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The usual disclaimers apply. All characters are fictitious and over age 18.
I have a niece, Noelle, on my wife’s side of the family with whom I am obsessed.
Why am I obsessed with her?
She’s very pretty; blue eyes, brunette hair, shoulder length, great smile. She is in her late forties, so she’s an adult, and to be blunt, she’s a MILF.
My wife loves her, too. For many reasons.
She’s divorced with a couple of teenage daughters. We’ve always had a good relationship with her, and she’s always welcomed us with open arms, including our kids when we all visit.
She’s divorced because she had an affair and got caught. I found that totally surprising, but also a bit of a turn-on. So did my wife. Noelle had, and perhaps has, needs that were not being fulfilled, and she acted on those needs. All the more surprising because she comes from a strict, god-fearing, church-going upbringing. She’s wholesome, but she obviously has a bit of a wild side that succumbed to her carnal needs.
When we’ve visited over the last few years, she’s made a habit of setting up a get-together with us at a local bar. She likes to drink, and so do we. Not to excess, but enough to get pretty loose.
I stated she’s a MILF. She’s medium height, maybe five-six or five-seven, and maybe 145 or 150 lbs. Not some winsome waif, but bordering on a thicc girl. My obsession is this: She has incredibly large, natural boobs. INCREDIBLY large. My guess is her bra size is 38J or K, and that might be underestimating. Her breasts are astounding. When I’m in her presence, I have to consciously look at her eyes or smile to not get busted for staring at her breasts.
My wife always knows I’m stealing peeks at Noelle’s boobs. She gets aroused knowing I’m aroused by Noelle’s big boobs.
In the past, Noelle rarely wore open-neck shirts or sweaters so that she doesn’t expose two things: Her immense cleavage, and a scar from an open-heart surgery she had as a child.
Since her divorce, Noelle has begun to wear tops that expose more of her chest, much to my delight. I love to get lost in studying her cleavage, although I need to be discreet as we are usually out together — her, her friends, my wife, and me.
Most recently, we were at the usual bar, which is conveniently adjacent to the hotel we stay at while visiting. It started out with five of us: my niece, two of her friends, my wife, and myself.
The night wore on, and the drinks flowed. My wife was the first to fall. She had enough beers and decided to go to our room. As she kissed me good night, she whispered in my ear, “I want to hear every little detail in the morning.” And she went to bed.
Noelle commented, “Is she OK?”
I responded, “She’s fine. She’s had her limit and she’ll be asleep in ten minutes.”
We all laughed.
It was true, she would be asleep in a short time, but I’ll admit here that my wife and I have a bit of a kink about busty younger women. She’d be asleep after she rubbed out a nice orgasm. More on that later.
A short while later Noelle’s friends decided to call it a night, as they had to work in the morning, so we all hugged and said our goodbyes and it was down to just me and my niece.
I could not help but to look at her breasts, as I’d had a few and my eyes began to wander.
Noelle looked at me, smiled and said with a husky tone, “See something you like, Rob?”
Of course, my eyes snapped up to hers. I smiled sheepishly, and quietly said, “To be honest, yes.”
Noelle blushed, and grinned widely. “Men! You’re all alike. They’re just boobs, for Pete’s sake.”
I saw this as a huge opportunity and said quietly, with sincerity, “No, they are not JUST boobs. They are gorgeous, beautiful, big, fleshy orbs that you should be proud of and happy that they have my attention.” I was looking in her eyes at this point.
She smiled, blushed again, and said quietly, “I am proud of them. They get me lots of attention, some appreciated, but much of it not.”
I smirked and asked, “Do you appreciate my attention?”
She blushed a deeper shade of red, looked down before she looked up at me and said, “Yes, very much so.”
I smiled and unconsciously licked my lips. “Tell me, how big are they?” I quietly asked.
Noelle blushed again, not as red as before, and gave a little eye roll. “I wear a custom-made 38L bra, if you must know.” she whispered, now with a sweet smile.
I shifted in my seat to give my manhood some breathing room.
Noelle took note, leaned in, and said in a hushed tone, “Are you hard?”
I looked into her eyes and said, “What if I am?” with a lecherous smile.
She squirmed in her seat and whispered, “Because knowing you’re hard will make me wetter than I already am.”
I stared into her eyes and said, “Yes, I’m hard. Rock hard.”
Noelle gasped and one of her hands dropped to her lap. I knew it wasn’t going to remain idle there.
I quietly admonished her, “Keep your hands on the table.”
She giggled and her hands were immediately folded in front of bursa escort her on the table.
