The languid summer breeze rustled through the dark, green leaves of the tree above Edward. He peered up from his book, slowly leant his head back and closed his eyes. Listening and drinking in the sounds and ambience of the countryside in summer. The realisation hit him just how much he had truly missed this place.
The place in question being his dear Aunt Rosemarie's country home. Edward was very close to his Aunt Rosemarie and had stayed here countless times whilst growing up. A multitude of fond memories permeated his consciousness regarding his time here at Rosemarie's. Some innocent, some not so.
This time, however, he was staying after a tumultuous first year at University studying for his PhD in Music Theory. His parents were currently away on a sojourn to France. So, when Rosemarie kindly offered that he recuperate at hers. He jumped at the offer.
"Eddie? Sorry to disturb your daydreaming but, can you give me a hand, please?" Aunt Rosemarie's lilting voice drifted over, pleasantly interrupting his thoughts.
He opened his eyes and looked over to see his Aunt by the clothes-line and a basket of washing beside her on the lawn. Edward smiled at his attractive Aunt. Rosemarie was in her fifties and, with her flaxen hair and svelte figure, she looked extremely appealing dressed in a cream summer dress. He walked over to her.
As Eddie approached her, Rosemarie became acutely aware of just how much her handsome, young nephew had grown. Not only physically but, in the way he held himself. It was clear his confidence had blossomed at University. She recalled a family rumour that he was very close to his, much older, landlady, who he was staying with whilst studying hard.
Rosemarie felt a warm tingle through her body and the silky rayon material of the Directoire knickers she was wearing, underneath her summer dress, became more noticeable and prominent against her soft, sensitive flesh. The sweltering summer breeze seemed to magnify Rosemarie's natural sensuality. An image suddenly flashed in her mind of the spankings she used to give him on numerous occasions in the past. She quickly composed herself.
"I've just finished with a client, Eddie. So, I was wanting to get this washing dry while I fix our dinner for tonight." Rosemarie explained, smiling back at her nephew.
His Aunt ran a corsetry and traditional underwear-fitting service from her cottage. It was one of the many reasons Edward had such cherished memories of this place. The glimpses he had, when he was a teenager, of the mature village ladies that visited his dear Aunt for this service, were seared into his imagination. He was shooed out on numerous occasions for lingering too long as various ladies were being dressed and undressed, by his dear Aunt Rosemarie, in luxurious underwear.
"How can I help, Aunty?" Edward peered into the wash basket Rosemarie now held in her hands.
With a tremor of excitement, he noticed that the items within were mainly her knickers, slips and her tan nylon stockings. Rosemarie smiled knowingly at her young nephew's interested gaze.
"Well, Eddie. I would like you to hang these up on the line for me, if you please. In this lovely, warm sunshine they will be dry in no time at all. Please, do try to be careful. They are my best undergarments, young man." Rosemarie's slightly stern tone immediately transported Edward back to the many times his Aunt had punished him over her knee.
He could almost feel, within the memory, the delightful combination of his stinging bottom and his prominent erection rubbing and chaffing against Aunty Rosemarie's nylon-clad thighs with each firm whack of her elegant, yet firm, hand.
"I certainly will, Aunt Rosemarie. I often hang out Mabel's delicates at my lodgings at Uni. She likes me doing that for her." He reassured her as he took the inviting basket from her hands.
Mabel was Edward's landlady, the source of that delicious rumour. Rosemarie's interest was most definitely piqued. She idly wondered if this Mabel used her femininity and lingerie to bewitch and control certain types of men, just as she herself often did. Unbeknownst to her young Edward, Rosemarie was well aware that he had been taking and using her worn knickers from quite an early age. Maybe, she mused, it was time to see how much her nephew had truly matured with this unique and passionate trait and peccadillo.
"Good boy, Eddie. My, my, this Mabel does sound interesting, I must say. You must tell me all about her sometime soon, dear." She smiled at her nephew's blushes upon hearing her say this.
