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Great Aunty Lynne
by Isabella

Story Code: Incest, m/F, First Time, Inter Generational

My grandfather had been ill for a month, he was only sixty-two years old but his heart got a disease that meant he would need a transplant, that was, if they could find a donor that matched him. My father told me to go over to see him in hospital as I was on vacation from school; dad had a bunch of books for me to take to grandpa, oh, and the eponymous bunch of grapes, naturally.

I had to catch a bus to the hospital, I had just got my drivers permit but my parents couldn't afford a third car and they both used their cars all day for work. Gramps was very low when I went in, he was bothered that no one had been to visit his sister, my Great Aunt Lynne, Lynne and Gramps were closer than any brother and sister I had ever known, Gramps visited her most days, or at least he did, but he hadn't seen her in a month, his sister and my Grandmother just didn't get on, so she was forced to stay away from the hospital.

I didn't know my Great Aunt very well, she was the black-sheep of the family by all accounts, ten years younger than my grandfather and never married, never had children. Gramps was really pleased to see me, glad for the grapes but I could tell that he could have taken or left the books, "Next time you bring me grapes, can you tread them, add sugar and yeast, let them ferment a while and then distil the liquid and sneak it in here in a bottle."

I sat in almost silence, I didn't really have anything to talk to my Grandfather about, and this visit was taking up valuable growing time, you were only sixteen once and there was only so much free time to enjoy yourself instead of doing school work or household chores. My Grandfather broke the silence, "Did you get your driver's licence yet?"

"Yep!"

"You got a car yet?"

"Nope!"

There was another long silence and as I was about to leave my Grandpa he said, "You any good at fixing things around the house?"

I nodded my head, "Pretty good at simple things!"

"It's just that I usually help my sister, your Aunty Lynne, you know, around the house, things a husband would do if she had bothered to take the time to get one!"

The thought, 'Okay, where is the senile old buzzard going with this?' popped into my head.

"If you promise to look in on my sister every day, do the things around the house that she wants you to do, I'll let you drive my Dodge until I get out of here and can help her out for myself. I'll even give you my gas card to fill the car up. What do you say?"

I almost leaped on the bed to hug him, a car, a two thousand and ten Dodge Charger, no old man's car and that was for sure.

I had to go to his insurance broker to sign papers and have my photograph taken for their records; I was being added to my Grandpa's policy as a nominated driver. The trunk of the car had my Grandpa's toolbox in it when I picked it up; I was expected to have a full tool kit with me when I visited my Aunty, well my Great Aunty.

I drove right over to Aunty Lynn's, the very next afternoon. I knocked on the front door and rang the bell but got no answer, I could hear music from the back so I guessed she was in the yard as it was a very sunny afternoon.

I walked down the side of the house and up onto the back porch, I walked past an open window and the sound of running water made me look in the room. I froze; the window was actually in the wall, inside my Great Aunt's shower stall, not the shower room, the actual shower cubicle. As I stood there fixed to the spot, my Aunty was soaping her breasts, then she looked up at me and smiled, "You must be John, hi, I haven't seen you since you were two years old."

I was still standing there, mouth wide open, gibbering like an idiot, 'Why didn't she scream? Why didn't she tell me to look away? Why didn't she cover herself with a towel or something?' Ran through my head but all that came out of my mouth was a string of incoherent babbling and a "Yes."

"You can wait for me in the kitchen if you like!" And with me still standing there, my Aunty went back to washing herself, she looked down and opened her legs and began to wash between them with me still standing there, mouth still wide open.

Eventually I managed to force my feet to move, just two steps but enough to break the spell and I could go to the kitchen, once in the kitchen my Aunty shouted out for me to fill the coffee machine with water and turn it on. Before the first drop of boiling water dripped into the filter holder Lynne was walking through the kitchen door, dripping wet and tying the belt in front of her thin cotton robe, she spooned coffee granules into the filter and closed it.

