It's been some time, so...
Here's a piece about Aaron and his aunt. I hope you enjoy it, regardless of any fuck-ups and/or typos in the text. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading.
GA - Cambridge, UK (Plague Island) - 30th of December 2020
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"What is at about me?"
I felt awkward, embarrassed because I didn't have an answer for her.
"I dunno, Aunt Sadie," I said.
"Am I ugly or something?"
I shook my head.
"No, 'course not," I said.
She sighed and looked down as she assessed her own frontage.
Then she looked up and caught my eyes with her stare as she said, "I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea, and I know I'm not a skinny young girl anymore, but they know that from my profile. I don't lie," she went on with a shrug. "I tell them I'm fifty-three, divorced, two grown-up children ... There's a photo..."
"I don't know, Aunt Sadie," I said.
We were in the living room. It was her house. I was staying there during the university term because she lived in the same town and it saved me money on a room in a student house. It was a good deal for me most of the time. I had my own room and my aunt often made dinner for me. It was a familiar space and she was family, the downsides being I missed out on a few parties and had to endure Aunt Sadie's complaints about her love life -- or lack of as it seemed to be most of the time. That night, a Wednesday, Aunt Sadie had arranged a date with someone off one of the dating sites she used. Blown out, left hanging in a pub, my aunt was lamenting about it to me at half-past-eight in the evening when I was looking through my notes for an upcoming test.
"Aaron, tell me, be honest," she said. "Do you find me attractive? Like if I wasn't your aunt, would you think about me in any sexual way?"
I felt my face start to burn as embarrassment washed over me in a hot wave. My scalp prickled and sweat beaded my forehead.
"Uh, well," I started, caught well off guard. "I don't know what to say, Aunt Sadie. It's weird."
"It's important for me to know," my aunt insister. "Don't be embarrassed. Just tell me."
She kept on staring, which made me more uncomfortable. It was a difficult conversation for me because the truth of it was I thought my aunt was a very attractive lady. So much so I wanked off while I thought about her big tits and fantasised about fucking what I imagined to be her loose hairy twat.
"I don't know," I said with a shrug.
Aunt Sadie wouldn't let it lie. She was on one and kept on going to get an answer from me.
"No, Aaron, I want you to be totally honest."
I couldn't get away from her stare and knew my cheeks were bright red.
"I ... I think you're pretty."
Aunt Sadie put her fists on her hips and gave me her old-fashioned schoolmarm stare.
"You mean it?" she asked.
I gulped, swallowing down on the desire which rose up inside me when I threw a quick glance at her chest. Aunt Sadie was wearing a burgundy dress scooped low in front to show off an expanse of décolletage. It was a dress of a design that meant it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Yeah," I said as lust flared within.
"Why is such a struggle to find a nice man? I got stood-up this time. He didn't show up."
Aunt Sadie took her fists of her hips as she looked at me. Her hands fell loose at her sides and she sighed.
"I'm sorry," I said because I didn't know what else to say.
She asked, "Would you stand me up if you were my date?"
"Huh?"
My aunt rolled her eyes as she scoffed.
"If you were my age. If you were my date. Would you stand me up?"
"I wouldn't stand you up whatever," I said, surprising myself with the force of feeling I put into the sentence.
"Perhaps I should go out with you," Aunt Sadie said through a grin.
I knew it was a joke but looking at her big boobs had fired me up.
""I would if you want to," I said, emboldened by lust for her body.
She gave me a look like she couldn't believe what I'd said and which made me think she was trying to make up her mind about how to react. There was a pause, a long one in which I started to worry and my face burned hotter.
Then my aunt smirked as she said, "Aaron, are you flirting with me?"
It was one of those awkward times where I wanted to tell her the truth but couldn't because she was my mother's sister and it would be inappropriate. Truth is I thought it would be fun to flirt with my aunt. I knew she was a broad-minded woman who was into sex and masturbation because she was open about looking on the internet for dates while I also knew she kept a suction-cup dildo in the same drawer she kept her bras. I'd snooped in her bedroom more than once when she was out. I'd been looking for anything dirty I could use to fuel my masturbatory fantasies over my aunt. I'd taken her knickers out of the laundry before. I'd sniffed them for her musk and even dabbed my tongue at where the cotton where her pussy had nestled. I wanked off into her underwear then panicked because the knickers were soaked with spunk. I kept them for a couple of days to let them dry out before I shoved them under layers of dirty clothes in the laundry hamper, telling myself I'd never trespass against Aunt Sadie's privacy again. But, a day later I was in her room again, sneaking around in her private things until I discovered the dildo laid between three rows of carefully folded bras. That was a shocker but the surprises weren't over because I also found my aunt's stash of erotic books and short stories. Hard because I'd been thinking about my aunt working the dildo in-and-out of her body I got reckless and borrowed one of the novels regardless of risk, excited to find my aunt seemed to like stories about dominant women seducing young men, a subject which was perfect for me as I imagined the principal characters as me and my aunt.
