More Than a Feeling

Amy dropped it back into the bag without taking her eyes off of him and froze. "You're done, kid."

Tim laughed and took a bite.

"What kind of nerd doesn't put peanut butter on his pancakes?" she fired back. "Have you even tried it, picky boy?"

"I have," he lied.

"You are so full of it," she smiled, seeing right through him. "Peanut butter is everything."

"Yeah. No," he said, taking another bite.

Amy dumped her syrup all over his briefs and he flinched.

"Whoa! What the hell?" he said, spooked.

"Whoops. My bad! Clean up on aisle five," she said sarcastically. Amy put her food down and stood up between his legs. "Sorry, but you're gonna have to give me those before everything gets sticky."

Amy went behind the waist band, sliding it away and revealing that humongous morning wood. Much to her delight, his huge goose egg balls spilled out and over the edge of the couch, taut and smooth. She finally got them free of his legs and knelt down, her breaths tickling his large purple helmet.

"Fuck," he sighed, staring down at this angelic red head. His cock strained so bad that he felt like he was being stretched apart. "Aunt Amy..." he shivered.

He eclipsed a large portion of her beautiful face and felt the boost of confidence as she gazed at it with a sense of awe.

"First time?" Amy said, breaking some tension.

"Yeah..."

"First times should be remembered forever, don't you think?" she said, nuzzling her cheek against it.

He didn't respond, not because he didn't want to, but because he was in shock. As he tried to come to terms with what was about to happen, Amy sent him into the twilight zone by scooping peanut butter into her palm and slathering it across his fat dick.

"Oh, Jesus," he exhaled hard.

Amy had both hands full of it, coating and layering his long shaft in delicious butter. Her hands slid to the trunk and her finger nails found the tight skin to his balls and traced them gently until laying his eggs into her palms and drenching them in warmth. Kneading them and fondling his big yummy sack, Amy smiled up at him in silence, letting her body do all of the talking.

He pushed a piece of pancake into his mouth and she nodded, swinging her hair to one side. "Eat," she whispered.

Her lips peeled apart and he could see her salivating for his buttered up hunk of meat and as she laid that moist mouth on top of the tip, he did everything he could to not bust right then and there.

Amy's head slightly dipped and she was forced to spread wide around the broad crown until she sealed around the outer edges. She glanced up and peered deep into his soul, basting his head in hot spit and peanut butter with her tongue. There was so much more to do and Amy sucked her cheeks in and tugged away, slurping around the clean tip and popping him out with a hollow crack.

"Told you I would get dessert," she said, that smoldering stare etching into his mind forever.

She disappeared between his legs and he dropped his head back the second she was putting juicy kisses on his dangling nuts. He let out a gasp as one big ball was inhaled between her covered lips and into a frothy hot pit. Amy pulled and stretched, suckling and swirling it against all corners of her mouth. He heard a squish and felt the cool air wash over just before she gobbled the other one.

"Oh, god," he moaned. He knew this wasn't just a normal blow job. She was trying to tell him something.

Amy came up from bathing his balls in spittle and slurped up the massive trunk, gliding effortlessly across the broad cock real estate. The head took some slaps from her tongue, wobbling the tower side to side before she went underneath and pursed her lips on the zigzagging vein, scooping peanut butter between her lips all the way down to his heavy sack. Amy grabbed her hair before it could fall into the sticky trap, gliding her mouth up and down and all around. She was a fucking cock expert and every move was deliberate and planned. He's never had a blowjob before, how would he know? When you know, you know; that's how he knew. Amy was making undeniable love to it. It felt like she was showing him something she has never shown anyone.

"How're you feeling, baby?" she asked quietly, popping kisses against random spots of his smooth skin.

"I don't know if I can describe it," he admitted, watching her dance around with her lips.

Amy dabbled with one hand below, swirling and bouncing his fat bag around her finger tips and juggling it in her hand. Those buttery smooth baby factories were bloated and on the verge. She could feel the heaviness in it.

She had the other trying to tackle the long anaconda by itself, unable to fully control the abundance of manliness in front of her. She groped and jerked, smacking her lips on his raging tip, forcing a never ending stream of salty treats. Amy's eyes found his and she beat his dick on her tongue, slapping it and echoing it through her living room.