"You drink coffee?" She asked, I nodded my heads, "Milk and two, no, three sugars I guess?" I nodded my head again. "I take mine black with no sugar; it's an age thing I guess?"

I realised that as my Aunty was walking back and forth around the kitchen, the thin white cotton of her robe was turning slightly transparent from her wet body beneath it.

"Grandpa said you probably had a few little jobs that you might need doing around the house!"

Lynne sipped at her coffee and her eyes smiled at me over her cup. "Do you have tools with you?"

"I have Grandpa's charger, the boot is full of his tools."

"Well, thanks for coming over then, I've lots of little jobs around the house but the first one, the most important one, is the draw in my bedside table, it's jammed shut and I need to be able to get in to it. Why don't you finish your coffee and fetch your toolbox."

"I probably won't need any tools to free a jammed draw. Which way is it to your bedroom?"

Lynne pointed the way and even though I didn't want to leave the room, I was so drawn to looking at the curves of her luscious body.

I guess I had a bit of a reputation as a horn dog around school, I had sniffed and scratched around every girl in my grade and even the grade below mine but I had been knocked back at every turn. I guessed that I was the only sixteen year old male virgin in my county.

I left my coffee to cool down and followed Lynne's directions to her bedroom. I opened the door and instantly spotted the bedside cabinet. Lynne's bed was a huge super-king bed with a maple headboard and built into the headboard on each side were floating cabinets with small draws under, they looked quite stylish, even more so because they had no legs supporting them off of the floor. I took a firm hold on the draw handle and yanked it hard, the draw flew out, spilling its content all over my Aunties floor with two particularly loud thumps, I looked down at the heavy objects that had thumped into the carpet and just as the objects came into focus Lynne came through the door.

My mouth dropped open again, there on the floor were two vibrators, a ten inch long white and a twelve inch long black one and sitting between them was a twelve pack of condoms still wrapped in cellophane.

I bent forward to pick up some of the stuff from the floor just as Lynne bent down to pick up her vibrators. As Lynne bent forward her gown fell open a little and just two inches from my eyes her forty inch double 'D' tits popped into view. Lynne saw that I was looking directly at her tits and she just gave me a sweet smile and stood up again.

I picked up the condom box and as an automatic reaction I turned the box over to look at the use by date stamped on the bottom, there was almost three years left and from sex ed class I knew that condoms usually had three years of 'shelf life' so I guessed that the box of condoms were brand new.

Lynne saw me looking at the box and realise that I had spun it in my hand to see the pack date. "I'm not worried about becoming pregnant, I'm not totally mad yet, it's just that my usual partner has been away for a while and I've been looking for a new source of pleasure and you never know what a casual pick up can carry."

My jaw was still somewhere close to my navel, a shocked expression painted on my face.

"What? A woman cannot live by plastic lover alone you know. As you may have guessed, the sticking draw is on the other side of the bed."

I managed to snap out of my rigidity and I picked up the draw and put the box of condoms in it before lining the slots in the side of the draw with the runners inside the cabinet. At least my little accident meant that I had a better idea how the cabinet was constructed. I walked around the bed and Lynne climbed onto it, rather a lot of her thigh exposed as she walked across the bed on her knees.

I was a little disconcerted that Lynne was still holding the dildos in her hands. I was more careful on the next draw, I gave a gentle pull, then I gave it a harder tug and finally I put my back into it. Nothing happened, it was stuck fast. I looked over at my Aunty, I guess the look on my face said, 'Do you really need to get this open?'

"I need that draw open, I haven't needed the content for almost seventeen years but now I suddenly find I do." Lynne rolled away from me slightly and leaned back onto her pillows, as she lay back one of her breasts came back into view and she was rolling the dildos around in her hands. "I thought it would be so easy, but one sexual partner for seventeen years and a woman loses her picking up skills, of course it could be that at fifty, the men that I'm attracted too aren't interested in me but a month is a long time to a woman with my needs."

