Disclaimer: This is the third part in a series about a guy plowing his aunt. While it isn't exactly necessary to read the first two, I highly recommend it. They can be found by clicking my name and then clicking the tab that says "submitted stories." Besides, who doesn't love a good background before reading about hot, incestuous sex between two fine-looking individuals. Whatever your decision, enjoy.

                                        -----The Aunt Kay Saga Pt. 3-----

Auntie Kay and I had a great relationship for 6 months. It was the perfect set-up. We each had our high-school sweethearts to experiment with and bond, but when it came to a good old-fashioned fuck, we knew who to turn to. I used my girlfriends for casual and intimate sex and cuddling and she used her long-term boyfriend in the same way. But when I needed to throw someone around, I found her. When she needed someone to choke her while she sucked or bit her own fingers during sex, she came crawling to me.

It wasn't easy. Regardless of our drive and creativity, we were still just teenagers and it would be suspicious of us to be hanging out constantly. Publicly, Kay felt the need to act the role of my Aunt, offering me what she felt was sage advice or chastising me about how I treated my girlfriend, but when we managed to find rare chances alone, she would moan and whimper like a little girl. Unfortunately, the lust was short-lived. I went off to college and the farewell was bitter sweet. We acted detached but both of us couldn't deny the bond that had strengthened between us. I went to college, stayed out of trouble, and settled down with a nice girl named Carrie. Kay and I exchanged messages on facebook or text messages asking about our well-being, but for a year and a half we remained distant.

So imagine my surprise when she knocked on my door completely out of the blue, in the middle of the day. We just stared at each other before she smiled nervously and asked politely, "May I come in?"

She was there visiting colleges, which made sense. She would graduate from high school in a little over a year and her grades were good enough for any college in the state. She had told her mother, I had agreed to let her stay while she toured my campus. The only problem was that she had neglected to tell me any of this. She sat next to me on my couch explaining all of this to me, but I wasn't listening. 

Only a year had passed since I last saw her, but she had matured since I last saw her, especially facially. Her neck had elongated and her skin was healthy. She had lost a little weight, but had kept a good portion of her figure. A fact that became obvious when she removed her coat and laid it on the floor to reveal my Auntie Kay's milky white globes. It was all I could do to keep myself from reaching across the couch and grabbing one, but I restrained.

"Is that okay?" She interrupted my daydream.

I stared at her. She repeated, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you, but I thought you'd say no. I really needed to be here. Is it okay that I'm here?"

I nodded and faked a smile. Either she was neglecting our sweaty history on purpose or she didn't know if it was appropriate to bring it up.

She laughed, "I'm going to take a shower, I've been driving all day." 

With that she stepped away and I directed her down the hall to the bathroom. I was disapointed. From the moment I saw her, I had wanted her again. I was waiting for her to signal an intention to start up again, but she gave none.  A shower was a vague invitation at best. Luckily, I wasn't tortured any longer.

She came back down the hallway and whispered, "I was hoping you could join me for this."

I tried to remain calm. It was amazing that after so many times with her, I could still get so excited to have her. This time was different, we kissed like the old lovers that we were and our clothes peeled off slowly. The water started and I pressed her gently against the wall. Nothing about her had changed for the worse. Everything was sleeker and harder. Her breasts had reached a stopping point which was perfect for me. Her thighs were toned and her legs were shapely. I had missed her more than I realized and it showed in my caressing. The only person who wasn't okay with this was Aunt Kay, who bit my ear suddenly and whispered.

"This isn't our style. I came to be fucked."

And that was it. That was all it took for the old me to take over. The sudden pain on in my ear and the realization that I was just a tool to her. She deserved to be fucked. My hand shot up to her throat quickly and slowly began to apply pressure. I pushed my face close to her ear and bit it back, squeezing as I did so. I could see the sadistic smile on her face, even from the side of her head. 

"Turn around." I breathed into her ear.

She was confused and was reaction too slow for my liking. I grabbed her roughly by the arms and pressed her against the wall. She cried out suddenly as her cheek hit the side of the wall in my shower. I pressed her slowly into the wall. I can only imagine how the cold linoleum felt on her breasts. Its almost sad how quickly her hand snaked down between her legs. She started to finger herself, but I had other plans for her.

