by Greyhalm©
Puberty is a difficult stage for all people and everyone goes through it. In the early 1960's the teenage rebellion was beginning, the Rolling Stones and Beatles were around and there were Mods and Rockers. I was just 18 years old and was fully enjoying the new fought for liberty by growing my hair long and trying to act nonchalant all the time. However there were still some bastions left, and no matter how hard I tried to act free and liberal, there were still certain members of the family I froze with awe and respect for when face to face with them.
My aunt was one of them. Peroxide blonde in the beehive style, small and petite and never smiling. I was at her home almost every day during the summer holidays hanging around with my cousin. When she arrived home late in the afternoon he was mostly never around preferring to play football which I was not really into.
It was a difficult period for me, not really knowing what I really wanted.
Just lately I noticed my aunt always wore black nylons and tight black skirts. She always did since I can remember but I was never aware of this. Some how I felt this was cool but when ever some sexual tones took over my thoughts I was frightened and thought I would be struck to stone like Sodom and Gomorrah and so I always reverted to my obedient dutiful nephew role. This however changed.
My aunt would come home and make tea always asking myself to join her which I did. She would then sit in her chair opposite me and roll her nylons down to her ankles. I always felt this looked awful with her nylons rolled down. However when she rolled them down I felt my loin stirring, especially when she put her hand up her skirt to release the nylon from her garter belt. I always looked away politely pretending not to notice. Soon the stirring in the loin was advancing to a certain amount of stiffness. I wanted look and see her undo her nylons but I was frightened.
Just lately the stiffness was becoming uncomfortable and embarrassing. What if she noticed? I soon started making excuses to leave early before my hardness developed into a full raging erection which would be impossible to hide in my Levis jeans.
My aunt was a very stern person and I am very sure would not be very understanding towards my predicament if ever she noticed it. Slowly and surely I was becoming braver catching glimpses of her thigh now and then. It was a shimmering white in great contrast to the black underwear and a real forbidden zone for me. It really excited me making my stomach churn and my loin ache. I was not too sure if she saw my looking and when I thought she did, immediately looked down into my lap or my cup of tea.
By now I was masturbating every night trying to imagine what other secrets she had hidden underneath her skirt. I had never seen another girl naked before and never seen pictures either. I once found a pack of playing cards with naked women on the back which belonged to my father. The genital areas was just a smudge but they all had nylons and garter belts and massive breasts. Another source to feed my new found masturbation mania which I was going through then. I would masturbate even during the day thinking of the black sexy underwear on her white legs all under her skirt.
After several weeks I was obsessed by my aunts' home coming. If I missed it for some reason I was almost devastated. Soon I was sure she could see my bulge when I got up and left. She never showed any recognition of seeing it. I was not sure she even recognised my presence there at all. Now I was drinking my tea and looking past the cup to see her pull the garter on her garter belt down to release the nylon. She would cross her leg and sort of turn sideward's to do the whole operation, then turn and do the other side. She would then roll the stocking down her leg to her ankle, one after the other. She would then sigh in relieve saying how nice that was albeit not directly to me and then commence to drink her tea.
When I watched the whole scene for the first time I got a raging 'hard on' and had to excuse myself and headed straight to the toilet where I relieved myself. When I got up and left, which I tried to do hurriedly so she would not notice, I was not sure whether I caught a glimpse of a smile on her face. It was embarrassing but I must admit I had an explosive ejaculation afterwards. The mere fact of me masturbating in her toilet while she sat on the settee with her stockings down was absolutely mind blowing for me then.
The following day I was really full of anticipation. My stomach hurt and my loin ached. I masturbated early morning and again at lunch time. My cousin was out again and I hung about in his room. My aunt came home took her coat off and put the kettle on. She asked if I wanted a cup of tea and I replied yes please. I sat in the front room opposite her seat and read the TV times. She brought the tea in and settled down as usual. She then proceeded to undo her nylon tops and then roll the nylons down one after another. She seemed to be slower today, more precise or was it my imagination?
She then sat back and took her tea in the hand. I watched and then something happened that made my heart stop. She opened her legs and looked across to me. I could see right up between her legs. She had white panties tight and taught in between her legs. I thought I glimpsed a few wisps of pubic hair. My heart stopped and I though my crotch would explode.
She leaned across to me, her face expressionless and said:
"Do you like what you see?"
l was panicking, caught out, red handed and no excuse at all. I could not get a word out, my face red and hot with embarrassment. 

She said,
"stand up!"
and I obeyed immediately. My Levis jeans were now bulging out making my present state more than obvious. 

She put her tea down; stood up and said,
"follow me".
I thought god now I am in trouble. Will she cane me? An earlier punishment she used on us when we were younger. She led me into her bedroom and made me stand in front of her dresser table. She removed the stool from underneath the dresser and placed it in the centre of the room in front of me. I was sure I was going to have some terrible punishment committed on me. She then demanded I pull my jeans down. I thought the world was now collapsing on me. She would see my cock and that was the last thing I wanted, an unthinkable nightmare was now coming true. I delayed slowly going into a shock state. 

Again she snapped,
"Pull your jeans down and do as you are told!"
I had no choice and pulled them down. Underneath my cock was sticking out of the top of my pants. 

"The rest also" she snapped.

I did and there I stood with my underpants and jeans down by my ankles with my cock sticking out like a flagpole. She went towards me and then passed me to go to her dresser.
"Hands behind you back."
I heard her say. 

She tied my wrists together with something. 

She then said,
"There that's just to stop you touching yourself, which I do not want to see you doing at all"
She then proceeded around and back in front of me. A dialog was then taken up some thing similar to the following:
Aunt: "I have observed how you have spied on me these last few weeks, is that so?. I asked you a question and now I want a truthful answer.
"

Me: (cock now wilting), "Yes I have aunt and I am very sorry, really. I just could not help myself."
Aunt: "Do my legs and thighs excite you?"
Me: "Yes aunt, very much."
Aunt: "Do you masturbate thinking of me?"
Me: (gulping): "Yes aunt."
Aunt: "Well I am going to show you some more now and let's see how you cope. I must get changed and you can watch my dear."
My heart was racing now, unable to believe my ears and comprehend how I had avoided a terrible punishment short of death from her. She unzipped her dress at the back and then 

pulled it aside over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood in front of me. She now stood in a black bra, garter belt and nylons rolled down at her ankles. I still thought they looked silly down there but could not keep my eyes of her breasts.
She had small breasts but very large dark brown areoles which was very sexy, nothing like the women on the playing cards from my father. She had close fitting white silky panties and I was thinking I could make out a mound underneath the panties in between her legs. She raised one leg and placed her foot on the stool she had previously placed in the middle of the room in front of me. Her crotch was wide open and I was certain I could make out a slit in between her legs as she removed the nylon from her foot. Again I saw dark brown wisps of hair sprouting out at the sides of her panties.
