OF ALL THE CHURCHES

Of all the churches he had visited, St. Vincent's was still his favorite. Its architecture was beautiful, like the grand cathedrals of Europe, yet understated, just right for the scaled down size and tucked into the side streets of Ashfield.

Henry Connolly held his girlfriend's hand and together they climbed the steps the front door of the church.

"Wow. This is a really nice church," Ruth said, staring up at the façade with wide eyes.

"Yeah. My family has been coming to this church since I was little," Henry said.

"Is your whole family going to be here?"

He stuck his lower lip out, running through his mind a list of all the members of his family, and nodded.

"Pretty much," he said.

"Wow. That makes me so nervous," Ruth said.

"Don't be. You'll be fine," Henry said and glanced down the front of her blouse at her cleavage. He noticed she was smiling at him and quickly looked away from her breasts and smiled back.

Ruth wasn't really his girlfriend, just a girl he hung around with on occasion. He liked her well enough, but she was the only girl he could find to be his date on short notice. Besides, she would sleep with him practically any time he asked, and since it had been a couple of weeks since he had enjoyed the company of a woman, he was looking forward to the chance to sleep with her tonight.

He was right. Almost his entire family was gathered inside of St. Vincent's. They were there for his Grandparent's fiftieth wedding anniversary. They were going to renew their vows, and everyone wanted to be a part of it.

Henry was practically giddy. The two women he fantasized about most were in the same place that day, and the both looked spectacular. First, there was his Aunt Marion, the woman for whom he had his first and strongest desire. She was wearing a red and gold dress with a short skirt and a jacket over a white blouse. Then there was Aunt Kim, Marion's younger sister. She was wearing a pantsuit with black slacks and a tan jacket. Both women looked amazing, as if they had not aged a day since they turned twenty, and even though they were completely dressed, the way their clothes hugged the curves of their bodies made his mouth water, and between his legs he started to grow stiff.

But there was an unexpected surprise. There was another girl there, a younger girl wearing a beautiful long dress with blue flowers. Henry greeted his Mom and Dad and his Grandparents and introduced Ruth to all of them, but out of the corner of his eye he kept watching this mysterious young woman in the beautiful dress.

It took several minutes before he realized that she was his cousin Anne. He hadn't seen her in a few years and he was amazed how she had grown up. The stiffness between his legs grew more insistent, more demanding. All of a sudden he had a new source of sexual fantasy in his life.

Standing in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary surrounded by candles, Ruth's hand slipped down the front of his slacks and rubbed the bulge of his erection.

"Hey Moby? What do you got going on here?" she said.

"Huh? I, uh ..." Henry started to say, but his voice stammered and his face turned red. Her nickname for him always made him blush.

She leaned closer and licked his ear, right in front of the Virgin Mary.

"We can go find an empty room and you can work this off on my ass," she said, and squeezed his erection through his slacks.

"Ruth, we're in a church of God. What would he think if we snuck off somewhere to fuck," he said with a big grin, and glanced down at her cleavage.

She was a bit overweight, but she had big boobs that looked fantastic when she squeezed them around his dick. She giggled and rubbed it through his slacks. He groaned. His knees wobbled and nearly buckled. Did she have any idea how horny she made him?

Henry noticed someone moving toward them out of the corner of his eye and turned to look. It was Aunt Marion. His eyes got wide and his heart jumped up into his throat. She was looking right at him with a smile on her face, and her boobs jiggled seductively under her dress. He didn't want to look away, but he also didn't want her to catch him with Ruth's hand on his dick. He brushed her hand away, but that only exposed another problem. How was he going to explain to Aunt Marion why he had a hard-on in church?

"Hi Henry. You're looking so handsome today," Aunt Marion said, and put her arms out to give him a hug.

"Aunt Marion. It's so great to see you again," Henry said.

He put his arms out to give her a hug and leaned in so she wouldn't accidentally brush against the bulge in the front of his slacks.

"Aunt Marion, I'd like you to meet my friend, Ruth," he said, and turned to her. Immediately, his hands went to the front of his slacks again.

Aunt Marion and Ruth shook hands in a very dainty, delicate way.

"It's so nice to meet you. How long have you known Henry?" Aunt Marion said.

"About a year, I think. We met last year in Poli-Sci," Ruth said, looking at Henry with a big smile.

He smiled back. There were times when she could be very pretty and very sexy, and most of those times were when he was very horny. He knew she liked him more than he liked her, and even though she usually let him do whatever he wanted to her, he never felt right about taking advantage of her, at least not until they were done.

"Henry, I have a favor to ask," Aunt Marion said.

"Sure. Anything."

"I have a few things in my car for the brunch after the ceremony. Would you help me carry them in?"

Henry followed Aunt Marion to her car in the parking lot. It was a relief just to get out in the fresh air and the sunshine and not have to be reminded by Ruth every time he looked at her how good it felt to roll around naked in bed with her with his dick deep in her warm, wet pussy and his hands around her big, soft boobs.

It didn't help, though, that he was walking behind Aunt Marion and trying not to stare at her gorgeous ass and the way it jiggled and rocked side to side when she walked. The sight made his mouth water and he swallowed. If there was ever a delightfully warm, tight place he wanted to put his dick into, it was Aunt Marion's tight ass.

She popped open the trunk of her car and gave him a couple of boxes to carry. There was no way he was going to be able to cover the front of his pants. He could only hope that the swelling of his dick wasn't too obvious. He would just have to stay behind her, although the more he stare at her ass, the less likely it was that his dick would go down.

