It was 3:15PM. Amanda was driving home from work. She had been
staying with her older s****r Beth for the last few months while
looking for an apartment. Beth was divorced, living alone except
for her teenage son Doug. She was always gone very early to her
job and never got back before 6:30. With Amanda’s shorter hours,
she was the one to make Doug his cereal and see him off to
school. And they often ran into each other in the afternoons if
each were around the house.
As she drove home to Beth’s house, Amanda silently noted the
events of the last several days to herself. It had all started
when one night she found a pair of her white lace panties placed
on top of the others in her dresser drawer. It was folded oddly-
she was sure she hadn’t put them there like that. As she picked
the panties up, they felt strangely heavy in her hand. Even
before she peeled them open, Amanda sensed what she would find.
The sticky whiteness and the scent of man-cum was unmistakable,
but she still dabbed her fingertips in it and tasted it with the
tip of her tongue- less to be sure (she was sure) and more just
to enjoy the flavor.
There was only one person in the little house that could have
filled her panties with semen and put them in her dresser. Dougie
was pretty good-looking already, mused Amanda. She had, of
course, noted him checking her body out, normal behavior for a
teenager living with a busty 31 year old single woman. And
Amanda, for her part, had always liked younger guys. Even though
she was older, she had always enjoyed a young man’s youthful
‘energy”. And she realized, when she found the cum-loaded
panties, that she might have been u*********sly flirting with
Doug a bit…
That next morning, Amanda didn’t say a word about what she’d
found. She did, however, make Doug his cereal while wearing a
very short skirt and higher heels than was usual for her office
job. She faced away from him a lot, subtly pushing her ass out
for him to enjoy. In the kitchen mirror, Amanda could see that
Dougie was noticing.
When he got back from school that day, Amanda was nowhere to be
found. But on Doug’s bed, there was a different pair of her
panties all spread out, as if left there for him. As Doug picked
them up, his hands shaking, he saw an envelope on the bed. It had
his name on it.
I just want you to know that I did receive the gift you left for
me to find, and I appreciate your present and the warm feelings
you must be having for your Auntie.
Here is something else for you- an especially lacy pair that you
might enjoy. If you would be so kind, Auntie would like you to
leave at least two ‘presents’ in them for her to find in her
dresser drawer when she returns tonight. Is that OK with you?
By the way: I will be home tonight about 9 o’clock. If it’s not
too much trouble, Auntie prefers her gift to still be warm when
she receives it- so if you would, please time your ‘gifting’
activities to be just before I get home.
And Dougie- please enjoy! Thinking nice thoughts about you.
When got in shortly after 9:00, Amanda went straight to her room
and slid open the top drawer. The house seemed strangely quiet,
as if no one was home. But as she hefted the heavy panties that
were there for her, she knew that Dougie was nearby- almost
certainly listening. The cum was so warm that it was almost
steaming. And it was certainly more than just two loads- a huge
wad of fragrant sperm was oozing obscenely out of the little lacy
crotch-cup of her panties into her open hand.
Knowing that Doug was certainly listening for her every movement,
Amanda quietly eased back onto her bed and began to masturbate,
devising a plan for what to do next with her nephew. She frigged
herself, imagining her horny nephew jerking his teenage cock. Did
he use the lacy material to stimulate himself, rubbing it up and
down his shaft, or did he grease up his prick, squeeze and stroke
and excite himself- and then just hold the lingerie at his
cock-tip to catch his load? She imagined him shooting hot sperm
into the panties she left for him, obeying her wishes…As she
neared her first orgasm, she scooped up Dougie’s ‘gift’ on her
fingertips and massaged the whole warm mess of it into her hole
and her engorged pussy-lips, paying special attention to her
clit. There was enough gooey white man-shot to cream up her whole
pubic mound. Knowing that her nephew was listening, she allowed
one quiet moan to escape her lips into the empty room as Amanda
suddenly realized what her next step with him would be. As she
imagined it occurring, she suddenly orgasmed intensely on
That was last night. Now, on the drive home, she reviewed in her
mind how this morning had gone.
When Dougie came down to have a bite before heading to school,
Beth had, as always, left for work long before. Amanda was, as
usual, already in the kitchen, making him a bowl of cereal. Her
choice of clothing was for the office, as usual. But the details
were decidedly even sexier than what Amanda had worn the day
before. Doug was used to checking out her butt as she moved about
the kitchen in an office skirt. But this one was tighter and of
lighter material than ever before, and almost short enough to see
her ass. Amanda was wearing high heels that made her leg muscles
flex, and her buttocks quivered with every step she took. Under
his jeans, Doug’s cock, as usual, began to harden and thicken.
