Stepped off the train at the quiet rural station, suitcase dragging behind. Mountain air crisp, pure—doc said it’d fix my shitty lungs at 20. Scanned the platform. Blonde bombshell approached: tall, curvy, 45-ish, bun hairstyle, massive tits straining her blouse. German build. ‘Chris?’ Deep accent. ‘Greta, your aunt’s housekeeper.’ Grabbed my bag, led to her tiny car. Drove winding roads to the old manor by the limpid lake, thick walls, wooded park.
Aunt Clotilde greeted me: 35, short brunette hair, hazel eyes, full lips, slim but curvy—pert tits, round ass. Gave me a lake-view room, key in lock like a hotel. Mansion felt impersonal, mysterious. Days blurred: library books, failed fishing, walks. Aunt jetted to Zurich often. Greta cooked, cleaned—only staff besides old gardener.
The Stopover
Bored afternoon. Aunt out, Greta off till 6. Wandered upstairs to her gold-toned suite: boudoir, black marble bath. Drawers overflowed lingerie. Pulled out red-black corset, seamed black nylons, red thong. Heart raced. Stripped naked, slipped them on. Silk hugged skin, nylon whispered. Cock throbbed, poking over thong waistband. Paraded rooms, downstairs salon. Lit fireplace, flames crackling. Footsteps. Turned: Greta, early, fur coat, eyes wide on my bulge.
‘Don’t tell aunt?’ Shame burned. She smirked. ‘Arrangement, naughty boy.’ Dropped coat. Décolleté dress hugged curves. Gazed at my hard cock. ‘Excites you, lingerie slut.’ I froze. She vanished upstairs. Returned in black lace balconette bra—dark nipples peeked—matching thong, purple garter, fishnet stockings. Small bag in hand.
‘All fours on coffee table.’ Obeyed. Hands on firm ass, cupped balls. Tits dragged over cheeks, hard nipples teased crack through thong string. Strapped on black dildo, honest size. ‘Suck.’ Eyes locked, groped her fat ass, then slurped fake cock. Jerked my dick, saliva dripping. ‘Filthy pig.’
Bent me over. Fingers oiled virgin hole, slid in easy. Dildo gland pressed, thrust deep. Pain flared, then weird pleasure—filled, taboo rush. She pounded faster, grunting. I stroked furiously. Pulled out, knelt, tits around my cock. Spanish titjob: soft flesh milked me. Exploded ropes on her huge jugs. She smeared cum, fingered pussy to squirt orgasm.
The Transit
Cleaned up fast. Evening dinner normal. Fireplace chat: aunt radiant, short skirt, sheer blouse, white bra visible, gray stockings. ‘Fun in my lingerie, perv?’ Spill: Greta told. Legs spread—red garter, taut thong. ‘Greta, eat me.’ She crawled, yanked thong, tongued pussy expertly.
‘Strip.’ Naked, cock rigid. ‘Fuck her ass like she did you.’ Lifted Greta’s dress—no panties, fishnets. Palmed plump cheeks, fingered wet slit. Aunt sucked my cock deep, balls to throat. Positioned behind Greta: she spread cheeks. Slid into tight asshole, balls-deep. Aunt dirty-talked: ‘Pound that fat slut’s shitter.’ Greta muffled on pussy. Ass clenched, came hard inside. They 69’d, slurping cum, moans echoing.
Night: woke to warm mouth on cock. Finger teased hole. ‘Awake, nephew?’ Aunt Clotilde. Flipped her, rammed pussy raw. ‘Gentle!’ Fucked hard, then ass, licked her juicy cunt. She gulped my load. Slept tangled.
Weeks of fucking: solo, threesomes. Aunt’s secret: luxury Zurich hooker, manor from client. Health boomed—sex as good as air.
Departure day: suitcase packed, train ticket ready. Hugs, winks. Door shut, manor faded. Cock twitched at memories, engine hummed away.