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My Uncle Jack was my dad’s brother. When he died suddenly in a motorcycle accident, my Aunt Sylvie was left alone. A few months after Jack died Sylvie had a break in at her house. Luckily she was gone that weekend, but she felt vulnerable alone in her house after that, so dad suggested that I stay with her for a while. I was starting the last semester of my senior year of college and I was still living at home to save money. Aunt Sylvie had a big house in a town that was twenty miles closer to my school. She was happy to have me stay so a few weeks before the term started, I moved in with her.

The day I left, my dad took me aside.

“You know your uncle told me before he died that Sylvie has a problem with sleep walking,” Dad said. “Sometimes she does weird stuff, so just be on the lookout. If you find her up at night, don’t wake her. That’s very bad for someone who is sleepwalking. Just guide her back to her bed and she’ll go back to sleep. OK?”

“Sure,” I said, intrigued. “What kind of weird stuff do you mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” my dad looked away, “It probably won’t happen. Don’t worry about it.”

“Ok dad,” I said, “I’ll be on the lookout.”

I drove away and that night I was all moved in. Aunt Sylvie cooked us a delicious dinner and she kept telling me how grateful she was that I was going to be there.

“Ever since that break in I have been so nervous Darren,” she said. “A woman by herself, you never know who is watching your house. Now people know I’m not alone.”

As she talked, I couldn’t help thinking to myself that my aunt is a true MILF. She knows how to dress and she is just the kind of feminine older woman that guys my age fantasize about. At the gym where I work, there are lots of housewives and moms. Some are real MILFS and for me these types are more interesting than girls my age.

I took in her great legs and full luscious breasts. I knew it was wrong to be thinking about her this way, but I told myself she wasn’t a blood relation. She was married to my dad’s brother. But Uncle Jack is dead now. Why shouldn’t I appreciate Sylvie?

That night I went to bed at about eleven and Sylvie stayed downstairs working at some stuff at her computer. She had her hair piled up and a pair of reading glasses on and in her pencil skirt and fitted white blouse, she looked like a sexy librarian. I lay in bed thinking about her and pretty soon I had a huge boner. I tried to go to sleep, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me. In the end, I jerked off thinking about Aunt Sylvie sleepwalking and coming in my room with those big breasts poking through her robe. Pretty soon I got the relief I needed.

The first few weeks went smoothly. We got along well, but I couldn’t help wishing I could catch a glimpse of her undressing. I wanted to see those big tits, but she always kept her bedroom door closed.

One night I woke up with a start. It was 3.30am and I was wide awake. Immediately I thought about intruders. Whoever had broken in before might be back. I had a baseball bat under the bed and I slid quietly out of bed and felt for it until I grasped the handle. I was only wearing a tee shirt and jockeys, but I didn’t want to waste time getting dressed. I tiptoed to the door and opened it and then I went down the hall past Sylvie’s room. Her bedroom door was open, which was weird, but it was dark in her room and I didn’t want to wake her up and scare her.

I continued on downstairs, the bat on my shoulder, and then I heard something in the kitchen. It was dark and hard to see, so I sneaked up to the open door and peeped in. The sight I saw made me almost drop the bat. There was my aunt Sylvie in nothing but a pair of panties and a black bra, her body lit up by the open refrigerator. She was standing there in the light, with a vacant look on her face like she had come down for a glass of milk and forgot what she was doing.

I wondered if I should sneak back to bed, but as I looked at her face, I realized she was asleep. This must be what my dad had mentioned. I put down the bat and stepped into the kitchen, thinking I would guide her back to bed. I stepped carefully, not wanting to wake her, but she was totally oblivious to me.

I reached out and gently took her wrist. I drew her away from the refrigerator and closed the door and she followed me obediently upstairs to her room. As we approached her bed, I put my hands on her shoulders to guide her to the bed and suddenly she turned to face me and knelt on the floor in front of me. Before I knew what she was doing, Aunt Sylvie had slipped my jockeys down and was stroking my cock. Then she opened her mouth and began giving me head!

I was so shocked that I just stood there. I instantly got rock hard in her mouth. She didn’t know what she was doing and I wanted to stop her, but it felt so good that I couldn’t make myself push her away. She sucked me rhythmically and I just stood there the heavenly feeling of her warm wet mouth on my swollen throbbing cock. I gave in female fake taxi porno to it and soon I felt my orgasm welling up. I was going to cum hard in my aunt’s mouth and I wanted to pull out, but then the first spasm shook me and I gripped her hair and shoved deeper in. I pumped my load into her mouth, moaning loudly and gripping her thick soft hair in both hands.