“Here’s your breakfast, nephew.” murmured Amanda as she bent low
to place the bowl in front of him. “Gotta eat well to stay
strong…” Amanda sat down across from him at the table- another
change from the usual. “Dougie….” Amanda was looking at him.
“Huh?” Even though Doug had hot fantasies several times a day
about fucking his aunt, he had never figured out how to talk with
her without stumbling on his words.
“Dougie, look at me.” Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the table.
On the way to looking her in the face, Doug’s gaze passed up
Amanda’s bust. Today, she was wearing a tight silk blouse that
buttoned up the back. It hugged her tummy and seemed to cup her
fat breasts for Doug’s pleasure. Amanda was petite- only a little
over 5 feet tall. Doug was a gangly 6′ 1″. As they sat, he was
looking down the shadow between her breasts.
Amanda had beautiful tits, large for her slight frame. They were
classically cone shaped, with big nipples that stuck out easily.
Men always stared at them, and today she was wearing a half-cup
push-up brassiere that f***ed her nipples into erection and
pushed them hard against the silk. Doug’s cock, rubbing against
his shorts, gave another twitch. Finally, he raised his eyes to
meet his aunt’s. Amanda was smiling.
“I just want you to know that I really enjoyed the present you
made for me. I feel very flattered, Doug.” In the pause that
followed, he stole another glance at her cleavage. Amanda smiled,
inwardly this time. As she spoke again, her pussy gave her a
“If it’s OK with you, Dougie, I have a question for you.”
“Uh, OK. What?”
“It’s kind of a personal question, so I hope you don’t mind.
After all, we’re friends, right, Doug?” Amanda took his silence
as permission to continue. She reached across the table and
rested her hand on his. “When you when you make my ‘gift’,
Dougie, do you use my panties to stroke and stimulate your penis,
or do you jerk yourself with lube or something and then just use
my little panties to shoot off into?”
Doug’s heart was pounding. “Um.. Ummmmm.”
Amanda looked at him, trying to find his eyes again. “Is it OK
that I ask, Doug? I’m just curious…”
“Um. The second.” Doug exhaled.
“I see….” Amanda paused. “Does it take long?” Doug started- he
wasn’t expecting another question.
Instead of waiting for his answer, Amanda slowly stood up and
went over to the counter. She faced away from her nephew, and
slowly, wordlessly shimmied and worked up her skirt. Doug stared.
Under the skirt, Amanda was wearing a little lacy thong, pulled
tight into her ass-crack. Looking at his face in the kitchen
mirror, she worked the thong out and down her long legs, finally
stepping out of them. Then Amanda eased her skirt down, covering
herself again, and turned back to face Doug. She held her warm,
damp panties in her hand.
“I have to go to work in about 5 minutes, and you have to go to
school. Do you think you can take these to your room and make a
‘present’ to give to me before I have to leave?” Amanda placed
the panties in his hand and closed his fingers over the material.
“You have five minutes. Go.” As Dougie ran from the room, Amanda
set the kitchen timer.
Her pussy was tingling as she paced the kitchen, wondering how
she could keep her s****r from finding out about any of this.
Beth probably wouldn’t have let Amanda come to live there if she
had known of Amanda’s sexual predilections. Beth didn’t know that
Amanda liked to fuck teenage boys even more than men her own age
even Amanda had no idea how many teenagers she had screwed.
Even when Amanda was just a girl, she found boys younger than her
very interesting. As a teen, she liked to get got the younger
boys to follow her around and do as she said- it wasn’t
difficult. But once those boys started to reach puberty, Amanda
found that there was much, much more that she could do to
manipulate and control them. They found her heavy tits
fascinating, for instance. She found that just a good look at her
in her brassiere was enough to get a boy to do almost anything
And then Amanda’s own sexual desires came into play. She watched
a boy touch himself in front of her (she had asked him to, after
showing him her boobs) and became wet from watching his penis
thicken and harden. Watching his orgasm, though, really changed
her sexuality forever. The way his cock erupted, her first sight
and taste of ejaculate… The sticky white cum-stuff especially
fascinated her. Amanda liked to play with it, masturbate with it,
taste it… Soon she wanted it shooting directly into her mouth
and ultimately, of course, into her cunt.
