’s up?”

He sniffed a few times and said, “Oh, my favorite aunt and uncle broke up. I never liked him much, but Aunt Renee was a second mother to me. In fact, she was more of a mother to me than my own.”

“What happened?”

My uncle threw her out of the house and she just sent me an email to let me know. Apparently, she was allowed to pack two bags and now she is living in the Patricia Motel. It’s a dump. I actually think they sell rooms by the hour, you know, so street whores can do their business there.”

“Shit, that’s cruel,” I said softly. I sat down across from Gene. “Is she working?”

“No, she has never had a job in her life. My uncle was always the bread winner and refused to let her work.” Auntie is such a wonderful woman. Gene swiped through his phone and handed to me. “See what I mean?”

I took a look and tried to hide my reaction. His aunt was gorgeous. Her hair was long and black and draped over a deep purple V-neck. I could see a bit of cleavage but the photo was cut off just below the V.

“There’s two more of her, Pete.”

I swiped. The next photo was a full body view. She was wearing the same top but had on blue jeans that hugged her hips. “She’s pretty,” I smiled. What I really wanted to say was, “Wow, what a rack!”

I swiped again and this photo blew me away. “Fuck, Gene, your aunt is topless in this photo.”

“Yeh,” he muttered. “I guess I shouldn’t have showed you that one.”

“Did you take it?”

“Fuck, no. My uncle did. He took all kinds of naked pics of her. I found a folder of them on his computer once and transferred them to my phone.”

I was dying to see more, but I figured now wasn’t the best time to ask. Her tits were huge and her areolae were dark brown and had to be three inches across. “So,” I shook myself to my senses. “What’s she going to do?”

“Well,” Gene said, she’s asking to stay with me for a while.”

“Well we have the spare room, Gene.”

“Yeh, but Christmas break is two days away and I am flying home to see my parents. I’d bring her with me, but I don’t have the money and besides, she and my Mom don’t really get along that much.”

“Oh.” I forced myself to sound tentative. “Well, I guess she could stay here anyway. I am not going anywhere, and I don’t really mind if she bunks down here for a while.”

“Really? Pete. You would be ok with that.”

I still had Gene’s phone in my hand and glance down at the photo of her big breasts. “Sure, Gene, I am willing to take one for the team.” I chuckled. “Besides, it’s not like we are going to hang out or anything.”

“True,” Gene laughed. “She will likely just stay in her room.”

Gene wrote his aunt back and then they talked on the phone the next day. “Oh, Auntie,” Gene said. “I poker oyna am so sorry about all of this.” They talked for a while. I was only half listening in, but I did hear him say, “Yeh I wish I could be here, but Pete will be around and he is a nice guy. You will like him.”

As things turned out, Eugene had to fly home the morning of the day his aunt arrived. That bummed him out but I assured him I would stay home until she showed up and that’s exactly what I did. About two hours later there was a knock on the door and there she was carrying her bags. She was shivering because all she had over her was a thin leather jacket that was too small for her.

I showed her to her room and made her an instant coffee. I knew it would taste like shit, but at least it would warm her up. I carried it into her room. She was unpacking and when I showed up she was stuffing panties and bras into the top drawer. She looked embarrassed, but I pretended not to notice.

“Here,” I said. “It will warm you up.”

She smiled and thanked me. She took a sip and then laughed. “This is awful, Pete.”

I laughed. “Yeh, I figured. I don’t have any real coffee.”

“Well,” she said, “We need to correct that. Is there a store nearby.”?

There was, and after Renee perused the kitchen and made a list, she handed it to me. “You go shopping.” She looked around the flat. “This place is a mess, Pete. I will do some tidying up.”

I was only gone an hour, but when I returned I couldn’t believe how neat everything was. Renee had vacuumed, done the dishes and cleaned up the counters. The garbage can had been bagged and set outside the backdoor. She was sweating a bit and after helping me put away the groceries, she asked if she could take a shower.

“Of course.” I pointed down the hallway, third door on the left, across from my room.”

“You are so kind,” Renee said.

She walked up to me and put her hands on my shoulders. Her tits were so big that they pressed against my stomach. “I appreciate this, Pete.” The smell of her sweat mixed with perfume was quite enticing, not to mention her big tits rubbing up against me. I knew my cock was hard.

When she stepped back to head toward the bathroom, she glanced between my legs. She looked back at me and apologized. “I didn’t mean…”

“I know,” I offered. I just wanted her to go shower and get past this awkwardness.

A while later, Renee returned. She had changed into a tee-shirt and jeans. I was sitting on the sofa. “May I join you, Pete?”

I shifted over and patted the space next to me. “Sure.” I had been channel surfing, but stopped when she sat down.

She had to be 20 or more years older than me, and I didn’t imagine we had much in common, but I never liked lingering silence. “So,” I mumbled.

“Yes, Pete.” She shifted a bit in her seat so she could face me.

I did the same. That’s when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were pressing outward. I am sure she saw me gawking, but she made no move to cover herself. The photo of her bare breasts popped in my mind and voila, I was rock hard again. I was in sweats and I am sure she could tell.

