Aunt Carol (found in www)

I put down my suitcase and pressed the doorbell which chimed inside the large
house. I had not seen my aunt and uncle for nearly five years and I still
wasn't sure we would get along for the year or so I would be attending college
and renting a room from them. This summer was going to be sort of a trial.
School wasn't starting for another two months.
Aunt Carol was my Mom's younger sister and had been something of a black sheep
in our family. Mom had kept contact even if others didn't. She was a bit wild
and had married Uncle Jerry who was the quintessential loud-mouthed salesman
type.
Mom never told me all the details but she said their wedding was pretty wild,
especially some of Uncle Jerry's friends who were more party people than my
Mom's side of the family could handle. I tried to press her on it but she told
me I had better ask Aunt Carol about it herself someday.
She was always a more stylish dresser but there was definitely a family
resemblance when Mom took off her glasses. I had visited with her about five or
six times while growing up and I'd never seen her in anything but a dress or
skirt and high heels. I used to think she was a Barbie doll when I was little.
"Hi Aunt Carol", I smiled.
"Chris! Hi! Come on in. I'm so glad to see you.", she blurted reaching over and
pulling me against her in a hug and kiss.
As she pressed me against her I suddenly was aware that I was flattening her
breasts underneath the knit dress she had on and that she was not wearing a
bra. I felt a twitch in my crotch that wasn't at all innocent embarrassment.
"Chris, my boy, come on in and get settled.", Uncle Jerry boomed as he grabbed
the suitcase out of my hand.
He had gotten balder in the years since I'd last seen him and developed a bit
more of a paunch but he was as overbearing as ever as he showed me around their
very spacious two-story house. With no c***dren of their own it was no problem
for them to board me in one of the five bedrooms.
As he talked I kept looking over at Aunt Carol and noticed how really gorgeous
she was even if she was twenty years older than I was. I had never been
especially attracted to "older" women but this felt really strange and
dangerous for some reason.
Some of it must have been the way she smiled at me when our eyes met as if she
had some secret she was dying to tell me but was holding back. It struck me how
much she resembled the actress Stella Stevens from the old Jerry Lewis movie.
I also noticed she was not reluctant to gaze at my crotch when she thought I
wouldn't notice which was something I'd never have suspected from a my own
aunt. Of course, Uncle Jerry was completely oblivious to our little game. At
least it seemed that way.
After some chit-chat and catching up on family matters I went back upstairs to
unpack and get settled into my new room. It was located down the hall and across
from the master bedroom and had its own bathroom. I undressed and went into the
bathroom to get ready for bed.
Hanging from the shower curtain rod were several pairs of pantyhose, nylon
stockings, and a rather plain white elastic garter belt. Apparently Aunt Carol
used this bathroom to rinse her "unmentionables" and had forgotten to take them
out before I arrived. I reached up and took down a pair of the pantyhose,
feeling them in my fingers as my mind imagined her just slipping them off. They
were soft, the all nude kind. I held them up to my face briefly but they had
been washed and had only a faint detergent scent.
My penis began to swell. I d****d the pantyhose over the tip and drew them
across ever so slightly. I took down the stockings and did the same, letting
the silky material irritate the sensitive underside of my penis.
Suddenly, a knock came on the bathroom door and I was jolted back to reality.
"Chris, I left some things of mine in there. Would you be a dear and hand them
out to me?"
"Just a moment. I..I."
I quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me then opened the door. Aunt
Carol pushed the door open quickly and walked in.
"Sorry to be such a nuisance but I left some rather intimate things in here and
I..".

She stopped in mid sentence. She could plainly see my erection tenting out the
towel but pretended not to notice as I pulled the garter belt off the rod and
handed it to her. Our hands touched for a moment and again she smiled.
"Jerry forgot to mention that he starts a two week sales trip tomorrow. He'll be
up and gone before you get up so you won't be able to say goodbye."

She paused just a moment and then in a very suggestive voice added, "Well, I
guess that means you'll be the man of the house for a while. Are you too big now
to give me a good night kiss?"