But why not men her own age? Of course, it had all started when
she was a little girl. But as a woman, Amanda liked the way young
guys got hard over and over, the a****l way they shot off all the
time, the fact that they couldn’t even help themselves- all this
appealed to Amanda’s sensitivities. She liked the obvious,
desperate look in their eyes on the streets as they checked her
out, liked the awkward way they tried to talk to her when she
didn’t really need them to talk. As a girl, she had liked just
making boys do what she wanted- but as a woman, the charge she
got had become sexualized. Both Amanda’s secret fantasy life and
her real-life romances now revolved around two things:
titillating younger men and then, in good time, drawing thick
shooting cum- preferably lots of it- of a hard cock. The boys
never seemed to mind.
Doug returned at a run, zipping up his fly and trying to do his
belt. “OK!” he said.
“Thank you, Dougie…” Amanda took the panties. In her little
hand, they felt heavy again, warm going on hot. “Did you have fun
shooting off into Auntie’s little panties?” To his delight, she
squished them between her fingers. The cum was oozing though the
lace, getting out… “Were they still warm when you nosed your
cockhead into them and came your load?” As she teased him, Amanda
was stretching her wet lingerie open in front of him. Just then,
the kitchen timer dinged.
“Just in time, Dougie” Amanda turned away from him again, as if
feigning modesty, but the real reason she faced away was that she
was getting very wet and excited. Her face was flushing, and
right now she needed to maintain control of the situation. So,
hiding her face from her nephew, she stepped into the panties–
and pulled them up her legs real slow. Her hands were shaking
slightly. She eventually worked the slimy, cum-dripping panties
up her legs and back into the crack of her ass and against her
pussy. Amanda turned and faced Doug, still holding her skirt up,
and showed him the wet spot where his cum now was– right against
her cunt. As he stared, trying to commit every detail to memory,
Amanda reached down and used two fingers to push his cum into her
crack. They both heard the squishing sound.
“Thank you Doug- that feels really, really nice.” Her voice
shook, just a bit, but Amanda remained outwardly calm. “One more
thing, Doug.” She pulled down her skirt and picked up her bag.
“Please don’t masturbate until you hear from me. I’ll text you.
Understood?” Doug, momentarily speechless, simply nodded. “Well,
I’ll see you later. I’ll be late for work…” Amanda walked away.
Doug heard more squish squish noises. In a minute, he heard the
door close and Amanda’s car leaving. Another five minutes, and he
had to leave for school.
Mid morning, Doug got a page. It was Amanda’s number. “C U
He’d have to skip out on his buddies, but this was a no-brainer.
“OK CU” he texted back. That was at 11:00. He was in school ’till
3:00 and probably couldn’t have jerked off anyway. His erection
was active all day. Just after 3:00, class got out and he jumped
into his car. He tried not to run any lights on the way.
Amanda, for her part, had had to change out of her slut heels and
skirt for her job. She also put on a regular brassiere. But she
had worn her nephew’s cum against her pussy all day. She had a
fucked smell about her, and though she got a few second (and
third) looks from some of the guys around her office, none of
them had had the guts to say anything to her directly. After
work, she had changed back for the drive home. As she drove, she
kept squeezing her thighs together and releasing them, squeezing
and releasing. She was fingering her pussy, too, getting herself
juiced up. As she pulled into the driveway, she noted Doug’s old
car already parked there. A good thing, because Amanda was just
Doug was sitting on the front-hall couch as she let herself in.
Doug suddenly sat up very straight. Amanda stood just a few
inches in front of him and paused, setting her feet apart,
letting the smell of pussy mixed with hours-old cum waft over
“How are you, Dougie?” She was almost whispering. “Did you have a
“Got your text.” He volunteered.
“Yes.” Amanda waited a beat. “Your Mommy’s not here, is she?”
Doug looked surprised. His Mom was never home in the afternoon.
“N no, Aunt Amanda. She’s working- right?”
Amanda nodded. “Of course she is, Dougie. We both know that…”
She paused again, letting the tension build. “Dougie, will you go
up and let yourself into my room? I think you know just how to do
that, don’t you?” He was headed to the stairs already. “Doug?” He
paused. “Please be sitting on the side of my bed. Thanks.”
Amanda got a glass of wine, made him wait a few minutes. When she
went upstairs and opened the door, there he was, just as she had
asked him to be.
“Thank you, Dougie. I’m so glad we have some time today to
visit…” Amanda faced her vanity and, in a half profile to Doug,
reached behind her back and began to work out the little buttons
of the silk blouse.
“So much has happened in our house in the last few days, hasn’t
“Y- yes. I guess.”
“You guess.” Amanda appeared to be thinking this over. “So,
Dougie: how long have you been having these, umm, special
thoughts about your Auntie?” Amanda’s tits were thrusting out, as
she strained and reached behind her back for the buttons.
Doug was trying not to look like he was staring. “Umm- maybe
since you moved in?”
