My Aunt Milly: Chapter 2
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The next day, I was up early. It was a nice and sunny day, perfect for the pool and perfect for any other activity that one may want to do in the summer.
I heard some noise downstairs, got up and went straight to the kitchen, where I found Aunt Milly making breakfast. She was humming cheerfully. As I walked into the kitchen, her back was towards me and she was lowering her hands to the counter.
"Mornin, au... Milly."
"Morning Kev. Did you sleep well?"
"Not bad; I tossed and turned more than usual, but I was fine."
"Do you like French Toast?"
"Love it. Thanks."
I stood against the counter and poured myself some orange juice. I started drinking it and looked at my aunt while she moved around the kitchen. She was wearing a long, baggy, white T-shirt that came down to 3 or 4 inches above her knees. I couldn't see any shorts under her shirt or bra shadow through it. When she turned sideways, my thoughts were confirmed by the swaying and the gentle curvature of her breasts. Nothing holding those puppies up.
Just the thought of Aunt Milly going bra-less around me in the kitchen was enough to renew my night-time thoughts of Aunt Milly in the swimming pool and my morning hard-on. "Down, boy, down!" I said to myself. I realized that I better keep those thoughts buried--but my cock had a mind of its own and started to twitch.
I figured I better sit down before I created a noticeable tent--but just at this point, Milly finished my toast and turned her body around towards me for the first time since I came to the kitchen. I saw that not only was the T-shirt baggy, but also that its neck was cut in a somewhat low V.
"Somewhat"--Oh, oh! I was in trouble. The V exposed about half to two-thirds of Millie's abundant boobs. The cloth essentially covered her nipples and the undersides of her globes. I don't know what Milly's exact size was, but each breast seemed as large as a good-sized cantaloupe, a really good-sized one, maybe a small watermelon--"Stop those thoughts!" I said to myself. Those breasts were certainly the largest exposed or almost exposed breasts I had ever been this close to--except for yesterday by the pool what I had a chance to--"Stop those thoughts!" I said to myself again. Her nipples were stiff and pushed against the cotton material, just the way my cock was pushing against my shorts. I noticed that the material immediately around the nipples was wrinkled much more than the front of Milly's t-shirt. I wondered why. All of a sudden a had another visual: Milly grabbing her nipples and pulling and twisting on them. That was probably why she had been putting her hands down on the counter as I walked in.
Damn! I have to quit imagining what Milly was doing to her tits or what I would like to do with Milly's tits or what Milly's tits could do with me----I had to give myself another pep talk. "Stop it, Kevin. Concerntrate on the French toast!"
Oh, oh! Didn't work. I don't know why I thought of Milly grabbing her nipples and twisting and turning them--but who know what or how you think when faced with almost bare titties like Milly's. My response was instantaneous, both mentally and physically. I was wearing a regular t-shirt with a regular pair of boxer shorts--my standard sleep wear. I hadn't thought to change before I came down. All of my attempts to think only "pure thoughts" were to no avail and went down the drain as fast as my cock started to climb. It twitched and twitched again and again and started to show its appreciation in the usual way. I quickly moved towards my chair so I could sit down and try to hide my hardon, but that was going to be as difficult as Milly trying to hide her tits.
Once again, I had a bit of bad luck. Milly had already moved to the side of my chair and bent over to put my plate of French toast in front of my seat. As she bent over, her breasts swayed and almost popped out of the V--and what didn't pop out left little to the imagination. I was able to confirm that her nipples were straight and distended.
I was only a couple of feet from Milly. As she bent over, she looked at me and saw where my eyes were looking. She followed with her own eyes and stared down the V at her own breasts. She had a slightly better view--but not by much. Then she looked up at me again and smiled--right--at--me. She had to know exactly what was going through my mind! I continued to grow. There was nothing I could do to stop myself. I wanted to continue looking, grab my cock and cum all over those breasts. Unfortunately, I had come straight from my bedroom into the kitchen without any detour into the bathroom for a quick morning stoke. This might have helped matters a bit--but I doubted it. The sight I had was enough to raise Dracula from the grave in sunlight.