"Where's Millie?" Henry said, and followed Aunt Marion down the stairs to the basement of the church.

They put the boxes on one of the tables. The rest of the basement was decorated to celebrate the ceremony, with flowers and balloons and signs on all of the tables, including the buffet table.

"Millie? She's in Arizona. She wanted to be here today, but she's still in school and had to stay for exams," Aunt Marion said.

She opened the boxes and took the dishes out and arranged them on the tables. Henry grabbed some dishes to help.

"That's too bad. I haven't seen her in a few years," Henry said, and laid the plates on the table the way Aunt Marion was doing.

She was telling him what was going on with Millie in college at Arizona State University, but whatever she was saying was lost on Henry. His mind had begun to wander back to that special day that stuck out in his mind.

He was probably ten or eleven and he had gone with Mom and Dad to Aunt Marion and Uncle Albert's house to have a barbecue and swim in the pool. Anne was just a snotty kid, but Millie was a year or two older than him, and he remembered seeing her that day in her tiny, neon-green bikini. She was stunning. It was probably the first time he noticed that girls had bodies that were different from boys, and he really liked the way Millie's body looked. It was also probably the first time he realized that his dick got hard when he saw a pretty girl.

That day, Millie got out of the pool to go into the house for something, he couldn't remember what. She lifted herself out of the pool and walked along the deck, and for Henry, it was like seeing a goddess for the first time. She had long, tan, sleek legs that glistened with the water that ran down each one, she had a small, round butt, and the wet bikini bottom stuck in her crack. She slicked her long, dark hair back on her head and he was amazed at her boobs and how they jutted out from her body and jiggled with each step she took.

As soon as she went into the house, Henry decided he had to get a better look at her and snuck into the house with a towel wrapped around his waist. The house was quiet and his bare feet made a soft pad-pad noise on the tiled kitchen floor. He crept down the carpeted hallway toward Millie's room, but he never did see her.

Instead, he saw something that changed his life forever, something that was more beautiful and more exhilarating than anything he could have imagined, and he nearly walked right past it. The door to Aunt Marion's bedroom was open, but he was so focused on finding Millie that he didn't notice until she said his name.

He was so startled he nearly jumped out of his shorts. He would have dropped the towel and ran, but he was looking right at Aunt Marion standing in the middle of her bedroom, wearing nothing but her bra and panties.

She had her hands on her hips and was smiling at him. If he was amazed with how Millie looked in her bikini, he was blown away by Aunt Marion in her underwear. She had everything that Millie had, only more of it, more curves, bigger ... curves.

"Millie's in the bathroom, Henry. You'll have to wait until she comes out," Aunt Marion said.

"Oh ... Ok," Henry said with a nod and backed away down the hallway back to the kitchen.

Before that day he had never looked at any girl in a sexual way, and now he couldn't stop thinking about his Aunt and her incredibly hot, incredibly beautiful body.

That night he discovered that he could rub his dick and get himself off. It was the first of many times he would jerk off. Whenever he did, he always started off with the image in his mind of Millie in her neon-green bikini, but what always sent him over the edge was when the image in his mind changed to Aunt Marion in her underwear.

Henry shook his head and snapped out of his daydream. He had stacked three plates right next to each other and quickly rearranged them before Aunt Marion noticed.

She was talking about Anne now, and how she was doing pretty well in school, but that her grades were suffering now that boys had begun to pay attention to her. Henry let out a deep breath and nodded. She was growing up like her bog sister. If he was sixteen again, he would definitely follow her out of the pool to get a better look at her in her bikini.

"Is Uncle Albert going to be here today?" Henry said, and closed the top of one of the empty boxes.

Aunt Marion chuckled. It wasn't an amused kind of laugh, but more ... sad.

"No. Uncle Albert won't be joining us this afternoon," she said.

"Is he ok? What happened?"

Aunt Marion was putting the last few unused plates back into the box. She paused a moment, looking a bit flustered.

"Nothing happened. It's just ... You see, Henry. Your Uncle and I, we're sort of separated."

"Oh. When did this happen?"

"When I caught him sleeping with his lawyer."

"Oh," was all Henry could say.

He tried to imagine Uncle Albert, the man who used to tease him when he was a kid, doing anything to hurt a woman as beautiful as Aunt Marion, but nothing came to his mind.

"The thing is, you see, he paid to put her through law school. Then when she ... Oh how could I have been so stupid?" Aunt Marion said.

Henry waited, unsure what to do next. She was quiet. Did that mean she was done talking about it?

Henry cleared his throat, attempting to overcome his shock. He started talking just to have something to do, just to have something to fill the awkward silence. Aunt Marion was standing with her back to him, as if she was too humiliated to face him. The words that came out of his mouth were little more than a bluster, like a rain shower or words and sounds.

He said things about how he couldn't believe that Uncle Albert would do that to her because she was such a beautiful woman and he would never do anything like that to her if she was his wife, and other nonsense. However, it occurred to him while he was saying it that he was not being completely honest. Wasn't he doing exactly the same thing with Ruth? Did that make him just as bad as Uncle Albert?

He paused briefly to give himself a moment to come up with other comforting words that he could try to string together into something comprehensible. When he did, he noticed that Aunt Marion was no longer listening, if in fact she ever was, but she was sobbing quietly with her back to him.

Henry took a step toward her, then another, and touched her shoulder.