I put my left hand on the headboard and my right hand on the draw handle and gave a sharp jerk with all my might. My right hand moved and I smiled inwardly until I looked, I saw that the draw was still stuck fast in its cabinet and the cabinet was hanging from my hand.

"I usually put my pitcher of water on that side, good thing it wasn't there now," Lynne moved slightly and I noticed the headboard shook as she did, Lynne looked at what I was looking at and deliberately rocked herself violently and the headboard banged into the wall.

"Ah, I see what has probably happened now, seventeen years of fucking in this bed, with a wobbly headboard, probably spilt water into the cabinet and swelled the wood." Lynne giggled at the words swelled and wood and as she giggled she looked at the front of my trousers. And then up to my bright red face.

"How many girlfriends have you had so far John?"

"Plenty!"

"Oh, so you're not a virgin then?"

Lynne studied my face for a moment and then giggled again, "I see, so you are still a virgin then!"

I turned away from her and looked at the back of the draw, "I'll need to go and get some tools from the car."

I brought the large tool box from the car, a bottle of wood glue and a sash-clamp. Lynne was still sitting on the bed, still dressed in just a thin, white cotton dressing gown, she still had the ten inch vibrator in her hand but I couldn't see the twelve inch one, Lynne had altered her position, she was now sitting on her haunches and as I used a rubber mallet to hit the draw from the back Lynne was just rocking slightly, lifting up an inch and then lowering herself back down that inch, slowly, as if she were riding a horse at the walk.

I hit the draw again and it finally moved a fraction of an inch, I hit it again and saw it jerk a little further open, the next hit moved it past the jamming point and the draw fell from the cabinet and onto the floor. Spilling its content all over the floor. The draw was full of magazines, the small 'RRR' rated continental ones.

"Pass me one darling!"

I picked up one of the magazines and passed it to Lynne, she began to flick through it, it was a very hard core fuck-book and as I stood there Lynne went to page two, "Ah yes! I remember this one. I used it a lot way back when." As Lynne flicked to the third page she began to lift and lower a little faster.

I was looking more at Lynne than at what I was doing, her movements were mow so marked that her breasts were starting to bounce a little, her eyes flicked from the book to me, she turned the book towards me, "What do you think?" On the page, one picture was of a woman and a huge cock held against her lips, in the other the cock was deep in her mouth and she was taking it all the way in to his balls.

Lynne was looking at the front of my trousers; the smile on her face was very broad, "So John, how do you stack up in comparison to this guy?" I was so embarrassed that I couldn't speak but I knew that the tent in the front of my pants was giving away just how turned on I was.

"Why don't you put that cabinet down and come on here with me, let me compare you with this guy."

I had been trying to get into girls knickers for a whole year without success, I was so desperate that I was having one wet dream a week on average and I was about to cum in my trousers just from the look on my Aunties face as she licked her lips.

Lynne was moving a lot faster now and beads of sweat were forming on her upper lip, if I had any problem guessing where the twelve inch vibrator was I now had a very good idea where it was hidden now, Lynne's body gave out a little shudder and she gasped with pleasure, she held out her hand to me and I dropped the cabinet on the floor and climbed up onto the bed.

Lynne had my pants open in a flash and had my cock in her hand, rolling it around in her fingers just as she had been doing with her dildo earlier. Lynne bent forward and as she took my cock in her mouth I saw the huge black dildo shoot out onto the bed behind her. Lynne shuffled her body around a little so that her bottom was closer to my hand, then she sucked hard on my cock and pulled her head away causing my cock to 'pop' loudly from her mouth.

"Can you take over with the 'Black Mamba' for me while I look after this?"

And with that she bent her head back down onto my cock. I picked up the huge black fake cock, it was red hot and dripping wet, I stabbed it around a bit behind her and eventually she moved into position and the dildo slipped into her.