Then, after her question about me flirting with her, embarrassed by the heat in the situation between us, I looked away from my aunt and said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Sadie."
To which she replied, "No need to be sorry; I think it's sweet."
"I ... I'm sorry you got stood-up, too," I said. "I ... I wouldn't do that to you."
Then the atmosphere shifted between us and I felt the air crackle. I didn't understand why I felt the pop and fizz between me and my aunt, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my cock thickened and grew. It was something to do with the way she was looking at me, some sly, clandestine shadow which crossed her face and the way she shifted her feet as she crossed her arms beneath her considerable bosom.
"I know," Aunt Sadie said, her voice low and seductive. "You'd look after me, wouldn't you, Aaron."
Lust boiled over and my cock pulsed with need.
"Yeah, Aunt Sadie," I said without really knowing why.
"Would you go out with me?"
I couldn't stop myself looking at her cleavage before I managed to drag my focus back to her face.
"Well, yeah..."
"On a date?" Aunt Sadie said on a sigh. Her eyes sparkled with mischief when she said it, a smirk at the corner of her mouth.
Desire for my aunt was a heavy drag through my core despite me knowing she was probably teasing.
"So, let's say we've been on a date..." continued my aunt in a soft drawl.
I was sitting on the sofa as she said it, the notes for the test on the seat next to me as my aunt moved closer.
She purred, "And now I've invited you in..."
"Uh ... Okay," I said, transfixed.
"I'd ask if you wanted a drink..."
Awed by what was going on inside me I just gawked at my aunt and saw her in a very different way to the way I'd known her as my mother's sister. in that moment, while I recognised her as my Aunt Sadie with her straight, shoulder-length, Ash-blonde hair which she wore parted on the left side, I also realised how much sexual energy exuded from her. As I'd grown up I'd seen my aunt as a stereotype: an English lady of impeccable manners and immaculate grooming with a refined, elegant way of speaking which didn't quite conceal the mischief inside her. She could be stern and severe, especially when she wore glasses and gave me a look over their rims. She had always been generous, funny, and kind, all of which had manifested in her offer of letting me stay at her house during my course, but on that Wednesday evening it occurred to me Aunt Sadie was a woman with strong sexual urges, an instinct proved right by what I'd found in her room..
A few seconds and an eye-roll later, my aunt gave me that stern, no nonsense look as she said, "Aaron, stand up."
Conditioned to comply because my aunt was an authority figure I reacted straight away.
Then my aunt said, "If we've been on a date and I ask you in..."
She moved in close and grabbed my hands which she then placed on her waist.
"And if I ask you if you want a drink..."
My aunt came in closer still, her frontage brushing my tee-shirt as I felt the unfamiliar bulk of her body under my palms.
"I'm suggesting I'm interested in romance..."
I felt the arousal surge inside me because my aunt purred the words as she also put a hand right over the quick and urgent erection in my jeans.
"So, what would you do?" Aunt Sadie breathed. "Would you be a real man and take the initiative, Aaron? Would you try to kiss me?"
"Aunt Sadie," I murmured because my mind was a blank and I had no real idea about what she was doing.
"We've been on a date," she said in a low, hypnotic tone. "We've had a lovely time. We've clicked, we've flirted, there's been a spark..."
My aunt let out a long low sigh as she smiled at me and squeezed my cock which was still in my jeans.
"Maybe I fancy you, Aaron," she murmured. "And if you fancy me, you should do something to show me."
"Cuh-can I kiss you?" I stammered.
"You shouldn't ask, you should just act. If you want to kiss me you should take charge. I've been giving you signals, it's up to you to act. A man needs to be brave sometimes, Aaron."
The kiss was urgent. She moved in and moulded her body against me, her fingers squeezing my dick through my jeans as she pressed her lips against mine and she shoved her tongue past my lips and teeth. I groaned and gasped into my aunt's open mouth while she squirmed her comfortable body against me.
"You're hard," Aunt Sadie breathed when she broke away from the kiss.
I saw her eyes shining as she smiled at me with devilment in her expression. My aunt tucked her lower lip between her teeth and she crinkled her nose at me.
Then she said, "I know I shouldn't but I want to see your cock. I want to watch you wank."
Shock hit me in a cold-water wave.
