**Authors note.
This is a rework of "My aunt was my first". After some of the feedback I received I decided to see if I can improve on it. I feel this version is much better than the original, which I'll admit was not to good. Thank you in advance for you time to read this improved version. Please enjoy and comment any opinions. **
As far back as I could remember I always had a big crush on my aunt.
On my 19th birthday I got a great little gift. Most of my family was over at my house for my birthday party. I came from a close family and everyone hugged a kissed each other. When I saw my aunt I quickly went over to say hello. We of course hugged, and when I went to kiss her on the cheek I "accidentally" caught the corner of her lips. I didn't know if she took notice or not, but it was beautiful. I immediately felt blood rushing to my cock.
It was a nice little party, I did have to stop myself from constantly staring at her. After that little kiss all I could think about was going further. The next coming weekend she needed someone to do some work done on her kitchen cabinets. Of course I offered to help out. I loved hanging out with her, especially when the rest of the family was not around. I was gonna stay the weekend because we did not live too close and driving back and forth would be a bitch.
That Saturday night she just happened to have a blind date. The thought of her going out with someone made me sick to my stomach but there was nothing I could do about it. To make matters worse she looked stunningly beautiful. She stood 5'8" tall with long brunette hair that reached the middle of her back. She had your typical Italian olive colored skin tone, without a blemish to be seen. Her tits stood round and firm. She was 44 at the time and there was no sign of any sagging on her 38 C cup tits. Yes I had peeked in her laundry when she was in the shower. Her hips and ass could stop traffic. They just begged to be touched. Her legs were not slender but had great definition of muscle. When she wore jeans her thighs filled out all the fabric. But she was not wearing jeans that night. She was dressed in a tight fitting shirt that was low cut and showed off her ample cleavage. She wore a black leather skirt that was about knee length and stockings that went all the way up her thighs, and below the knee length boots.
She seemed a little nervous and kept asking me if she looked good. Of course, I told her she looked at great, but if she only knew just how hot I thought she was and how turned on I was. I assured her that the guys jaw would drop at the site of her. When she left I gave her a hug and held a little longer than usual. I was melting at the feel of her tits pressed against me. I gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth and wished her to have a good time. She took notice that I caught her lip cause she looked at me and said "oh, you're so sweet" and gave me a tiny peck back on my lips.
When she left I ran to her bedroom, went in her dresser drawer grabbed a pair of her panties. I also grabbed a pair from the hamper. I got in her bed, wrapped the clean panties around my cock, which was rock hard of course, and feverishly jerked off while holding the dirty pair to my nose and mouth. I laid there fantasizing about touching and kissing her body. My body was quivering with emotions. After only a couple of minutes I shot my load. My cum shot high into the air and fell back down all over my hand and crotch. I used her panties to wipe myself off and then hid them in the middle of her hamper.
When she got home she seemed upset and a little drunk. She went to drop her purse on the table but missed. When it hit the floor it fell open and some stuff fell out. Before she fell herself I put my arm around her waist and led her to the couch. When I went to pick up her purse I noticed that a pack of condoms fell out. Again I felt sick. I've always been a jealous man, and even though she was 25 years my elder and my mother's sister, I still did not want anyone touching her.
"What is wrong with men? All he wanted to talk about was his job and his car. He didn't care about anything I had to say. He didn't look at my face, he only stared at my tits the whole time." When she said this she pulled up the front of her shirt and covered her cleavage.
"Fuck him! He's an asshole then. You're an awesome woman, and guy would be lucky to go on a date with you. Also, It doesn't matter how beautiful you are it's disrespectful to just stare at your chest like that." At this point I was on autopilot. I had my hand gently on her thigh, the feeling of her stocking under my hand put me close to heaven. I was turning up the charm. Why the hell not I figured. Even if nothing happened at least I'd make her feel better.
"How'd you get to be so nice. You must have girls crawling all over you. You're a handsome young man, and such a gentleman."
"Yeah, I'm not that great, I'm single, I can't find that special girl. Maybe I set my standards too high. I want a girl that'll make my knees weak. Even a girl half as beautiful as you would do it." Did I really just say that, I thought to myself.
"Oh, you're making me blush, stop it. In any case you'll find her, but whatever you do, don't you settle for less then what your looking for."
My hand on her thigh started to sweat and I didn't want to become obvious, so I pulled it away. She shifted and was saying that her feet hurt from her boots. So she put her legs up across my legs and rested them there.