"Who asked you to do that bitch?" I growled. I grapped her around the elbows and pulled her arms behind her back with each fist buried in the crook of the opposite elbow. I kept them there using my hands and at the same time used my feet to spread her legs apart.

I had her pinned against the wall, with her cheek and breasts pressed into the cool shower wall. Helpless, with her arms behind her back, I started to gyrate. I was a little taller than she was, so my dick rested in the small of her back. As I went down, the shaft would slip into the beginning of her buttcrack and as I went up, it would ride up the small of her back. I went slowly, taking long full strokes, letting her feel my cock running over her body. It was pleasurable for me and torturous for her. She was whimpering. I could feel her arms and legs shaking as I pressed her into the wall.

"Aw, Is Aunty Kay wanting my cock inside her? I don't think I'm ready to fuck you yet darling. I don't think your cunt is worthy enough for my cock darlin'"

She stayed quiet. I knew she was aching to feel me inside her. She probably didn't care where. At the very least she wanted to touch herself, but my firm grasp on her wrists prevented that. Besides, even if she wanted to break free, I don't think she would have. Part of her loved the torture.

I used my free hand to begin toying with my dick. I would let it ride up her back once or twice before gripping it and jacking it off slowly, letting my knuckles drag along her spine. I would angle the head down and rub it between her butt cheeks and back up again. I did so slowly, leaning forward and biting her shoulder or ear. When I felt she had been through enough torture, I stopped stroking myself and moved a single finger down to her ass. I snuck it in without pretense while she winced and sighed happily.

I whispered menacingly, "Tell me that you want me to fuck you. I'm not going to do it unless you beg me."

"Yes! Fuck me!" She said it immediately, and I could tell she wanted it, but I wasn't ready to relinquish my control. I jammed my finger in sharply and she screamed in pain. I slowed down the anal probing, but made sure to move it in and out steadily."

"I don't believe you. I still don't think you deserve this."

"Please. Fuck me! I'll be so good. I deserve it. I need it."

I kept her wrists pinned and kept up the probing of her anus. "We'll then, get going slut. I'm not going to do all the work myself. If you want this dick so bad, then jump on it."

She lifted immediately, as if on command. She tried to impale herself on my dick but it proved difficult. I refused to help her, even though I was aching for it. Out of frustration, I added a second finger to her ass. She howled and increased her effort to find my cock. Eventually she found it by standing on tip toe and leaning forward slightly. Instantly we became bonded and I slid into her wet pussy.

She moaned like she had finally found a feeling she had been searching for for a long time. So, I stood still and let her grind herself on my cock, trying to keep myself in control. She was panting and moaning happily, with her wrists behind her back and her chest and stomach pressed against the wall, hopping up and down on my cock. Raising up on her feet and falling back down again, feeling my cock so deep inside her.

As good as it felt, and as great as it was for her, I wasn't able to wait much longer.  Abruptly, I backed us away from the wall, releasing her wrists as I went.. We duck walked as quickly as we couldd backwards. She reached out and braced herself against the wall. I re-took to fucking her with a new vigor. She was bent over at the waist, with her hands resting on the wall. Meanwhile, I pistoned in and out, relishing the slick walls of her cunt. She was grunting wildly, and her breasts were hanging low, swinging chaotically beneath her, and it was that thought that caused me to erupt. The image of her beautifully and perfectly sculpted breasts swinging below her while the head of my cock appeared and reappeared out of her shaved cunt. When I came, I pulled out and ripped my sperm all over her back. 

She knew I was finished, but that didn't stop her from continuing herself. Her fingers found her pussy immediately as she braced herself against the wall with her other hand. Even though I was exhausted, I bent over and licked her puckered asshole until she came from her fingers and my rimming.

The shower finished and we collapsed on my couch. She used my computer and we stayed quiet for most of the night. I wasn't disappointed. Her facebook status told me everything I needed to know.

"Really needed that today. The rest of the weekend is looking up."

Mine was too.