I leaned over and nervously gave he a mild peck on the lips. Before I could
withdraw she had stepped forward and held her mouth to mine much longer than
normal decency would allow. I felt a hot surge both in my face and in my crotch
that left me somewhat breathless. She finally backed off, turned on her heels,
and disappeared down the hall into the master bedroom.
The last thing I remember was the slight brushing of her skirt on her thighs as
she disappeared through the door. I didn't manage to fall asleep for nearly two
hours as I replayed the bathroom scene in my mind. This arrangement was
beginning to look rather interesting.
******
It was just after 9:00 when I rolled out of bed, slipped on some oversized
shorts, and started down to get some breakfast. As I came out of the room I
could here the shower running in the master bathroom and a sudden hot thought
rushed through my mind. I wonder if my aunt is now nude in the shower? I looked
outside in the driveway and saw that Uncle Jerry's BMW was gone so it could
only be Aunt Carol in the house.
With my heart pounding at the craziness of it I quietly tiptoed down the hall
and stood outside the door listening. I didn't dare try to open it but just
stood quietly as my penis swelled again in excitement. I could here her moving
in the shower as she washed, trying to imagine what she must look like all nude
and wet.
I heard the water shut off and nearly stopped breathing as she opened the
shower door and dried herself. There was a few more moments of eerie silence
and then, a sound similar to an electric razor but much deeper and heavier. I
could only be from a large massager or vibrator. The next sound twent through
me like an electric current. It was my aunt's voice but in a deep, guttural
moan,
"Oh..mmmmm.Ohhhhh..Yeaaaah."
The moaning was subdued but distinct as my gorgeous aunt masturbated only
inches away with a very loud massager. From the location of the sound she must
have been sitting on the toilet as she played the rubber head over her labia
and clitoris. Her breathing quickened and built to a crescendo finally ending a
long, grunting gasp,
"Yesss..yess..mmm...aaahhh."
I was sweating and my penis was as hard as iron. I tried to visualize the
intimate scene I had overheard. Still shaking I walked back down the hall and
downstairs to try to regain my composure over some coffee and toast. A bit later
I heard my aunt's voice at the top of the stairs.
"Chris, would you help me out with something up here?".
I tried not to blush when I finally came face to face with her but I must have
turned red.
"Chris, are you all right? I hope you're not getting sick?" she asked with mock
compassion.

She was wearing a white and yellow cotton dress with a button front and flared
skirt that fell about six inches above her shapely knees. She had on a bit more
makeup than usual and her blond hair was loose at her shoulders, held over her
ears by two large combs on either side.
"I need to go out an do some shopping at the mall and I can't decide which shoes
go with this outfit? If you help me out I might let you come with me, ok? Now,
which should I wear the yellow pumps or the white strap heels?"
Now, I know computers, and swimming and stuff like that but women's shoes?
However, as the wise man said 'I may not know art but I know what I like'. The
white shoes had a 5 inch heel and a thin T-strap that buckled around her
ankle. My penis voted for the white.
"The white shoes are nice.", I replied, my voice somewhat strained.
"I thought you'd like those. Well, since you like them so much why don't you
help me on with them while I get these earrings on?"
I kneeled down at her feet facing her shapely calves that shimmered from the
sheer stockings she was wearing. I slipped the first shoe around her stockinged
foot and as I did I inadvertently pulled her legs apart slightly.
>From my position I could make out the welt of her suntan thigh top stockings
and the pale expanse of her thigh above but couldn't see beyond before she
shifted and brought her legs into a more lady-like posture. I fastened the first
buckle on the strap. She must have noticed my fumbling and thought it was cute.

"Chris, don't get all nervous. I know you have been seeing several girls at
school from what your mom has told me so you aren't a complete idiot around
women."
Then she got very serious as if she was finally going to let out the secret she
had been harboring since I arrived.
"You know, dear, education is not just about books and such. Most young guys
like you are completely naive about what women are really like. And by the time
you figure it all out you're like Jerry, too old or burned out to care. One way
or another you need to learn something of the world of women."
She looked straight in my eyes with that half smile that made me want to come
right there.
"If any women is in the mood, no fantasy is beyond her experience and she'll
stop at nothing to satisfy it. Not marriage vows or all the taboos of society
will prevent her from fulfilling her needs. It's something we must have picked
up from Eve, you know, in the Bible."
