Love is hard to find, even in the best of times. For my mother, it was my father, her first real boyfriend. My father, on the other hand, went through numerous women to find his true love.
My mother's sister, Melissa, however, wasn't so lucky. Melissa was forty-five and still single, though she occasionally graced us with a boyfriend or two before they inevitably went away. Truthfully, I'm not sure what the problem was. She was always ready with a smile, and was an amazing cook. With auburn-red hair and green eyes, her pale skin complimented them perfectly. The only downside, if it could be called that, was that she was a little overweight.
She wasn't as obese as the people you might see in motorized scooters at the grocery store, but she had some extra weight to her stomach and legs, and, of course, her breasts. I had snuck into her room once when I was young, curiosity getting the better of me, and was shocked to see her bra size was a 36E. Truth be told I didn't even know they made them that large.
But Melissa was nice, and since she didn't have a husband or children to dote on, she would occasionally hold family get-togethers at her house. One summer before I left for college, my parents and I went over with my cousins and their families for a BBQ party. Her house was like her, a little big, but still gorgeous. There was a pool in the backyard with a patio to sit and relax on, two stories of bedrooms for guests, and a kitchen to suit her tastes.
We arrived and made some small talk with her, most of my cousin, aunts, and uncles already there. Melissa was wearing an apron that said "Kiss the cook", and gave me a hug that almost enveloped me with her breasts. She mentioned that we should get ourselves ready for swimming and food. The thought of her in a bikini was too much to handle, and I had to get out of there before my boner ripped through my pants.
I excused myself and ran to the bathroom upstairs, locking the door and trying to rub out a quick one before I joined the festivities. From the window I could see people jumping in the pool, but Melissa wasn't in sight. It was then that I heard someone climbing the steps upstairs. I opened the bathroom door just enough to spot my Aunt walking past me and into her room. She didn't close the door fully, not expecting anyone to spy on her.
I couldn't help myself. Putting my dick away, I snuck closer, careful not to make a sound with the floorboards, until I was finally in front of her door. The lighting wasn't perfect since her shades were closed, but I looked in just as she undid her bra strap, letting it fall to her bed as he breasts fell free into the cool air. She looked amazing, and I licked my lips unconscious as my hand found my dick again.
Time always moves too fast for these things, and I before long she had a bikini on that was more than a bit conservative. It still looked amazing on her, and I knew that thoughts of what I had seen would occupy my dreams for many months.
"Where did I put that?" I heard my Aunt say. The words didn't register to me until she had already walked to the door, pulling it open and letting out a tiny shriek as our eyes met. I fell backwards onto the floor, pants around my ankles and hand on my dick. My eyes were wide in terror, not knowing what to do or say.
"I... I'm..." I stammered out, not sure if I should pull my pants up or leave my hand covering my dick.
"Jeffery..." she said, uttering my name in the barest of whisper. Despite wearing a bikini and jeans, she still tried to cover herself with her hands. "What... what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Auntie!" I blurted out. "I just... I don't know what came over me... this is, I mean..." I closed my mouth, eyes turning away from her.
"You were... spying on me?" she asked hesitantly.
I gulped. "Ye-yes..."
"And you..." Her eyes went down to my hand, and I'm pretty sure I turned eight deep shades of red.
"Yes, I'm sorry," I said, trying to stand and pull up my pants without letting go of my dick. It took some time but I managed, my Aunt just standing watching me the whole time. When I was done, I looked up at her, desperation in my eyes. "You won't... tell my parents, will you? This is embarrassing enough."
"I don't think you have a right to make the request," she said, crossing her arms in front of her. "It was my privacy you violated, not the other way around."
"I'm sorry!" I said again. "If I could make it up to you I would! Just name it, anything."
Melissa thought about it for a few seconds, as we both took in my words. But I spoke the truth; I'd do anything so long as she didn't tell my parents about this.
"Alright," she said after what was almost an eternity. "Come in here for a minute."
I followed her on shakily legs into her bedroom, not even paying attention to her closing the door behind us. She sat down on the bed, her bra still off to her side, and looked up at me. "You can begin any time," she said.
"What?" I asked. "Begin with...?"
"Stripping," she said simply. "You got to see me strip down, so it's only fair that I see the same. Then, we'll be even."
I blinked a few times, my breath going somewhere else for a moment. "Al-alright," I said, reaching down and pulling off my shirt. I wasn't out of shape, but I wasn't necessarily the best jock in town. Still, with her eyes watching me, I felt very, very conscious of how I looked. Shirt in my hand, I let it drop to the floor. "So we're good then?"
My Aunt sighed. "Yes we are, Jeffery. I hope you've learned your lesson with all this."
"Yes, believe me it'll never, ever happen again," I emphasized. To my surprise, she stood up and opened her arms for a hug. I came in close, and we hugged, her arms enveloping me as her breasts did earlier. The thought of them, and of my peeping earlier, causing my dick to spring into action again. This time, there was no doubt in my mind that she felt it.
"You are a dirty young man," she whispered in my ear. As she spoke the words, breath hot on my skin, I felt her mouth bite down playfully on my ear. I let out a gasp and pulled back, but before I could speak, she had her mouth on mine. Instinctively I closed my eyes, giving in to the kiss and letting my tongue dance with hers. Here was a woman who knew how to kiss, and despite being a little taller than her, her grip on the back of my head was strong enough to pull me to her, leaning me so that she had the power.
We kissed for a long time, my boner in full force now as we pressed our bodies together. My hands move across her bare back, automatically, uniting the bikini that she had worked to put on. It was easy to undo, and before long I had it thrown to the ground, he bare nipples rubbing against my chest. I begrudgingly pulled away from her kiss to get a better view of her topless body.
"Wow," was all I could say. My Aunt blushed, trying to cover herself again. "Stop that," I said, taking away her hands gently.