"Oops. Sorry, Kev. I'm not used to wearing much around the house in the morning." As she said this, she started to straighten up--but slowly, giving me more time to enjoy the view. She looked me full in the eyes as she did this--except I couldn't keep my eyes off her boobs. It seemed to me that she took a deep breath and pushed her chest out even further to give me as much of a view as possible; in fact, she even shook a little bit, so her boobs swayed back and forth. My cock responded with enthusiasm. I started to blush. My cock poked this way and that way, swaying in time with Milly's tits, trying to find the opening without any assistance from me. As I grew, I noticed Milly had stopped moving up and was now looking directly at my cock--staring at the opening in my shorts, watching my cock move. I started to leak some precum and I could see Milly looking right at this. "Oops again. I can see you have really grown since I last saw you, Kevin. I guess this has been sort of hard for you to take, so to speak. I'll get out of your way so you can sit down and try to relax. I can clean your shorts for you later if you would like."
Now I don't know if Milly was trying to make a pun about my having "grown" or being "hard" as well as "hard to take," but the bottom line was, pun or not, I had grown and I was hard. Milly had also removed any doubt about whether she was looking at my shorts--or my cock. I think both. "Thanks, Milly," I said and immediately sat down. Milly smiled at this. I realized Milly could take what I said in two ways--thanks for noticing that my cock had grown and was hard because you showed me your tits as well as thanks for letting me sit down. Now this too was both good and bad--good because I could sit down, but bad because this caused the front of my boxers to fold over and open the pee slit in the front of my shorts. My cock sensed some air and immediately sprang forward unrestrained by any cloth. I wanted to grab it and shove it down between my legs. Actually, I really wanted to grab my cock and do what comes naturally--the hell with my legs.
Milly was sort of turning around at this time--I think she sort of lingered a bit to take a peek at what I was exposing. At any rate, she finally turned around, went to the counter and put her own French toast on her plate. As she turned towards the kitchen table and her seat, she sort of tripped, her plate tilted and her two slices of French toast fell to the floor. Milly had by this time moved so that her back was towards me. "Don't bother getting up. I can get them." As she bent over, she spread her legs, her shirt rose up her hips and I wound up staring at the cheeks of her ass and her uncovered pussy.
Now this was simply too much for me to handle--both my cock and the sight in front of me. My cock had immediately sprung to stiff attention; I could feel it twitching and depositing more pre cum. I grabbed it, simply could not resist giving it a stroke or two and then shoved it back into my shorts. I forced it down between my legs and squeezed my legs together, hoping it would stay in place. I didn't know what to say to Milly. "Hey Milly--nice pussy"--would be truthful but didn't sound quite appropriate, but that is certainly what I thought. Milly picked up her toast, stood up, went to her seat and sat down as though nothing had happened. But I did notice that she gave me another little smile.
"Great pus--ah, French toast, Milly. Thanks." I wolfed down my food--I simply could not take any more of this. I had to get to the bathroom, both to piss and to pull my cock. I didn't want to stand up due to my hardon. Before I had time to do figure out what to do, Milly stood and said, "Kev--I simply have to rush out of here and pee. I had a couple of cups of coffee before you arrived and it's catching up with me know. I have been holding it for the past couple of minutes, but can't do it any longer."
Without even thinking, I stood up and said "I'll be right behind you, Milly. I've got the same problem." As Milly stood up, she looked at me and laughed. "Looks as though you have a couple of problems, there, Kev. Thanks for the compliment. Which one are you going to take care of first." She looked down at my shorts--and there was my problem out in the open for her to see. I started to cover the little monster, but Milly said, "Don't waste any time covering up your cock, Kev. If you have to piss as badly as I do, you probably won't be able to get it out unless you first lose your hardon. Come on! No sense being embarassed. You saw me piss yesterday and I saw you pulling on your cock in the shower!" Before I could think of anything to say, Milly grabbed my cock in her right hand, turned around and marched to the upstairs bathroom.
I didn't know what to do. I guess I was so surprised I stood there was my mouth open and cock forward--so that when Milly grabbed my cock and started to move forward, I stood flat-footed. Milly wasn't expecting this, pulled, and I said "Ouch.!"
