My Cum in Aunty Joan’s Panties

Every Sunday throughout my youth, we visited Aunty Joan's house across the town.
Being a very impressionable, hormone-ravaged young boy of sixteen, I became fixated with her and, on numerous occasions, often wondered what she would look like naked.
These images ensured that each time we visited her house, I always had a bulging, solid, hard cock.
She was in her mid-fifties with a wonderful figure, nice round breasts, and a very small waist.
I just could not keep my eyes off her as she walked around her house, her wonderful body parading for me as thoughts of what was under her clothes gave me sensations I was enjoying.
Then, one afternoon on one of our normal visits, something happened that changed everything. I sat across from her at the table, and while we had lunch, she looked straight at me and winked for some reason.
She then reached over to pass me my plate and seemed to knock my knife off the table.
"Sorry, do you want to get that?" she asked.
Pushing my chair back, I reached under the table to pick it up when I got the shock of my life.
I looked across under the table to see Aunty Joan's legs suddenly open wide for me to see her short skirt straight up.
I could see her bright pink lacy undies with what looked like some of her black curly pubic hair poking out the sides.
In complete shock, I sat back up at the table after picking up the knife. Looking across at Aunt Joan, she seemed to smile and again gave me a sly wink.
I could not believe I got to see up her skirt, let alone glimpse her pants.
My cock for the rest of our visit was so hard from what I had seen that I had trouble trying not to let it show in my tight jeans.
That night at home, I vigorously jerked off in the shower, giving my solid, hard young cock a good workout from the images in my head.
On our next visit a week later, I hoped something would happen again; she again smiled at me and again gave that sly wink.
My cock was still hard at the mere thought of what might happen, and I waited with anticipation to see what she might do.
Then she asked, "Will you help me take these clothes upstairs for me? Grab those towels, will you? She said.
Eagerly, I grabbed what she asked and followed behind her, and we made our way upstairs.
Walking into her bedroom, we placed the clothes onto her bed, and then turning to me, she whispered to me, " You might want to sort that bulge out in your pants when you get home, as it looks like it's about to explode."
Looking at her in complete shock and very red, I nervously nodded at her.
I could have shot my load there and then with what she said, but what she did next made it worse.
Reaching down into her wash basket, she picked up the pair of pink pants she had on the week earlier, saying to me, ’ Take these home with you and jerk that cock of yours over these; bring them back next time and do not tell your parents, ok? I have worn them for a few days, so they should give you some extra incentive to shoot your cum over.
Quickly scrunching them up and stuffing them in my pockets, she kissed me on my forehead, saying, "It's been a long time since I've had cum on my pants; don't let me down, okay?".
She then reached down and grabbed my hard bulge, giving it a little squeeze and smiling, and then walked back downstairs.
Arriving home later that day, I made excuses and quickly ran upstairs to my room.
Reaching into my pocket, I unfurled Aunty Joan's pink pants. The excitement then took over, and holding them in my hands, I finally had something I'd wished for so long.
Holding them up to my nose, I could smell her pussy juices wafting up from their crusty, still damp gussets.
Then, letting my solid cock loose, I held them close to my hard tip.
Vigorously, I pumped my shaft until I suddenly shot the loads of my cum upward and all over her pants.
For the next week, I must have covered them with so much cum that they eventually became stiff, hoping she would not mind how messed up they had become.
The next whole week just seemed to drag; I just wanted to get back to Aunty Joan's house.
In anticipation of the next visit, we returned the following week.
Having her pants stuffed into my pocket, I asked to go to the bathroom, and, as I passed her bedroom, I placed them in the laundry basket.
Quickly returning downstairs, Aunty Joan was in the kitchen, and she asked me to help her with lunch, which I did.
I told her I had placed her pants in her basket, to which she said
"Ok, do I need to give them a good wash?" I replied.
"Yes, I think you might have to, Aunty Joan."
"Next time you go to the lol, grab yourself another pair; there's a fresh, damp set on my bedroom floor for you to use."
Smiling at her, I said
Are you sure?" Yes, I'm sure. Just don't tell your parents, okay, or I will just deny everything."
Nodding in reply, I retrieved the black pair she had left for me, and again eagerly stuffing them in my pocket, I made my way back into the lounge.
Later that afternoon, my aunt went to me on my own, saying
"My god, Sonny, it's a wonder there are any pants left with the amount of cum on them; you should not waste it and save it up for where it's supposed to go".
"Oh, I'm sure I think I know where you mean, Aunty."
"Looking at that bulge of yours, do you reckon you could shoot your cum for me today?" she asked.
"What now", "Yes now, I want you to get a clean pair of my pants out of my drawers and shoot what you can on them today, then leave them in my room; I want to wear them later."
"What with my cum on them?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to feel your cum on my pussy; it's been so long since I had a man's cum anywhere near my slit." She said.
With that, I made my way upstairs and did what she had asked me. My cum shattered all over her lacy silk pants, ready for her to wear.
The mere thought that my cum was on her pussy just sent me into overdrive. Aunty Joan wants my cum, and I love giving it to her.
Maybe one day she will let me fuck her, but for now, this is as close as I will get at my age.


Stay tuned for me and Aunty Joan's road trip.