Aunt Wolfy

"What a waste of a summer," I grumbled to myself.

I was in my car, driving to my Aunt Winifred's house. At 18 years of age and newly graduated, I was anxious to spend my summer blowing through my graduation money, lounging around the house, and hanging out with my friends before we all went off to college, but, unfortunately, my mom had other plans. She wanted to get me out of the house for an entire month, no doubt to make sure my bedroom would be able to be repurposed into either a crafts room, or a man cave for my dad.

So, they arranged for me to spend the entire month of June at my mom's younger sister's house. She lived all by herself in a nice community, and my mom told her that it would be nice for her to have a strong, young man in the house to keep it looking nice and to make her feel safe; she thought that it wasn't right for a woman to be by herself, when she could be robbed, raped, killed, or possibly all three. I'd pretty much be spending my time doing chores and keeping creeps away.

As I neared her home, I thought of my childhood memories of Aunt Winifred. She was that crazy aunt that every family has, the one that goes through men like tissues. She'd had four husbands, and an endless procession of boyfriends, all of whom, at one point or another, I had called uncle. My least favorite had been Uncle Travis, her second husband, who came straight out of a trailer park; I didn't miss his shifty eyes, his tobacco breath, and his frequent visits to jail. The Uncle I missed the most was Uncle Eddie, one of her boyfriends who loved taking me and my siblings and cousins out to the park, buying us great gifts, and telling us great bedtime stories.

The one thing that I remembered the most about my visits to Aunt Winifred's house was something that I never realized until I got a bit older: Aunt Winifred was a sex maniac.

Granted, it was one of the worst-kept secrets in our family, but it was one that I had apparently learned as soon as I was old enough to know about sex. Every so often, when my parents sent me to visit her children for sleepovers, I would hear moaning and screaming from down the hall. I remember thinking that whenever she screamed "Fuck me", that it was the name of some game that she was playing in her bedroom, like Red Rover. A funny nickname was circulated between my cousins and siblings who were aware of Aunt Winnie's penchant for being a howler in the sack: Aunt Wolfy. I was tickled when I heard the nickname being used by some of my other aunts and uncles.

Now, at the age of 45, she lived by herself; her children had all moved out, she never got remarried, and she could barely hold down a man...that last statement put a very interesting image in my head. I was just hoping that she wouldn't be shacking up with any guys in there. I warned my mom that if she had one of her sex friends in the house, I was out of there faster than a rabbi at an all-you-can-eat shellfish buffet.

I pulled into the driveway of her home, a large, two-story house that she had lived in for the last 21 years. I heaved a sigh as I unloaded my bags and walked up to the front door. She appeared at the door, holding a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade and looking a bit disheveled, but otherwise amazing.

My aunt had wavy brown hair with a few strands of gray that fell gracefully to her shoulders, and a face with barely any wrinkles or crow's feet. Clad in a floral-patterned sundress, her curvaceous body was well-displayed to me. She had nice, slim hips, toned arms and legs, and two lovely breasts that hung gracefully from her chest. It was only for a few seconds, but I noticed the two hard pegs poking through the bustline of her dress. My mind automatically said, "She really must have the AC cranked up in the house."

"Sammy!" she yelled exuberantly. "My, you've grown like a weed!" She opened her arms wide, and I walked towards her to give her a big hug, trying not to think about her hard nipples poking me in the chest. "Looks like you're all mine for the summer, huh?"

"It's just for a month, Aunt Winnie," I told her.

"Of course, of course," she said with a smile. "Come on inside here, boy."

Aunt Winnie led me into the house, which was extremely untidy. In every room I could see tons of half-empty bottles and cups of liquor, lots of boxes, various magazines, and pieces of mail. Aunt Winnie explained that even though she was very well off - thanks to a sizeable inheritance from my grandparents, and money she had gained from some of her past divorces – she wasn't a really organized person. She didn't know how to cook, and had no motivation whatsoever to keep her house clean. To her credit, she paid some a lawn service to maintain her lawn for an entire year, and had hired an accountant to pay her bills, but, hadn't bothered to hire a housekeeper or cleaning service to keep her home in order for her. She told me that she'd try to arrange for her home to be cleaned, but was extremely forgetful, so she never followed through; my mom explained in the past that this was due to her either being drunk, asleep, or in bed with some guy.

