My Cool Stepaunt Makes Me a Man on New Years Eve – Slimthick Vic – MyPervyFamily

The clock struck midnight, the final chimes of the new year echoing through the house. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing through my mind. It had been another lousy Christmas and New Year’s Eve, spent alone with nothing but reruns and junk food to keep me company. That is, until I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

“Come in,” I said, sitting up in bed. The door creaked open, and in walked my step-aunt, a sultry smile on her face. She was a stunning woman, with huge, natural breasts that strained against the fabric of her tight dress. Her hair was a cascade of blonde curls, and her legs went on for miles.

“What are you doing up so late?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes from wandering over her body.

She sauntered over to my bed, her hips swaying with each step. “I couldn’t sleep,” she purred, sitting down beside me. “I kept thinking about how lonely you must be, spending the holidays all alone.”

I felt my face flush, suddenly very aware of the growing bulge in my pajama pants. “I’m fine,” I mumbled, unable to meet her gaze.

She reached out and touched my knee, her fingers trailing up my thigh. “You don’t have to be,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “Not anymore.”

Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and insistent against mine. I hesitated for a moment, my mind reeling, before melting into the kiss. Her tongue explore my mouth, and I felt my body respond, my cock straining against my pants.

She broke the kiss, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Is this okay?” she asked, her hand cupping the bulge in my pants.

I nodded, unable to speak. She smiled and trailed her fingers along the waistband of my pants. “Good,” she breathed, and tugged my pants down, freeing my hard cock.

I gasped as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, her fingers smooth and warm. She began to stroke me, her hand moving up and down, her thumb teasing the head of my cock. I gaped at the ceiling, my hips bucking up to meet her hand.

Suddenly, she stopped, and I whimpered at the loss. She stood up and slowly undid the straps of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing a lacy black bra and panties, her breasts spilling out of the cups.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips, and leaned down to kiss me again. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I reached up to cup them, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

She moaned into my mouth, her hips grinding against mine. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties, and I reached down to tug them aside.

She gasped as my fingers found her wet slit, and she began to rock against my hand, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. I teased her clit, circling it with my fingers, and she threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips.

“Oh god,” she gasped, her hips moving faster. “Don’t stop.”

I continued to rub her clit, my other hand reaching up to undo her bra. Her breasts spilled out, and I leaned forward to take a nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking at the hard bud.

She cried out, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I thrust two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot.

She came with a scream, her pussy spasming around my fingers, her juices coating my hand. I continued to stroke her, drawing out her orgasm, until she collapsed on top of me, panting and spent.

I lay there, my cock still hard and throbbing, waiting for her to recover. She looked up at me, a lazy smile on her face, and rolled over onto her back.

“Your turn,” she panted, spreading her legs.

I didn’t hesitate, climbing between her thighs and positioning myself at her entrance. I paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her wet heat against the head of my cock.

Then, with one smooth thrust, I was inside her, buried to the hilt. She arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips.

I began to move, my hips snapping against hers, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. She reached up, her nails digging into my back, urging me on.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls growing with each thrust. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth.

She broke the kiss, panting heavily. “Come for me,” she gasped. “I want to feel you.”

With a final, deep thrust, I came, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with my seed. She clenched around me, milking me dry, her own orgasm crashing over her.

We lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before she kissed me softly and climbed off of me, grabbing her dress.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she purred, giving me a wink before slipping out of the room.

I lay in bed, my mind reeling, my body still tingling from our encounter. I knew things would be different now, that nothing would ever be the same.

As I drifted off to sleep, a smile on my face, I couldn’t wait to see what the new year would bring.