“Suck that dick!” I kept moaning, unable to believe what I was saying to my sweet aunt.

When I was finished, she let my cock slide out and stood up. Her eyes were still closed, thank God, and apart from traces leaking from her mouth, she looked peacefully asleep. But then she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. My aunt Sylvie stood there baring her amazing pointy tits. Then she slid her panties down and, before I knew what she was doing, she took my hand and placed it on her clean shaven pussy. Her lips felt swollen and thick, and she was dripping wet.

“Do you like what you see Jack?” she whispered. She reached out and grabbed my cock. “It feels like you like this.”

She was right. Even though I had just had the best orgasm of my life in her mouth, the sight and feel of her naked body had made me rock hard again. She lay back on the bed, drawing me down on top of her. I couldn’t help myself. I slid my cock into her wet slit and fucked her hard and long. It was the best sex of my life, while she was completely asleep. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I pulled out and shot my load on her tits.

Then Aunt Sylvie turned over and went limp. I found a towel and wiped my cum off her body. Then I pulled the comforter over her and tiptoed back to my own room, completely blown away. My dad must have known something when he said Aunt Sylvie did “weird things” in her sleep. I wondered if he knew how outrageous Aunt Sylvie could get!

The next day I woke up early and drove to school before Aunt Sylvie was awake. I went to the library to look up sleep walking and found a book about it. There was a chapter called “Sexomnia” and as I read, I knew what I had experienced. Sexomnia is a rare form of sleepwalking. The sleeper acts out on sexual dreams. Some sexomniacs get in trouble with the law because they make advances to strangers. Others just masturbate alone, but many act out full blown fantasies of exhibitionism and S&M while they are asleep.

Later that day I went home and found Aunt Sylvie in the kitchen, drinking coffee.

“Where have you been?” she asked. “Oh just at the library,” I told her.

She acted completely normal and I breathed an inward sigh of relief. I had been nervous all day that Aunt Sylvie might somehow remember what had happened between us.

“Do you want coffee?” she asked. “Yes, I’ll get it,” I said and poured myself a cup.

My Aunt looked at me approvingly. “You look nice,” she said. “Did you get a haircut?”

I touched my hair. “No,” I said, “I must have combed it a different way.”

“It suits you,” she stood up and brought the creamer on the table. As she passed, she ran her fingers lightly through my hair. “It looks good, whatever you did.”

At dinner that night, I noticed that Aunt Sylvie was dressed extra nicely in a black sheath dress that clung to her stunning curves. I wondered if she was feeling the sexual tension. I sure was. As she stood at the sink, rinsing dishes, I wanted to kiss her neck and run my hands all over her body. I excused myself and went upstairs to take a cold shower. I just had to be in the same room with Aunt Sylvie and I was losing it. I decided to stay by myself for the rest of the night.

I lay on the bed, trying to read, but my thoughts kept running back to the night before, the shape of her breasts and the scent of her naked body. I had a raging hard on and I was thinking of jerking off when I heard a soft knock on my door. I covered my crotch with the book and tried to look casual.

“Come in,” I said.

Aunt Sylvie put her head around the door. “Hey Darren. Just wanted to peek in and see if you are ok?”

“Oh yes, just tired thanks Aunt Sylvie.”

She stepped into my room and smiled. “I was worried that my cooking might be disagreeing with you. It’s not that is it?”

“No, of course not, that was a great meal. Sorry, I just felt a little uh,” I was desperately thinking of what to say, “a little blue I guess.”

Aunt Sylvie looked concerned. She moved across the room and sat down and touched my arm. “I knew something was wrong. You know I suffer from depression ever since your uncle died. You’re not alone Darren, we all get down sometimes.”

I nodded. The nearness of her sweet scented body was overwhelming. I could smell her skin and her breasts hovered over my face. My erection was poking out the top of my shorts. The book was barely covering it. Sometimes when I’m nervous my eyes start watering and that happened now. It must have looked like tears coming down my face.

“Darren, are you crying!” Aunt genel porno Sylvie took my head in her hands and held my face against her. “There dear, don’t worry, whatever it is, it’ll be alright.”

