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Sharing a Private Pleasure With My Aunt

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A beautiful memory of discovery and pleasure


This story is one of innocence and knowledge all at once. In the summer of my 17th year, my newly-widowed Aunt Joan moved into town. She had bought a house in our family's neighbourhood, and I was frequently dispatched to her assistance with moving in/gardening/lawn-mowing etc. by my parents. Joan was in her early 50s, a pleasantly plump brunette with fair skin and sparkling blue eyes. Her maturity equaled sexiness in my teen-aged mind, and I loved to look at 40+ type porn mags and imagine her posing in them. Needless to say, as a horny young man I was frequently masturbating, and more often than not, Joan would be my fantasy.

It was on a scorching summer day that my lustful imagination was satsisfied. I had gone to Aunt Joan's place to carry potting soil around for her, and when I arrived, she was working in the garden wearing a brown, one-piece swim suit. My eyes were drawn to the crotch of her outfit because curly black hairs were sprouting plainly all around the edges. She smiled and thaked me for coming over. Her nipples too were plain to my sight, as was the soft white flesh of her bum.

I tried not to stare and got to work, hoping my hard-on was not too obvious. After a while, I excused myself and went into her house to masturbate while the image of her furry cunt peeking from behind the thin fabric of her swimsuit was in my mind. I went into her bathroom and dropped my jeans, freeing my stiff and dripping cock and giving it a squeeze, sending more pre-cum oozing from my tip. While I slowly stroked, clenching my ass to keep from ending the delicious pleasure too soon, I heard my aunt enter the house. She called my name, and in a slightly panicked tone I squeeked that I was in the washroom. 'Oh don't use the one in the hall. The toilet is broken. Use the one in my bedroom,' she called out. I could hear her right outside the door, so I pulled up my pants and with trembling hands went out into the hallway with my hands still slick and an obvious bulge in my jeans. (more to come-I need to go beat off right now!)



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