All characters are adults.
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My name is Sam. I'm almost twenty-one. On the occasion of this story I came home from work and found a note from Mom to go to Aunt Julie's house to help her with a chore. Aunt Julie was doing something or other, needed help, and Mom volunteered me.
So I got in my truck and drove to Julie's place where she opened the door and led me to the kitchen. There on the floor was a pile of tile boxes, with Julie frustrated at a job that hadn't even begun. She had all the right tools and stuff for the job, but had no clue where to start.
I sat on the floor and read the directions printed on one of the tile boxes while Julie got down there with me, sat close, and chattered away about everything and nothing. To be honest she was a distraction but I kept my mouth shut and tried to focus on the mental math to start the tile in the exact right place. You want it symmetrical.
Julie and my mom are twins, have large tits, and Julie's were close at hand. Julie is not drop dead gorgeous but she has her charms. She's my mom's twin sister but her face hide's her age; she's 40 year's old. Julie is a true BBW. She's a tall woman at 5'10" and 220 pounds, she's a lotta woman. Despite her size she's sexy. Her tits are plentiful and she has a belly, but not lotsa rolls of fat. Her ass is plump and round and full and her legs and thighs are nice and proportional. That is, her boobs and ass carry much of her extra weight. And soon enough she jabbered to me about her BBW status and her failure with men.
"You mind if I ask you something sorta embarrassing?" She smiled.
"Embarrassing for who?" I laughed.
"Me, Sweetie. I want your honest male opinion about something."
Uh, oh, I thought to myself. This can't be good.
"Am I too fat?"
"Too fat for what?"
"You know, too fat for men to find attractive?"
"Depends on the man, Julie. Some men, especially the brothers, love big girls."
Julie smiled and said "You're very astute." I cocked my head to the side and she smiled again, "I do get a lot of attention from black men but I'm not attracted to them. Dating black men is something young girls do, not me. Do white guys like big women?"
"Sure they do...ever heard of BBW's?"
She acted like she didn't know what I meant.
"Big Beautiful Women?" She guessed.
"Lotsa men love um. Have you ever seen the girls I date?"
"Yeah," she replied, "that's why I asked you. In fact, to tell yuh the truth, that's why I called your mom and asked her to send you over here. I can build this dumb thing myself, but I wanted to talk to a man who likes big girls. But the girls I've seen you with were not as big as me," she said.
"Well, you're tall, too, Julie. But for men like me who like big women, you're a hottie!" I smiled.
She seemed pleased. But there was more. Her eyes betrayed a warmth. "Yuh really think so? Am I sexy?"
"Oh, Hell yeah!' I added.
"Don't flatter an old woman," she said, then shifted position a bit and leaned forward. Her abundant cleavage was more obvious than ever and I was looking down it. She knew it and showed me plenty.
I felt horny, imagining groping those melons on her chest as I'd wanted to since forever. I looked at her legs and feet, and thought about how the whole package. I had lied to her and did not usually date girls as large as Julie, but she wasn't a girl, she was a sexy woman.
"So, if you were my age, would you find me attractive?"
"I find you attractive now. And the only reason I haven't 'gone out with a mature woman yet is because I'm young, so most mature women don't mess with boys, not unless they're a teacher!" She laughed but the nervous silence returned. I tried to busy myself with the tile pieces and all, but felt her eyes boring a hole through me. I looked up and the next thing I knew she was looking at the swelling bulge in my jeans. I could not hide it and did not bother to try. She seemed pleased that my body was responding and not just my mouth.
"Well, enough of this," she said, throwing to the floor the instruction sheet she'd held tight. "In honor of you not being jailbait too much longer, how about a cold beer? You are almost 21, aren't you?"
"Yep," I proudly confirmed it. "Next month I'll be twenty-one and legal. Then I can be turned loose on the cougars of the world."
"What's a cougar?" she asked.
"Ahhhh...it's a vulgar term for a mature woman wanting to have sex with a young guy," I explained.
"Cougar, huh?" she asked for confirmation.
"Yeah!"
Julie grinned.
"This new generation gets right to the point," she smiled. "So, any chance any young guys would find me desirable?"
I went for it. What's the worst that can happen, I thought to me, get screamed at, thrown out of the house and banished to for life! No big deal. "I think you're one helluva MILF myself," I tossed out, nervous, but too far gone and hopeful to really care. I figured I could claim it was just a 'make my fat old aunt feel nice' comment, but instead Julie took my lead.
"Me?" she cooed.
"Yeah Julie, you're hot!" She smiled and it looked like a tear welled up in the corner of her eye. I figured now came the bawling and the 'you're so nice Sam,' but Julie had other things in mind.
She rose from the floor and I studied her. Her shorts were tight. She had plump thighs and a really nice, bubble butt. Her loose tee-shirt was a couple sizes too large and the neck was old and stretched out so when she leaned over to hand me the beer there was miles of cleavage inches from me. I stared at her tits as she displayed them for me. Seeing my reaction, the one on my face and the one in my jeans, she tossed her line in one last attempt to land her prey.
"If I weren't your aunt, and you were over 21, would you really think I was desirable?"
In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, then replied, looking her in the eyes. "Julie, if I ever thought I could have you I'd jump at the chance."
She smiled. "C'mon, get up. Enough of this nonsense."
I rose, she took my hand in hers, and led me to her bedroom. "I know you get high, so get me stoned. I'm feeling depressed and wanna have some fun."
I acted innocent.
"Stop it! I'm not dumb. I smoked pot lots when I was young. In fact Bill and I" she said, referring to her ex husband "used to get high nearly every day, but since the divorce I haven't gotten a buzz, and about now I think it's what I want most, besides getting laid."
I had a joint in my wallet. We sat on her bed next to each other. We giggled and she kept up the sex questions. "So, you like us old women? Is this a common thing?"
"Sure,. I mean what young guy doesn't want to get naked with a hot mature woman?"
"How about you? You wanna 'get naked' with a hot mature woman?"
"Oh Hell yes!"
She smiled at me, took another hit off the joint and said "Why wait?"
I looked at her and she went dead serious on me. "Have you ever fantasized about me?" She looked at me and studied my reaction to her question.
"I gotta admit I think about you. I mean, You're pretty sexy and I compare you all the time to other girls and women ."
Julie took my hand, looked at me and whispered, "If you want to compare, lemme give yuh something to compare to."