I've always had a thing about older women, I've never been to bed with anyone younger than me and normally they are at least 10 years older. It's not an 'Oedipus' thing either, I just got hooked on older women right from the outset. The reason for this obsession was my Aunt Pat -- aunt by marriage and not by blood I hasten to add -- who sort of seduced me when I was 18. I say 'sort of' as I think I ought to take some of the blame, but it was definitely Aunt Pat who pulled the strings.
Everything started when Aunt Pat started to get lonely when my uncle took up golf. As often happens, he got hooked by the game and started to spend every spare moment on the course playing. He was pretty good and got invited to play in amateur tournaments which meant he was away over weekends a lot in the summer. One summer he had been away for about 6 weekends in a row and was invited for a week's golfing holiday as a prize for winning a few competitions.
Aunt Pat used to phone up my mother to moan about her brother leaving her on her own but this Saturday, my mother was working and was staying overnight so I answered the 'phone. After listening to Aunt Pat complain for a few minutes, I made the fateful comment of 'Why don't you come up to the house and have an afternoon in the garden with me?' She mulled this over and then said 'Why the hell not? At least I will have someone to talk to!' She put the 'phone down after telling me to get the kettle on...for coffee!
About 15 minutes later, Aunt Pat turned up...and I had my first thoughts about her other than as Aunt Pat! She was wearing a summer dress that was fine from the waist down; it was loose and came below her knees. The top half was a different story though, tightly fitted with a really low back and a front that seemed to be defying physics by keeping her breasts under control. I had never seen her dressed in anything other than really boring and loosely fitted dresses and tops and although it was obvious she had fairly large breasts, I never knew she had enormous ones! They moved around under the straps of her halter neck in a wonderful dance that had me mesmerised.
'My eyes are up here!' she said laughingly as I struggled to take my eyes off the hypnotic movement of her tits.
'Sorry, Aunty!' I mumbled as I felt myself turn bright red. Another peal of laughter came from her lips as she grabbed me and gave me a hug and I felt her tits against my chest. I also smelt a whiff of alcohol on her breath so I knew she was a little drunk.
'I've put out the loungers,' I said 'and there's lots of juice in the fridge!'
'Juice?? I'm sure we can find something a little more tasty for me!' she replied and turned to the cupboard where my mother kept all the drink. She pulled out a half full bottle of gin and walked into the kitchen, took out a large glass and poured herself a large measure. She then opened the fridge and filled the glass up with cold juice and then dropped a couple of ice cubes in for good measure.
'Right, I'm ready now, John, let's get out in this glorious sun.' and with that she walked out of the back door and out on to the lawn. I poured a glass of juice and followed her outside. I walked over to where Aunt Pat was standing and watched her kick off her shoes. I expected her to just lie down on the sun lounger I had laid out but she then reached up and undid the knot of her halter neck.
'Unzip me, will you dear?' she asked, holding her long brown hair up out of the way and turning her back towards me. I could see a thin strip of blue material going around her neck, obviously the top of a swimsuit, so I did as I was asked and quickly pulled the zip down to release her sun dress, which she allowed to drop to her ankles with a little shimmy of her hips.
I let out a small gasp as I saw that she had on a skimpy bikini and not an 'old woman' all in one that I was expecting. The sight of her nearly naked body came as a bit of a surprise as she had a gorgeous figure, if with a little extra padding that comes with middle age. I didn't really know how old Aunt Pat was, it never really interested me before that point, but I worked out later that she had to be 45, maybe 46 years old so nearly 30 years older than any girl I had gone out with up till then. For her age, she had a great body with good legs, a nice plump but quite firm ass, a nicely nipped waist and a back that was smooth and elegant. I was slightly embarrassed to feel my cock twitch in my swimsuit as I knew I should not be thinking about this woman in any sexual way.
'That's better, let the sun see the skin!' and with that she plopped down on the sun lounger and caused my cock to go hard almost instantly as her huge tits came into view. I could not believe how big they were! They were being held in place by her bikini top and it was doing a sterling job keeping those large mounds under control. I quickly jumped on to the other sun lounger, face down to keep my now rock hard cock out of sight.
We stayed that way talking, at least Aunt Pat was talking and I just listened while taking advantage of her closed eyes to stare at her breasts as they slowly moved up and down with her breathing. My cock was staying rigid and I was moving around slowly to keep it comfortable but that was just adding to the problem. Aunt Pat finished her drink and asked me to get a top up so I got up, trying to hide how my cock was tenting the front of my trunks out. I thought I did a good job and went in to the house and fixed another drink for both of us and took them back out. Aunt Pat smiled when I handed hers over.