"Aunt Marion? Are you ok?" he said, using a soft, delicate voice.

She brushed her hair out of her face and quickly dabbed at her eyes with her fingers.

"I'm fine, Henry," she said and turned to him with a big smile on her face.

However, like her dismissive chuckle earlier, he could tell that there was a deep, painful sadness behind that smile.

He put his hands on each of her shoulders, as if he was pulling her out of the quicksand into which she was sinking.

"I can't imagine how tough this is for you," he said.

Aunt Marion was looking at him, holding that desperate smile for as long as she could, until her strength finally gave out. The smile cracked and her eyes closed and she sobbed.

Again, Henry was caught off-guard. Never before had he been faced with a crying woman. What was the appropriate protocol in this situation? All he could think was that if he was in that situation, he would like a hug.

So he put his arms around her and patted her back. Aunt Marion laid her head on his shoulder and wept. Her body shook in his arms. He looked up at the ceiling, as if he might be able to see God somewhere up there. How could he let a man do something so horrible to this loving, vulnerable woman?

But then, at the same time, the thoughts that were running through his own mind made him cringe. When he should be thinking of the right thing to say to make her feel better, the only thought in his mind was that for so many years he had lusted for this woman, and the first time he got to hold her in a tender, loving way was to console her for the heartbreak she felt for the loss of the man who actually did get to have sex with her.

"Henry, you smell good," Aunt Marion said.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up at him. In the corners of her eyes were tears that she dabbed away with her fingers.

"Thank you, Henry. You've always been so strong," she said in a voice so soft he could barely hear it.

Henry shrugged. "It's nothing, really ..." he started to say, but before he could finish, she put her mouth over his and she was kissing him.

Henry's back stiffened. He was shocked, too shocked to react. What the hell was happening? Why was Aunt Marion kissing him? Never would he have expected this. How could he, even though it was a moment he had fantasized about and re-lived over and over so many times in his head?

Aunt Marion's tongue pushed into his mouth and it was the most exquisite feeling in the world. His spine tingled, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and if his penis had gone soft while he was trying to find the right words to comfort Aunt Marion, it was once again as hard as a rock and pushed against her belly.

At first he was afraid to touch her, but Aunt Marion was kissing him deep and hard, and her arms were around his neck. He put his hands on her back and let them slide down the graceful curve of her waist to her hips. His hands paused and he took a deep breath. Did he dare to take the next step?

It seemed that Aunt Marion had an answer to that question for him. She moaned into his mouth and pulled herself tighter to his body. Henry didn't really understand what was happening, and wasn't ready to question it at the moment, but that was the permission he was looking for. He let his hands slide down a little further.

The gentle curve of her firm, tight ass made his knees weak and his cock even harder, if that was possible. It strained against the leg of his slacks and he was certain she could feel it, but she wasn't backing away. What did that mean? Was it a good sign?

With her mouth still locked onto his, Aunt Marion pressed her knee between his legs and it felt so good against his cock that he groaned into her mouth. She pulled back a bit, breaking their kiss. Her face was bright red and she was smiling, but she didn't turn away from him, and he felt a touch of disappointment that he missed the chance to give her ass a good squeeze.

However, her hand had slipped into his hand and she was still standing very close to him, looking up at him. Her other hand covered her mouth, but behind it she was smiling.

"I'm so sorry, Henry. I shouldn't have done that," she said.

He started to speak, and cleared his throat.

"I guess it's been a while since you kissed anyone like that," he said.

Aunt Marion laughed and squeezed his hand.

"Yes. It's been a while."

They stared into each other's eyes. A million questions were running through his head, but he was afraid if he said anything it would spoil the moment. He was intrigued, though, by the gentle squeeze on his hand. Was it possible that his fantasy was actually coming true?

He decided to ask a question he was sure was safe and he hoped wouldn't offend her.

"Uh ... How long have you and Uncle Albert been separated?" he said.

"To be honest, Henry, we're not really separated."

"Oh," Henry said and clenched his jaws.

He wanted to kick himself. Of all the things he could have said, he picked the one thing that killed her mood as fast as if he had been shot with a gun, and just when he was so close to finally reaching his dream. It was almost too difficult to believe that only a minute ago he actually had his hands on her ass and he let it slip out of his grasp like the vapor of a dream that his fantasy had always been.

Still, however, her hand was holding his and she was standing so close that her leg brushed the ridge of his hard cock in his pants, as if she was just trying to make sure it was still there in a casual, discreet way.

"Your Uncle and I, we're not really separated," Aunt Marion said again.

"No?"

She shook her head. "We've been sleeping in separate bedrooms for the last five years."

Henry nodded, trying to grasp the reality of that statement, and was shocked by himself when he blurted out the next comment.

"How long has it been since you had sex?"

Inside, Henry froze. Aunt Marion stared at him and he tensed. That was it. Without a doubt he had just gone way over the line, had read way too much into the kiss and the hug and the hand-holding, and she was about to smack him across his face and then go tell his mother what happened.

But her response surprised him even more than his own poor choice of words. She laughed and squeezed his hand again.

"Five years. Oh my dear God. That sounds so horrible when I say it out loud," she said.

"No, no, it's not so bad," Henry said, but was feeling like he should break away a bit before he found something really inappropriate to say.

Aunt Marion, however, wouldn't let him get away, and suddenly he was very nervous about what was happening.

"Henry, you're so kind. But honestly, you have no idea how horny I am," she said.