Rosemarie was a very canny lass at manipulating men of a certain disposition, such as her nephew Edward. She quickly changed the topic of conversation.
"I shall be inside fixing our dinner. A nice salad I think, with it being so warm. Would you like me to draw you a bath after as well, Eddie dear?" She queried as she started towards the cottage.
"Yes please, Aunty. Thank you. It is so very good to be back here." Edward chirped before attending to the very pleasurable job at hand.
Rosemarie flashed a smile back.
"It is good to have you back here, Edward." She replied before letting herself in through the back door, to her kitchen.
Once inside she pottered about a bit by the sink, which best enabled her to observe her young charge, discreetly, through the kitchen window. Rosemarie noticed, with a pleasing curiosity, that after Edward had pegged each pair of her variously, coloured Directoire knickers on the line. He would stroke and slightly fondle them gently, with a dreamy look on his face, before reaching down to hang the next undergarment. Quite oblivious to the possibility that his Aunt may be watching.
Wondering if he was wearing the crisp, white, y-front underpants that she often posted to him. Rosemarie looked inquisitively at the front of Edward's shorts. She keenly noticed that they were quite clearly sporting a slight yet, prominent bulging in the crotch.
Rosemarie bit her lip tentatively as her gusset began to gradually warm and moisten between her thighs. She took one last look at her dear nephew's arousal before deciding, there and then, to put her wicked plan into action. Leaving the kitchen, Rosemarie alighted the hallway stairs leading to the bedrooms.
Edward returned to his seat in the garden. Hobbling, rather than walking, due to his engorged arousal frustratingly straining within the confines of his tight shorts and underpants.
He picked up his book and sat down onto the garden chair. Looking down he could see the lob-ended bulge of his erection jutting out obscenely against his blue cotton shorts. Edward placed the book over his pulsating knob for fear his Aunt may be watching.
Auntie Rosemarie and her lovely knickers always had this effect on him. His finest orgasms were constantly inspired by his dear Aunt. Since being a young lad lying on the living room floor reading whilst Aunty Rosemarie was sat in her chair in front of him.
Her tan stocking clad legs and her fluffy slippers mesmerising him as he constantly kept peeking up in the hope of her crossing her legs to expose her tantalising knickers and suspenders. She often did, much to Edward's joy.
Edward suddenly recalled the night before he had arrived here, as further proof of the intense, erotic love he had for Rosemarie and her undergarments. He had been studying hard all day on a tricky Bach piece when Mabel, his landlady, decided to treat him to 'Aunty Mabel's knicker job', she would jokingly call it.
Mabel was a Rubenesque, dark haired lady, just shy of sixty and Edward and herself had hit it off immediately upon him residing in her home. He absolutely adored her big, rounded derriere and matronly demeanour.
On that night, she had pulled a pair of her sky-blue Directoire knickers up and over Edward's legs and twitching penis. Smoothing the knickers over his sensitive flesh before, lovingly manipulating his prominent, silky-covered arousal.
Edward tended to find in situations such as this, with an older lady and her knickers, he would become quite vocal in his passions. A lot of oohing and aahing, gasping and moaning as he bucked and squirmed, all the while proclaiming his love for Mabel and her adorable knickers.
"I think I am about to spend my load in your lovely knickers, Aunty Mabel!" He remembered crying out, at precisely the moment Mabel started to gently prod his sensitive, young bum-hole through the sensuous knicker material.
Edward's thoughts were suddenly filled with the many past images of his dear Aunt Rosemarie. The orgasm engulfed him and strong spurts of his young cum flooded Mabel's knickers. The creamy wads of spunk soaking the rayon material, as if trying to frantically escape their erotic confinement.
"Oh, Aunty Rosie! I love your lovely, lovely knickers. Oh, knickers. Knickers.. knickers. Ooh.." Moaning, Edward looked down at Mabel, to realise what he had just uttered.
Mabel smiled back at him. Her hand down the front of her own knickers. Busily, frigging her sopping wet, shaven cunt, copiously oozing vaginal juices onto her warm gusset.