Aunt Winnie led me upstairs to a room that once belonged to my cousin Todd. She told me that he had moved out years ago, and seldom visited; all of his childhood belongings had been packed into numerous boxes. The only furniture in the room was a bed, a desk, and an office chair.

"I hope this room is okay," she said. "One of your jobs will be to ship all of this shit to your cousin. I have his address...somewhere."

"It's okay," I told her. "I can call and ask him."

"That's good, because, apparently, I'm not one of his favorite people right now. I think he's mad because I got a bit friendly with one of his friends from college a few years ago."

"How sad," I said flatly.

"Well, let me lay down some ground rules. First, you feed yourself."

"That's okay," I assured her. "I can cook."

"Good," she said. "Your mom told me that she gave you $500 for food money, but if you can whip up some good meals for the both of us, I'll spot you some cash. Second, I don't care if you drink or smoke weed, but make sure you don't leave the house when you're drunk or high. I will disavow any knowledge of your activities if you get arrested."

I couldn't help but smile, "I don't smoke weed, but I will admit to kicking back a drink or two."

"Good," Aunt Winnie said, pinching my cheek. "Lastly, I know your mom said that all you'd be doing is helping me out around the house, but I'm...cool." To my surprise, she didn't sound uncool when she said it. "Just clean one room of the house each day, and you can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you want. By my math, you should be done in about ten days."

"Fine with me."

After I settled into my room, I started off my labor by loading all of Cousin Todd's boxes into my car and taking them to the UPS store to be shipped, and then stopped at Subway for some lunch. When I got back to the house, I vacuumed, dusted, and cleaned the bedroom and bathroom, which helped me get done with room number one on my very first day.

It was only three in the afternoon, but I was already tired and hungry. I decided to take a nap, and then look for dinner after I woke up. It seemed that I only closed my eyes for a few seconds before I heard the screaming.

I sat up in the bed, seeing from the clock that I had only been asleep for little over half an hour. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stumbled out of bed and exited the room. Creeping down the hall, I could hear Aunt Winnie's moaning, even though I stood a few feet away from the door of the master bedroom. The sound filled me with an odd mixture of nostalgia and lust. When the noise died down, I quietly turned the other way and went back to bed, betting to myself that it wouldn't be long before whatever guy was inside would be doing the walk of shame to the front door.

The next time I woke up, it was a little before 7 PM. I was hungry as hell, so I got up and went downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I saw the overflowing trash cans, mountains of dishes, and uneaten food that sat all over the countertops and floors.

There was no way in hell that I would be able to cook a palatable meal in this warzone. I silently thanked God for the $500 my mom had given me for food, and then ordered some Pizza Hut on my smartphone. While waiting for my pizza, I decided to start cleaning up the kitchen, hoping that I wouldn't lose my appetite in the process.

During the 20 minutes it took me to wait for my food, I was able to fill several trash bags with rotten food and empty takeout containers, and get some dishes into the dishwasher. While I dragged the trash bags to the curb, I noticed that the only car in the driveway was mine, which meant that either Aunt Winnie's fuck buddy hadn't driven here, or she was up there by herself. I ran both scenarios in my head, which got me extremely hard.

My pizza arrived a few minutes later, so I ate it in the den, enjoying Aunt Winnie's unlimited cable channels and free beer. About ten minutes later, I saw Aunt Winnie walk into the kitchen, wearing naught but a sky blue silk nightie that terminated right above her knees. I enjoyed the mild look of shock on her face at the sight of her cleaner kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked into the den. I tried my best to keep my staring to a minimum.

"I like what you've done to the kitchen. Maybe it will be fit for human use soon," she said.

"Thanks," I replied. "I got a bit done before the pizza showed up, but I'll do the rest after I eat."

"No, you've done enough today; I saw what you did to Todd's old room. Good job. Take the rest of the night off and start fresh tomorrow. You mind if I have some of your pizza?"

"Help yourself."

She strutted over to the coffee table where the pizza box sat. Try as might, I couldn't help but watch her swaying hips and backside as she walked. Every feminine curve she had was rippling through the fabric of her nightie, ripe for my viewing entertainment. She bent down over the open box as she grabbed a slice, and I was treated to a view of her unbound breasts. In the dim light of the room, I could still make out her hard nipples, reminding me of those miniature chocolate marshmallows that go into hot cocoa.

