Many years ago when I was a hormonally driven teenager but not that popular with the girls, I had something happen to me which I apparently had suppressed for some reason. As I think back on it now, I wish it hadn’t slipped into the subconscious, for the memory is so pleasant now.
For the past several months I have been corresponding regularly with several ladies who I met via stories they have published on various sites dedicated to erotic literature. In our discussions, the question of when we lost our virginity has come up and I always relate a story about how I lost it to an older woman. In fact, she was the mother of a friend of mine. The experience was wonderful and we continued for a while after just enjoying the moment. Because of this experience, which happened when I was about 16, I tended to not look at girls my own age as I probably should have. They didn’t “have the same appeal as my older lover”. Ironically, I took her daughter to the junior prom, but only got a kiss and a hand job for it. Most of my buddies were getting laid that night. Oh well, that’s not where this story is going.
When I was approaching my 18th birthday this special event happened, and I can’t believe I forgot all about it until just now, some 40 years later. My father’s brother lived three doors down from us. His wife happened to have the same name as my mom, and since they both had the same last name, you can imagine the problems that caused in the local social circles, especially since my mom is the straight arrow in the family and my aunt was a bit looser, so to speak. I had been stopped by the police for speeding, and when the officer saw my license, he asked if I was related to Margaret Smith (not my real name). I said my mom’s name was that, and so was my aunt. We discussed this a bit more and determined he was talking about my aunt. He let me off with a warning and said to say hello to my aunt.