Part 1. Getting To Know Her Inside and Out.
Based on a real fantasy.
I'm not sure exactly when, but at some stage during puberty I developed a sexual attraction towards my Auntie Sally. Call it a cliché, but she is everything a man looks for in a woman. Curvaceous, amazing ass, gorgeous face that looked like a slutty Sandra Bullock, perfect tits -- and to top it all off she knew exactly how to present herself. Her tight pants, cleavage exposing tops and trendy hair just accentuated her features. She was already in her 30s and what any guy would call a MILF. Whenever I was showing family photos of her to friends they would always comment on the 'hot chick'. That being my auntie. Of course, I already had the hots for her at that point but kept my silence for fear of looking like some sort of incestuous freak.
Fantasising about her never grew old, and considering she was always updating her look, I always had something fresh to think about. One day my dream became a reality.
Sally wasn't my blood auntie, she was married to my blood uncle and had two kids with him, James and Sandra. My uncle was out on business a lot and I used to hang out with my cousins, who were practically like brother and sister to me. It was that fateful day that my life changed forever.
I was 18 and a virgin. Despite my intense and frustrating attraction towards Auntie Sally, I was pretty good at covering it up. Every now and then, I used to wonder if she somehow, as if by divine intervention, liked me as well. I got even harder thinking that she fantasised over me doing her as well.
Auntie Sally was in the kitchen, being a 'home-maker' she was often to be seen doing tasks around the house -- ones that involved her doing repetitive motions or bending over or bobbing down...that drove me absolutely crazy. It was a Saturday and I was over at her place, 'unfortunately' my cousin James went to the movies with his friends and Sandra was at another cousin's place. I had no idea that they wouldn't be home and arrived to find just Auntie Sally home. First time that happened since I was a kid. She offered me food and drink and said the kids wouldn't be back for at least another 3 hours, so if I wanted to stick around I could. Uncle Bob was interstate on business, of course. As she was fixing me something to eat I sat around at the kitchen bench talking to her and observing her as she moved around and bent over. "God I'm such a pervert' I thought. She was wearing her usual low cut tops and as far as I could see no bra. She leaned over the counter to talk to me.
"So how was your week been?" she enquired, "Exhausting, I've been up to my neck in tests and homework" I replied, "Oh, poor you. You need something to relax you" "Haha, yeah, that would be good, at least I have no homework today, that's a start" I joked
She must have noticed my eyes kept drifting down her top. It was unavoidable. Her body language was changing. I had no idea what to think.
"Would you like me to help relax you, Tom?" "Umm h-h-how?" I was stuttering like an idiot "Let your Auntie Sally give you a nice, soothing back rub" she said, innocently enough, "O-o-ok," my nervousness was obvious.
She came around to where I was sitting and put her hands on my back. Fuck, her hands felt so good on my back. With a couple rubs she was already relieving my stress
"How's that?" "Actually I can't feel it that much through my top" I said, calling her bluff, if it even existed, "Oh, that's no good, here, is that better?" She slid her hand under my top, her hands rubbing the bare flesh of my back "That's amazing...I mean that's really um, relaxing" "Gooood" she replied with a feline-like satisfaction
But of course, all this excitement was doing something to me and in no time I developed a raging hard on. I was half praying she wouldn't notice and half hoping she'd see it and do something. "What am I thinking?" I thought, "Here is my Auntie giving me an innocent back rub and I'm trying to turn this into something sexual. She is my Auntie after all, I can't just think of her like that" But I knew my train of thought regarding her was already corrupted. There was nothing I could do but savour the moment.
All of the sudden she stopped,
"Sorry Tom, I've got to finish off the food" "No worries, thanks for that" "My pleasure"
She went back around the counter and bent over again. But this time her movements were more deliberate. When she bent over she seemed to wiggle her ass side to side a little bit, and then she pushed it out as she was looking into the oven, I saw the outline of her ass and the best part, her camel toe. This was freaking me out. "Was she doing it on purpose" I wondered? All I knew was that if I did as much as stroke my dick, it would explode. My balls were ready to burst. She got back up and tended to the food on the stove. As she licked the spoon to sample the sauce she was making, she moved it in and out of her mouth slowly, half closing her eyes as she did it. "Surely she's being suggestive" I thought. Then the straw that broke the camel's back. She pointed out to the window behind me,
"What's that?" she asked, I turned around, there was nothing outside, when I looked back, the greatest thing ever happened. She was standing there, lifting up her top, exposing her boobs to me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not only was my auntie who I fantasised about endlessly and desired more than any woman in the world exposing her breasts to me, they were everything I imagined and better. So round and supple, perfectly shaped and her nipples -- my god -- they were rock hard. She must like me!
