In the late spring of 2016, I returned to my family home, fresh from completing my first year at Edinburgh University. The coastal air carried a faint breeze, but the day was unusually calm, with clear skies stretching endlessly overhead. My parents were overjoyed to have their "little boy" back for the summer, and the excitement was heightened by the preparations for my sister Natalie’s wedding to her fiancé, Mark.
The big day arrived in a blur of last-minute arrangements and nervous energy. By the afternoon, I found myself wandering the estate gardens, clad in a tailored black tuxedo and sporting a pair of Ray-Bans. With a champagne flute in hand, I felt a fleeting sense of sophistication, almost like a young James Bond. At 18, I was still getting accustomed to the allure of alcohol and the thin veil of adulthood it seemed to provide. However, my mother’s constant reminders to "go easy on that stuff, please, Dan," brought me firmly back to reality. “Yes, Mum,” I replied with an exaggerated eyeroll, savouring the bubbles, nonetheless.
One of the more tiresome parts of family gatherings was the endless small talk with distant relatives I barely knew. “Oh, you were so wee when I first met you, still in nappies,” or “Your mum said you’re excelling at university”—comments that stung with irony, as my business studies were far from enjoyable. Instead, I spent most lectures staring out of the window, dreaming of something… anything more exciting than “core business principles” and “sustainable models.”
Amid the sea of distant relations, one familiar face stood out: Mary. Mary had been my mum’s best friend since their teenage years, a fixture at our family gatherings and holidays. Her sleek brunette bob framed a face that always seemed effortlessly elegant. She was curvaceous, her low-cut dresses often daring me to steal glances, though I always tried to resist. Mary’s success in the insurance world added to her allure—my dad often speculated about the millions she had made, though he couldn’t resist adding, “with other people’s money, of course.”
“Oh, hello, honey, it’s so good to see you!” Mary exclaimed, pulling me into a warm hug. Her perfume lingered—rich, floral, intoxicating. “Hi, Mary,” I replied, feeling her presence overpower my usual composure. “Look at you, all grown up! How’s university? Your mum says you’re doing brilliantly.”
“Yeah, it’s going great,” I lied, flashing a polite smile. Before long, Mary had moved on to mingle with other guests, but not before giving me a playful tap on the cheek and whispering, “Go easy on the champers, son!” Her laughter trailed behind her, leaving me slightly flustered.
The night stretched into the early hours. Despite the repeated warnings to pace myself, the champers flowed freely, and I didn’t resist. I caught up with some of my sisters’ friends and their partners whom I have known for years as we would often host for Natalie and her friends back in the day. They got me on Jaeger bombs and Tequila's, a bad combination for seasoned professional drinkers, never mind a novice such as myself. By the time the party wound down, I was just able enough to stumble up the spiral staircase to my modest room at the top of the venue’s guest quarters. The spinning ceiling and dry mouth woke me around 2:30 a.m., and I set off quietly to the kitchen for water.
As I crept down the dimly lit corridor, I could hear some music drifting off into the background "dirty ole town" played by the Pogues rang out the speakers and I could hear what sounded like the dying embers of the party fizzle out. As I made my way downstairs, I spotted a lone figure ascending. The silhouette became clearer as it neared. “Mary, is that you?” I asked hesitantly.
“Daniel, what are you doing up?” she replied, a playful lilt in her voice. She was still in her short red dress, paired with black patterned tights and designer heels, a Christian Dior bag and clutching a half-empty bottle of wine. “Heading back to join the after-party?” she teased.
“No, just grabbing some water,” I said.
“Water? Who needs water when there’s wine? Come on, join me in my room. Let’s finish this off. Call us the last two standing,” she said, her words slightly slurred but her smile inviting.
Caught between caution and curiosity, I found myself following her. “Okay, the last two standing,” I echoed.
As we approached her room door, Mary rummaged through her bag for the key card. When it slipped from her grasp and landed at my feet, she handed me her bag. “Hold this, please,” she said, bending down to retrieve the card. The tight red fabric of her dress stretched over her curves, the faint outline of her black knickers visible. My heart raced, and I prayed she didn’t notice the heat rising in my face, my cock started to tremble.
Once inside, she poured two glasses of wine and gestured for me to sit on the small couch near the balcony. “Did you have fun tonight?” she asked, handing me a glass.
“From what I can remember, yes. Though I don’t think I’ve ever been that d*unk before,” I admitted.
She laughed softly. “You were fine. I kept a keen eye on you all night.” Then, with a sudden shift in tone, she turned her back to me. “Can you do me a favour, Daniel? This dress has been suffocating me all day. There’s a zip on the back. Would you mind?”
My breath hitched as I approached her. “Slowly, please, I don't want it catching” she murmured. As I eased the zipper down, the fabric loosened, sliding away to reveal her bare back and the curve of her hips. In the mirror before us, our eyes met. Her round tits out on show, her lips curved into a knowing smile.
“Have you ever thought about seeing me like this before?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking.”
“I… I have,” I stammered, caught off guard.
“Good,” she replied, turning to face me. Her hands found my waist, pulling me closer. Her large breasts now pressed firmly against my mid-section “Because I’ve thought about it too.”
