I Was Attracted To My Former Nanny

No sexual activity involving a person under 18 years old is mentioned.

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Mom and Dad were elated when they found out they were pregnant. They planned it ahead and were successful the first month they tried. Dad just got a promotion to a supervisor in a tech company, and Mom finished college and was thinking whether to seek a job vs. raising their first child. Dad chuckled and said, "Honey, let god decide. If you don't get pregnant within the first 6 months of trying, it will be a sign for you to have a job and delay the timing of our children.

The pregnancy and the delivery were flawless, and there was no happier couple in the world. However, within days they realized there WAS a problem. Mom's breasts did not produce enough milk. She tried power pumping, breast massages, and everything else known to man but to no avail. Dad suggested using the formula, but my mother refused, claiming it was not healthy enough for her son.

Fortunately, in the building next to us lived a nice young family, and the woman just delivered a baby 2 days before I was born. This woman had the opposite problem Mom suffered; she produced too much milk, and after nursing her baby, she pumped the rest and either sent it to the nearest hospital or dumped it. Mom offered to pay her if instead she'd nurse both her son and me for a few months. The lady, Aimee, agreed, and in the following 4 months, she nursed Ron, her son, and me, Aaron, simultaneously.

...

Ron and I became buddies since birth and remained very good friends for life. WE studied together, played together, and concocted on others bad tricks together. Ron's father was hardly at home. His work involved frequent travels to faraway destinations, helping companies to organize better, returning home for a couple of days, and leaving again.

Aimee was a short, somewhat chubby woman with a constant smile. Ron and I liked her immensely; unlike most mothers, she never reprimanded us for our shenanigans. She laughed them off but reminded us that some people may not appreciate our naughty behavior, and one day it would cost us. We giggled and ignored her warnings. Whenever we invited her to play with us, she joined and was cheerful even at times when, as little children, we jumped all over her. Growing up, she was our model parent.

In high school, Ron was a better athlete, while I was a better student. We complemented each other and helped one another when needed. In our senior year, Ron began going out with a female athlete who was a year younger than us. All of a sudden, I had a lot of free time without my buddy. I continued to visit Ron's house even when he wasn't there. I recall the time I complained to Aimee that my buddy left me for a girl. She giggled and said, "Aaron, you are 18 now. And like Ron, you look very handsome. Isn't it time for you to go out with a young lady as well?"

Not bothering to think, I answered, "But the only woman I like is you."

She grinned, hugged me tightly, and mumbled, "I know, honey, and my heart has a warm spot for you too. However, it's time to grow up and find a good mate."

Since childhood, that was the first time Aimee hugged me like that and I hardly listened to her words; Her massive tits crushed against my lower chest, stirring my penis. Before that episode, whenever I jacked off, my thoughts focused on famous actresses like Scarlett Johansson or Christina Hendrix. But after the hug, my mind imagined Aimee's ample mammaries.

One day, I arrived at their house somewhat early, entered through the back door, and saw nobody around. I sat down in the living room and watched TV. Ten minutes later, Aimee came out of the bathroom wearing only panties and a bra. I was mesmerized: Her figure was not what most people would consider the ideal body: She was short, especially while walking without high heels, and her belly was fuller than optimal, yet her humongous tits, which were barely contained in her tents size bra cups were breathtaking. I ogled her giant rack speechless.

Aimee noticed me when she was halfway toward her bedroom. She didn't try to cover herself, but laughed, "Sorry, honey. I thought nobody but me was in the house. I hope you survive the shock of being exposed to a middle aged cow."

I woke up from my daze and blurted, "Aimee, you are young and beautiful. Your body is perfect."

She grinned, "Aaron, that is very nice of you to say that. However, the body I see in the mirror day in and day out is far from perfect. I think it's time to start a diet and go for breast reduction."

I begged her, "Aimee, please don't."

"Why not? my huge tits finished their task when Ron and you stopped nursing. My husband is rarely in the house, so their attraction is no longer an issue. Removing half the size will make it easier to walk and... find normal size clothes."

"But right now, you look amazing. If you go for a reduction, you'll be like any other woman..."

She stared at me, "Are you a titman?"

I stuttered, "I like biiig tits, but espeecially yours..."

She sat by me, still in her panties and bra, and said, "I think you should look around. I've seen plenty of spring chickens flaunting big boobs."

I lowered my gaze and muttered, "I don't care about them. You are a MILF. I see YOU in my dreams."

