While this story involves a relationship between an 18 year old boy and his aunt, there is considerable content regarding the woman's natural appearance and the young man's fondness for that. Please check the story tags.
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Jimmy Webb awoke in a cold sweat, having bolted upright in the darkened room, and judging by the way the bedroom door opened quickly after his Aunt Meg ran down the hall, the young man knew that his nightmare must have come with a soundtrack courtesy of him screaming one again.
"You okay Jimmy?" Aunt Meg asked as she stood in the doorway, her plump figure silhouetted by the light from the hall behind her. "Jimmy?"
"Yeah Aunt Meg - I'm sorry," Jimmy said sheepishly as he cursed himself silently for being such a big baby yet again, but he was distracted by the sight of his usually modest Aunt Meg wearing a plain white nightie and nothing else.
While the nightie was nothing particularly erotic in itself, seeing his aunt like this certainly was. Jimmy was tempted to turn on the light so he could see better, because while he could easily make out the outline of the middle-aged woman's pendulous breasts through the satin as well as the shadow of what looked like a dense black triangle between her legs, he wanted to see more of what he often fantasized about in the months since he moved in to the divorced woman's house after Mom passed.
"Nothing to be sorry about honey," Aunt Meg cooed, sounding a lot like his Mom used to as she left the door ajar and came over towards the bed, and to Jimmy's delight she said on the edge of the mattress. "Dreaming about Mom?"
"Yeah."
"Want me to lay down here with you for a bit?" Aunt Meg offered and without waiting for the boy to answer brought her legs up onto the bed and shifted around so she was reclining while facing her nephew, propping her elbow onto the pillow next to his.
Jimmy's eyes went from the glorious sight of his aunt's breast swaying down towards the bedding to something he had never gotten more than brief limited views from peeking up Aunt's Meg's sleeves over the years, and even though he had relieved himself before falling asleep like he did every night, his dick was surging at the sight of the thick tuft of black hair that filled the large round cavern of her armpit.
Aunt Meg was talking to her nephew but Jimmy hardly heard her, so fixated was he at the sight of his Aunt there next to him almost naked. Her breasts Jimmy knew were large, but now unsupported by her 40D bra they looked even bigger than he had dreamed, and after wishing for months that Aunt Meg's would wear something without sleeves so he could really see her armpits, this was an embarrassment of riches for the perpetually horny boy.
"Jimmy?" Aunt Meg asked as she lowered her face towards her nephew's line of vision, and when the boy realized his aunt was trying to get his attention she repeated, "What are you looking at honey?"
"Uh - nothing. Sorry. Daydreaming," Jimmy mumbled as he looked up at his Aunt Meg, and she had a little smile on her face when he blushed while trying and failing to keep his eyes meeting hers.
"You can tell me honey," Aunt Meg said softly, and as she spoke her left hand reached up and brushed her short wavy hair away from her cheek, making the lad's distractions double briefly. "Tell your Aunt Meg. It's okay."
"Uh..."
"I mean, I know I'm not as pretty as those ladies in your magazine," Meg said, and when Jimmy's head swiveled around in panic she added. "I wasn't snooping honey. You left in on the night table one day last week - along with your socks."
Jimmy's face turned red at the mention of the issue of Hippie Girls that he had bought at the adult book store the day he turned 18, and as for the socks, they were a trick a friend at school had told him about. Slipping his erection into a sock when he masturbated kept the mess intact, but the thought that his aunt had seen the stiff twisted sock and figured out what it was humiliated him as much as her seeing the magazine.
"I'm sorry," Jimmy mumbled, kicking himself for being so careless.
"Nothing to be sorry about honey," Meg assured him. "You're a growing fellow with needs, and while I obviously was never a boy, believe me that when I was your age I did much the same thing. I used to fantasize about movie stars like James Dean - he was popular back then."
"You did?"
"Of course, and with me being all alone now - well - let's just say that I think that I need a boyfriend as bad as you need a girlfriend," Meg explained. "I even looked at your magazine a little. Some of those ladies are even hairier than I am."
With that Meg lifted her arms and looked at the thick tuft of black hair that she hadn't bothered shaving since her husband passed away a couple years ago.
"I should shave though," Meg mused. "I'm as hairy as a man."
"No," Jimmy said quickly. "I mean - there was a Sophia Loren movie on TV last month and she didn't shave either."
"Well, I'm no Sophia Loren," Meg replied as she watched Jimmy staring at her nipples which were pressing hard into the satin nightie. "Even if I lost a little weight. Tell me honey - when you pleasure yourself do you always look at your magazine?"
"No - sometimes I think about - girls."
"Girls at your school?"
"Sometimes," Jimmy said, not even trying to keep his eyes from his voluptuous aunt.
"Anybody else?" Meg asked her eyes going down to the tent in the sheet that covered her prone nephew. "Do you ever think about me?"
Jimmy didn't answer with words but the way sweat was beading up on his flushed forehead spoke volumes.
"Aren't you warm with that sheet on you honey?" Meg asked. "Why don't we slip that off of you?"
"No!" Jimmy yelped, grabbing the sheet to keep it over him.
"Are you naked under there?" Aunt Meg asked.
"Sort of," Jimmy admitted, because although he wore underwear to bed they were down around his ankles.
"Another sock," Meg said, noticing that she had pulled the sheet down far enough to reveal around bunched up sock under that, and when he picked it up she noticed that it wasn't stiff but just soggy, causing her nephew's anguished look to get even worse. "You're a frisky fellow, aren't you honey? Don't be upset. Maybe I can help."
"What?" Jimmy asked as Meg pulled the sheet slowly down, and although the lad resisted at first Meg was persistent.
Down the sheet went, first exposing Jimmy's smooth scrawny chest and flat stomach and then revealing the little nest of curls above his penis before her nephew's erection was revealed.
"Oh my," Meg said, smiling and biting her lower lip as she saw the pale prong pointing straight up, the skin on the rigid tube stretched to the limit. "You don't look anything like you did when I used to change you diapers 8 years ago."
"It's little - not like the guys in the magazine," Jimmy said, cringing when he saw the bead of semen that was forming on the tip of the acorn head of his dick.
"Nonsense," Meg said after taking a deep breath, noting that while Jimmy's manhood was very slender there was nothing small about it. "You have a very nice penis. You know, it's been years - may I touch it?"