“Oh- that long?” she mused. Amanda was putting on a good show.
She twisted at the waist and moved back and forth. “So you’ve
been very shy, haven’t you?”
Doug was staring at her reflection in the mirror. “Umm. I didn’t
think you’d want to know…”
Amanda was unfastening the buttons, opening from the top down.
She paused and, in the mirror, looked back into his eyes. “Well,
I’m very glad you were brave enough to tell me, Doug.” She
resumed unbuttoning. “In your own special way, that is…” In her
mirror, she could see that Doug was already hard, fidgeting,
fighting to keep his hands away from his dick.
Finally, Amanda eased her blouse forward and removed it. Dougie
was in awe. Her nipples, high above the upper edge of the push up
bra, were thickening and erecting in the cool air. Amanda turned
“I recall now that one pair of my panties has been missing for
some time…I expect you know just where they are…”
She turned towards him and took a step his way. “Why don’t you
just keep them, OK? A present from me to you…” She raised her
hands to her breasts.
“We have the house to ourselves, don’t we, Doug?” Amanda was
gently stroking her nipples for Doug’s pleasure- and her own. “I
mean- you haven’t invited any of your friends over or anything,
have you?” Now, Amanda was pulling on her tits more f***efully.
Doug nodded “no”. Amanda pinched her nipples, twisted them. “And
we both know that my s****r Beth, your Mommy, will be away until
6:30 tonight, correct?”
Doug was staring. “Yes, Auntie Amanda.”
“Very good, Nephew Dougie. That’s all very good…” Amanda
stepped back to her vanity. She leaned back against it. “And
speaking of your Mommy… we won’t be talking about any of this
with her, am I right about that?”
Doug looked almost afraid at the thought. “No, no way! I don’t
tell Mom nothin”.
Amanda paused, her hand hovering over the little zipper on her
hip- looked at him. “Say: ‘I won’t tell, Auntie Amanda'”.
Doug was dry-mouthed, but he managed: “I- I won’t tell anyone,
“Very good, Nephew Dougie”. This time, unlike this morning, she
eased out of her skirt while facing him. She worked the zipper
down- and as she wiggled out of her tight skirt, her hip curves
were revealed. After a minute, Doug could see that the panties
matched the half-cup bra, though they were badly inundated with
cum and cunt-juice.
Finally, Amanda and her nephew Dougie were alone in her room.
Beth was away at work- they would be undisturbed. Amanda was
wearing nothing but heels, brassiere, and a pair of wet,
cum-filled panties. Doug’s cock was forming a big tent in his
lap. At times like this, it turned Amanda on to initiate. Why it
got her wet and quivery, she didn’t know, but she wanted to fuck
a virgin. She took a few steps towards her nephew Doug and stood
over him, her high-heeled feet apart, straddling either side of
one of his legs. The half-cup pushed her tits up, close to his
“Well, then. Since we seem to have an agreement, let me just undo
this…” whispered Amanda. She was manipulating the catch of her
brassiere, centered between her tits. Doug could feel the subtle
pressure of her thighs as they brushed against his leg in time
with her movements. She could have just snapped the bra open, but
Amanda took her time, playing with her nephew’s emotions as she
finally undid the catch and slowly eased the two halves apart.
“Uuuhhh..” Doug groaned as Amanda finally released her heavy
breasts for him. The weight of her flesh pushed the bra cups
downwards and away. Then Amanda lifted and supported her boobs
with her hands, lifting and squeezing them, pulling the hard
nipples and then releasing so her flesh quivered liquidly for her
“Would you like to smell?” Amanda whispered. To get closer to his
face, she put her right knee up on the bed, between his legs.
Amanda held up her tits, brushed her nipples across her nephew’s
face, back and forth- one, twice… The tension was mounting.
Amanda loved this moment. She adjusted her knee so that it was
pressing his shorts, brushing against the side of Doug’s rampant
prick, nudging his balls… Almost there…
With a groan. Doug plunged his face into her cleavage. She pulled
his head in and f***ed her tits into his mouth. Doug’s big hands
clutched the small of her back and pulled her breasts into his
face. She closed her thighs together over his leg, reached down
and, through the satiny material of Doug’s running shorts, put
her hand right on his cock.
Amanda f***ed Doug back deeper into her bed, pushing her breasts
into his face and finally forcing him flat on his back as she
climbed up on her hands and knees and fed him tit. While with one
hand she held herself up over him, the palm of her other hand was
stroking his hard-on through his shorts. Finally, she reached up
his leg hole and closed her hand directly around Doug’s prick.
It was far thicker than she had expected, and that was good.