He swallowed, but his throat was tight and it was more like a gulp.

"I-I can't imagine how horny I'd be if I had to wait five years to have sex again," he said, and was surprised again when Aunt Marion covered her mouth and laughed.So you won't mind if I do this," she said.

She leaned toward him and kissed him again. He saw it coming, but was still shocked. This was the second time in only a few minutes that she had kissed him so passionately, with her tongue deep in his mouth, and still he couldn't believe it was happening.

Whatever was happening between him and Aunt Marion, it was quickly becoming better than he had ever imagined, and this time he wasn't going to miss his chance to get his hands on her sweet ass.

He moved his hands down and squeezed the tight cheeks of her ass. She moaned into his mouth again and rubbed her belly on the hard lump of his cock. This time when she pulled back, she had her hands on her waist, grinning at him with an impish look in her eyes.

"Did you like that?" she said.

"Oh yeah," Henry said. He was breathing hard and sweating.

"Good. I did too."

Aunt Marion's hand reached out, palm turned toward him, and slipped down the front of his slacks, brushing over the hard ridge of his erection.

"Now, what do you have going on here?" she said.

"I-I, uh ... uh, uh ..." Henry tried to say, but all that came out was gibberish.

In any other instance, when a woman touched his hard cock, he was ready to lay her in bed and have his way with her. This woman, however, was his Aunt. With her he was ... he was ...

She giggled, apparently amused with his babbling like a baby.

"Henry, you're so cute when you're nervous. You always have been, even when you were little," she said.

He cleared his throat.

"It's just that I've never had my Aunt rub my dick before," he said, suddenly gathering some amount of confidence.

Aunt Marion's hand was slowly stroking the length of his hard-on, and he was leaning back against the table, holding the edge of it with both hands.

"No. I don't suppose that's ever come up before," she said, staring at the front of his pants. She pulled the front of her skirt up a few inches and slowly lowered herself to her knees. "Now, let's take a look at what you're hiding in here."

She yanked the zipper down. Henry sucked in a sharp breath and looked around.

"Really? Here?" he said.

Aunt Marion looked around, too. "Why not?"

"What if someone comes down here?"

She shrugged. "I don't care about that, but they're going to have to wait their turn."

She unbuckled his belt and pulled his slacks down to the floor. His dick jumped, standing straight out from his body. Aunt Marion gasped and her eyes were wide. Henry grinned. That was always his favorite part, the girls' reactions when they saw it for the first time.

Aunt Marion covered her open mouth with both hands.

"My God, Henry. You've got a huge cock," she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

He shrugged. "Yeah. I've been told that."

"You love it when that happens, don't you?"

She touched it with the tips of her fingers, lifting it carefully like it was a piece of fine China.

"Yeah, I sort of do. Ruth? She calls me Moby," Henry said.

Aunt Marion looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled.

"I get it. Moby dick because you have a big dick," she said. Her fingers moved slowly back and forth on it. "Your mother told me she thought you might be bigger than average, but honestly, Henry. I had no idea."

She closed her hand around his dick and held it up for him, as if he was not aware of what he had. He stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

"You talked with my Mom about my dick?" he said, and even as he said the words, it occurred to him what an enormous turn-on that was.

Aunt Marion sighed. She was pumping her hand back and forth on his dick.

"To be fair, dear, your mother asked me if I thought it might be a problem when you become sexually active," she said.

"She did?"

Aunt Marion nodded. "I reassured her there was nothing to worry about."

"Wow. That is so freaky. You and Mom talked about my dick," Henry said.

Aunt Marion was staring at his dick in her hand like she was fascinated with it.

"I can see how you would think that was a little strange," she said.

"You were right."

Aunt Marion looked up. "About what?"

"About my Mom not having to worry. It's worked out all right for me. My dick, I mean," Henry said.

"I can see that it has," she said and licked the head.

Henry's back stiffened. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Aunt Marion continued to lick his cock, all the way down the shaft on one side.

"When I was younger I used to love to suck on Albert's balls, but he never liked it. Do you mind if I suck your balls?" Aunt Marion said.

"No. I like it. Go ahead," Henry said.

She had his balls cupped in her hand, rolling them gently. She bent his cock out of the way and gave his balls a quick lick. Her eyes were wide.

"I don't know if I can suck them, Henry. They're too big," she said.

Henry was tense, staring down at her. His jaw was clenched and his hands had a tight grip on the edge of the table. He bent his legs open a little wider, hoping to give her a little more room. Aunt Marion sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Henry groaned. His eyes squeezed shut and his face turned up. Ruth was the only other girl who sucked on his balls, and Aunt Marion made it feel amazing.

She took it out of her mouth again.

"I don't know, Henry. I'm not going to be able to get both of them in my mouth," she said.

She sucked on the other one and Henry groaned again.

"Aunt Marion, that feels fantastic," he said with a weak voice.

She licked his balls again with the tip of her tongue and giggled.

"What's funny?" Henry said.

"Oh nothing. It's just that ... It seems a bit odd that you still call me Aunt Marion when I've had your balls in my mouth," she said.

Henry giggled, too. But he had called her Aunt Marion all of his life. How could he change that now?

"God, Henry. These feel like they're heavy with cum," Aunt Marion said, holding his balls in her palm. "How long has it been since you got off?"

He shrugged. "It's been a few days."

Aunt Marion had a big smile and an excited look in her eyes.

"I can't wait to find out how much cum you've been saving for me," she said.