"Feed me," she commanded.

Amy slurped it between her lips and slobbered it right back out before clapping his beefy log into her cheek, sticking her with peanut butter.

"I'm hungry, fuckin' feed me," she seethed, swirling her head around the leaking crown.

Tim's breathing went from heavy and stable to trying to catch what air he could and forgetting he needed to breathe at all from being distracted. He felt a little something down deep; it was rising.

"Hnngg..." he mumbled.

He did the absolutely unthinkable and without realizing it, he pushed a hand into her silky smooth red waves and held her by the back of the skull. He brought her down, feeding her like he was told and hit the back of her gooey throat. Amy let out her approval through deep moans that penetrated his peanut butter flavored hardness.

She shook out of his grasp and spilled a mixture of hot goop all over her shirt, tendrils swinging between her and his aching dick. Both of them were silent and panting, staring each other down until he grabbed her by the head and made her eat his meaty slab, pushing into her tight tunnel and making her choke. Amy slobbered her way up his shaft, dousing it in the process. Before she could escape, he dragged her back down, stuffing her throat full and with the aide of her love for peanut butter, his gigantic cock slithered against her tonsils and was enveloped by her small esophagus, burrowing into her chest. Amy held on, her body wanting to eject him like an invader but he held tight, holding all of it to the hilt.

Besides the singing of the birds, the only noise in the area was Amy gurgling and kicking her feet while trying to stay down on this young man's enormous dick. She finally tapped his leg and he let her come up, desperately filling her lungs with air. She swiped her arm across her drenched chin and flung the excess to the floor.

"Big boy now, huh?" she said between gulps of air.

Tim looked down at her with his slimy boner between them and pressed into the trunk, angling it at her. If she was going to do this, he was going to take advantage of this gift to him.

"Suck it."

"Make me-slurrsplglakmmm-gulp-mmmnn...Uhmm!..." she gasped, "Fuckin' make m-glakglak-gulp-mmmnnnn..."

Tim snatched her head with the other hand and felt every time he dislodged out of her throat; the moment she inhaled air. He pulled her to the bottom and slapped her chin on his balls before bringing her up just to feed her again to the brink. Amy was sealed around his butter slick steel, slipping her hands underneath her knees and letting him take her.

He clamped the back of her neck with both hands and bobbed her continuously, plunging himself deep into her chest every time. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and almost shed a tear at the mere thought of what was happening. Amy's fire hair bounced rhythmically in and out of his lap while she devoured it.

"Holy fuck;" he gasped, "Aunt Amy, you hot...fuckin'...slut, suck my big dick." He didn't know he had it in him to say something like that and didn't let up.

Amy was gracefully getting impaled, loving every minute and exploring a side of herself that she never had. The gags were few and far and she was still in control of herself. Those words were from a desperate man on the edge and she knew it was over soon. "Mmmphh..."

"Oh, god, suck it," he cried out, "Keep sucking it, oh fuck."

"Mmph! Mm! Mmph!"

Tim was swelling against her tiny tunnel, cramming his huge dick into her chest cavity and doing the impossible with this famous babe. The lingering feeling in the top of his burrowed helmet came to a world stopping sensory overload and he held her down with all of his strength, exploding a fountain of thick spunk against her insides. Amy felt the heat travel deep and grabbed him by the balls, rolling them into her neck. He froze and she gulped, making him splurge her constricting, slimy warmth with more scribbling ropes, groaning into a new vocal register. Amy's neck collapsed around him, her body sealing shut and pulling him as far as she could. Those pretty lips nudged closer and closer to his pubes, tickling her nose. She felt his hands release and with a bit more to give, she stayed still, letting her body extract him until he was drained of the last drop.

Amy flipped her hair up and over to reveal her face stuffed with dick and pulled up, slowly suckling him clean until she burst loudly from the top, gasping for air one last time. He looked like the life was taken from his body and she got close, leaning into him and giving a kiss.

"Peanut butter with extra protein," she smiled, "You're a bad boy."

"No, no," he caught his breath, "You started this."

Amy casually worked him up and down, kissing him again, "I finished it, too."