"I can't believe that. Even if we ignore the oversized tits, my figure is not even close to being sexy."

I blushed. She inquired, "What is it?"

I whispered, "You'll hate me if I tell you."

"Honey, you are nuts. It doesn't matter WHAT it is. I can NEVER hate you!"

I sighed and leaned back on the backrest, "Still don't get it?"

Her eyes glanced at the big bulge in my pants, and she smiled, "That is the best compliment I've had in years. But tell me why me? I am almost family, too old, and I do not look like Emma Stone."

"I loved you all my life, but only recently I realized it turned from a purely emotional love to a physical one as well."

"Aaron, for god's sake, I am married, and my son is exactly your age. Do you have an Oedipus Complex?"

"No Oedipus Complex. I am not attracted to my mother. I find YOU irresistible. Look, I said too much already. Do you wish me to never return unless Ron is in?"

"Stop the nonsense. Of course I want you to keep me company. I like you a lot, and these days neither my husband nor Ron spends much time in the house."

"Would you come with me to the movies?"

Aimee gave me a strange look and kept quiet for a long moment before answering, "Is tomorrow at 5:30 pm OK?"

"Fantastic! What kind of movies you like to watch?"

"You choose, but please, no gory one. I hate too much blood."

"I'll check the listing and pick you up at 5:30, hopefully it'll be a good movie."

...

I parked my car in front of Aimee's door at 5:30. I waited in the car for 5 minutes, but she didn't come out. Did she change her mind?

I rang the doorbell and she opened the door. I ogled her, drooling. She had on a short beige dress with low neckline and 3" heels matching color shoes. Aimee put on red lipstick, which I have never seen her do before.

She saw my reaction and grinned, "I didn't get out of the house, because I was unsure if it was too much, or actually, too little..."

"Aimee, you look gorgeous. To think of it, I don't remember ever seeing you outside your house. By the time the movie is over, in your current attire, you'll break many hearts."

She folded her arm with mine, "If a guy gets the wrong idea, you'll protect me, won't you?"

I smiled, "With my life!"

She strolled before me toward the car. My eyes concentrated on her swaying butt cheeks. Chubby or aged, she was the epitome of a sexy vixen. My expanding dick felt the same thing.

In the car, she said, "You have no idea how good it was to hear you wanted me to join you at the movies. I haven't been to the theater in decades. I would never impose myself on Ron, and my husband is never home, and on those rare occasions he shows up, he is too tired to get out of his couch."

"Aimee, I'd be delighted to take you out whenever you wish. And it doesn't have to be only to the movies. It can be to a restaurant, the park, or a concert."

I continued driving, with my eyes on the road, but from the corner of my eye, I noticed her inspecting my face. I was curious to know what she thought at that moment, but I was afraid to ruin the good vibe in the air.

I found a parking spot about 200 feet from the theater. As we walked side by side, Men of all ages ogled Aimee. As expected, her giant rack grabbed most of the attention. She noticed the hungry eyes, put her hand in mine and mumbled, "I feel like I am being undressed on the street."

"Lady, you are VERY attractive. People, mainly men, have eyes, and they like to look at highly attractive women."

"I guess I was homebound for too long. Last time I felt this way was at my honeymoon, about million years ago."

"As I said, I'd love to take you out anytime you wish. And to be clear; it's not a favor for you. I'll be proud to be seen with the sexiest woman I know."

Her face turned red, "Aaron, stop that..."

"Why?"

"Because you are embarrassing me and behaving in a flirty way."

"Aimee, I'll say it only once; I am smitten by you. I love your help throughout my life, your blue eyes, your beautiful smile, and... your figure. Perhaps it's flirting, but if I knew I had a chance of having more of you, I'd be the happiest man alive."

She didn't react, and we entered the theater. When we were in, she smiled at me, "You never told me which movie we'll watch."

"Poor Things with Emma Stone. It got good reviews, and I thought you'd like it."

We sat down somewhere in the middle. The room was only half full, likely because it had already been playing for several weeks. Aimee refused popcorn or soda, so we just sat and watched the commercials. Sitting that close to her, I could smell her floral perfume. I liked it, and told her that.

She gazed at me, "Aaron, are you planning to butter me up the whole time, or enjoy the movie?"

"Sorry. I said what I felt. From now on, I'll be quiet."

Aimee leaned on my shoulder, "Honey, I didn't mean to offend you. I just miss the old Aaron, who I could joke with without being ogled at."

