l always had a special connection with my Aunt Alice, maybe because she always treated me like an adult even when l wasn't one. Sadly she moved out of state after getting remarried and our involvement was limited to phone calls here and there and cards at Christmas.
Maybe because l was now a grown man or because of the many miles between us when we did talk there were few rules. At first, when she'd ask me about my love life l thought it was her way of playing around with me, but in time l began to feel there was a lot more to it. That loving family way soon changed and we were now on par as adults exploring what was surely not normal, but neither of us was pulling back. I told her of my latest conquest, an older woman, and how l unexpectedly received my first strap-on fucking by her, and hopefully not my last. It was clear to me she was masturbating as l told my tale but who am l to judge especially with my cock in hand. When l finally began to ask about hers after many conversations of my own, in a kidding way l was sad to learn that hers was all but nonexistent, but she added that she had her ways. Thinking l was doing her a favor l dodged such conversations from that point on, although my curiosity was peaked.
A couple of years later l was going to be within reason of her place so l wanted to stop by and say hello at the least, she insisted l stay a week. Seeing l agree made her happy and about a month later l was only miles away.
l must say when l laid eyes on her l didn't see the Aunt l remembered but an older lady that only got better with age. Life on the farm had done her good and all but kept her from aging. Her warm embrace once again proved my cock had a mind of its own, leaving it rock-hard and wanting out.
In a playful tone, she commented: "It's nice to see you too, big boy." (rubbing her body against mine)
l told her that l was sorry but that she looked so good. Her face lit up and with a big smile she asked if l really thought so, kissing me again but this time softly on the lips. It was then that l knew she was missing love and surely lust in her life which was truly sad as she was a warm and now to my grown eyes, a very sensuous woman.
She confided with me how sex was all but unknown between her and her husband and she laughed when she said how she spends all her extra money on batteries, which l laughed too, getting the joke.
I did my best to walk that fine line between helping to make her feel good again and not being a pervert, she was family after all. The truth was l wanted to take her right there on the dining room table so when l stood up to shower l was sporting an even bigger hard-on leaving her to comment again and thank me for the kind words, but it was the longing in her eyes l took upstairs with me.
It began innocent enough to wash away the road traveled until in my shaving mirror that l had suction upon the shower wall l spotted her in the doorway. l turned my body slightly reviling to her the massive hard-on she caused, now not clouded by clothing. Through the milky image from the mirror, l watched as she lifted the dress she had on and began rubbing her pussy with one hand while massaging a breast with the other. With my soapy hand, l began to stroke myself, and although uncommon for me l met my end in mere minutes from the stored memories of just such an ordeal. Then when l refocused upon the mirror she was gone.
As l entered the hall l could hear sounds coming from its end, sounds l knew all too well. Taking the cracked open door as an invitation l slowly pushed it open even more to allow myself to squeeze inside. I had to do the same with a second door only to find my Aunt riding a suction dildo she had perched upon the edge of her iron tub.
She had her eyes closed as she found the rhythm she seemed, a far better view without going through that mirror. Her body was firm, only jiggly to her large breasts due to motherhood. For someone, l had thought to now be non-sexual she kept her pussy clean-shaved less a small patch of graying black hair just above her pearl. My cock was once again at the ready but out of respect, l resisted, offering myself no promises for later.
It might have been a good thing that her husband returned shortly after that, killing the sexual tension that was forming. I didn't think he ever thought much of me and that opinion didn't change now. Maybe because l never showed him the respect of calling him Uncle but there was no doubt our mutual disrespect was set in stone now, especially as he's not giving my favorite Aunt her due.
During dinner, my Aunt informed me that my Cousin Rebecca was going to arrive tomorrow and spend the weekend with us. Rebecca who most called Becky was always "Buck" to me, with no real reason and surely a term of endearment and not a slight. This fell upon glad ears as we always got along well and it's been just as many years since I've seen her also. l always felt like she had a crush on me but seeing she was a few years younger than me l never paid it much mind.
l woke to the smell of coffee and cooked bacon although it was still dark outside and soon thereafter l could hear the door slam as my so-called Uncle left to work the fields. Their creeky stairs took any sneaking off the table and soon after they stopped there was a tap upon the door. "You up?"
"Yes, come in." l answered back.
She entered holding a plate of breakfast, she was absolutely beautiful which only angered me toward her husband. Nothing but a flowered robe on and l mean nothing as l got a good glimpse as she strutted toward me. Her boobs were hard to contain with just a simple belt wrapped around her waist, but l began to think that was the plan all along.
l sat up in bed telling her l could have gone downstairs, but she would have non of that telling me how she wants to spoil me while I'm there. A good breakfast and a fantastic view were a great start to doing just that. She leaned into me kissing me on the forehead, but it was the weight of her breasts upon my chest that drew the most attention. She told me to come down when l was ready and to please bring my plate.
When l did make it downstairs l found my Aunt in cutoff jeans and one of my uncle's old shirts, tied in a knot showing her flat mid-drift. My thoughts must have given me away as she asked "What?" upon looking into my face. l could feel the blush forming upon my face when l answered back how good she looks.