He had nothing to say and sat there having experienced nothing like that before. He was a new man.

She had his chair pulled up and pointed, "Shower time."

He didn't argue and plopped down, letting her roll him into the bathroom. Amy had a massive walk-in shower that easily accommodated a few people. She turned the water on and the large jets from above blasted down while she assisted him to a transfer bench and kissed his cheek.

He looked up and watched her remove her shirt, revealing those hefty, creamy tits that he saw last night. She tossed her socks and leaned up against him, pressing her soft belly into his face. He roamed his hands up her thighs and took in that fat butt, grabbing on it. Just above was the most amazing pair of tits he had ever seen.

"Can you handle my panties for me?" she said with a look of pure lust.

Tim turned her around and was face to face with nothing but gorgeous ass and lace being buried between the cheeks. He put his lips to her back and lovingly nibbled and kissed on her dimples before putting the panties between his teeth. As they peeled away from her flawless skin, he ran his nose through the valley of her soft buns and when she was finally exposed, his face went flush against those warm globes. He nuzzled side to side to get deep and inhaled, breathing Amy's essence. Tim went on instinct and pushed his fat tongue into her drippy lips, making her bend forward for more access. The pink folds were splitting for him and the invitation was accepted, sucking and bathing her in spit.

"Wasn't expecting this but I'm extremely intrigued," she said slowly, combing through his hair.

Tim was showing her the same love that she showed him and spread those cheeks apart so that he could explore Amy's insides more intimately. He slowly lathered his face in warm delicious pussy juice, swirling and flinging himself against her hot walls. He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing until he heard the moans from above. Her grip was tightening and she was bearing down on her quivering clit with generous rubs back and forth.

"Keep going, young man," she said with a laugh, "You obviously know what to do."

He has read online that when a woman says you're doing it the right way, you don't ignore it and keep on, no matter how much your tired, inexperienced tongue feels. Oh, it was burning on the underside. He has never used it like this before. He accidentally spilled out and started slathering her hand, but once she quickly moved out of his way, he forced a full body shudder and he devoured her engorged peach all over.

"Mmph, fuck, baby!" she cooed.

Tim would happily plaster his face in never ending warmth if it meant he got to hear those heavenly moans. He was on the right path and Amy was pushing down against his head with her weight, greedy for more.

"Gonna...mmm!" she groaned, exhaling hard.

Amy stood tall and sunk every finger into his scalp and held on, sliding her big vanilla buns up and down the length of his face.

"Ugh, GOD!" she grunted, her legs shaking against his rock solid boner. She threw her hair back and erratically gasped into the air, creaming his mouth and letting it all go onto his forceful tongue. Amy shook violently, shouting obscenities at the ground and released everything she had.

"Huh?" she said. Amy heard something again, panting, "Yeah, baby?"

"You are so fucking hot."

Amy came to her senses and felt the slapping against the back of her thighs and turned to lay eyes on his gigantic cock plowing in and out of his fist.

"Seeing that is even better in person," she smiled, grabbing a bottle of soap.

Amy dumped the peppermint liquid all over her and splashed into the water to activate a quick bubble foam as she spread it around.

"How hot am I?" she grinned, looming over.

Tim couldn't focus or answer the question. He was already bulging at the tip and ready to unload this massive tension seated deep in his balls.

"I'm gonna cum," he told her, staring directly into her bright blue eyes.

Amy dropped to her knees and rubbed her soapy body against his legs. She cleared her chest with big swipes of her hands and let him jerk his huge boner between her big heavy jugs. He plunged his fist into her soft cleavage and smacked his flopping balls against her belly. She pushed her arms together and smushed it between her silky globes, lifting her chest up and down. He let go and grabbed the bench, groaning and sucking air through his teeth. Amy didn't let his gaze go and she felt the torrent fill his long shaft before it splattered her face, ricocheting across her tits. He let out a massive sigh and unloaded a stream of spunk into her lips that slid down her chin and across her boobs. Pulse after pulse, Tim launched thick ropes across her chest until she was drenched.

Amy held them up and cuddled his aching dick slowly. "I told you they would look better glazed. Mmm, you and these huge loads."

Tim's head fell back towards her and he laughed upon seeing her splattered. "You did say it."