“A custom-made 38L bra, huh? So that would say that your measurement around the tips of your nipples is….”
Noelle smiled and giggled as she jumped in and quietly answered, “Fifty inches.”
“Where do you have these custom bras made?” I could not resist needling her about her breasts. She seemed to be enjoying it, and her nipples were hardening, and I speculated that her panties were soaked through at this point.
Noelle giggled again, “Why so interested in this?” She shook her head. “There’s a lady a couple of towns over that specializes in custom lingerie. She takes care of me, and her prices are very reasonable, way cheaper than what I find online.”
I smiled. “I’m interested because your gorgeous breasts fascinate me.”
She looked me in the eyes and grinned an evil grin.
“Well, sweetheart, what should we do? After all, we can’t sit here with you gushing into your panties and me tenting my shorts.” I teased in a low, husky tone.
She covered her mouth as she moaned.
I wanted to get her a little more wound up before either of us made a move. She needed to be beyond the point where one of her dildos or vibrators could sate her later tonight.
I leaned in, smiled lewdly, and just above a whisper asked, “When’s the last time you got laid, I mean, really laid, by a caring lover who made sure you got off hard and good and multiple times?”
She looked at me with big eyes and moaned again. Her hand dropped into her lap again.
I could see desire in her eyes. “Hands on the table. Answer my question.” I commanded.
She stared deep into my eyes and answered, “Honestly, never. No guy has ever cared about my needs or given me a climax to remember, much less more than one.”
I tried to keep my facial expression even. “So, no man has ever taken care of your needs?”
Her face took on a pleading look. “Rob, look, I’ve had these boobs since I was a teen.”
I interrupted, “No, those boobs of yours are way bigger than when you were a teen.”
She smiled. “Ok, yeah, but I’ve had very big boobs since I was a teen, and any guy I’ve been with in bed, and that’s not many, has never been able to focus on anything other than my big boobs and his orgasm. That’s it.”
I looked at her quizzically. “Even your ex?” I asked.
She looked down, “Especially my ex. That’s why I went looking.”
I looked up at her sympathetically. “Did you get what you needed.”
Noelle looked down and I could see tears in her eyes, “No.” she said quietly. “And it cost me my marriage.” she added with much melancholy.
After a long silence, I looked up at her, deep in her eyes, and said, “I’m so sorry. You deserve so much more.” I gently wiped her tears away.
Noelle smiled and quietly said, “Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
There was a longer silence until Noelle asked, “How do I find someone who will be more than a two-pump chump?”
I snickered as I looked at her. I mouthed “Two pump chump?” before I laughed softly.
She giggled, “Yes! They see the big tits, grope a little, maybe suck a little, get inside, and in a minute, they’re blowing their loads! That’s how I got pregnant twice.”
All I could say was, “Really?”
She nodded. “Yes, they’re all farm boys. That’s all they know how to do. It’s not about love or anything, it’s about them getting off and making babies.”
I sighed, “Holy shit.”
She looked down, and then said with a giggle, “My panties are still wet, you know.”
I looked up at her and said with a sparkle in my eye, “Well, I’m still pretty hard. Would you like to learn how a good lover can make you feel?”
Noelle’s eyes lit up, “Yes. Yes, I would. Can you — would you — could you show me? But what about Aunt Joan?”
I smiled broadly and said, “Don’t worry about Aunt Joan. Yes, I’ll show you. Are your kids home?”
She smiled even broader, “Nope, with their dad.”
I smirked, “Drive us to your place and promise to have me back here by 4am.”
Noelle gasped, “4am? You’re going to fuck me for six hours?”
I looked her in the eyes and responded, “No, I’m going to make love to you for six hours and you’re going to be fully satisfied.”
We paid our bar tab and she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to her pickup truck.
It was perhaps a fifteen-minute drive to her house, but it was long enough for me to stoke her fires beyond dirty talking.
I reached into her jeans as we drove and began to massage her pussy.
“OH MY GOD, ROB! I’m going to drive into a ditch.”
“Focus on the road and I’ll do the work.” I snaked a finger inside her and gently stroked it in and out, coming close to but not touching her clit.
Noelle was gasping as we drove.
“Breathe deep and focus on the road.” I repeated. Then, I worked my hand up under her bra and found her nipple. It was large and plump and ready to be pinched. And I did.
She shrieked and bursa eskort tapped the brakes. “OH MY GOD ROB STOP…DON’T STOP!”
I continued to gently pinch her huge nipple, and massage her areola.
Her moans were loud and guttural. She pleaded, “PLEASE, DON’T STOP”
I whispered to her, “How wet are you now, babe?”
