*****Disclaimer- All people in this story were over 18 when it occurred. ****
What can I say, I'm in love with my aunt. I love her as an aunt, someone who has always been thoughtful, kind, loving and generous. But I also find myself loving her as a beautiful woman, an object of my desires. I can honestly say that my first 18 years of life I never thought of my Aunt Claudia as a sexual object. A beautiful one sure, but not sexual. She is gorgeous, 5'8", slender build, 115lbs, firm ass and beautiful A cups to match her x-small panties. She got married later in life, maybe I even got a little jealous when she got married. None the less, I was always her special boy.
My first sexual deviation came by the way of my older sisters panties. One day I just happen to see a clean pair of beatifically floral satin panties. I've folded her laundry before but never thought twice about it, but someone about that satin just stood out. I found myself sneaking into her drawers to touch and see them. As you can imagine, it didn't take long for me to graduate to finding the dirty ones, the prized ones. I can remember the sweet musty smell, and the sweet, sweet tasty. I would inhale deeply and then suck every ounce of her juices up. Now it became an obsession. I found moms practical cotton panties, and my grandmothers silky "granny" panties. I was on the hunt, and then my aunt threw me a perfect pitch.