She lifted up my chin in her hand and gave me a long kiss that took my breath
away for an instant. Then she laughed and got up.
"Now for being such a dear and helping me, I'll give you a treat. But first you
have to close your eyes and not open them till I say. Ok?"
I stood up still a bit out of breath and faced her as she headed out the bedroom
door. Closing my eyes, I concentrated for the moment on the faint fragrance of
her expensive cologne and another musty smell that I couldn't yet place.
"Ok. Open your eyes."
A hot rush surged through my face and crotch almost simultaneously.
Standing in the doorway with her back to me, Aunt Carol had gathered the skirt
she was wearing in folds and was holding it above her waist.
My eyes rose from the white straps of her high heels, up her shiny calves and
over the tan welts of her thigh tops now in plain sight. Her firm, smooth bare
thighs rose upwards to her absolutely bare buttocks, smooth white melons parted
down the middle and with a slight fringe of her blond bush peeking out at the
apex of her thighs. She was not wearing any panties or even a thong and the
sight of her sudden nakedness almost stopped my heart.
With a tiny squeal and a quick flexing of her right knee and calf, she dropped
the white d**** of her skirt, smoothed it with her hands, and proceeded down
the hall to wait for me to get ready. Fifteen heart-pounding minutes later I
was dressed and we were headed for the car to drive to the mall.
******
I sat in the passenger seat while Aunt Carol drove the large Mercedes sedan. I
was still trying to make sense of it all. It seemed like I had ventured into
another world where all the rules I'd ever known were no longer valid. And still
I couldn't take my eyes off my aunt as she drove, her dress riding just above
the welts of her stockings and all the while that slight grin of expectation.
"God, Chris, how much of a hint do you need?" my aunt said breaking the silence.

"What do you mean?" I queried in genuine confusion.
"You keep staring at my legs but you can't bring yourself to touch me. You must
have more willpower than any young guy your age to resist a come-on like this."
I reached across and ran my right hand over her knee, slipping it under her hem
and stroking the bare flesh above the welt. She took a slight breath.
"Much better. That feels nice. Now, how high can you go?"
My knuckles just brushed the soft curls of her pubic hair when a car pulled
along side and I jerked away, embarrassed that we would be seen.
"They can't see in the tinted windows, Chris, so don't worry. I've tried to
look in and you can't see a thing."
Traffic had picked up by now and we turned into the mall parking lot before I
could reach my lofty objective at the top of her thighs. I inconspicuously
brought my hand to my face on the chance that I picked up her woman scent in my
attempt but it smelled only of hand soap.
"Would you get my door for me please?", she asked casually.
I went around to her side and pulled the heavy sedan door open. Feighning
carelessness, but all the while knowing just what she was doing, Aunt Carol
spread her legs apart leaving one leg on the floorboard while stretching the
other leg as far out of the car as she could physically manage. The effect was
to pull her skirt clear to her waist and give me for the first time in my life a
momentary, unobstructed view of my aunt's open, pink womanhood.
The flash was painfully short. I blushed at the indecency of it even as I
strained for a better view. Her pubic hair was a dusty blonde and seemed trimmed
very neatly. The inner lips just peaked out and gaped a bit at the very bottom.
In the sunlight it was hard to tell if she was wet but if she was as wet as I
was hard she'd be drenched.
Then, in a flash, she brought her other leg around and got out, the wayward
skirt slipping into place, frustrating me. I now knew that my function on this
shopping spree was to serve as the foil for her exhibitionist teasing. I just
hoped my penis would not break in half before she was done.
She took my arm and we walked into the mall where she explained what she had
planned. She showed me the spot where she said I should stand if I wanted to
learn something about women. The spot was just next to and below a rather large
escalator with a glass side that was moving up. As I stood for several minutes
I realized that quite without being obvious I could look almost straight up the
dress of any woman riding the escalator over my position.
Now, most of the women there were not worth watching but now and then a young,
nicely dressed woman would get on and stand right next to the glass giving me a
clear view of her pantyhose and panties as she passed overhead.
On at least two occasions my eyes met with the woman I was watching. They
clearly knew what I was doing but said or did nothing.