"I apologize for growing up and finding in you more than just an old nanny and a friend..."

She whispered, "If it helps, I find you a very good looking young man and a gentleman."

"I wish a day would come when you'll find even more..."

She leaned onto my chest and murmured, "Honey, I get what you want. But you are rushing things. Please be patient with me."

I placed my arm around her shoulder, and the movie began. For those who haven't seen the movie yet, I'll say that a young girl was brought back to life by a weird brain surgeon, who transplanted her with a new brain. Her physical appearance is normal, but like a newborn, she has no idea how to behave in the world, and during the film, her brain grows and learns to adjust to the new environment.

Initially, Aimee sat frozen, attempting to comprehend the plot, but after 15 minutes, her tense body relaxed. There were a few uneasy moments, in which Aimee's hand squeezed my thigh. I hugged her shoulder tightly. It resulted with the front of her dress separating somewhat from her body, and the tops of her tits were exposed to my eyes. When it happened, I was getting horny and my pecker jolted in my pants. I was happy the theater was dark, and Aimee could not see my new tent. Throughout the movie, while her eyes focused on the large screen, mine wandered between the screen and Aimee's glorious chest.

When the movie ended, Aimee smiled at me, "I enjoyed the movie immensely. You, on the other hand, were naughty. I bet you know very little about the storyline. Emma Stone's movie was not displayed on my bosom..."

I blushed profusely and mumbled, "I wasn't aware you noticed."

"I am not angry at you, but I do not understand what you find so fascinating in a couple of fat masses."

I laughed, "A classic statement made by a person without testosterone. We men are attracted to boobs. Not everybody like them in similar size or shape, but every heterosexual guy find tits erotic. Period. I just find YOURS especially intriguing..."

She giggled, "Women's clothes are made to make them look better than without them."

I joked, "If you can prove your point, I am willing to take the risk and judge for myself..."

She pointed a finger at me, "Aaron, you are very naughty. Shame on you!"

When I stopped by her door, Aimee glanced at me for a couple of seconds too long. I was tempted to kiss her, but I didn't dare. She blurted, "Thanks for a lovely evening."

"Aimee, when can I see you again?"

"My husband is coming home tomorrow and will stay home for the next 3 days. Ron will be around for 5 days before going on a week's trip with his girlfriend to Costa Rica."

"I'll visit once when Ron is around. I barely saw him lately. But may I also see you when both your husband and son are away?"

"Let's think it over during the days until that happens. I hate to see you regretting something you fantasize about. Good night sweet guy."

...

In the afternoon of the following day, Ron texted me that he was home and asked me to join them for dinner. It was unusual to see the whole family at home. Ron's father sat at the head of the table. He smiled at me, "Aaron, I heard you were doing very well. Have you decided yet what you want to be when you finish?"

"It will be something to do with engineering, but I haven't decided which specialty yet."

"Well, ANY of them should be fine and give you satisfaction in life."

Ron looked at me and smirked, "Talking about satisfaction, how come you haven't gotten a girlfriend? Lisa, my current girl, tells me a few girls tried to catch your attention, but you ignored them all. Don't tell me you've turned gay."

My face became crimson-red, and I mumbled, "Not really." I felt Aimee's hand squeezing my palm under the table as she said to Ron, "Hey, buddy, stop harassing your BFF. I am sure when time comes, he'll find the right mate."

Ron lamented. "I know, but it's disappointing we cannot double date."

I giggled, "Be happy we don't, you can spend quality time with your girl without being scared I'll steal her from you."

He laughed, "You wouldn't do it to a good friend, would you?"

I don't know what made me say it, but at the time it sounded funny, "Ronnie, in war and love, rules do not apply. If I fell in love with her, I might steal your girlfriend and even your mother."

Ron and his father stared at me and burst into laughter. Lisa joined them soon after. Aimee's facial expression was uninterpretable.

During the dinner, I glanced at Lisa several times. She was the typical pretty chick: Blonde long hair, cute face, and athletic figure with smallish breasts. Ron and many other guys were attracted to her physique, but my taste was different, and admittedly... unusual.

Now and then, I stole a glimpse at Aimee, who was quieter than usual. She pretended to be busy working the table, but whenever our eyes met, she had a tiny mysterious smile. It was an encouraging sign. Like always, the food was delicious. When it was over, Ron and his father went to Aimee, kissed her cheek and thanked her for the delicious food. I did the same and whispered, "I love you." She pretended not to hear it and went toward the kitchen.

