I looked inquisitively around at Marie and Julian's quite spacious bathroom. I could hear Marie giggling from their bedroom next door. She had told me to wait for her in here whilst Julian and herself got things 'ready' for more fun and games together.
Slowly stroking my semi-stiff prick as I sat on their toilet seat. I admired the walk-in shower before my eyes settled on a laundry basket nestled in the corner. My heart and penis leapt with excitement, realising Marie's discarded underwear lay within.
I stood and walked over, my erect cock bobbing erratically, and lifted the basket lid. Right on top of the pile of dirty garments was a clear bag with a note attached.
'To my dear, sweet Nephew. Aunty Marie xxx.'
I eagerly picked the bag up, went back to sit on the toilet and looked inside. The aroma hit me first. That incredible entanglement of exotic perfume twinned with her unmistakeable musky odour of the sea.
I pulled out the contents to reveal a pair of dishevelled pink French knickers, shiny tan tights, black Cuban-heeled seamed stockings and a cream suspender belt.
I immediately proceeded to unroll the stockings and started to pull them onto my legs. Straightening them out, I stood up to don the suspender belt and attach the welts to the clasps.
Sitting back down, I was now stroking my veiny, thick prick rather considerably. I lifted the knickers and tights up to my nostrils.
Marie's cunt juices and stains permeated my senses and my hand started to fly quicker along the length of my throbbing cock shaft. The gusset of her worn tights had an acrid tang to their aroma. And, I knew she had left piss stains on them for me.
I settled back on the toilet, lifted my leg onto the radiator so I could best spread my legs and wrapped her knickers around my pulsating prick.
Oh, such joy! My bum hole was twitching for attention as my heavy balls bounced against my perineum merrily in time with my strokes. I closed my eyes and lost myself in Marie's sensuous scented gusset. Staining her French knickers with leaking pre-cum.
"Ooh! Now, that is a sight I have longed to see!" Marie's voice, delightfully, interrupted my lust driven reverie.
"Oh, Marie! You smell SO good. I just couldn't help myself." I moaned.
I opened my eyes to see Marie stood there dressed in heels, white pearls and a full, sheer black nylon body stocking. It complimented her curvy, size sixteen figure beautifully.
It had openings for the chest so her big, heavy tits spilled out of the nylon confinement. I looked down to see it was also crotchless and Marie was sliding her finger over her prominent labia and clitoris.
I unwrapped the knickers from my swollen prick and gripped the base to accentuate my rigidity. It throbbed eagerly at the sight of Marie.
"Mmm.. How do you like those tights, my darling Rich? It seems to me that you like them a great deal." She enquired with a naughty smirk.
"I love them, Auntie Marie. The smell makes me want to spurt my creamy cum so much." I breathlessly replied.
"I wore them last night whist your Uncle Julian finger-fucked me through them as we thought of our dear young Nephew using them. He made me gush and cum so much, Rich. Afterwards, as you can probably smell, I went to this very toilet and had a lovely pee in them."
She grinned as she gazed lustfully at my angry, red penis.
"I think I'm going to shoot my load, Auntie Marie." I moaned with excitement.
Her explicit explanation in her lovely, lilting middle-class accent was driving me over the edge, into ecstasy.
"Now, now, my dear sweet Nephew. Stop your playing, I need to chat with you."
She approached me and placed her hand on my arm to cease my administrations.
"I'm sorry, Marie." I panted.
I let go of my cock, leaving it straining, aching and pointing upwards.
"Now, Rich. Remember it's Auntie Marie now. Uncle Julian and I are so glad you are here for the weekend. We do adore dirty fun and with that we do like to be clean also. Both, inside and out."
She smiled down at me.
"What do you mean, Aunt Marie?" I asked. I was genuinely perplexed.
"Well, my sweet boy. You know how we love our bum holes diddled and played with? Well, Uncle and I do enjoy a lovely enema to clean us out, as it were. Do you know what that is, Rich?" Marie softly asked.
"I do, Auntie. I have read about them in erotic stories and, I have to admit, that when I did I wanted to play with my bum hole as well as my cock." I giggled naughtily.
Marie laughed.
"True, the thought is very arousing. But, Rich, you really should experience the real thing."