Between Aunty's legs
This is a true story which occurred about 10 years ago when I was 15. The names have been changed, although the passions I describe are as genuine in my heart today as they were when I was still in my adolescence. She was a beautiful fair skinned woman with short dark hair and an unimaginable figure. Unfortunately, she was also my mother’s sister. Rosina is my mother’s youngest sister. She was about 33 years old, at the time when this story took place. Rosina was a very solitary person, who had lived on her own until my parents asked her to move into our house. The intention had been that she would pay her bored and maintain her independence whilst being able to enjoy the benefits of family. In actual practice she turned out to be more of a control freak than a lodger. Whilst growing up, I had learned to hate her. This had remained my general attitude until one summer’s afternoon. I had just returned home from school and was seated in our lobby, scrambling through my school bag in search of a cassette which I was sure that I’d left at school. In frustration I looked up and all around the room, desperately hoping to see it anywhere. I did not see my cassette, but what I did notice was my aunt’s bedroom door. The shape of her key hole, illuminated by bright light from inside, together with what appeared to be signs of movement. My heart stopped, as I felt the sudden rush of knowing that I could see inside the private space of a woman. I had never thought of my aunt in this way, but at this time in my adolescence, seeing a real naked woman was my only real goal in life. Any man would understand these emotions, since we’ve all gone through them. Perhaps I had hated her so much that I no longer thought of her as an auntie but an outsider. I don’t know why I never stopped to consider the relationship, what I did do though, was quickly crawl across the room to her bedroom door and fasten my eye to the keyhole. I still remember with complete clarity, how every beat in my heart seemed drum so loud that I would fear her hearing me. I could not make out much, initially since it was only my aunt’s bare arm which was visible, as she sat just out of my field of vision. Suddenly, she moved right in front of the door and sat on her bed. My instinct was to run in case she saw my eye, yet I could not move. I was fixated. She sat in front of me nothing on but her bra and panties. She sat opposite me and was actually adjusting her bra. She pressed her breasts together, pulled her legs up and sat on the bed. I watched her stroke herself a little through her panties and then put on a pair of tights. I had never before wished to be an item of clothing, although at that time, I would have sold my very soul to have been those tights, sliding over her silky brown legs. She dressed slowly and lazily, before going off to put some makeup on. Nothing happened that day, although I tried to take advantage of every possible opportunity to be near her. Our bickering stopped and we started to talk more. I found myself skipping school on occasion just so that I could be with her whilst the house was empty. I’d sit with her in the breakfast table and innocently play footsie with her, as she sat there in her dressing gown. I started wearing revealing clothing and sitting close to her, whilst we talked. I don’t know at what point things changed, but eventually she started responding. The initial guesture was subtle, but my reaction was an instant hard-on. We were sitting together talking rather flippantly, when all of a sudden she laughed at one of my jokes and patted me on the thigh. I thought that was innocent enough, until she seemed to do it again, more nervously a second time. On her third attempt, she left her hand resting on my thigh and continued to talk to me innocently, whilst her hand gradually began to caress me, through my pyjamas. I had developed an instant erection and started talking rather randomly. The tone of her voice seemed to move from conversational to what I can only describe as erotic cooking. I responded in kind and we talked nervously about the room around us, as my hard penis seemed to be twitching against her hand through the fabric of my pyjamas. Although terrified that she might get cross upon feeling it, I couldn’t help but let it grow out and make it self noticeable, resting alongside the side of her hand. Desperate to hold, her I found myself totally driven by instincts. My elbow by this time had become dangerously close to her breasts. We both let out a sign as I touched them, whilst making an excuse to lean over her and get a newspaper that I clearly couldn’t reach. As my body leaned over her, she finally broke the ice and took a hold of my penis. I was over her lap, with my arm against her breasts, when I felt the electrifying force of her nails sliding up my thigh and then her fingers grabbing hold of my knob. Her thumb began to stroke its tip and I couldn’t help but moan her name. “Oh, Rosina ..,” I cut myself short not wanting to call her auntie. “You’re so sexy, Raj. So damn sexy. I want you.” I was shocked by her words, yet my entire soul melted when I felt her lean forward and kiss my neck lightly. My aunt hadn’t gone out with any men that I knew of and I found myself wondering if she was as desperate to make love as I was. I turned my head and confronted my fears, sucking her upper lip into my mouth, as I closed my eyes. We kissed and I tasted her mouth with my tongue, continuously moving my head to lick into and around her ears. She groped my penis and caressed my chest, as I sat on her lap, necking with her. Surprisingly, I hadn’t gone back to touch her breasts, but felt totally ecstatic when she took my hands and placed them over her breasts, squeezing them slightly, as I had seen her doing through the keyhole.