Amanda liked a big cock and a big man- it contrasted with her
petite body. It had been months since she had last had a really
big cock up her, so her hole was probably tighter than if she was
getting it every day, and Amanda’s cunt was naturally pretty
tight regardless. She smiled in anticipation of that f***ed-open,
split-by-cock feeling. It might even take a few minutes to work
it into her fuck-hole. In response to that thought, Amanda’s clit
tingled. Her cunt started to cream.
By now, Amanda was straddling her nephew’s hips. She got up and
pulled her breasts away from him. With her left hand, she still
held his prick. Now she snaked the fingers of her right hand
under the edge of her wet, soiled panties.
“My panties are all wet with cum, Dougie. You’ve been jerking
your prick into all my lingerie. Why is that?” Doug looked down
as the material tented and twisted over her knuckles.
“I wore your cum against my pussy all day long, Nephew…” Amanda
was masturbating her clit. “It kept me warm and wet…” She
twisted, and her tits swung in front of Dougie’s eyes. She looked
down at him.
“Has Dougie been sexually frustrated?” Amanda let go his cock and
undid one of the clasps that stretched over her hip. She was
still frigging her clit. “Well, so has Auntie…” The scant
material snapped away. “Has Dougie been jerking off into his
Auntie’s underwear because it’s so sexy to look at her ass in the
kitchen every morning? OH! Well ungh, I’ve been watching you,
too….” Amanda unsnapped the other catch, and the panties fell
away uselessly against Doug’s leg. He looked down, and Amanda
slowly drew her hand away, uncovering her pubis for him. Doug
moaned– he saw that her cunt mound was completely shaven, devoid
of pubic hair, smooth like a whore’s.
“It was very brave of you to shoot cum into my best lace panties
and leave them where you knew Auntie would find them…how did
you know I would like that? Auntie is very impressed with you.”
Her pussy lips were spread Doug could see them separate in the
dim light, could see the space between where he knew his cock was
supposed to fit. His prick gave a little jerk at the thought.
Amanda gently took Doug’s hands in hers, guided them to hold her
hips. “You are going to grow up to be a very strong, sexual man,
Doug…” His hands got the idea, instinctually gripping and
pulling her towards him. “Ooooh! You are so strong, Dougie!”
Amanda was taking a chance, knowing that Doug might blow his load
at any moment, but she took a bit of time. She touched his
dangling balls with her fingertips, trailed them up the length of
his shaking prick, lightly stroked back down… After a minute of
this, she held him just below his glans and was impressed again
with his size.
“You are such a big boy, Doug! Your cock is so so thick!” She
passed his fat, dripping cockhead all over her pubic mound,
mixing his fresh precum with the old cum that still glistened and
crusted against her skin. “And smooth and hot, too…” she
murmured. She passed his glans across her vaginal opening, eased
it away, allowed him to enter a fraction of an inch, pulled
away… “I I know you like my panties, but isn’t this where you
really want to cum, little Dougie?”
He grunted, trying to hold back from shooting, but it wasn’t
going well. Doug’s cock was dripping all over Amanda’s hand. Now
it was starting to jerk. She felt his breathing shift. Amanda
sensed the time was close. With a deep breath, she released his
prick at the opening of her tight, wet slit. His cock was
challengingly fat, and she had to sit down on it slowly and
f***efully, holding the shaft to her fuck-hole opening with one
hand until the tip was wet enough to slide in. It took one, two,
then a third push before his prick was plowed entirely into her
cunt. She fucked him hard, pulling her hips up and down fast,
forcing her tits down again into his face. For his first real
fuck, she wanted to overwhelm him, make his orgasm hot– shooting
out hard and intensely. This first time won’t take long, she
thought let him shoot cum as soon as he wants. Amanda remembered
hot thick and creamy Doug’s loads all had been, knew his prick
would be giving her one directly any second and felt her pussy
surge with lubrication at the thought.
Doug moaned in a way that was impossible to mistake. Amanda
leaned down, put her full weight on him. She heard his muffled
yell against her breast, felt his hips shoving, lifting her
little body right off the bed. She f***ed herself back down onto
his cock, felt his balls against her clinging cunt lips. Then she
felt the flood of hot cum coating her insides, juicing up her
holes as he rammed in and out faster and faster. Amanda reached
back behind her and stroked his ballsack, increasing his pleasure
as Doug continued to orgasm.
“That’s right, Dougie. That’s a good boy.” She whispered. “Shoot
out all your cum.” She continued to gently rub his balls as his
breathing slowed. “Auntie Amanda is very proud of you. You cum
Doug realized that he had finally lost his virginity- with the
woman he fantasized about the most.