It was a beautiful, sunny day at the beach. A perfect way to start summer vacation after my first year away at college.
I was sitting in a beach chair, watching, and listening to the Atlantic Oceans waves crash into the surf. The occasional young bikini clad girl walking by was a pleasant distraction. But my eyes kept going back to my Aunt Jenny laying on her stomach next to me.
I gazed at her tanned, oil covered bare back and legs glistening in the sun. My aunt is truly a beauty. A stunning, statuesque woman or in layman's terms she's "built like a brick-shit house". She's nearly 5.11, I have no idea what her weight might be. She has full over the shoulder dark auburn hair, now tied up in a bum. She has hazel eyes, prefect lips, and a wicked, all-knowing smile. Full "D" sized breast, a tapered waist, wide hips, long toned legs. She is just one perfectly proportioned bitch. She works out religiously. Her body is firm and tight.
She's 40 years old, been married three times, divorced twice, widowed once, that was about a year ago. Each time, the guy was older and wealthier. This last one, George was in his late 60's when he passed away last year. In fact, that's why we're here at Myrtle Beach. It's his beach front house, well now Aunt Jenny's beach front house. She's invited mom and me to spend the summer vacation with her. Mom's a schoolteacher and I'm off so my aunt wanted the company.
I was admiring Aunt Jenny's shimmering legs when I was interrupted by her, "Ah-hem."
She was looking up at me smiling. Catching me in the act of me staring at her.
"Mind rubbing some tanning oil on my back sweetie? I want to keep my tan even."
With that invitation, I couldn't get out the chair fast enough. Kneeling at her side, I squeezed some oil in my hands and coated her back with it.
She had unhooked her bikini bra so there wouldn't be any tan lines. She raised her hands under her head and placed forehead on top of them. My hands slid easily over her warm, soft skin. The combined smell of the coconut oil and her sweat made my cock twitch.
Her large tits pressed against the beach towel bulged out on her sides. I was gently applying the oil when she wiggled her upper body and asked softly, "Can you press harder sweetie, especially around my neck and shoulders? Really work it in, okay?"
I pressed my fingers and thumbs into the base of the back of her neck. Her soft flesh yielding to me. I slowly moved down the center of her back, my hands now playing over her bare skin. I was in heaven. It was the first time I really got to touch her. This beautiful woman. Even if she was my aunt.
I moved down to the small of her back over two dimples that I circled with my thumbs. I lingered there for a few seconds and realized I was getting carried away on that spot. Next my fingers ran along the top of bikini bottom. The tip of the crack of her ass just visible. My finger danced over it.
I quickly moved my hands back up her back to the base of her neck.
"Honey don't forget my sides.". She said without lifting her head.
I put some more oil on my hands and raised up onto my knees so I get to both sides of her. I ran my hands about halfway down her smooth sides, gazing right at the bulge of her large tit on the blanket. With each swipe I went lower inching toward the top of her breast. The next swipe my fingertips brushed over the top of her mounds on each side of her. The next swipe I felt more of her tit and then the next pressed into her farther down, brushing against the towel. I did this a few more times my mind racing, 'God, I'm feeling up Aunt Jenny!'
I was jolted back out of that thought.
"Sweetie, could you do my legs now?"
Jesus! She knew I was doing feeling her boobs, of course she knew! How stupid am I?!
I put more oil in my hands and moved down sitting on my calves next to her thick thigh. Her forehead still resting on the back of her hands.
She spread her feet apart forming a wide "V" with her legs. I looked at her inner thighs up to her butt. I could make out the crack of her round ass. I thought, 'Damn, Aunt Jenny is one beautiful woman.'
I started to massage the oil on the top of her thigh next to me. My knees touching the outer part of her thigh. I let my fingers roam over her firm, warm skin. She looked delicious.
I smoothed down to the back of her knee, working my way up her inner thigh, gradually getting higher. When I reached just below her bikini bottom, I pulled my finger up and back. I held my breath when I saw the smooth dark tan line and a slight white strip of her ass.
"Jenny!" My mom's angry voice was sharp and direct.
I yanked my hands away from Aunt Jenny's thigh.
Mom was glaring down at us. Her hands in a fist on her hips, her elbows out. She had on a two-piece dark blue bathing suit.
"That's enough oil Michael, anymore and she'll slip into the ocean."
My mom, Beth, is two years younger than Jenny. But my mom is only 5.7, thinner, her tit would fit in your hand, she has light auburn hair, hazel eyes. If they stood together, you could see they were sisters, their faces are similar. When they were kids, people thought they were twins, or so they tell everyone.
Mom continued her lecture, "Jenny, we talked about this sort of thing. Leave the boy alone."
"He was just putting oil on me, so I wouldn't burn."
"Yeah, I saw. Michael, you can get up now and get back in your chair."
I started to stand when I realized I had a raging full-size hard on that had caught the inside lining of my swim trunks and which made it stick straight out like a tent pole.