I am 6′ 2″, 200 lbs, and definitely not the crying type, but I had to go along with it. The alternative was to drop my favorite textbook and let Aunt Sylvie see what was really up. I snuggled into her breasts, trying to make the right sounds and then I gently broke away. Aunt Sylvie looked in my eyes with a soft, pitying expression, like I was a sick puppy.

“Do you feel a little better Darren?” she asked.

“Yes thanks Aunt Sylvie, I guess I just had to get your chest. I mean get it off my chest. But it’s all good now, really!”

“I don’t want to pry Darren, I really don’t. But is it a girl?” Aunt Sylvie gave me a knowing look.

“Uh yeah… it’s a girl,” I lied through my teeth. “We uh… we broke up last week…”

“I thought so! Well let me tell you that there are lots of girls who will be lining up to date a cute guy like you. Don’t pay that girl any more attention, she’s not worth it.”

She headed for the door and I breathed a sigh of relief. On the threshold, she turned and smiled warmly at me. “I’m so glad we talked Darren, have a good night’s sleep. Everything will look better in the morning.”

She quietly closed the door and I collapsed in a heap. That night I made up my mind that I had to get my mind off Aunt Sylvie. She had been dreaming about my Uncle Jack, for God’s sake. The poor woman was missing her dead husband and I had taken advantage of her. I fell asleep with half my mind feeling really bad about my actions, and the other half still lusting after Aunt Sylvie.

I was having a sex dream in which Aunt Sylvie came in my room naked. In the dream she slid her wet slit over my erect cock and rode me while I slept. I came back to consciousness, but the feelings got stronger and then I realized it was no dream. Aunt Sylvie was on top of me, naked. Her beautiful big tits were in front of my face and I was thrusting up into her in my sleep. Her face had the same blank expression as she did the previous night, so I knew she was asleep, but then she spoke.

“Do you like my body Jack?”

She ran her hands over her stiff nipples and brushed her breasts against me as she slid up and down my pole. Her big globes were in my face and her hot scent was all over me. “Cum in me Jack,” she whispered in my ear, “shoot your hot cum in my tight pussy.” I had never had a girlfriend who talked dirty like this during sex. It turned me on so much that I grabbed Aunt Sylvie’s soft ass and thrust up into her until I ejaculated deep inside her. As I moaned in orgasm, she moaned too and I felt a flood of sticky juice. She held me tight as she had her orgasm and then she went limp and passed out. I laid her gently down beside me.

Somehow I had to get Aunt Sylvie back to her room before she woke up and found herself naked in my bed. I pulled on some jeans and bent over my sleeping aunt. As gently as I could I raised her head off the bed and put her limp arm around my shoulder. Then I swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood her on her feet. At first, her legs didn’t hold her, but then she put one foot in front of the other, and started walking.

We made it down the hall to her room and I helped her lay down. She was still completely naked and I stood looking at her body before I pulled the sheet up over her. A few minutes ago I had wanted nothing but to get her back in her own bed, but now that she was there, I had a strong urge to lie down beside her. Finally, I tore myself away and went back to my room.

Laying there in the dark, the sheets still smelled of her and I got hard again thinking about what just happened. I wanted to make love to Aunt Sylvie when she was awake. I knew she was dreaming about Uncle Jack and using me as a substitute, but I felt like there was more to it. Since the first time, she had been acting different towards me, complementing me on my appearance and getting closer to me more than before. Nothing inappropriate, Aunt Sylvie is a classy lady. But I had read the magazine articles about how to tell if a woman likes you and these are things they mentioned.

I decided to see if she acted any more friendly the next day. It was a Saturday and Sylvie slept late. About 10.30 I heard the shower running and about an hour later she came down all dressed for the gym. She drank coffee and had some toast and acted completely normal. There was no sign she had any idea of what had happened the previous night.

She left for the gym and I mowed the lawn. Then I made some lunch and sat around wondering how to test if my Aunt Sylvie liked me. I finally came up with an idea. I remembered what the book in the library had said about sexual fantasies. I went to the bookstore and bought a book of erotic stories called “Please Sir”. What I liked was the cover. It was a tasteful, black and white picture glory hole secrets porno of a dark haired, dark eyed woman. She wore a thin black leather slave collar with a ring in it, and a tight black bodice that showed off her breasts but the picture was tasteful; erotic, but not too explicit.