Amy looked at him with a light smile, "When you get one, make sure you pay attention to your woman's needs."

With three monster orgasms in under 24 hours, he was on a mental high. He heard what she said but he didn't get the message.

"We got things to do," she tapped his legs, "Let's get cleaned up."

Day 2: Late Evening

"Got everything, babe?"

Tim was getting situated in his seat and put his arms up wide across the back, giving her a smile and sporting his new shades. "All good."

Amy pushed the start button and the boat engine fired up, smooth and humming. She threw it in reverse and backed away from the dock before pointing them towards the gorgeous pink and purple sunset and getting them up to speed. They cut through the calm waters of her personal lake and he relaxed with the wind in his hair. Taking in the beautiful forest scenery, he eventually drifted to that powerful woman just in front of him. He ran his eyes up and down her back side, fixating on her thick thighs and ample butt. They both leaned into a long wide turn and off in the distance he spotted some sort of building.

"What is that?" he hollered out.

She killed power to the boat and turned around, plenty of distance between them and the shore. Amy stepped up to him and nudged his knees together before sliding up onto his lap and pushing her tight yellow top into his face. She tilted his head back and took away the glasses.

"You trust me?"

Tim let out a small chuckle and then realized she was dead serious.

"I'm old," she smiled, tapping his forehead, "I know everything that's going on in there."

"I trust that you know what you're doing," he said, giving her his full attention, "You wouldn't do this without a good reason."

"Good is subjective," she kissed his lips, "Sometimes life isn't fair and right now, you and I are taking some of it back. Is that wrong of us?"

He didn't answer right away and kissed her back, the area dead silent except for their breathing and the waves pushing up against the boat. Amy sat up straight and pulled away her top, dropping those big juicy boobs onto his face. His hands went for them and she snatched them quickly, putting them back down.

"I can promise you it was worth the wait," she said, kissing his cheek and chin.

As she started rolling her behind on his shorts, she put her palms on the deck behind him and let him push his face between her warm soft tits. Amy swayed her chest back and forth, slowly smacking him with the heavy flesh. She let out a soft moan when he caught a hard nipple between his lips and suckled it in, pulling her boob.

"Mmm, suck on 'em..." she whispered.

Amy took it away from him with a pop and leaned in with the other one. She watched it disappear between his soft lips and sighed down to him, feeling a deep throb against her butt. He slurped on that hard nub and she tossed her hair back, glancing off into the sunset.

"What is a fantasy of yours?" she said softly.

He finally let go of her tit and smiled, "Pretty sure you've been knocking them out one by one since I got here. I didn't even like peanut butter."

She pushed his head back and nibbled on his cheek, kissing on it before making him suck on her chest again.

"I wanted to fuck one of my teachers," he admitted in between suckles.

Amy laughed.

"Math? English?"

"Nah, gym teacher," he told her, "She was so pretty."

She leaned in and licked on his earlobe, "You have the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life. Why didn't you go get her?"

He shivered against her and pulsed into her ass. "Sometimes life isn't fair," he said, taking in her affection.

Amy was quick to push her hands between them and take a hold of him in his shorts.

"We could remedy that right now," she said, putting kisses to his neck.

His breathing got heavy quick and he was leaking all over.

"What's a fantasy of yours?" he asked.

"We are fulfilling my fantasy," she admitted.

"I'm either taking your virginity in his boat or I'm going to fuck your brains out in my sauna over there," she loved on him. "It's your choice."

Amy nuzzled her head on his and kissed on his ear again.

"The hotter I am, the more I can take."

She finally got his huge anaconda free and rubbed her damp bikini bottoms on it. "I want you to make me take all of this."

He looked down and watched her rub the length against her belly, his leaky head just above her belly button.

"Sauna," he blurted out.

"Yeah. I think so, too," she smiled, lifting away.

********

He was being helped through the door and there was just enough room for him to roll in and push off over onto a long wooden bench. Amy had his chair folded up quickly and closed the door, locking it and dimming the lights. A light ambient track could be heard all around him and it was already very warm.

"Did you design this place?"

He looked over the decor and admired her imagination for the serene feeling that washed over him.

"I did," she said.