She put the head of his cock in her mouth and moved her head back and forth. Henry closed his eyes again and groaned.

"If I'd know you wanted it, I would have saved it all for you," he said.

She took his cock out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know I wanted it until a few minutes ago."

"I know. It's too bad. I've wanted you for years, since I was a boy."

Aunt Marion blushed. The head of his cock touched her lower lip, and the first few inches were wet with her saliva.

"Henry, that's so sweet. But what about your girlfriend?" she said.

"Ruth? I mean, she's really nice ..." Henry started to say.

"But what?" Aunt Marion said.

She was pumping his cock in her hand. She stuck the end of it in her mouth and started to suck again. Henry gasped. It took him a moment to catch his breath and remember what he was talking about. He sighed.

"But, I guess what I mean is that I like her, but I'm not really attracted to her. Does that make any sense?" he said.

"Mm hm," Aunt Marion said with his cock in her mouth and her head moving slowly back and forth.

Henry watched her full, red lips sliding back and forth slowly over about the first half of his cock. It was a distraction to see how deep she could take it. Most girls had trouble with it, especially their first time. Aunt Marion, though, appeared to have no trouble and even after all the years of fantasizing about her sucking his dick, he had never imagined she would really be a cock slut. He took another deep breath.

"Ruth, she likes to have sex with me once in a while and I don't mind that. It's just that when she calls me Moby in front of people we know from school, I'm pretty sure they know why she calls me that," he said.

"Mmm," Aunt Marion said around his cock.

Henry might have thought she was moaning because she liked the taste of his dick, but the way her eyes were turned up to him with a look of concern, he was pretty sure she sympathized with his problem.

"I mean, I like to have sex with her, too. I'd be lying if I said I didn't. But I don't want Mom and Dad to know that in the first place she has a nickname for me because of the size of my dick, and also that we have been sexually intimate without being married."

"Mm hm. Mm hm," Aunt Marion mumbled, never taking his cock out of her mouth.

Henry shook his head slowly.

"There are many evil truths I can deal with in my life, but disappointing my Mom is not one o them."

Aunt Marion took his cock out of her mouth with a loud slurp. Her saliva ran down her chin and down the shaft of his cock to her hand. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Don't worry, dear. Your secret is safe with me," she said.

"Thanks, Aunt Marion," Henry said.

"If you think your mother would have a problem with what you're doing with Ruth, imagine how much she'd hate me if she saw what we were doing right now."

"Oh my God," Henry said and rolled his eyes and laughed.

Aunt Marion covered her mouth with her hand and laughed, too. Her cheeks were bright red.

"I think for what we're going to do down here, we're both going to hell," she said when she caught her breath.

Henry stared at her. For what they were going to do? Did that mean what he thought it meant? She really wanted to have sex with him?

"It will be worth it," he said.

"Are you kidding? With this body? Of course it will be worth it. There are saints who would kill to get their hands on what I have," she said, and cupped her beautiful breasts in her hands. "Just do me one favor."

"Sure. Anything."

"Just don't cum on my face. I don't want to have to explain to your Grandmother how I smeared my makeup."

Before Henry could answer, Aunt Marion stuck his cock into her mouth again and sucked hard. Any words he was going to say only came out as a garbled groan.

She had one hand around the back of his leg and one hand around his cock, working it to the back of her mouth as far as she could until it made her gag. Instead of stopping, she tried again, taking it a little deeper and a little deeper until she gagged.

Henry was amazed. He might have expected something like this from Aunt Kim, who was always the wildest of the sisters and most open with her sexuality, but not from Aunt Marion, Miss Prim and Proper Aunt Marion.

He cupped his hand under Aunt Marion's jaw. Her big, brown eyes turned up to look at him, and if she smiled it was hard to tell with her puffy red lips stretched around his cock. He rocked his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth, but being careful not to force himself too deep. He was a little afraid that if anything bad happened he would wake up and find out that this whole thing had been just a dream.

"Aunt Marion, I'm going to cum in your mouth," he said.

Her eyes got bigger for a second and she moaned around his cock. He hoped that meant she approved.

He cradled the sides of her head in each hand, with the tips of his fingers almost touching the back of her neck. He held her head steady and pumped with his hips, jamming his cock into her mouth, probably a little deeper than he should have. Aunt Marion gagged and her eyes teared, but she kept sucking. He groaned. It was getting close. His knees trembled. Just then a strange thought came to him. Would there ever be a chance for him to find out if Aunt Kim was a cock slut, too?

"Oh God," Henry groaned, like a prayer to the Lord when he was in his house.

His cock spasmed hard and he shot a thick, heavy load into Aunt Marion's mouth. Her whole body jerked in his hands. He held her steady, hunched forward and shot another heavy load into her mouth. He groaned and bucked his hips with each hard spasm, six, seven, eight times before his orgasm was finally finished and he had spilled all of his seed.

"Oh God. Oh God," Henry said in a low voice.

He was breathing hard and sweating. He released Aunt Marion's head and leaned back against the edge of the table, trying to catch his breath.

Aunt Marion remained where she was on her knees in front of him with her lips around the end of his cock. Her head moved back and forth slowly. Even as hard as he had just fucked her mouth, she seemed to be in no hurry for it to be over.

Her cheeks were puffed out, as if they were swollen. At first Henry couldn't figure out what was going on until he realized her cheeks were full of his cum.

