Chapter 12: Long-distance Relationship With Auntie

I stroked my slick cock slowly, spreading the wetness over the swollen head before letting my hand glide back down the shaft. My other hand trailed up my chest, pinching a nipple as I kept my eyes glued to the phone.  

This was what she did to me. One text from her and I was leaking like a faucet, aching so hard it almost hurt.  

I swiped to the next photo — her full, heavy breasts spilling out of her bra, dark nipples stiff and begging. Then the one after: her legs spread wide, fingers parting her glistening pussy for me. So pink. So ready. I could practically smell her through the screen.  

“Just a matter of time, Gad,” I muttered, voice thick with lust. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, Auntie.”

My grip tightened. I imagined her thick thighs wrapped around my waist, her soft belly pressing against mine as I drove into her. The way her pussy would clench when I called her “Auntie” while fucking her senseless. The little gasps she’d make when I sucked on those heavy tits like I’d wanted to for years.  

The phone buzzed. A new message from her.  

Auntie ❤ ️: You still up, baby? I can’t sleep… thinking about you again.  

A fresh bead of precum rolled over my knuckles. I snapped a quick photo of my throbbing cock, shiny and veined, angled so she could see exactly how hard she made me.  

Me:Can’t stop touching myself to your pics. Wish this was buried in that tight wet pussy instead of my hand.  

I hit send and kept stroking, slower now, savoring the edge. Her reply came fast.  

Auntie ❤️: Fuck… you’re so big tonight. I’m soaked. Want to video call? I need to see you stroke it for me.  

My heart slammed against my ribs. I smirked, already reaching for my earphones.  

This long-distance thing was torture.  

But the kind of torture I never wanted to end.

I answered the video call on the second ring.

The screen lit up with Auntie’s flushed face. Her bedroom was dimly lit, just the warm glow of a bedside lamp painting her soft curves in gold. She was propped up against the headboard, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that had slipped off one shoulder, exposing the top of her heavy breast. Her nipples were visibly hard beneath the thin fabric.

“Hi, baby,” she breathed, voice husky. Her eyes dropped immediately to where I was lazily stroking my cock for her. “Look at you… so hard and dripping, all that wasting away”

I angled the phone lower, giving her a full view. “All your fault. Those pictures you sent earlier destroyed me.”

She bit her lip and let out a soft moan. The camera dipped as she pulled her t-shirt up, revealing her bare pussy. She was glistening, two fingers already circling her swollen clit.

“See what you do to me too?” she whispered. “I’ve been touching myself for an hour thinking about my nephew’s big cock.”

My hand moved faster. The wet sounds of me jerking off filled the room, mixing with her little gasps as she pushed two fingers inside herself.

“Fuck, Auntie… you’re so wet. I want to taste that pussy so bad.”

She whimpered, spreading her legs wider, giving me the perfect angle. Her thick thighs trembled as she fucked herself deeper. “I want you here. I want you to come home and fuck your auntie raw. Bend me over and remind me who this pussy belongs to now.”

Her words hit me like a stroke. I groaned, squeezing the base of my cock to keep from exploding too soon.

“Tell me,” I demanded, voice rough. “Tell me how you want your nephew to fuck you.”

She moaned louder, fingers pumping faster. “Hard. Deep. I want you to stretch me open and fill me up. I want to feel you throbbing inside me when you cum. Call me your dirty little auntie while you breed me.”

The dirty talk sent electricity down my spine. I was leaking nonstop now, the head of my cock shiny and purple, veins standing out as I stroked faster for her.

“Shit… I’m close,” I growled.

“Me too, baby. Show me. Cum for Auntie. Let me see it.”

Her eyes were locked on my cock, mouth open, breathing ragged. She rubbed her clit furiously, thighs shaking.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a deep groan, I erupted — thick ropes of cum shooting across my chest and stomach while she watched, moaning my name like a prayer.

She followed right after, back arching, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched visibly around her fingers, juices coating her hand.

For a moment we just panted, staring at each other through the screen.

Auntie smiled, lazy and satisfied, licking her fingers clean. “Next time you’re home… no more long distance. I need the real thing.”

I grinned, still catching my breath, cum cooling on my skin.

“Count on it. I’m coming for you soon, Auntie.”

“Bring your cock closer,” she said. I shifted forward on the bed, pressing my throbbing length right up against the screen. She smiled, slow and wicked, then slid her tongue out, long and wet, tracing lazy circles in the air as if she could taste me. Her eyes locked on mine through the camera, dark with hunger.

“Just drop school and come home already,” she purred, voice low and breathy. “Don’t you want to be licked dry like this?”

Her hips rolled upward on the screen, grinding into nothing, her soaked panties clinging to her swollen lips. The thin fabric was already dark with her arousal, stretched tight over her clit as she teased herself for me.

I groaned, stroking my shaft slowly, pre-cum beading at the tip. “Fuck… you’re killing me.”

She laughed softly, a throaty sound that went straight to my balls.

“Look how wet I am for you, baby,” she whispered, circling her clit with her middle finger. “This could be your mouth instead. My thighs squeezing your head while I ride your tongue until I cum all over your face.” 

Her hips bucked again, faster this time, and she pushed two fingers inside herself with a soft moan. The wet sounds carried through the speaker, obscene and perfect.

“Come home,” she begged between gasps, eyes half-lidded, tongue still flicking out like she was licking every inch of me. “I’ll suck you so deep you’ll forget school even exists. I’ll drain those heavy balls every single night until you’re empty and shaking…”

I was stroking faster now, breathing ragged, completely lost in her filthy promises.

“I'm Fucking taking the first bus tomorrow,” I muttered.

“What the fuck is going on here, Gad?”

I froze in place.

The call disconnected.

Slowly, I lowered the phone and looked up, only to find my mom staring straight at me.