Later, Lisa, Ron, and I went to his room and played a board game. During a break, I went to pee. On the way Aimee caught me and smilingly said, "Aaron, don't ever say it again when others are here. You'll get both of us in trouble."

"Sorry, I couldn't resist."

"You'll have to choose; either you comprehend the unique risky situation we may be getting into, or you are still a child, and in that case, stay away from me."

"Mea culpa. It will never happen again. I miss you..."

She grinned, "Be good."

I returned to Ron's room but my head was no longer in the game, and I lost. Ron chortled, "You see, my girlfriend energizes me, and my brain is better focused than yours. Find a pretty lady, and your life will be much more pleasant. Right Lisa?" He kissed her lips, and she hugged him.

Both of them seemed to be ready to get it on, and I left the room. The father was no longer seen. He probably stayed in his room. I said goodbye to Aimee, and she mumbled, "Come visit again Friday afternoon, when everybody else is gone."

I said, "I feel the urge to kiss you."

Her face was flushed, "Go away before somebody catches us." I smiled and left.

...

Friday at 6 pm, I texted Aimee, 'Is everybody gone?'

Five minutes later I received a text, 'Not yet. Lisa is finishing a shower. Come here at 7.'

I sat in my room, daydreaming about Aimee. At last, it seemed like my fantasy would turn into a reality. The mere thought warmed me and my dick began hardening. I shaved, showered thoroughly, wore clean clothes, and looked through the window. Ron's car left at 6:38 pm. I waited until 7 to make sure he didn't forget something and returned home to retrieve it.

I rang the bell and heard Aimee calling from inside, "It's open. Sit in the living room, and I'll be back in a minute."

Twenty minutes later, she came out of the bathroom. She had on a long, pretty, white robe. Her face was done with a touch of makeup and red lipstick. I said, "You look terrific. You have no idea how difficult it is for me to resist my temptation to kiss you."

She grinned, "Honey, be patient. Would you like a piece of cake with a cup of coffee?"

"Coffee will be good with a piece of... you."

Aimee laughed, "You have a one track mind, haven't you?"

"After waiting for too long, are you surprised? I was ready to take you in my arms the other day during the dinner..."

"If you did it, I'd die of shame."

"May I kiss you now as a resuscitation attempt?"

She sighed, "You don't give up easily, do you?"

I approached her slowly. She just stood there with a smile on her face. I gingerly lifted her chin and tenderly kissed her luscious lips. She moaned and then murmured, "For a tough, stubborn guy, the kiss was very sweet."

I wrapped my arms around her and said, "It was an appetizer. I just wished to taste you."

"And how was it?" She teased.

"I couldn't tell for sure. I need to try a longer one."

She chuckled, "You are taking advantage of me feeling weak in the knees."

As my lips touched hers, she parted them, allowing me free access to her mouth. My tongue searched for hers and looped around it in a happy dance. I sucked on her lips, savoring their sweet softness. She clutched onto my body and her large boobs sent shivers in my spine. My heart thumped like galloping wild horses, as my hands started trailing her warm body. The closer I came to her chest, Aimee's breathing turned faster and shallower. Eventually my quivering fingers reached her mounds. She groaned into my mouth and hugged me tighter.

Next, I slipped my palm into her robe and cupped her giant breast. It was softish yet firm. The nipple was rock hard. Aimee whimpered, and her hand reached down to my raging cock. She caressed it gently. She disengaged from my face, looked at me and whispered, "Honey, the whole time you wanted me, I felt the same way about you. But I would have never dared doing anything about it."

"Aimee, for a long time you appeared in all my fantasies. I imagined you naked, but I have to actually see and touch it to believe it's not just another dream."

She looked worried, "My heart is working 1000 beats per minute. What will I do if you get disappointed? Don't forget I am not that young anymore..."

"Aimee dear, I love Y O U, and no matter what your body looks like, nothing will change it. But for some reason, I doubt I'll be disappointed."

She gazed into my eyes and hesitated for a couple of seconds. Then she opened the belt's knot, and gradually removed the robe from her shoulders. I gasped as my pole extended an extra 2". My eyes focused on her 2 marvelous twin mountains. Despite Aimee's age and their size, the orbs sagged less than I expected, defying Newton's law of gravitation. The large pinkish areolas surrounded pointy, darker nipples, which stared at me, challenging me to say anything negative about them.