"Come on--you can't be embarassed after all you saw yesterday--and by the way, did you enjoy the view when I bent over a few minutes ago?"
All of a sudden I realized that the toast on the floor was no accident--it was apparently as much of an "accident" as Milly losing most of her top yesterday or bending over in front of me earlier. I figured it was time for me to hold up my end of the situation, so to speak. "Sure did, Milly. Nice pussy, by the way. Thanks. I enjoyed the view." Milly squeezed my cock a couple of times, acknowledging my compliment. Thinking a little bit more as to what to say next, I decided to be go for broke and asked: "Milly, I would like to ask your opinion about something."
"Fire away."
"Well, you asked me a question a few seconds ago--"
"--You mean what are you going to do first--"
"Yeah. Well, my question is, what do you think I should do, piss or come first?"
"That's a good question. Why don't we try both? I know I can piss without any problem--but you probably won't be able to until you relax your cock. Have you ever been able to piss with a hardon?
"No--although I normally don't go to the bathroom with a beautiful woman holding my cock."
Now--what I meant by this was I normally don't go walking to the bathroom with a woman holding my cock--but since by this time we had already walked to and were in the bathroom, I guess Milly thought I meant pissing with a woman holding my cock.
"That's an interesting thought, Kevin. While I think about your problem, here, take a look at this!" As she said this, Milly tugged me forward, turned around, sat down on the toilet seat, started to piss and made certain she held onto my cock all the time, giving it some nice, gentle strokes. She spread her legs a bit to let me see her piss coming out--but her shirt was partly in the way. She was holding unto my cock with her right hand, so she used her left to pull up her shirt on that side. "If you want to watch this, you will have to help, Kev. Pull up the other side of my shirt with your left hand. Otherwise I will simply have to let your cock go and pull up my shirt with both hands. You wouldn't want me to let you cock go, would you?"
I didn't need to be asked twice. "Hell, no," I said. I didn't know whether to look at Milly's breasts or the piss coming out of her pussy. My cock started was getting harder and harder and I could feel the cum coming up my balls. "I can tell you are getting close, Kev. I won't fool around with you. Here. Quick. Come as hard as you want to--come on Kevin, get that cum rolling. Come all over my breasts. I want to feel your cock explode. Come onto my face." While Milly said this, she took her left hand and used both hands to pull my cock up and down, back and forth, side to side. It took literally seconds for me to explode. My cock got bigger. "Here it comes!"
"I know. I can feel you get larger. Oh, that is good. I caN feel your cum over my tits, over my face. Ummmm! Tastes great! Nice and sweet."
Milly kept jerking me off and I kept coming. It was, by far, the best cum I had ever had. I almost started to get hard again looking at my cum on Milly's breasts and on her face. Milly opened her mouth and used her tongue to grab whatever cum she could and swallow it. "Thanks for the snack, Kev." Milly stood up, let go of my cock, took off her shirt, went behind me, grabbed my shirt and pulled it off, then grabbed my shorts and pulled them down--and then grabbed my cock again! To do this, she moved her chest into my back and moved her tits around and around.
"OK, buster. Mission #1 accomplised. We got rid of your cum--at least, for now. Now let's get rid of your piss."
"Milly, it's hard for me to relax while you're holding my cock, rubbing your tits and my cum into my back, licking my back, rubbing your cum-covered cheeks unto my back, holding my cock--."
"Oh, , sorry again, I just did what was coming naturally, so to speak. Relax. Close your eyes. Think of a waterfall in the forest--think of all the water coming down, think of the piss coming down, forget about the fact that I am holding unto your cock while you are trying to piss and giving you a tit massage--"
I tried my best to relax but it was difficult. Have you ever tried to relax while someone holds your cock and tells you to piss? Milly's hand felt great.
"Come on, Kevin. There are a lot of things I want to do with you today. But I want you to piss first. Piss Kevin. Relax. Close your eyes. Think soothing thoughts. Don't think of me standing behind you, naked, pressing my cunt into your ass, rubbing my tits and your cum into your back, reaching around you, holding unto your cock with my right hand and putting my left hand between your legs so I can scratch your balls."