Slowly, she sucked her mouth off the head of his cock. A single drop of cum leaked from the corner of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Still on her knees, leaning back on her heels, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, which was full of his cum, and when she stuck her tongue out, it was coated.

Henry's cock twitched and his heart skipped a beat. No girl had ever shown him her mouth full of his cum, not even Ruth.

Aunt Marion closed her mouth and swallowed, and opened her mouth again as if to show him that she had swallowed all of it and her tongue was clean.

She held her hand out and he helped her to her feet. She used her other hand to wipe away the last few drops that had spilled down her chin. She had a big grin on her glowing face.

"Wow, Henry. I mean wow. That had to be the most cum ever," she said.

"Yeah. It looked like quite a lot," he said with a chuckle.

He just shook his head. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. It was all too bizarre, and too awesome to be a part of his mundane life. But even if it was a dream, it was way too good to wake up now.

She took both of his hands in her hands. His cock drooped a little, but stuck out between them.

"And it tastes sweet. What have you been eating?" she said.

Henry shrugged. "Ruth and I stopped for cinnamon rolls for breakfast."

"Good idea. I hope she's not going to miss the taste of it in your cum," Aunt Marion said.

She held out her hand, palm up, and let his penis, which was no longer mostly erect, glide over her palm. She looked around the room.

"Henry, it's hard to believe I used to think you were just my brother's sweetheart little boy," she said.

"Really? Have you changed your opinion of me?" Henry said.

"I'm happy to say I have."

"Happy?" Henry said, but was confused.

"Absolutely. Now, don't get me wrong. You're still my sister's cute little boy, but now you're my sweetheart nephew who likes to use his bog cock to make girls feel really good," she said.

Henry brushed her hair away from her face and touched her cheek.

"Wow. That's a really nice thing to say," he said.

Aunt Marion smiled. She turned her head and licked his hand. Henry's penis twitched in her hand.

"I got to tell you, Aunt Marion. You're still the incredibly beautiful woman that I've always been hot for."

Aunt Marion sighed. "It must have been frustrating for you, always having me so close and never being able to act on your desire."

Henry chuckled. "I guess I've satisfied those desires somewhat, just never directly with you."

Aunt Marion looked down at his penis, which was growing stiffer as she stroked it.

"It looks like you're just about ready to go. How would you like to finally satisfy those desires with me in person?" she said.

Henry chuckled. "As if I would ever say no to you."

Aunt Marion frowned. "Hmm. It's probably because you would never say no to any woman who had your cock in her hand."

He closed his eyes and shivered. Her hand felt really good around his cock, but there was something really exciting about hearing his modest, uptight Aunt use the word cock, especially when his was fat and hard and sticky and she was holding it.

Aunt Marion pulled up her skirt, bunching it in her fists at her waist, which exposed the tiny black panties she was wearing.

"I'm just going to tuck this in here," she said, and guided his cock between her legs.

She squeezed it between her thighs, holding the shaft tightly to her warm, damp crotch. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Henry put his hands on her slender, trim waist and held her there to kiss her deep, pushing his tongue as far into her mouth as he tried to get his cock to go. He let his left hand slide up her waist to close over her breast. His right hand he moved down over her hip and squeezed her ass and rocked her back and forth on his cock. They both groaned at the same time, into each other's mouth.

"Oh God, I want to make love to you so bad, Aunt Marion," Henry said.

"Yes. I know. I want it too," she said, breathing hard against his neck.

He turned around. His cock slipped from between her thighs. He moved the dishes aside.

"We'll do it right here. You can sit on the table," he said.

But Aunt Marion giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. When she laughed, her breasts jiggled, which was a distraction.

"What's wrong?" he said.

"Oh silly, we can't do it there. That's where your Grandmother's going to sit," she said.

Henry paused and looked at the dishes he had moved aside to make space on the table.

"Oh," he said.

"Let's go over there," Aunt Marion said and took his hand.

She pulled him over to a sofa against the wall. His dick, still long and hard, bobbed and swayed in front of him.

Aunt Marion pushed down her skirt and her panties and sat down on the sofa, completely naked. She laid back and spread her legs. Her hand went between her legs and her fingers rubbed her wet slit.

"This is much better," she said.

Henry blinked. He was salivating. His Aunt was always beautiful, but at that moment she was irresistibly ravishing. She looked good enough to eat, and his cock throbbed, as if it had to agree.

He knelt on the edge of the sofa. Aunt Marion wrapped her legs around his thighs. His cock was pointed at her slit, taking aim on its target. She held out her hand again and it glided into her palm.

"You know, usually I like to be on top," Aunt Marion said.

Henry nodded, although he didn't really know that.

"Since we're in a church, it would just feel wring to do it any other way, don't you think, Henry?" she said.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. I mean, you're absolutely right," he said.

He was holding her luscious, smooth thighs. Aunt Marion was stroking his cock and giggled.

"Absolutely. That's an appropriate choice of words," she said.

"It is?"

Henry scooted forward, bringing his cock closer to her slit. Her knees bent, hooking around his hips.

"This is sort of like an absolution for me."

Henry paused and his brow wrinkled.

"How is it an absolution?"

She bent his cock down and rubbed the big head against her tiny slit.

"Let your cum wash me of my sins," she said. "But I have to be honest with you, Henry."

"About what?"

His back tensed. What was she about to tell him? Was this something he wanted to hear?

"About your cock," she said, running the tip of her thumb over the head.

