While this story involves a relationship between an 18 year old boy and his aunt, there is considerable content regarding the woman's natural appearance and the young man's fondness for that. Please check the story tags.
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Jimmy Webb awoke in a cold sweat, having bolted upright in the darkened room, and judging by the way the bedroom door opened quickly after his Aunt Meg ran down the hall, the young man knew that his nightmare must have come with a soundtrack courtesy of him screaming one again.
"You okay Jimmy?" Aunt Meg asked as she stood in the doorway, her plump figure silhouetted by the light from the hall behind her. "Jimmy?"
"Yeah Aunt Meg - I'm sorry," Jimmy said sheepishly as he cursed himself silently for being such a big baby yet again, but he was distracted by the sight of his usually modest Aunt Meg wearing a plain white nightie and nothing else.
While the nightie was nothing particularly erotic in itself, seeing his aunt like this certainly was. Jimmy was tempted to turn on the light so he could see better, because while he could easily make out the outline of the middle-aged woman's pendulous breasts through the satin as well as the shadow of what looked like a dense black triangle between her legs, he wanted to see more of what he often fantasized about in the months since he moved in to the divorced woman's house after Mom passed.
"Nothing to be sorry about honey," Aunt Meg cooed, sounding a lot like his Mom used to as she left the door ajar and came over towards the bed, and to Jimmy's delight she said on the edge of the mattress. "Dreaming about Mom?"
"Yeah."
"Want me to lay down here with you for a bit?" Aunt Meg offered and without waiting for the boy to answer brought her legs up onto the bed and shifted around so she was reclining while facing her nephew, propping her elbow onto the pillow next to his.
Jimmy's eyes went from the glorious sight of his aunt's breast swaying down towards the bedding to something he had never gotten more than brief limited views from peeking up Aunt's Meg's sleeves over the years, and even though he had relieved himself before falling asleep like he did every night, his dick was surging at the sight of the thick tuft of black hair that filled the large round cavern of her armpit.
Aunt Meg was talking to her nephew but Jimmy hardly heard her, so fixated was he at the sight of his Aunt there next to him almost naked. Her breasts Jimmy knew were large, but now unsupported by her 40D bra they looked even bigger than he had dreamed, and after wishing for months that Aunt Meg's would wear something without sleeves so he could really see her armpits, this was an embarrassment of riches for the perpetually horny boy.
"Jimmy?" Aunt Meg asked as she lowered her face towards her nephew's line of vision, and when the boy realized his aunt was trying to get his attention she repeated, "What are you looking at honey?"
"Uh - nothing. Sorry. Daydreaming," Jimmy mumbled as he looked up at his Aunt Meg, and she had a little smile on her face when he blushed while trying and failing to keep his eyes meeting hers.
"You can tell me honey," Aunt Meg said softly, and as she spoke her left hand reached up and brushed her short wavy hair away from her cheek, making the lad's distractions double briefly. "Tell your Aunt Meg. It's okay."
"Uh..."
"I mean, I know I'm not as pretty as those ladies in your magazine," Meg said, and when Jimmy's head swiveled around in panic she added. "I wasn't snooping honey. You left in on the night table one day last week - along with your socks."
Jimmy's face turned red at the mention of the issue of Hippie Girls that he had bought at the adult book store the day he turned 18, and as for the socks, they were a trick a friend at school had told him about. Slipping his erection into a sock when he masturbated kept the mess intact, but the thought that his aunt had seen the stiff twisted sock and figured out what it was humiliated him as much as her seeing the magazine.
"I'm sorry," Jimmy mumbled, kicking himself for being so careless.
"Nothing to be sorry about honey," Meg assured him. "You're a growing fellow with needs, and while I obviously was never a boy, believe me that when I was your age I did much the same thing. I used to fantasize about movie stars like James Dean - he was popular back then."
"You did?"
"Of course, and with me being all alone now - well - let's just say that I think that I need a boyfriend as bad as you need a girlfriend," Meg explained. "I even looked at your magazine a little. Some of those ladies are even hairier than I am."
With that Meg lifted her arms and looked at the thick tuft of black hair that she hadn't bothered shaving since her husband passed away a couple years ago.
"I should shave though," Meg mused. "I'm as hairy as a man."
"No," Jimmy said quickly. "I mean - there was a Sophia Loren movie on TV last month and she didn't shave either."
"Well, I'm no Sophia Loren," Meg replied as she watched Jimmy staring at her nipples which were pressing hard into the satin nightie. "Even if I lost a little weight. Tell me honey - when you pleasure yourself do you always look at your magazine?"
"No - sometimes I think about - girls."