I watched as my aunt walked to the escalator and got on. She pretended to be
unaware, gliding directly over my view. I could only imagine what was going
through her mind as she felt my gaze on her bare ass and vagina as she rode
past.
We walked along a quiet hall. She asked me to hold the bag she was carrying so
she could pick up a bill she had "accidentally" dropped on the floor. In one
casual motion she drew her skirt up and squatted with her legs spread wide,
experiencing the cool feeling as I stared across at her gaping, pink-tinged
vagina.
After several of these "accidents" she seemed even more agitated and we ended
up going into the large department store.
She grabbed a dress from the rack that was obviously the wrong size and told me
she was going to try it on in the fitting room. I thought it was odd that it
took her nearly ten minutes to discover that the dress wouldn't fit. That was
until I saw her emerge from the fitting room somewhat shaky and flushed. She
had obviously just masturbated in there to relieve her excitement. I asked her
point blank,
"Did you just go in there an get off? I mean right in the dressing room where
anyone could hear you?"
She looked at me with a slight smile and said, "Does this answer your
question?".
She held her right fingers to my face and immediately I inhaled the deep,
musky, marine scent of her intimate wetness. I was so hard and ready to come by
this point that I was getting the shakes. I couldn't hold back doing something
real soon but it appears she had one last tease planned.
"I must confess, Chris, that it excites me no end to go out in public in a dress
and no panties. I've done it since I was just a teen and it still feels daring
and wicked. But there is one drawback that I always run into. I always get so
horny and wet that it starts running down my legs and if I sit on my dress, the
back gets all wet. I just hate to go around with a big wet spot on my skirt. I
need to wipe myself off before getting in the car. I could go into the ladies
room but that wouldn't be as fun as having you wipe me off right here."
We were standing in a somewhat deserted corridor that led to the parking garage
but still it would be risky.
"Do you have some tissues or something I could use?", I asked taking the dare.
"I'm afraid not. Actually, the only thing I think you could use that you
wouldn't mind getting soiled are your own underpants. Why don't you just quickly
slip them off and wipe me?"
In a bizarre trance I felt myself unbuckling my belt and dropping my baggy
shorts. I felt her eyes on me as I slid down my black cotton briefs releasing at
long last my rigid erection. She gathered her dress to her waist in a single
motion and, stepping beside her, I wiped her wetness from her bare buttocks and
the insides of her thighs.
We were terrified as we risked discovery to carry out this absurd exhibitionist
act. As she dropped her dress, I slipped on my now wet, stained briefs that
wreaked of her scent, pulled up my baggies, and followed her to the car.
At this point my head was so twisted that nothing she or I did would surprise
me. This was my Aunt Carol, my mom's sister, and yet I wanted her sexually more
than anything I had ever wanted since discovering girls. My education had only
just begun.
******
We pulled out of the garage and started down the street headed back to the
house. Aunt Carol turned to me while driving.
"I'm really very proud of you, Christopher. You're really being very mature
about my little games and all. Some boys your age would not be able to control
themselves as well as you have. We weren't really sure how you'd react to my
overtures but I think we're going to get along quite well."
She reached over with her free hand and rubbed the back of my neck mussing my
hair a bit and smiling that small smile, more of just an involuntary parting of
her lips as if she couldn't find the will to close them completely.
I was slightly puzzled by her use of the pronoun "we". I couldn't imagine Uncle
Jerry and she had hatched her little seduction. I mean, what was in it for him
taking off on his convenient trip and all.
After a short silence she continued.
"I hear you have a girlfriend. She's a senior in high school or something. Why
don't you tell me about her? Is she pretty? Are you two...serious?"
"Yeah. Well her name is Alicia Aronesti and I met her at a swim meet before I
graduated. She's a cheerleader and graduates next year. I guess we're 'serious'
if it means what I think you think it means."
I blushed. We both knew it meant that I had had sex with her which I had, a
couple times. Alicia was a year younger than me at 19 with a model's figure.
She had long straight blond hair that reached midway down her back. I really
liked her because she was fun and not flaky. I really couldn't stand flaky or
pushy girls.
"Well, do you have a picture of her? I'm really very curious to see what she
looks like.", Aunt Carol asked.
