The next day I went to Aunt Jill’s (my father’s older sister house). I hadn’t seen her for awhile, and stopped going regularly to visit her after my mid-teens. Although I remember I used to go a lot, and when Aunt Jill came down stairs to greet me, I remembered why.
“Hello darling” she said as she bounced her way to me.
“Hi Aunt Jill.” I said as I gazed at her body. She was in her late 40’s, with short brown hair, and a very curvy body. She had more weight then my step-mother Sharon, some might call Aunt Jill a bit plump. She was wearing a loose dress with black and white patterns on it. Her dress was sleeveless with a buttons at front. It had a generous v-neck shape, with the first couple buttons left undone. Her breasts sat in her bra and jiggled as she walked. Looking at the cleavage you could see a few wrinkles which was fine by me. Her bra held her breasts in well. The dress finished to her knees, and fit nice and tight around her backside.
I bent down and kissed her as she put her arm around me. “My you look good” she said.
“Oh, you still look great Aunt Jill”
“Come on, I’ve got a few household jobs to do before we can relax” she said.
“Oh, let’s get started” I said as we continued small talk.
After cleaning, I was in the backyard helping Aunt Jill hang the clothes on the line. I watched as she bent down to pick the wet clothes from the basket and gazed at her cleavage. She did this so often that I fixed my eyes on her, and she would often smile at me as I looked over. She would bend forward and these large breasts would just hang there, bulging, & dying to escape. Meanwhile under my shorts my cock was fully erect. You could see a tent appear, and I was going to do nothing about it. Something came over me, a sexual drive, I kept looking at her breasts at every chance I had.
Aunt Jill noticed that every time she was bent down, I was following her. She looked over to me as reached up to hang her bra on the line and admired the view. She looked down at my groin and saw the erection I was containing. She thought back to what Sharon said about him yesturday. She said she caught him in the nude and what a grown man he’d become. Aunt Jill certainly understood what she meant.
As we walked abreast to each other, Aunt Jill pretended not to notice that I was staring at her breasts as they wobbled in her bra on the way inside the house. She looked away purposely so I could get a view. She liked the attention she was getting. Inside, we had a drink, and started talking.