I also bought two books for one of my English classes, and left the bag on the coffee table with some other newly purchased items — shaving cream and a few pairs of socks. It was like I brought in my shopping and forgot where I left it. That night after Sylvie came home, we made dinner together and then I went up to my room, leaving the packages on the table. I knew Sylvie would go in there to work on her computer later and I wanted to see what she would do.

Sylvie never mentioned the packages the next day, but they were stacked neatly on the bottom stair, like “here’s your stuff.” I took it upstairs without mentioning it and she never mentioned it either. Then I waited to see what happened. My feeling was that if Sylvie was feeling the sexual vibrations between us, she would recognize that the book was a message to her.

That week, there was no change in Sylvie’s behavior. By the time I came home Friday night, I had almost given up on my fantasies. Then I saw the dining room was lit with a subdued light. I looked inside and saw candles on the table.

“Pour yourself a glass of wine Darren,” Sylvie called down, “I made dinner for us. I’ll be down in a minute.”

I found a nice bottle of Merlot open on the table and poured myself a glass. After about twenty minutes, I heard Sylvie’s heels on the stairs. She walked into the kitchen in the tight black sheath dress she had worn on another occasion. This time, she wore heels and black stockings and a thin black satin ribbon around her neck.

We ate the tenderloin with asparagus and little potatoes. We drank the wine and made polite conversation. I kept glancing at the ribbon. Finally I made a comment.

“That’s a pretty neck thing you’re wearing,” I said.

Sylvie’s hand went to her neck. “Oh this?” she said, smiling, “Thank you. I used to wear more things like this when Jack was alive.”

“Oh yes?” I said, “What do you mean like this?”

“Oh, you know necklaces and… that kind of thing.”

We finished the wine and I helped Sylvie clear the dishes and stack them in the dishwasher. Then she said she was going to bed. “I’m a little tipsy,” she giggled as she swayed past me. She put her hand on my shoulder to steady her self and then kissed me on the cheek. “Goodnight Darren,” she said, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

I put my hands on her waist and kissed her lightly. “That was a delicious meal, Aunt Sylvie, you really take care of me and I appreciate it.” She was so close, and our eyes met. “You know, I have to say, my Uncle was a very lucky man.”

She flushed and I could see the redness moving down her neck to the tops of her breasts. “That’s nice Darren, you are so sweet to me. I really must go to bed.” But she didn’t make any move to leave the room.

“What else did you and Uncle Jack like to do?” I asked innocently.

“Well, since you ask, you know the books you bought yesterday?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Well I couldn’t help but notice the cover of one book had a woman in a rather cute outfit. That was the type of thing your Uncle Jack liked me to wear.”

“Oh wow,” I said, “You mean corsets and stockings? You must look incredibly sexy in that. I wish I could have seen you.”

“Oh thank you Darren” she said, blushing, “That’s sweet of you, but I know you’re just being kind. I must seem ancient to you.”

I saw my opening. “Actually, Aunt Sylvie, since we are being honest about our feelings, I have to tell you it’s hard for me to hide the effect you have on me. When you came in my room that night to see what was wrong, I lied about the girlfriend. I couldn’t stay downstairs with you in case you noticed how… excited I was getting.”

Aunt Sylvie was looking into my eyes. “Are you serious Darren?” she said, “I don’t know what to say, you’re my nephew.”

“I know,” I said, “It seems wrong, but we are not related by blood and I find you so incredibly sexy. I can’t help it. I promise I won’t bring it up again, but when you mentioned the outfits you wore for Uncle Jack you got me all hot and bothered.

“Well actually I am wearing something under my dress,” Aunt Sylvie said. “You know your uncle Jack was a take-charge kind of man and I miss him so much, but you remind me of him, when he was younger of course.”

“Aunt Sylvie,” my tone was changing as I spoke and my voice became hard and commanding, “take that dress off. Strip for me now and show me what you have on underneath.”

Aunt Sylvie dropped her eyes and said, “Well I don’t know if I should Darren, you are my nephew…”

“Do as I say,” I said evenly, “take that dress off now!”

Aunt Sylvie bowed her head. “Yes Darren!” she whispered.

She unzipped the dress down the back and let it fall. Underneath she had on a black platform bra and a black cincher with suspenders holding up long black stockings. A tiny thong finished off her outfit to perfection. She turned her body to me seductively.

“Do you like my outfit Darren?” she whispered.

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