I took out the school picture I had of her in my wallet. She was sitting very
demurely in a dark plaid skirt, knee socks and saddle shoes, white cotton blouse
and dark blazer that made up the traditional school uniform. I really liked the
picture because I had caught her with her legs a little too far apart. You could
see a lot of her thighs but not any higher.
I handed it to my aunt whose eyes narrowed as she held it before her.

"Oh, Chris. She's really very lovely. I see they're still wearing the same
uniforms I had to wear when I went there. I guess nothing changes. Tell me if
you know. Does she also wear white cotton panties or does she do like the girls
did in my time and wear really sexy panties underneath in protest?"
"Well, she usually wears white or pale yellow nylon bikini panties as far as
I've noticed. Why?"
My aunts eyes sparkled for a moment as if she were remembering some past
experience.
"You must call her and invite her down as soon as we get back. I'm sure she
misses you and you two can have the run of the house when I'm out."
"I don't know if her folks would agree to that. They are pretty conservative as
far as I can tell. They don't even let me take her out on a week night."
"Maybe if I talk to her and her mom we can work it out. Ok? It's worth a try."
Her hand was rubbing my thigh very suggestively and I wasn't about to argue with
her. Anyway, if she could arrange to get Alicia to come down we could finally
have sex without getting jammed in the back of my folks Buick.
"First though, since you've been such a delight I want to finish your lesson for
today with a special course in 'How to Make Love to a Mature Woman'."
******
It was just after three when we pulled in and Aunt Carol told me I should make
myself comfortable in the living room while she changed from her shopping
attire. I turned on some tunes on the expensive sound system and occasionally
checked my crotch which by now had a very large wet spot on it. I didn't want to
run upstairs to change out of my soiled underpants so instead I took off my
shorts and briefs, washed off a bit in the powder room sink, and slipped on my
baggies without any briefs. It felt really free and wouldn't cramp my erection.

A half hour had passed since Aunt Carol had gone upstairs and I was beginning
to wonder what she was up to when I heard her coming down the stairs. As she
came into view my mouth instantly went dry and my penis stiffened against my
thigh.
She was wearing a sheer black chiffon and satin peingnoir robe which only served
to veil her long, black chiffon and lace nightgown underneath. The nightgown
was very low cut, the lacy cups of the bra barely covered where her nipples
would begin. It was slit to her waist on both sides revealing her shapely legs
clad in dark taupe nylon stockings affixed at their welts with garter straps.
The garters stretched from a narrow waist cincher corset that encircled her
middle and pushed her pubic triangle and buttocks out making them more
prominent. To complete the effect she wore black patent leather strap heels
that firmed her ample calves as she walked across the carpet to the sofa where
I was sitting.
"I hope you like what you see?", she cooed as she slinked down next to me
bringing her mouth to mine and crushing me to her in a long pent up embrace
that felt like liquid silk.
Her subtle cologne wafted in my nose as my hands slid lighter over the peaks of
her breasts beneath the chiffon gown. I undid the front of the robe, threw it
back and nearly tore the strap of the nightgown as I pulled it down off her
shoulder.
"Boys like you are always in such a rush to get to the main event. Why don't you
just take a breath and enjoy the whole ride?"
She lowered the left cup of her nightgown exposing her breast. She had very
firm, smooth breasts up to her aereola which was dark rose and about three or
four inches across with small knobs encircling her nipple.
I held it up to my mouth and began gently licking and teasing it with my tongue
as she stroked the back of my head. It took a few moments until I heard her
sigh in a long breath.
Her passion and arousal soon engulfed all her reason and restraint. She had
undone my baggies and I lifted up to slide them off. When she saw I had remove
my briefs and my penis was in plain view she chuckled in approval.
"I hope you don't plan on coming for a while. I wouldn't want to have you lose
interest until we've both had our fun."
She touched my penis lightly with her slender, soft fingers, pulling the skin
back and forth with deliberateness and gently sliding over the base.
"I bet Alicia just starts stroking as hard as her little fingers can bear,
doesn't she? Doesn't it feel better when I just caress it down here at first?
Hmm...Chris?"
