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He found it difficult to keep his eyes off his Aunt Pat during her stay with his parents, and to maintain the impression of normality when his parents were in the house. He also struggled to hide his frequent hard-ons. On the other hand this all added to the high level of excitement that he felt most of the time, the struggle to act normal increased the sexual arousal. At part-way between his eighteenth and nineteenth birthdays he had limited sexual experience.
All that was now rapidly changing. The woman who had seduced him and with whom he had now had sex several times was two-and-a-half times his age, experienced, and broad-minded. More than that -- she was, of course, his mother's sister, and there was no denying that the taboo of what they were doing was a large part of the thrill.
Even when his parents were at home there were stolen, secret moments. His aunt encouraged him to switch his mobile off much of the time and, at a secret signal from her while they were all watching television or such, he would switch it on and discover a saucy text that she had sent earlier. She herself would be sitting talking to his parents while he read the message. Then again there were the fleeting, furtive gropes and fumbles in the kitchen while he and his aunt washed the dishes after meals.
Initially he had been resistant and shy to her advances, but his shyness with her had now almost gone.
All through breakfast time he had been trying to conceal his erection, and had willed the clock to hasten the moment when his parents would both leave for work. His father would be out all day, but his mother was due back around lunchtime so that she could spend some time with her sister. The previous evening he and his aunt had worked out another role-play by text to indulge in that morning. He was thrilled at her genuine enthusiasm for acting out scenarios, and her ability to carry it off in a realistic way that didn't seem corny or make him feel stupid or over-kinky. A couple of days earlier they ha visited a seedy hotel together with her dressed and acting as a hooker.
At last the moment came for his parents' departure for work. He tried to sound casual as he said goodbye, but his adrenaline and testosterone were pumping through him. Once the car pulled out of the drive he waited for a few minutes, then headed up to his room. He could hear his aunt moving about upstairs. Every footstep, every opening and closing of a drawer or door quickened his pulse.
He heard her bedroom door open and heard her footsteps on the landing, then descending the stairs. He heard the lounge door open, but there was no sound of it closing.
He made himself wait for a few more minutes, then headed very softly downstairs.
He peered through the crack in the open doorway of the lounge. His Aunt Pat was sitting on the sofa reading a book, with her legs stretched out on the throw before her. They were long and despite her age they were till quite shapely. Her pink cotton sundress made her look very inviting. It was a wrap-over style that he found erotic. How tempting it was to walk in on her and pull it easily open as she lay reclining there, without having to bother with buttons or zip, and without the need to pull her forward to unfasten it from the back!
It hugged her small, firm breasts -- its neckline puckered out from them a little -- and fitted tightly against her flat belly. He stared at the alluring but subtle rise and fall of her breasts under the pink fabric. Her dress lay in loose, sensual folds across her lap. It reached part way down her thighs, which were pale and lean.
The top of her shallow cleft was visible above its neckline, and one narrow strap had slipped off her shoulder. She had an innocent air. This, and the seediness of spying on her -- even though they had both arranged it, it was supposedly without her knowing -- made him feel ashamed. That she was his mother's sister made him feel especially guilty -- and especially excited, too.
It was evident from the way her dress hugged each modest orb that his aunt was not wearing a bra underneath, and her nipples showed faintly against the soft-looking cotton. She was playing with her pendant as she read. He looked at her smart hair, her natural, unglossed lips, and the pale skin of her face. He gave his crotch a rub through his jeans.
Still gazing intently at her book, his Aunt Pat began to trace her fingers nonchalantly up and down the pale, slightly lined skin above her cleft and of her neck. She turned the page, and a few moments later her fingers began to trace, slowly and seemingly innocently, across the skin above her neckline. Almost imperceptibly her long, slender fingers began to trace along the neckline. In a whisper too low for her to hear he urged her to slip her fingers inside.
He drew his breath in sharply but softly in admiration. Encouraged by her continued, but feigned oblivion to his spying on her through the crack of the partly-open door, he whispered a little louder. He made sure that she would be able to hear him, but knew that she would pretend not to.
"Reading smut, eh, Auntie Pat? And -- yes, I do believe -- you are! You're touching your tits as you do it! At your age, too! You naughty... SLUTTY auntie!"
Her whole hand was now moving innocently and lightly over her small orbs, gliding subtly over the pink cotton of her dress. The wrap-over dress slid open a little bit, partly exposing her breast. The teasing view aroused him intensely and he stared at the portion of bare flesh, then back to the tender movement of her hands. She cupped her orb and kneaded it subtly and tentatively.
He let his gaze wander from her breasts to her slightly-lined neck and face, and to her slender legs and thighs, but soon found his attention drawn back to the movement of her long, lithe fingers. She began to stroke the orb of her modestly sized breast casually, her eyes still resting on her book.
"Oh yeah, Auntie. Get playing with that tit! Go on, fondle it properly, you sexy woman..."
Her fingers ran lightly but briefly up and down her cleft then down to the neckline of her dress again. She turned the page and removed her hand to rest it on the sofa. She raised one knee, causing her hem to ride half way up her pale, lean thigh. She shifted a little more, and the wrap-over of her dress slid open at her pale inner thigh, exposing it quite high. He stared hungrily at it -- and at the shadow between her thighs. The throw that covered the sofa was creased.
"Mmm, great legs, Auntie. I'd love to grope and kiss them for you... yeah, and kiss what's between them...", he muttered as he tugged on his hard cock.
Still pretending to be unaware of him watching her, his aunt returned her hand to her breast, She stroked it through her dress more purposefully, running round slowly in circles and pausing for a few moments to caress the modest undercurve before resuming its slow circling movements on her orb.
He rubbed his tautening cock.
"Oh yeah you bad aunt... go on... tease that nipple till it goes big and hard and pricks against your sexy dress!"
Still gazing at the page of her book she cupped her breast and squeezed it gently, then rolled it round. He watched her flesh move subtly but deliciously in response, unrestrained by any bra under her dress. His aunt let out a sigh of pleasure.
She flicked her fingertip slowly backwards and forwards. The sight was very alluring, and to his delight he saw her nipple begin to jut against the thin, soft cotton of her dress. She looked away from her book to the tender movements of her fingers as she teased herself -- and him. Still she avoided looking towards the door where he knelt largely hidden.
He tugged on his swollen cock through his jeans
"Go on, yes, that's it, Auntie! Play with that forty-odd year old nipple. Go on, make it go harder! Oh, yeah, yeah, what a lovely sight!"
She began to pinch her nipple through her dress, and to knead her breasts more purposefully. She removed her hand to turn the page of her book again, and then to his immense delight she slid her hand slowly down inside her neckline. He played with his member again as he watched the sensual ballooning movement of her pink dress as she touched herself up inside it.
To watch her doing such an intimate thing aroused him greatly, and the pretence that she was unaware made it seem even more seedy, illicit, dirty. He felt a flush of combined guilt and arousal as he reminded herself that the woman he was watching was his aunt. She gave a soft whimper. He blew his breath out through his puffed cheeks and pursed lips.