I was hoping that she would eat the food on her way back up to her room, but, instead, she plopped herself down beside me on the couch. She smelled of body odor and perfume, but I still found her sexy. From the corner of my eye, I saw some of the toppings fall off of her pizza and into her cleavage.

"Yikes," she said, reaching into her nightgown and pulling out some olives and pepperoni. "I should have gotten a plate."

"It's okay; I'll be cleaning this room tomorrow."

We spent the better part of an hour watching television, conversing, and eating one of the two pizzas. The whole time we were talking, I was trying to either keep my eyes on her face, or the television. At around 9 AM, I got up from the couch and gave a stretch and a yawn.

"Okay, Aunt Winnie. I'm going to call it a night."

"Okay, sweetie," Aunt Winnie delivered a playful slap to my rear as I walked past her on my way out. "Good job today. At the rate you're going, you'll be done cleaning in no time."

I packed the rest of the pizza away in a Ziploc bag and put it in the fridge, intending on eating it for breakfast tomorrow. I was so glad that I was able to reach the stairs before getting a full-on erection. Before I turned in, I walked rapidly down the hall and peeked into her room. Flicking the lights on, I saw the messy bedroom was completely empty. After seeing a large purple vibrator lying on the bed, I concluded that there had been no one else in the room.

The next three days were pretty standard; I woke up, cleaned a part of the house, and then spent the rest of the day either watching television or jogging. I had cleaned three of the four bedrooms and the kitchen. I often glanced at the pool area, where the swimming pool was green and full of dead leaves, and the surrounding area was littered with ashtrays, garbage, and various articles of male and female clothing; that would be last on my list.

The whole time that I was there, my interactions with Aunt Winnie were pretty minimal. She had a very erratic sleeping schedule, so her days kind of ran together. I'd only see her when she came downstairs to get something to eat or drink, and I always heard her when she masturbated. It was hard for me to sleep, eat, or work, when I heard her loud cries piercing the air. I kept telling myself that I should just pack my bags and get the hell out of the house, but I stayed, and not because my mom told me so.

She didn't even seem to even acknowledge the fact that I could hear her; she never waited until I left the house, or even when I was sleeping. That, and the fact that she was always walking around with barely any clothes on, were making me very pent-up, sexually. It would be very awkward indeed when the time came to clean her room.

Thursday, I had gotten up at around 10 AM that morning. I didn't bother to shower, seeing that I wasn't going work up a sweat today, and I wasn't planning leave the house. I spent about three hours cleaning the den and the living room; I dusted and vacuumed the furniture, moved it, and vacuumed the entire floor. After taking more trash to the curb, I made some lunch, and then decided to take another nap. Not bothering to shower, I let my sweaty, stinky body collapse onto the bed and then I quickly fell asleep.

"OH, FUCK! FUCK YEAH!"

Begrudgingly, I cracked an eye open to see the digital alarm clock on my bedside table reading 2:13 PM. How could she be masturbating in the middle of the day? Daily, I fought the urge to pull up some porn on my laptop, hoping that Aunt Winnie wouldn't hear me, while she was getting herself off, uncaring of my presence.

Angrily, I arose from my bed, my dick rigid and pulsating. I was already pent-up, since I had no current girlfriend and hadn't gotten any pussy since the post-graduation party at Brent Holloway's house. I was having the best wet dream about that night, the night that I had Jessica Lange on her back in Brent's basement, but my aunt woke me up before the good part.

I quickly got out of bed and exited the bedroom. With my ears burning and my heart pounding within my chest, I walked towards the master bedroom, unsure of exactly what I was planning to do. I just know that I had to give Aunt Winnie a piece of my mind, and possibly something else.

Not bothering to knock, I grabbed the doorknob and let myself in. Aunt Winnie was lying on her back on top of the bed, her body completely devoid of clothing. Though it was a sunny day outside, all the curtains were drawn, leaving the room dimly lit. Still, I could see her body very well. The round, fulsome breasts that I had dreamed of sat on her chest, her taut abdomen didn't show any hint of fat or sagging, despite the fact that she never worked out.