She groaned, “Drenched. My jeans are soaked. There’s going to be a stain on the seat tomorrow.”
I purred in her ear, “Good. Remember this every time you look at that stain.”
She groaned again.
I asked, “How much further to your place?”
She gasped, “Only five minutes. Please finger me again.”
I thought to myself, ‘Perfect. Just enough time to get her off.’
I slipped a finger back inside her, and curled it up to find her g-spot.
Noelle’s gasping told me I’d found her promised land. I kept tapping and rubbing it, enjoying how her breathing was getting faster and shallower as she approached her orgasm.
She screamed, “I don’t know what’s happening, but my whole body is buzzing!”
I smiled and said quietly, “You’re about to experience your first real orgasm, and it’s going to be very nice. You might want to stop here.”
She jammed the brakes as her body went rigid and her pussy spasmed on my fingers. Her cum gushed out on my hand and the seat below her. Her gasping and shrieking were deafening inside the truck.
“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!” she gasped out. “I’ve never, ever cum like that! My jeans are drenched; the car is soaked from my…is this pee?” she asked.
I snickered, “No, honey, it’s your squirt. It’s different than pee, not as nasty. My hand is covered in it.” and I licked my fingers. “Want to taste yourself?”
She giggled and grabbed my hand and shoved my fingers in her mouth. She licked and sucked hungrily, moaning.
“So yummy! I love how you made me do this.”
I smiled and said huskily, “And we’re just barely getting started.”
We drove the remaining distance to her house. Noelle rolled a couple of windows down a little to help the car seat dry, but it was definitely going to leave a stain.
“C’mon, let’s go!” she chirped. “We have some important lovemaking to do!”
We ran out of the truck and into the house.
Noelle stopped and grabbed me, hugging me close, and gave me a deep, passionate kiss, using her tongue to feel all of my tongue and mouth.
She broke the kiss, grabbed my hand, and said, “This way to my boudoir, lover.” in a very sexy, throaty voice.
I pushed her down onto her bed and fell on her, smashing her huge boobs against me.
We kissed, writhed, groped, sucked, and nibbled for quite a while. I was rubbing her pussy through her wet jeans and she was rubbing my cock though mine.
I pushed off her and began to remove her clothes, and she in turn began to remove mine. In an instant, we were both naked.
The only light in the room was moonlight coming through the bedroom window. We reveled in the sight of each other’s nakedness in the moonlit shadows.
Noelle’s moonlit profile was even more arousing as her breasts jutted outward and her hard nipples rose prominently above.
My cock pulsed as I took in the sights.
She was transfixed by my very hard, thick eight-inch cock. “I’ve never seen a cock this big or this hard!” she whispered.
I was completely mesmerized by her huge, beautiful breasts. I gently reached for them. I had to feel the flesh in my hands.
Noelle’s hand met mind and guided my palm over her nipple and areola.
Despite my large hands, I could not cover her areola. It was huge, and such a turn-on. I gently rubbed my palm against her erect nipples in gentle circles.
Noelle moaned and breathed, “Oh, God, that feels so good. Don’t stop…please!”
I didn’t stop, and placed my other hand on her other nipple and did the same thing. My fingers pressed the spongy flesh all around her nipples.
Noelle’s breathing was moving towards gasps.
“How does that feel, Noelle? Tell me.”
“Oh, Rob, that feels so fucking good! My pussy is gushing and tingling. Soooo gooood.” she gasped.
I wanted to keep going to see if I could get her to orgasm just from playing with her nipples — a nipplegasm — which I had success with other young women, not to mention my wife.
Noelle’s moans became louder and more rhythmic.
I took that as a signal to lean in and suckle one of her nipples.
She whimpered when I removed my hand, then gasped as my lips latched on to her nipple. I worked to get as much of her huge areola into my mouth, knowing it was a very sensitive erogenous zone.
“Oh, Rob, what are you doing?” she whispered.
I said nothing and kept suckling her. I wanted to make her come. I sucked her entire nipple and areola deep into my mouth and pressed the nipple against the roof of my mouth with my tongue.
Noelle grabbed the back of my head and clasped it to her breast. “Oh, Rob, don’t stop, keep suckling me. Don’t stop.” she pleaded between gasps.
I kept going, sucking hard on that delicious teat. My busy hand felt her other nipple harden even more. I grabbed it and rolled it between my finger and thumb, then pinched it; first gently, then more firmly.
Noelle gasped in my ear, “Harder, pinch harder. I’m gonna cum.”
That was all I needed to hear. I twisted that nipple around and sucked the other one as hard as I could trying to send her over the edge.