Henry let his breath out through his nose. He knew what she was going to say. He had heard it from girls many times since he found out he was bigger than most guys. With most girls he was disappointed, but with Aunt Marion, he should have expected it.

"I'm a bit nervous. I didn't really consider before I got to this point if I could take it," she said.

"Nervous?" Henry said.

She nodded. "I was a virgin when I married Albert, and you're probably twice as big as him," she said.

Her fingers were around the shaft of his cock, stroking it slowly. The head was touching her pussy mound, which was bare except for a few wisps of curly black hair. He rubbed the head on her wet slit.

"You know, Aunt Marion, sometimes when I'm with a girl she'll have second thoughts because I'm too big, and I'll tell her I understand, it's all right to be a little scared," he said.

The corners of Aunt Marion's mouth were turned up. Her ass wiggled, pressing the sensitive spot of her clit harder against his cock.

"What do you do the?" she said.

Henry shrugged. "Usually I wind up just getting a handjob, but I'm cool with that."

Aunt Marion's smile got bigger.

"You're so patient and understanding," she said.

But Henry shook his head and frowned, and her smile vanished.

"That won't be the case with you," he said.

"It won't be? Why not?"

Henry sighed. "Aunt Marion, I've waited many years for this moment and I'm not going to let you get away now."

In Aunt Marion's eyes he saw a flash of fear and apprehension, but also a bit of something else, and it took him a moment to figure out that it was her delight at his take-charge attitude, and that he had assumed dominance over her.

He pressed the head of his cock to the opening of her pussy. She whimpered and crossed herself. Henry paused.

"Don't worry, Aunt Marion. I'm not going to hurt you," he said.

She tore her eyes away from his cock.

"I know that, honey," she said.

Henry leaned forward over her. The head of his cock pierced her pussy lips and she gasped.

"When I get done, you're going to love having this cock inside you more than anything else," he said.

Aunt Marion's mouth hung open and she nodded, but he got the feeling she wasn't really listening, which was good because he couldn't believe what he just said. It might have been confidence he didn't know he had, or it might have just been some silliness trying to sound like confidence.

He leaned over Aunt Marion a little bit more. The head of his cock pushed between her puffy, swollen pussy lips and another inch or two slid inside her. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her fingers squeezed the muscles of his shoulders, and her leg was quivering in his hand.

He adjusted his weight and leaned over her a little further, with one hand on the arm of the sofa at her head. He let his weight down and a few more inches of his cock sunk into her.

She moaned and her back arched up off the sofa. Henry paused a moment to give her a chance to catch up. She was breathing through her mouth like she was ready to give birth, and her hands were stroking his sides.

"God, Henry. Your cock feels so good," she said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

"You only got a couple of inches of it," he said.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at her crotch, where her legs were spread wide around him and the shaft of his cock was poking into her slit. Her eyes rolled back and her head dropped to the cushion.

"Oh Lord, save me. That's a lot of cock," she said with a desperate whimper, and yet the corners of her mouth were curled up as if in reality she was delighted to see what she was about to get.

Henry had to smile himself. He rolled his hips back and forth slowly, working his cock into her pussy an inch at a time. He loved it when he could get a reluctant woman past that point of intimidation about his cock. Never did he get the chance to have sex with a lot of girls, but those he did always loved having his cock inside them. Those that didn't he was always sure would love it if they gave him a chance.

He pulled his hips back and pushed in again, sliding his cock in and out of Aunt Marion's deliciously tight, wet pussy. Her juices marked a line about halfway up the length of his cock. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in an O shape, and she was moaning "Oh ... Oh ... Oh," each time he pushed his cock in, a little deeper than the last.

He was impressed. Sometimes it was difficult to get his cock that deep into a girl her first time. And Aunt Marion's pussy was tighter than most girls he had met, probably because she hadn't had sex in more than five years.

He pumped faster with his hips. Aunt Marion took another inch or two of his cock before he hit bottom and she moaned and her back arched up. Her hands were holding his sides and her legs were wrapped tight around his hips like she wanted to pull him in deeper.

Henry had to be careful. He wanted to, though. He wanted to plunge his cock into her as deep and as hard as he could, but he had to hold himself back. The one time he shoved his cock into a girl as deep as he could, he injured her. That same thing he did not want to happen to Aunt Marion.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. It was still too much like a dream to believe it had actually come true.

"Henry?" Aunt Marion said.

He opened his eyes. She was looking up at him, smiling. His hips stopped.

"Honey, you look so thoughtful. Is everything ok?" she said.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh my God, Aunt Marion. It's better than ok. I've like, for so many years I've had this fantasy about what it would be like to have sex with you, and here I am, finally doing it with you for real, and it's so much better than any of those dreams."

She reached up and touched his cheek.

"You poor young man. I never knew you had such feelings for me."

He shrugged. "It's not really something you tell your Aunt about."

"It's probably something you never told anyone about," Aunt Marion said.

Henry started moving his hips slowly again, working his cock in and out of her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut and said "Ooo."

"No. That was like my dark secret," he said.

Aunt Marion's eyes opened, but only as much as narrow slits. She reached down and stroked the half of his cock that was still dry.

"That's so exciting, Henry. To know that I am part of your darkest secret," she said. She squeezed her legs tighter around his hips. "Deeper, Henry. I want to see if you can get deeper."

Henry blinked. Deeper? Was she serious? He looked down between her legs, where his fat cock was going into her tiny body. Still half of it was out in the cold. As much as he liked the idea of getting more of it into her, he didn't know where it was going to go.