“Pete,” she said. “It’s okay. I can’t help it. My breasts are so big and when I am home I prefer not to wear a bra. They are so restrictive. I hope you don’t mind. Besides…” She paused and smiled. “I am used to the reaction. Gene often couldn’t help it either.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I blurted out, “Sorry about what happened to you.”

She waved me off. “Oh, you mean my bastard husband. Don’t worry about it. I will be okay. She put her hand on my knee and tilted her head upward at me. “You are a good friend, letting Gene’s old aunt stay here for a bit.”

I wanted to say she could stay here forever, but of course that would have been juvenile and stupid. Instead I watched her walk into the kitchen. I swear her jeans couldn’t have been any tighter.

I returned to channel surfing while Renee worked in the kitchen. “I am going to make some pasta,” she yelled. “You like pasta?”

“Love it,” I yelled back.

I was in the middle of re-run of Mary Tyler Moore when Renee carried in my pasta bowl. It as steaming and covered with a red meat sauce. We ate together and watched another episode before she got up and carried our dishes into the kitchen. “I will wash them later,” she said.

When she passed by on her way to her room, she asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. “That’s why I asked you to buy pop corn,” she tittered, smiling.

“Sure, why not.”

“Good, well, I am going to change into something more relaxing.”

That got my mind going, but I figured she just wanted out of those tight jeans. They had to be uncomfortable.

Renee showed up 10 minutes later. She had put her hair up into a bun and had her blanket wrapped around her body. I thought for a quick moment she might be naked under the blanket. Okay, that was my fantasy! But once she sat down I could see she had on some sort of nightie with a scoop neck with lace canlı poker oyna across the edges. It wasn’t all that low cut, but it was big for her and when she reached over to grab a chip from the bowl on the coffee table, I caught a glimpse of her nipples.

“They are stale, but …”

She laughed as she chewed. “I need to make sure you eat better, Pete.”

“Sounds good to me Renee.”

“Pete, I have a favor to ask.”

“Shoot.” In my mind I was hoping she would say, “Oh Pete would you mind if I sucked your cock.”

Instead, she gave me a small smile and said, “Would you mind calling me Aunt Renee or auntie. I am much older than you and well, for some reason this would be easier for me to feel like you are my nephew rather than a university student so many years my junior.”

I shot a look at her. She was hunched over, looking at me for emphasis. I could see three-quarters of her incredible breasts and for a few moments I was at a loss for words. “Pete, I am not trying to make you uncomfortable. Should I put something else on.”

My face turned beet red. I could feel my skin get warm. “No…” She sat back a bit but when I added. “It’s fine Aunt Renee,” she seemed to forget what she was doing and leaned into give me a big hug. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “Oh thank you, Pete. I so like being an auntie.”

It was all rather odd, but it felt good to have her breasts pressed up against me. When she hugged me, she had to twist her body to get her arms around me and apparently when she did, her top stretched downward and one of her tits popped out. When she finally pulled away, there it was, hanging over the top. I swear it was a good minute before she noticed. And all she did was sigh an “oh dear” and shove it back inside her top.

Then she looked at me and in the cutest voice, said, “Oops.”

We laughed. Sure, it was nervous laughter, but it wasn’t a life changing experience for either of us. When she laughed her breasts bounced up and down and once again I was staring at them.

Aunt Renee laughed even harder. “Gee, I can’t win for losing.” She settled herself but noticed the bulge in my sweats. “But,” she added. “At least you seem to appreciate…” She stopped herself. “I am sorry, Pete. Your auntie is incorrigible sometimes.”

We ended up watching the Terminator. We both had seen it before, but neither of us seemed interested in clicking through a hundred movies to find one to watch. Some parts were funnier than we remembered and it felt right to be having a good time with my new aunt.

As the evening went on and after various repositioning’s on the sofa, the blanket was more off her than on. Now at waist level, I had a full view of her mammoth breasts and protruding nipples. The blanket was completely off one leg, although it still covered her crotch, but that part of the blanket was high up on her leg and all I could see was flesh. Was she nude under that on the bottom? When the blanket finally slipped off to the floor, I saw a pair of panties covering her. They were big panties, not the sexy kind, but I did see a small tuft of public hair peeking out from one side.

This was killing me. I couldn’t tell if she was doing this on purpose or if she was just so relaxed she wasn’t concerned about what I saw or didn’t. When she shifted again in her place, I knew what happened next wasn’t accidental. She turned and leaned against the arm of the sofa and pulled her legs up on the cushion. The credits were rolling and it was getting late. It’s not like she opened her legs wide for me, but then again, they weren’t squeezed together. I could see between her legs and could make out a bit of a camel toe. Pubic hair was peeking out from both sides now and I swear I made out a very small wet spot smack dab in the center of her panties.

“So, Pete. Do you have a girl friend?”

“Me?” I laughed. “Nope. I have no time for a girl friend.” I swung around so I could face her better, putting one leg up on the sofa. My right foot was an inch away from her feet. I caught her glancing between my legs.