She slid down into my lap, her warm breath on my penis as she spoke.
"Now the tip. The tip is just sooo sensitive isn't it Chris?"
She took her slender index finger and drew it directly across the drooling slit
in the tip. The irritation caused me to shudder and my penis to spasm in
pleasure. I felt her warm wet lips kiss my knob before encircling it and
tonguing the slit to remove the fluid. She avoided any stoking of my shaft,
especially the underside which would have caused me to explode in an instant at
this point.
She stood up and lowered the other nightgown strap letting it billow over her
ankles before stepping out of it. Then, driven by her own wantoness and in need
of quick satisfaction, she unhooked the garter belt and garters, rolled the
sheer nylons to her ankle straps and nearly dragged me up the stairs to the
large master bedroom.
"I wish I could keep up the game a bit longer,", she said in a husky, strained
voice, dropping any further pretenses, "but I'm afraid if I don't get you
inside me in the next instant I'll simply come without you. Come over here and
fuck me."
She was laying on her back, her eyes glistening, with a pink flush on her chest
and belly. She had her thighs wide apart and drawn up inviting me to penetrate
her vagina, fringed by her dark blond pubic curls.
I slipped between her thighs, reaching underneath to caress the cheeks of her
soft ass then bringing my cock in contact with the wetness of her inner labia.
I looked directly into her eyes, as she did mine.
There was no shame or hesitation, only the kind of overpowering need that
subsumed any sense of propriety. The fact that she was my mother's sister not
to mention a married woman twenty years older and that this should never be
happening meant nothing. I was about to penetrate her vagina and share the most
intimate human embrace with my own aunt and no power on earth was going to stop
us.
As my tip parted her lubricated labia and began to spread her open, she
received me with a long moan of utter surrender. Her smooth folds drew me in
ever higher until I was fully ensheathed, resting against her belly with the
upper surface of my shaft rubbing unavoidably on her engorged clitoris.
There was only the slight squeaking of the bed accompanying her involuntary
moans and cries and muffled gasps of pleasure as we rhythmically rocked back
and forth in our carnal embrace. With her mouth next to my ear she whispered
almost inaudibly,
"Mmmm, yesssss..right there...mmm...ahh,ahhh,Chris..I'm...I'm going to come."
A few more thrusts and I felt her buttocks stiffen and her thighs squeeze
together. I opened my eyes to look into her face as her mouth gaped open. She
emitted a deep, wrenching moan as if her whole body was tightening like a
spring. My index finger reached down at the last moment and stroked the side of
her throbbing clit in a rapid circular motion that sent her over the top in a
spasm of pleasure. She came with a massive cry and shudder.
As her thighs continued to quiver under me, an involuntary expression of her
deepest passion, all the teasing, all the games, all the feelings I experienced
as she had exposed herself converged in one moment. The sensation went from the
base of my balls to the soft tip at the end of my penis, now being massaged by
her vaginal walls.
After a last futile effort to resist the inevitable, I exploded in an intense,
convulsive orgasm. It was almost as if I were turning inside out. Spasm after
spasm ejaculated what felt like a quart of semen into the inner envelope of her
vagina.
After collapsing against her for a moment I realized I hadn't even lost my
erection. Which was fine with her as I would soon find out.
******
"Mmm...that felt great for starters. You must have been holding back for some
time. I could feel every spurt of your come against my cervix. Why don't you get
a taste of your own come and I'll show you how much girls are just like boys."
I slid down over her belly drawing one of her large, erect nipples into my mouth
and fondled the underside as she lay on her back. Then, I lifted one of her
thighs and began slowly licking down the inside toward my ultimate destination.

Her inner lips glistened with a glaze of mixed outpourings. I held the lips
apart with my fingers and bent down to lightly lick the length of her slit. It
was musky and a bit salty and metallic. As I tongued the side of her clitoris
she moved her hand along her thigh and began playing with her own lips, getting
her fingers damp. Then she inserted two fingers up into her vagina, all the
while whispering for me to lick her clit faster and faster. She began
thrusting her hips up and down against her fingers, stroking from inside with
greater and greater urgency.
"Don't stop yet...please darling...keep licking until...until I'm..mmm..