But it was what she wanted, and he wanted it, too. He adjusted his position over her and cupped one hand under her ass to pull her up to get a better angle. He let his weight press down. His cock sunk into her another inch or two, and Aunt Marion winced and gritted her teeth. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders and she groaned. Her legs went slack and didn't hold him as tight.

Henry stopped leaning into her, certain that he had gone too far and injured her. But her body twitched and her moans came fast and short.

"Uhn ... uhn ... uhn," she said with each deep, rapid thrust of his cock into her pussy.

Henry pumped his hips a little faster. Aunt Marion was cumming, that must have been it. Her smooth, golden skin was flushed and she was such an erotic sight that he couldn't hold himself back. He pumped his cock harder, maybe a little harder than he should, and he was cumming, too.

"Oh God. Aunt Marion. I'm going to cum," he shouted.

He squeezed his eyes shut and his body jerked. He groaned. The cum flowed through his cock again and again. It was an incredible feeling to be cumming inside her, to be filling her with his cum. He couldn't believe how much he was cumming, and so soon after he filled herm mouth.

His cock spasmed and throbbed inside her over and over. Aunt Marion was moaning and writhing beneath him, thrusting her hips up.

Finally, he was completely drained and wanted to collapse on top of her and go to sleep, but when he opened his eyes, her lips were pinched and she was staring at him with wide eyes. Her face was pale.

"I-Is something wrong?" he said.

Aunt Marion nodded. "You came inside me. I wasn't expecting that."

Henry's throat tightened. All of a sudden he couldn't breathe.

"Are you going to get pregnant?" he said.

Aunt Marion rolled her eyes. "God, I hope not. I'm not sure how I would explain that to Albert, since we haven't had sex in five years."

Henry swallowed hard and finally he could breathe again, except that he was hyperventilating. This couldn't be happening. This was not how his fantasy worked out. If Aunt Marion was pregnant, everyone would eventually find out it was him. Mom was going to kill him. Dad was going to kill him. Hell, everyone was going to kill him, and it was the least that he deserved.

He closed his eyes. Even as he was thinking it, his cock was still deep in her pussy, still twitching, squeezing out the last few drops into her womb. Not that it mattered. Another few drops weren't going to get her more pregnant. So why did he feel like he was going to pass out?

Marion had a big grin on her face that wouldn't go away, not that she felt she needed to hide it from anyone. They might wonder what she was so happy about, but she was standing with her sister and her brother on either side of Mom and Dad while they recited the vows they gave to each other fifty years before. The ceremony was taking place beautifully, just as they had planned it for the past three months. But if anyone asked why her face was flushed, what was she supposed to say?

When she looked at Henry sitting with his girlfriend Ruth in the third row of pews, she wanted to laugh. He was a man who looked terribly conflicted. The emotions flashed across his face from ecstatic one moment because he had just fulfilled a lifelong fantasy, too horrified that the whole fantasy just came crashing down on top of him.

She should have reassured him that she didn't think she was going to get pregnant, except that she couldn't be sure. She would find out in the next few days or so, but what would she do if the tests were positive?

She let out a deep breath. She would have to worry about that later. Right now she just hoped that no one noticed the cum running down the inside of her leg.

Her sister Kim glanced in her direction, then again. Marion avoided making eye contact, but it didn't help. Kim came around behind the podium and stood to the outside, away from all the others. Marion rolled her eyes. What did she want?

Kim stood beside her for a minute, then leaned close to her shoulder and spoke in a whisper.

"Where did you go for so long?" she said.

Marion looked at her with her best annoyed face, but Kim's face was set with determination. It was just like her. She wasn't going to let go without an answer.

"I had to make a phone call," Marion whispered.

"Did you need Henry to help you dial the number?"

Marion hesitated. She was really being annoying. What did she want?

"Henry was ... He was ..." she started to say, trying to think of something plausible, but the memory of his big cock so deep in her pussy, stretching her so wide, making her crave his cum with every cell in her body, made her blush.

Kim frowned and put her hand on her hip.

"Please, Marion. I know what you were doing," she said in a whisper.

"You do? What was I doing?" Marion said, also with her hand on her hip.

But she believed her sister already knew her secret.

"You took Henry somewhere so you could fuck him, didn't you?" she said, and her voice was almost a hiss.

Marion looked around to see if anyone had heard. Father Walker glanced at them, but what did he actually hear? On the other side of the podium, Teodoro, Henry's father, was also looking at them.

"That's crazy. Do you hear what you're saying?" Marion said.

"Come on, Marion. I can smell the cum on your breath."

Marion covered her mouth with her hand. Kim knew about it. How did she figure it out? But Marion lowered her hand and smiled, hoping there were no drops of Henry's cum on her teeth.

"So what if I did?"

Kim crossed her arms and stuck her jaw out like she was feeling defiant.

"It's not fair. That's what I'm saying," she said.

Marion frowned and blinked a couple of times. She was confused.

"What's not fair?"

"You don't get to have him all to yourself," Kim said and pointed at Henry.

Marion turned and looked at him. He looked no more at ease than he had before, if not less. Sitting beside him was Ruth, looking very pleased as if she couldn't wait to get what Henry had for her. But would Henry have anything left to give her after all that he had given up just a few minutes ago? And would fucking Ruth ever be as satisfying for him again? Marion grinned. Would he be more excited if he knew that his Aunt Kim had something special in mind for him?