"Damn it, Milly. Will you stop pressing your tits into my back and pulling on my balls. How do you expect me to piss if you keep doing that! I am going to cum again!"
"OK. You're right. Sorry." Milly moved to one side of me. She still kept her right hand on my cock but but released a lot of her pressure and movement and simply made certain it was pointed into the bowl. I tried to relax. Suddenly, I felt a drop or two of piss spring from my cock. "Atta boy, Kevin. Now you're doing it. Just a bit more and it will all come out."
It was a bit easier for me to relax with only Milly's hand on my cock. I tried not to think of that and instead pictured a waterfall in the forest, with the water dropping in great sheets from the heights to the river below. Suddenly--my piss started to come out. A bit at first, then more and more, harder and stronger, until I was gushing my own waterfall of piss down into the bowl. "Ahhhh--finally."
"Ahhh, finally indeed. Now, quick, before you finish, I am going to squeeze your cock hard. Kevin--close you eyes and stop pissing for a second!" All of a sudden, Milly squeezed my cock really hard. I was really surprised--so surprised that I actually stopped my pissing for a couple of seconds. I closed me eyes and did as Milly asked. As I did this, I felt Milly push me back just a little bit and slide around to sit on the bowl. She kept her hand on my cock. Milly told me to open my eyes. I did.
"OK, Kevin, let'er rip. Come on. Piss all over me. Piss on my tits. Piss on my face." I was so amazed I didn't even have to to get any mental images. Who needed mental images when I had the real thing right in front of my face. I didn't need to do anything; Milly was doing it all for me. I could see my piss strike Milly's tits and the water flow between her breasts down to her belly. Milly raised my cock and started to shower her face with my piss. "Ah, Kevin. Your piss is so warm. It feels so good coming down over my breasts. I am going to hold your cock with both hands while you piss. That's right, let it all out. Continue to relax. Now watch this. I am going to pull on your cock. Keep on pissing. Ah, Ahhhh. Your piss feels so good all over my face. So warm. Do you like watching your cock piss all over my face? Oh, oh, you are stopping. Let me shake your cock for you and get all the drops out. Any more?
I couldn't believe it. With all the stroking I had done, I had had a lot of day-dreams about jerkoffs and blowjobs and fucking--but I had never even thought of someone holding my cock while I was pissing, let alone pissing on someone's tits or their face. God, was it great. What a feeling. I felt like a King with Milly my slave. She would do whatever I wanted her to do! [Of course, I forgot that Milly was responsible for my pissing on her in the first place.]
"Milly, you keep shaking my cock like that and you might have another load on your hands--or whereever you want it."
"I can't wait! Kevin, have you ever had a blow job? Have you ever had someone take your cock and put in in their mouth, biting it, blowing on it, stroking it, sucking it, swallowing it down their throat, swallowing your cum--and even soaking up the last spurt of your piss?"
As Milly spoke, my cock started to twitch again. However, before I could answer her or even get some serious mental images going, Milly grabbed my cock, shoved it in her mouth, sucked on it, rubbed my balls with one hand and then took her thumb and forefinger and placed them around my cock as far back towards my balls as she could. She then held my cock with her left hand and stretched my cock as far as it would go, all the time moving her fingers up towards the head of my cock squeezing as tightly as she could. She opened her mouth, clamped down over the head of my cock, and gave one final squeeze and pull. Right away, my cock responded with one last spurt of piss right into her mouth! Oh my god! What a visual. I couldn't believe it. Milly swallowed my piss and then smiled at me with a look of total satisfaction.
"Ah... Thank you, Kevin. That was great. A nice warm cocktail, so to speak. Mixes well with your cum."
Milly started laughing, I started laughing--what more could one say? The day had barely begun and Aunt Milly had jerked me off, depositing my cum on her tits and face; she had held my cock while I pissed all over her breasts and face; and she had sucked my cock while I pissed in her mouth. Wow! I was certainly looking forward to more babysitting from Aunt Milly!
