I often wonder that if Adele, my aunt, hadn't forgotten her sunglasses that day, then would things have turned out as they have? After all, if she'd remembered to bring the glasses up to the sundeck there would have been no need for me to take a trip down to her cabin and collect them. If I hadn't gone to my aunt's cabin I never would've found the dildo and the book of erotica... And if I hadn't made that little discovery, my mind wouldn't have been filled with the images that followed; images of my lovely aunt using the rubber cock on her tight pussy...
But, she did forget the sunglasses, and I did take that walk. The rest is history.
My parents have always been well off. Not quite rich, but decidedly wealthy, wealthy enough to treat me to a celebration cruise around the Mediterranean when I completed my degree. As the fates would have it my girlfriend, who was also supposed to be coming along on the cruise, ditched me two weeks prior to the departure date and it was decided that Aunt Adele, my mother's sister, would come along instead.
It didn't take much in the way of administrative juggling and as we set sail from Southampton all that separated my aunt's cabin from mine was a connecting door. I didn't realise at the time just how much of an influence that door was going to have on my life. In fact, I'd say that that door was as much a factor in what followed as the initial discovery I made when collecting Aunt Adele's sunglasses from her cabin.
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It took almost a week before the weather picked up enough for Aunt Adele to go sunbathing. I was bored shitless by that time. I was looking for adventure; I was free for the first time in four years. I had no studies to think about and no girlfriend to keep me on the ground. The cruise had seemed like a great idea, but apart from one or two available honeys there wasn't much on board for a randy tom cat like me. I couldn't wait for the warmer climes of the Balearics and the Eastern Med.
'Shit,' my aunt swore. 'I don't believe it. I've left my sunglasses in the cabin.'
I said nothing. I'd just smeared handfuls of sun lotion into Aunt Adele's back. We were both up on the sundeck and making the most of the first full day of sunshine, or so I thought.
'I really need my sunglasses,' Adele whined.
I sighed. It would be no problem for me to just slip on my flip flops and go down to her cabin and collect the fucking glasses. I knew that my aunt was reluctant to move again after being so precisely oiled. Also, I knew she was far too conscious of her exposed body to wander through the corridors below deck in her bikini. It was obviously a time for chivalry.
'Do you want me to go, Aunt Adele?' I asked already knowing the answer.
'Yes please,' she replied. 'Here's the card, they should be on my bedside cabinet.'
I took the keycard and made my way through the labyrinthine twists and turns of the cruise ships decks until I came to my aunt's cabin door. I let myself in and went straight to the cabinet expecting to find the sunglasses easily enough. I found the glasses, but also made another discovery, one that made me sit on the bed in a virtual trance.
I pulled open the middle drawer of the bedside cabinet by mistake. I was just about to close the drawer when I noticed something unusual poking out from under a pile of innocuous underwear. I reached in and was surprised to find a large rubber penis waggling in my hand.
'Jesus,' I thought to myself... 'Aunt Adele!'
I was shocked... I was taken completely by surprise. Of course I knew about such things, but I hadn't expected a face to face under these circumstances. My aunt was a divorcee of about two years standing, but even so, the discovery of her dildo had knocked me for six. Then I found the book.
Aunt Adele obviously enjoyed a little read while she used the rubber cock on herself. The volume I found in the drawer was full of erotic goings on between masters and servants, teachers and pupils, mature women and young men... I read a few lines of several chapters and became quite immersed in the lewd, lascivious goings on. The mental image of my aunt, reading this very book and masturbating grew quickly vivid in my mind.
I realised what I was doing and came to my senses. I stuffed the book and the dildo back in their drawer, found the glasses and left the cabin behind. It took the walk back to the sundeck before my erection subsided enough to enable me to put in an appearance with some degree of propriety.
'Thank you,' Aunt Adele smiled at me and took the sunglasses from me. I couldn't look at my Aunt as she reclined on the sunchair, all oiled and shining. The mental picture of her flashed repeatedly across the screen behind my eyes whenever I tried to relax and enjoy the warmth of the sun. Aunt Adele's semi nude close proximity didn't help either, which prompted my excuses and forced me to leave her to sunbathe alone.
I tended to avoid my aunt after that. I tried my best to miss her at mealtimes, and also made up excuses for missing excursions when the ship docked at various ports. Looking back, it must have been obvious to Adele that I was avoiding her. We'd been pretty friendly before the day I'd visited her cabin, but now, suddenly, it was as though she'd caught some dreaded, contagious disease. I couldn't keep far enough away.
Of course my self imposed exclusion zone didn't include my bed. I found that when I was alone in my cabin at night I would begin to fantasise about Adele, just a few feet away in her cabin, separated by the adjoining door...
In spite of the self loathing I inevitably felt for lusting after my own mother's sister, I would masturbate ferociously and imagine my aunt using that obscene rubber phallus as she read her erotica in bed. I envisaged how her hot, swollen pussy would look as she slowly slid the length of the cock into her body. I could hear the sound her undoubtedly dripping sex would make as the dildo squelched against her slippery, juicy cunt as well as her soft sighs and minute mewls of pleasure. In my mind's eye I saw her long, thick, scarlet nipples begging to be sucked... God, I was desperate for my aunt... and my semen gushed urgently from my cock end and pooled thick and shiny on my belly as I panted in that post masturbatory bliss, a momentary respite from the desire I felt for Adele.
'Is everything okay, Russ?' my aunt asked one evening as we both climbed into a Cypriot taxi, bound for Ayia Napa.
'Sure, everything's fine,' I replied evasively. I squirmed uncomfortably under Adele's scrutiny. I'd only taken the ride with her so that I could get into the lively resort. I intended to find a group my own age, or maybe even get off with a hot little holiday maker at the earliest opportunity, Adele could look after herself.
'You've really been funny lately.' Adele wouldn't let it go. 'I hope I haven't done anything to upset you.'
I looked at my aunt. I felt more than a little guilty; after all, she'd done nothing wrong, I was the one with the problem. So what if she used a dildo and read dirty stories, wasn't she entitled to do whatever she wished in the privacy of her cabin? She was a healthy thirty five year old woman, a divorcee with an appetite, my mother's sister perhaps, but still a woman - I really needed to get over myself!