The thing that surprised me the most was the large triangle of curly brown hair between her thighs. I'd seen a lot of pussy in my life, but the last time I saw a bush like hers was when I found one of my dad's old porn videos from the 70s. Now, I had another reason to call her Aunt Wolfy.

Planted firmly inside of her twat was the same purple vibrator I had glimpsed earlier. My nose was assaulted by the smell of pussy and stuffy bedroom, which, for some reason, made me even hornier. Aunt Winnie gave a yelp and sat up in the bed, neglecting to remove the still-humming vibrator from her crotch.

"Sammy, what the fuck are you doing here?" Aunt Winnie asked me, her voice full of shock and anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" I asked. "What the fuck is wrong with YOU?!? You walk around half naked and spend all day playing with your pussy, and you don't even bother to wait until I'm out of the house!"

"The fuck you want me to do about it? This is my house!"

"Shut the fuck up," I growled.

I quickly unbuttoned my shorts and yanked down my pants and underwear. Though I was still angry and horny, I was somewhat amused and surprised that Aunt Winnie was staring goggle-eyed at my dick. She didn't even protest when I pulled off my shirt, making myself as naked as she was.

I leapt into the bed and quickly crawled on top of her. Aunt Winnie could barely react as I pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her full on the mouth. She didn't even try to feign any resistance, parting her lips to allow my tongue inside. I was greeted with the taste of morning breath and alcohol, but it was delicious to a sex-starved teenager like me. I opened an eye to see that hers were shut, and a dreamy expression was plastered on her face.

As her low, soft moans left her throat and filled my mouth and ears, I was in a state of internal disbelief. Oh, my god! This is really happening! I'm in bed with my aunt, and she's totally D.T.F.!

After releasing my grip on her arms, she gently slid them around my neck, holding me as we continued to kiss. I joined her moaning, savoring her lips, her tongue, and her saliva. I trailed kisses all the way to her neck, tasting her salty perspiration and inhaling the deep scent of her hair.

"Yes, Sammy," she moaned. "Oh, yes! Oh, you don't know how long it's been." Her hands roved all over my arms and back. "Damn you have a nice body. You sure have grown up nicely."

"All that hard work cleaning your house definitely helped me keep in shape, Aunt Winnie," I whispered into her ear.

"Ohhhh, I bet," she whispered back to me as she grasped my buttocks with both hands. "So tight! Oh, what a specimen you are!"

"Yeah, grab my ass, Aunt Winnie."

"Mmm, you like that, huh?" She smiled and delivered more squeezes to my butt. "You have a wonderful ass, Sammy, though, I might have to give you a spanking for using that bad language earlier."

"I want you to spank my ass, Aunt Winnie."

"Oh, fuck! God, you're making me wet."

"Really? Let me feel..."

I moved a hand down her body, sliding it along her belly until I reached the soft delta of hair that adorned her pelvis. Aunt Winnie moaned as I rubbed her nether regions, my hand getting much damper with each motion I made. When my fingers grazed the large, rubbery foreign object, still lodged inside of my aunt, I gently pulled it out and tossed it to the bedroom floor.

"Ahhhhh," she breathed. "I want you to take its place, Sammy. Be my vibrator."

I stopped kissing her neck and brought my head up so that I was looking her in the face. I watched Aunt Winnie's eyes roll and a heard a loud howl escape her lips as I slid my hot pecker into her hairy pussy. I bit my lip, trying to stave off the desire to cum. I had never expected her to be so wet already. Also, after all the years of hearing her from outside this room, I never imagined that I would be the one to make her cry out.

My hips seemed to move of their own accord, pumping my dick in and out of her body. I watched Aunt Winnie's large tits rise and fall with each deep breath she took. Her face was contorted with ecstasy as she felt me fill her cock-hungry hole.

"Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh, more, Sammy! Give me more cock!"

With a grunt, I grabbed her by the ankles and started fucking her faster. My heart leapt with excitement as I heard her screams get louder. The pain growing in my nuts made me wince, but I fought to keep my eyes open so I could savor the sight of Aunt Winnie writhing from the pleasure that I was giving her. My eyes were mesmerized by the jiggling breasts and hard nipples that I had been lusting after for so long. I let go of her ankles and roughly grabbed her chest, fondling her large melons and pinching her nipples.

"SAMMY, PLEASE! NOT MY TITS! YOU'RE....YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!"