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 hadnât 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 didnât âhave the same appeal as my older loverâ. 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, thatâs not where this story is going.
When I was approaching my 18th birthday this special event happened, and I canât believe I forgot all about it until just now, some 40 years later. My fatherâs 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 momâs 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.
I saw my aunt a few days later at her house, where she was sitting on the top step of her porch. I approached and leaned down to give her a hug hello. When I bent down, I could see she wasnât wearing a bra, and her perky little tits were just sitting there for me to see. When I told her what the cop said, she smiled. I was still standing in front of her and was looking down her blouse. Of course, my cock was starting to stiffen a little, because my aunt was quite the looker, and at that time, was about 40 years old and in very good shape. I asked her why the cop let me go because I was related to her. She said that he âowed her a favorâ. I asked her why did he owe the favor, and she replied that âI wouldnât understandâ. I asked why I wouldnât understand, and she said it had to do with something she had done for him, and thatâs all I really needed to know. I pressed on, because I had heard rumors that my aunt liked the men, and since my uncle was an over the road truck driver, she would have plenty of time to screw around if she wanted. She said to just leave it at that. I said okâŠand I continued to stare at her tits. She asked me if I wanted something to drink, and I said âsureâ and followed her into her house, taking care to admire her fine rear end encased in shorts as she proceeded me into the house. I swore she didnât have any panties on because there was no panty line visible. I realized I had a hot aunt in front of me.
She got me a glass of lemonade and one for herself. She said we should sit in the living room because it was hot outside. I sat on the couch and she did too, a few feet away from me. She took off her shoes and put her legs up so that her feet up on my legs and asked me to rub her feet. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed, so I started to massage her feet. We talked about a lot of mundane things and as we talked, she started to move her one foot which I didnât have my hands on in my crotch. As I worked her other foot, she slowly moved her toes against my now stiffening cock. Afraid of what would happen, I changed feet and began to massage the other one. After a few minutes of massaging her feet, she breathed a sigh and said âthatâs lovely, you can do that anytime you wantâ. She still had her eyes closed, so I decided to be daring and started to rub the calf on one leg. She jumped a bit, and I asked if she wanted me to stopâŠ.She said no, it was the cold hand (from just holding the lemonade glass) that made her jump. So I continued to rub her calf and gradually moved my hand above her knee. The whole time I kept waiting for her to open her eyes, but she looked so contented. As I moved higher, I was getting very close to the bottom of her shorts, and at the same time, getting very nervous. My experiences with my friendâs mom gave me courage that I could satisfy a woman, but this was my aunt!
