My mind drifted all week about what I had been able to do to her while she was passed out. I wondered if I could possibly even fuck her in that state....I could hardly wait until the weekend to roll around. I must have beat my meat at least three times a day, while savoring the thought of my first blow job. I couldn't tell any of my buddies about it since it was my own aunt, but It felt great and sexy as hell just knowing it.Friday night finally rolled around, and to my disappointment, my aunt. She had a request that I teach her a few things of a sexual nature that we were doing and that she wanted to try. She was a vixen, horny as hell, just like her mother.She graduated High School and had enrolled at Portland State when her folks got the notice to move east. She decided to stay in Portland so she found an apartment with two of the three girl friends from her group but, when she wanted cock ... often I soon learned ... she would come and stay with me. What a contrast, a middle age. Greg felt the cum boiling up in his balls. His breath grew ragged and he started to pump his hips into Joey's mouth. He tried to hold it off, but he knew too that there would be much more, that there was more to be done with the little pussy boy devouring his rod. He leaned back in the sofa and shoved Joey's face straight down into his crotch, and released a deep, loud groan."Aawww, fuck, I'm gonna cum boy, aaaargh!" A volley of boiling cum shot out of his cock into Joey's throat, then another,. He and Jill had dated for the two years before she and I had met, only breaking it off when Callan had ended it to date, and then marry, the woman who’d recently broken his heart. As our own relationship had developed, after a respectable and appropriate time, Jill had opened up to me about how she’d loved Callan before he’d broken her heart. The four of us had lived in the same neighborhood and even been friends with no seeming problems or aftertaste, but with Callan now a single man again.