As Lynne sucked my cock I started to pound the vibrator in and out faster, she was making all kinds of animalistic noises as she closed in on her own climax and as she got closer I fired off into her mouth. I had heard boys talking about getting sucked off; every one of them said that when they shot off in their girlfriend's mouth, the girls went crazy and most never wanted to do it again. Lynne swallowed greedily and drank down every last swallow from my dick and when she finally let it go, she licked her lips and said, "Mmmmm, very tasty."

***

Okay, so what does a boy do after his Great Aunt has emptied his balls with her mouth while he is pounding a huge black fake dick in her cunt? As soon as I shot off in her mouth I stopped using the dildo in her but she didn't seem to mind that. She eased away from me and left the big black cock in my hand, "I'll go and fetch your coffee from the kitchen, you start fixing the draw."

While Lynne was gone I started to look at how the cabinet was hung from the headboard, In my mind I was thinking that Lynne was probably in the bathroom getting dressed again. Screwed to the headboard was a frame of one by one plain wood. There were two jointing biscuits at the top and two at the bottom in groves. I had to carefully chisel the old bits of biscuits out of the groves, glue had only been painted on the biscuits joints so the rest of the frame and the inside of the cabinet were very easy to clean up with a little sandpaper.

Lynne came into the room as I was rubbing the insides of the cabinet hard with sandpaper, "Isn't all that hard work making you sweat darling?"

I stopped sanding and looked over at her, pleasantly surprised that she was still wearing just her dressing gown. "Why don't you take your shirt off while you work?"

I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and Lynne was at my side by the time my head popped out into the bedroom again. She traced her fingers across my chest and then down onto my stomach, feeling every well-defined muscle in my 'six-pack'.

"You look very fit darling, do you work out dear?"

"I play football."

Lynne passed me my coffee, now very cold, "Would you like a fresh cup darling?"

I shook my head and swallowed the last of my coffee down and she took my cup back to the kitchen.

I had to pop out to the Charger and search through the boxes in the trunk but as I expected, there were four air-tight jars with different sized, kiln dried jointing biscuits. I painted glue all around the frame on the headboard and around the inside of the cabinet, making sure that there was plenty of glue in the groves.

I placed four biscuits into the glue-soaked groves in the frame and then offered the cabinet up quickly before the biscuits began to take up the liquid from the glue and began to swell. I pushed the two halves together as hard as I could but I couldn't get it all the way on, there was a quarter of an inch gap between the back of the cabinet and the headboard.

I draped a towel, doubled over, over the end of the cabinet and a short wooden spar across the front and then used the sash clamp the draw the cabinet snugly against the headboard and hold it tightly in place.

"How long will it take to dry?" I almost jumped out of my skin; I thought that Lynne was still in another room. I turned to find her sitting on the bed, leaning against her pillows and drinking a glass of Scotch on the rocks. I looked on the glue bottle, "Two to four hours!"

Lynne took a large swallow from her glass, then she wriggled down the bed a little. She patted the bed at her side, "Well, as we have so long to wait, you may as well get more comfortable,"

"I could do one of the other jobs you need doing while the glue dries."

Lynne wriggled a little lower down the bed and pulled at the knot in the belt holding her dressing gown closed, then she patted the bed at her side again, "I have other jobs that need doing but your grandfather always preferred to do just one job at a time and leave something for the next day. Why don't you get a little more comfortable and join me on here."

I was about to join her on the bed, "Stop, don't you think you may have sawdust on your trousers, you'd better take them off or you might mess up my sheets."

I had never undressed in front of a woman before but like everything else, me and my mates had discussed the protocols involved. Taking the shirt off first or last is just personal choice but never take your trousers off before your shoes and socks, then trousers and shorts last.

By the time I was naked and I turned back to the bed, Lynne was totally naked too, her legs were wide apart and her arms open towards me to help me to get into place between her thighs.

"I've only had one lover in seventeen years so I know I'm clean, or I'm as sure as I can be, he has only fucked me and his wife in seventeen years but I'll understand if you want to use a condom."

'No fucking way, José.' Flashed through my mind as I shook my head.