What followed was a blur of heat and desperation, a moment I had only ever dreamed of. This was Mary, an old family friend, my mother’s best friend since school, we had even called her “Auntie Mary” at times, but I simply couldn’t resist her and the opportunity that had been presented to me.
"Especially today, such a handsome looking young man in your tuxedo" she was evidently a bit d*unk and still sipping on her red wine, but what the heck, so was I. "you... you have?" I managed to mutter out in disbelief as to what was going on, I had barely had any sexual encounters with girls my own age, and although I wasn't 100% sure, Mary must have been in her late 40's, 48-49 perhaps. "I have" she replied as she brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "can you keep a secret Daniel". With those 6 words, my cock went from trembling to throbbing, as she noticed my pulsating member trying to to break out of my boxer shorts "oh, it looks like you can then" as she gently bit her top lip and smiled when placing her hand over the top of my boxer shorts. It was at this point I decided it was going to happen, I was about to fuck “Auntie Mary”, knowing it was so wrong from both of us only added to the excitement of it all.
Mary slipped out of her dress and got on to her knees "let's see what we have here shall we" all the while whilst looking up on me towering over her and watch her pull down my underwear gradually revealing my thick cock which was now rock hard. "Oh wow, dan, look at you, who'd have thought, you are a big boy" I hadn't been blessed with amazing looks or an excellent sense of humour, but I knew that I did have a well over average sized penis at around 9.5 inches. She grabbed it with one hand by the bottom of the shaft and gently wrapped her red painted lips around it, I could feel it continuing to grow with each inch she took. She started slowly, I could notice her admiring the size of it and every so often, she would murmur “this is wrong, we can…” but before she got get the rest of the sentence out she would stop herself and continue choking
on my cock, licking from my balls up my shaft before stuffing as much as she could fit back into her tight mouth. She was still in front of the mirror but facing me and I could see her PAWG arse and black panties in full view as she bent over sucking and spitting over my dick. She was loving it; I was loving it.
Eventually once she was done worshipping it, she got up and bent over on the couch, pulled the black knickers to one side revealing her soaking wet cunt and exclaimed "c’mon Dan, come and fuck me, like I said, our secret" she was absolutely ravenous, all her inhibitions had been lost. I fucked her raw doggy style for around 10-15 minutes, as I was doing so, she would move both her hands round on to her fat arse (she wasn't fat herself but one of these women with a small frame and wide hips but and a massive rear end) and pull it apart, her arsehole looked so appealing and before I shot my load, I had to get the opportunity to play with it up close. I kneeled and brought my face to her perched ass, she was moaning and groaning and her pussy juices soaking her all over. I used my own hands this time and spread her wide and buried my tongue deep in her arse hole. She moaned even louder now. "Mmm fuck yeah, you naughty boy, eat my arse" "mmmm fuck I love that" she kept moaning. She tasted incredible, everything I had ever imagined. As I was finger fucking her cunt and licking her tight arse, she cried "I want it in my ass now, put it in my ass Daniel" I was her willing subject, if she wanted glasses for wine she would get them, if she wanted my thick cock in her arse, she would get that too. As I squeezed into her, she pushed back on it for the first while "oh no, that sore, but keep going, gentle now dan" once I was inside her, I have never fucked such a tight space in all my life, I don't think I ever will. She buried her face into her pillow now as I pulled on her hair and pounded in and out of her. I could feel her shaking and the noises getting louder "oh Daniel don't stop...keep going...I'm going to cum....ah fuck....i'm cumming, i'm cumming" hearing her mutter these words coupled up with the view of Mary bent over in front of me, I couldn't wait any longer myself "me too, where do you want it" " fill me up" she said. I flipped her onto her back and stuck it back in her pussy before shooting a massive thick load right into her. We lay there for what seemed an eternity after, my cream, dripping down her pussy and the inside of her legs, her legs shaking and breath heavy.
Mary got up and put her black knickers back on, me cum was dripping into them she said, "I’ll keep a hold of these forever now you know" as she gave me a little wink.
"Look Dan, no one and I mean no one can find out about this, we are in agreement aren't we, our secret?"
"I promise - our secret" no one will ever know. And plus, there is no way I want to blow another opportunity at fucking her again, I thought to myself.
I snuck back to my room, not a single glass of water was retrieved, but a lifelong dream had been achieved.
the next morning all family and close friends met for breakfast together down in the kitchen. We were all sitting down serving up bacon, eggs, cereals, cheeses etc but there was one spot at the table that was vacant, Marys. "I Wonder where she is" my father said "oh you know what she is like Bruce, probably overdone it on the red wine last night and fighting a hangover" my mum replied. if only they knew...
10 minutes passed and Mary made her way down from the stairway, she looked as glamorous as ever, very lady-like, no one would ever expect she was up until 4:00am getting fucked in her ass by her best friend’s son. I could give them all a million guesses at that table, and no one would ever suspect that, it was our secret.
She said hi to everyone and game me a little smile. As everyone went back to their food and conversations, I got a notification through on WhatsApp "New message from Mary Liddle" I sneakily hid the phone down at my side and opened the message "I'm wearing the black knickers from last night, they are still covered in your spunk, I hope you got a good sleep "
I do love a family wedding.
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