'Seems you like what you see, John!' I started to blurt out some excuse but she just laughed and led back down. 'I need some lotion on my back, would you do me?' she said and giggled as she turned over. I started to rub oil in to her skin, using quick rubbing motions but she told me to slow down.
'Rub it in gently, John, not like you are washing a damn car.' I slowed down and began to rub the oil in to her back with slow circular motions.
'Let me take this off so you don't get oil on it.'
And with that she reached back and undid the clasp of her bikini top then undid the halter neck so the straps fell to the side. I continued rubbing oil in gently, making smooth circular motions and moving all up and down her back. Just as I was about to stop, I heard a suppressed moan escape Aunt Pat's lips.
I decided to continue massaging her and was rewarded with a couple more sighs and moans. I began to get carried away and moved to rub down the side of her body which drew a very faint gasp. I got a little bolder and moved my hands lower so my fingers touched the side of her breast. It was like an electric shock went through Aunt Pat's body as she tensed up and let out a loud groan. I took advantage of this and moved so that I could reach both sides of her body and rubbed up and down, getting lower and lower with each sweep of my hands until I was rubbing the whole of the side of each breast.
Aunt Pat was now moaning without any attempt to hide it and lifted herself up using her arms so my hands could reach more of those massive mounds until I felt her nipples under my fingers. I knew these were very sensitive areas so I gave both a little squeeze, making Aunt Pat gasp loudly.
'My God, John!'
I quickly snapped my hands back and began to apologise only to hear her say,
'Don't stop, stupid!'
With that, Aunt Pat rolled over on to her back and dropped her bikini top on to the floor.
'Now you can play with them properly, you saucy boy!' and smiled at me. I had now lost any inhibitions I had and moved back to start massaging her breasts. Her nipples immediately popped up erect and she started to moan ever louder.
'Suck my nipples' she said 'I need to feel your tongue on them.'
I leant over and took one of her nipples in to my mouth and sucked gently and used my tongue to swirl around it -- this was something I already knew about after a few heavy petting sessions with my last girlfriend. Aunt Pat gabbed my hair and held me tightly, pulling me down on to her breast. I continued sucking her nipple for a couple of minutes, all the while extracting moans and gasps from Aunt Pat's mouth.
I decided to try my luck further and slowly moved my left hand down her body to the top of her bikini bottoms. She did not let go of my head so I slipped my hand under the waist band and moved quickly to the top of her cunt. This drew another loud gasp but no attempt to pull my hand away so I began to move my finger into the folds until I felt her wetness, which soon became a small flood as I rubbed her.
'Oh fuck' she moaned, 'oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck' as I slipped my middle finger into her tight hole.
Suddenly Aunt Pat lifted my head off her breast and pulled me up until my mouth met hers and she kissed me, forcing her tongue past my lips. I used my tongue to fence with hers while she pulled me tightly toward her. My fingering of her cunt became a little more frenzied and I felt her clit hardening which I used to bring more moans from Aunt Pat. All of a sudden she tensed and arched her back a little, let out a loud groan and I felt a stream of hot liquid run over my fingers that were now buried in her hole.
'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' she shouted releasing my head and grabbing my hand holding it still against her cunt. We stayed like this for a short while, until Aunt Pat's breathing returned to normal. She pulled my left hand out of her bikini bottoms and let go of it.
'Christ, I needed that!' she said 'You're pretty good at this for someone so young.'
She sat up on her lounger and stared at me. 'You mustn't say anything about this to anyone John, it would cause huge problems for us.'
'I won't, don't worry Aunty Pat.' I managed to blurt out as I moved back on to my lounger. I didn't try to hide my erection now, there didn't seem to be any point after what had happened.
'I see you still like what you see, then!'
'And what I felt!' I replied, moving my hand automatically to my cock. I don't have a huge one, only 7 inches, but right now it felt enormous and was a little painful being so hard.
Aunt Pat looked at me and then stood up, her breasts still free moved incredibly sexily, her nipples erect again and swaying from side to side slightly as she walked over to me. She held out her hand to me.
'I think I better take you inside and return the favour.'
I took her hand, stood up and followed her in to the house. I thought we would go in to the living room but Aunt Pat walked to the stairs and we climbed up to the door to my bedroom. She stopped and turned to me.
'Are you a virgin, John?'
'Yes.' I replied to her.
'OK, then you won't be soon.'
And with that she opened the door and led me in to my room. She moved to the bed and let go of my hand.