“Well, Pete,” she said. “I am glad you had some time for me. I really needed some company.” She moved one of her hands from her side to rest on her inner thigh. She was very subtle about it but her fingers were clearly stroking her thigh, ever so slowly. She knew I was looking, but instead of stopping, she shifted again and opened her legs a bit more as she moved her hand to the edge of her panty line.

“You are fun to be with, Aunt Renee.”

“You are kind to spend time with this old hag.” She laughed but I noticed one of her fingers had slid under the edge of her panties. Not much, but it was clearly underneath them.

I hadn’t realized that when she first moved her hand to her thigh, I mirrored her and placed mine on my thigh, an inch way from my cock, which I couldn’t control. It was hard and its outline was very visible.

“Pete.” Her voice was low and husky.

I met her eyes, “Yes, auntie.”

“Is there anything I can internet casino do to show my appreciation for your hospitality?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” I lied. I wanted her to show me her pussy, but I couldn’t admit that to Eugene’s aunt.

I realized then that Aunt Renee had a few tears her eye.

“What’s… I mean, why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing really, Pete. I was just remembering what my husband said to me as he showed me the door.”

“You can tell me, if you want, auntie.”

“He said…” She wiped her eyes. “He called me a fat whore that no man in his right mind would find attractive.” The look on her face was one of consummate sadness. She wiped her eyes again and said, “Pete, I hope you don’t see me like that.”

“No auntie, of course not. You are very attractive.”

She tried to smile, but failed. “You are just saying that, Pete. I am old with saggy big tits.”

One of my personal flaws, according to my parents, is that I often don’t think before I speak. Before I knew it, I had blurted out, “Your tits are amazing!”

This time the smile on her face gained some traction. “Really, Pete. You really like them.”

I nodded. “I am sorry for being so…so…Oh I don’t know what the word is.”

Aunt Renee was smiling for real now. “Perhaps the word is ‘horny.'”

“Well that’s one way to describe me.” I glanced down at my cock.

I think that’s when we both realized where things were going and how awkward all of this was. “This is crazy,” she said.

“Yep,” I agreed.

Just about every experience has a turning point. This was ours. I was too shy and frankly inexperienced to really know what to do now. Thankfully, Aunt Renee was more on the ball.

“Pete,” she mumbled. She cleared her throat and gave me a look that gave me chills. It seemed lustful to me, but what did I know?

“Pete,” she continued. “You can say no to this and please trust I will take no offence if you do, but…” She sighed. “Oh Pete, I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“Well, I was wondering – and I know this is not a good thing to wonder about, but…” She stopped herself again. “This is wrong. I should go to bed.”

“Auntie,” I protested. “You can’t do that. Just say what you want to say.”

“Okay, okay, I was wondering if you would like to see them?” She had already placed her hands at the bottom of her nighty top.

All I could muster was a head nod, followed by a barely audible, “Please.”

“I can see you are aroused, Pete, and this is my way of saying thank you.” She pulled the nighty over her head and without thinking I immediately began rubbing my cock through my sweat pants.

“Fuck, Auntie.” I looked at her. “Sorry to swear, but… Fuuuck,” I moaned. Your tits are incredible.”

She lifted them up and then let them fall. “Really. You like?”

“Fuck yeh, Auntie.” Finally, I felt some boldness race through my veins. “Your nephew loves your big titties.”

The wet spot between her legs had claimed more territory. “Oh Pete. I am glad you like them.”

“Auntie?” I lowered my gaze to her crotch and then looked right at her and then back to her crotch.

“Really, Pete?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

While she watched me rub my cock, she slowly slipped her big panties off and threw them to the floor and then sat back and opened her legs. Her pussy was thick with hair but she had large labia that stuck out past her hair and I could see a bit of pink shining through her matted hair.

I was a goner now and without shame. “Wider, Auntie. Please show me more.”

Aunt Renee widened her legs and reached down with both hands and grabbed onto her labia and stretched her pussy open. It was so pink and I could see a small droplet of white cream peeking out from the bottom of her opening.

She was watching me touch myself. “Pete,” she whispered. “I think it’s my turn now.”

As she continued to spread her pussy wings, I lowered my sweat pants and my cock popped into the air.

“Oh, my,” she gasped. “There is more to than meets the eye.” Then suddenly a serious look came over her. “Oh, Pete, we need to be careful. I know you are not really my nephew, but I am not sure it would be right to, you know, go much farther.”

I stared her blankly.

She laughed. “Well, Pete, I tell you what. We can watch each other take care of ourselves and then go to bed. How’s that?” Two of her fingers had already slipped into her sopping wet hole. “Shall we cum together?”

“Are you kidding,” I said as I began pumping my cock.

I know this sounds like some kind of porn movie, but there we were facing each other masturbating like animals, grunting and groaning, until we both came at the same time. As my cum was flying into the air and in every which direction, she let loose with a stream of squirt that arced into the air and literally splashed against my chest and my face. Some of my cum had reached her tits and there were a few drops on her face.

“Fuck,” she cried.

“Fuck yeh,” I shouted.

We just sat there for a few moments covered in each other’s cum. I could taste her on my lips and I could smell her pussy. She was lifting cum from her body with her fingers and sucking them clean.

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