A few more suckles and twists and it happened.
Noelle stopped breathing, her body spasmed and went rigid. Then she shrieked and began to gasp for air.
I didn’t let up on my twisting or sucking. I kept pushing her along.
“Omigod, omigod, omigod, oh, oh, oh, omigod….what have you done to me? I’m cumming…cumming….cumming….again….again….again!
Noelle’s breathing was erratic and almost panicked.
I was so happy to have given her this pleasure — this simple pleasure from a caring lover.
“Oh. My. GOD! Pleeeeaaaassssee, stop! I can’t breathe and I’m still cumming. Stop, please! Rob! Please!” She was pleading between gasps.
Satisfied that I had given her a pleasure she’s never had, I relented, releasing my latch and then releasing her nipple from my fingers.
Noelle gasped, “Oh, oh, th-th-thank yooouuuu soooo much! That was wonderful!” Her breathing was returning to normal now.
After a minute of relaxed breathing, I looked into her eyes and said with a loving smile, “Did you enjoy that?”
She snorted and said, “Fuck yeah, I’ve never been so aroused and had so many orgasms in a row, and you didn’t touch my pussy! How did you do that?”
I smiled and said, “I’m just a caring lover.” while looking her in the eyes.
She teared up a little and said, “Well, thank you. But really, how did you know I’d climax?”
“Sweetheart, I didn’t when I started, but I read your body’s signals and kept doing what made you feel good. When you said your pussy was tingling, I knew then that I could give you a nipplegasm.”
Noelle looked at me and said, “I’ve never heard that term before.”
I giggled and said, “Well, now you’ve experienced it!”
We laid in bed for several more minutes cuddling in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms.
Suddenly, Noelle sat up and said, “Holy shit, you haven’t gotten yours yet and I’ve cum like five times. Let me take care of you right now.”
I shushed her, “We’re not keeping score. I’ll get mine, don’t you worry. I told you I wanted to show you how a caring lover should take care of your needs. That’s what I’m doing.”
She relaxed and laid down again and murmured, “Wow, so this is what it’s like.”
I smiled and then playfully asked, “Can I play with your boobs?”
Noelle snorted and said, “Absolutely! Whatever you want, after what you just gave me.”
I wasted no time. I began to caress, squeeze, lick, and kiss her gigantic breasts. First one, then the other. I must have spent fifteen minutes on each fleshy orb.
All the while, Noelle was running her fingers through my hair and cooing as I lingered in the beauty that is her bosom.
But she’d had enough of that. “Ok, lover boy, time for you to show me how to appreciate your big, fat, cock.”
I looked up over her breasts into her eyes and said, “If you insist, but I will be coming back to feast upon your bounteous jugs later.”
We both laughed.
Noelle lay flat on her back and spread her legs as I crept up between her thighs. I slowly dragged my fingers up the insides or her thighs up to her labia, and gently stroked up each side.
Noelle cooed and moaned as I worked her state of arousal up and up. She thrust her mons at my hands as I drew them up her lips, careful to pull back and not touch her clit nor get inside her opening.
I wanted her completely wound up, edged to the max, so that when I did actually thrust into her, she would be dripping wet and ready to climax.
I dragged my thumbs up and down each of her fleshy labia, making her wetness squelch. I moved close in to her pussy and exhaled my hot breath all over the outside and then spread her lips and breathed more into her dripping vagina.
Noelle gasped and howled as I worked her up. She grasped my head, trying to force me into her pussy, but I resisted. I wanted to control this seduction a while longer.
“PLEEEEAAAASSSSSEEEE, RRRRROOOOBBBBB! SSSSTTTIIIICCCCKK YOOUURRR TTTONNNNGGGGUUUUE IIIINNNNNSSSIIIIIIIIIIDDDEEE!” she whined.
I held off for a couple more minutes, then indulged my well-endowed, sex-starved MILF of a niece. I forced my tongue deep between her lips, into her pussy, exploring all of her neglected territories.
Noelle shrieked with pleasure, “YYYEEEEESSSSSSS!!! DDDONNNN’TTTT SSSTTTOOOOOPPPP!” as she pressed my face into her love nest.
I hungrily lapped at her lady bits, driving my tongue deep inside with each stroke. I fucked her with my tongue and she was loving every bit of it.
It was time to bring that joy buzzer of hers into the game. Until now, I had deftly avoided it. But I wanted her full and undivided attention. I snaked my tongue up and under her clit and gently pressed it against my lips.
Noelle nearly jumped out of bed. “AAAAIIIEEEEEEEE! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!”