"Swear to me that you've never had sex before and never shared a needle!"

I nodded my head, "I swear it."

As I had never used a girl's cunt before as a shooting gallery I did go at her a little crazy.

"Whoa there cowboy, we have two to four hours to kill, you don't want to burn yourself out in the first five minutes do you?"

Lynne guided me totally, telling me what she liked, how she liked to have sex and then after I had brought her to her one thousandth orgasm during 'glue drying' time without my shooting into her, she asked me if there was anything that I wanted to try. She was mad, she had already given me oral sex and to her that seemed as casual a thing as shaking hands with a stranger and oral sex was every sixteen year old boy's main goal.

I could think of nothing else that two people could do to each other sexually so I decided to ask, what did I have to lose anyway? "Erm, I'm new to all this, what else is there to do?"

"Well, you've used two holes out of three; do you want to try for a full set?"

'God, the Holy Grail, guys pestered their girls, like forever, to let them push the dirt up hill and here was Lynne offering it to me on a plate.'

"You might like to try deep throating me!"

'God, yet another dream of all horny boys'!

"Then there's titty fucking."

Lynne lifted her breasts, "These would be great for a young man to shoot between."

'Dirty cow, my God she is great.' flooded through my brain

"And while we're on that subject, I could wank you off and aim your spunk at my body or a Bukkake shot."

I laughed, "What the hell is a Bukkake shot?"

"Where you get off any way you can and when you shoot, you aim for my face, most men try to shoot their spunk into a girl's open eyes or up their nostrils. We could go out in public and I'll let you fuck me someplace where we could get caught. If you want to watch me fuck a dog, you have to supply the dog."

'Shit, my Great Aunt really was a dirty bitch.'

"Photography, video, bring your friends and I'll do them all as well, male or female."

"Can I just fill your pussy this time?"

"Okay."

Lynne lifted her legs and pulled her knees against her tits and I began to pound my meat into her as hard as I could, she just reached her climax when I boiled over and filled her cunt to the brim.

"You want to go down there and lick me out?"

I laughed, "No thanks, I'll pass on that offer this time."

"How long does it take you to recover?"

"What do you mean?"

"How soon after you shoot do you get hard again?"

"I don't know, never tried for a double header before."

"Well, I'll just sit here and get a little mellow while you recover, let me know when your little soldier wakes up."

Lynne offered me some alcohol, I refused, she offered me a spliff but I turned that down too, then she offered me some pills, once again I refused. I watched as Lynne popped two pills and swallowed down a good measure of Whiskey before lighting up a spliff.

Lynne got well and truly wasted in the next half an hour as soon as I got hard we got back at it like rabbits, the only difference this time was my Aunty was too toasted to really know what she was doing or what I was doing to her, if I had been a gentleman I would have called it a day at two climaxes in her but I really wanted my hat-trick so I just kept on fucking her.

Lynne was now rambling a little; she had got depressed and was on a downward spiral into a real black dog of a mood. "After all I did for that ungrateful cow, she won't even let me visit my own brother in hospital, it isn't like we are going to fuck in his hospital bed is it, not after he sent you to take his place."

I was starting to climb to my third climax but the news that my Grandfather had been fucking his own sister dampened things down a little for me, so much so that I had to redouble my work-rate in her cunt to start the climb back up again.

"Her daughter isn't much better either; I took all those fertility drugs for her seventeen years ago, I gave up seven eggs for her just so that she could have her son, and as soon as she was happy she stopped me even visiting my own son, do you know I have six daughters running around out there as well?" I was just at the point of no return; the spunk was rising up from my balls, ready to boil over and into her cunt again.

"I'll bet that you didn't even know that you have six sisters running around town did you?"

It was too late, I exploded into her just as the realisation hit me that if she donated her egg to my mother, then in reality she was my biological mother and I had just dumped a third load of seed up into her body.

"So, who's my father?"

"The only man I've ever loved!"

"WHO?"

"MY Brother!"

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