My father's aunt Jeanne and I are lovers.
She is 72 and I am 18. How we became lovers is an interesting story.
She is the only member of my father's family that lives near us. We see her all the time. She is a neat lady, cute and funny. She doesn't look at all her actual age. She can always be found in her garden in the backyard, puttering around in shorts and a halter. I have always been sad that no men her age ever seem to be around. She claims that men her age aren't much use to her.
I spend a lot of time at her house helping with chores, gardening or repairing. We painted her bedroom over the course of a few days. We had dragged every bit of furniture out into the living room, to make way for the work. She had gone out to get lunch, one afternoon and I was taking a break on the living room sofa. There was a box of photo albums next to me and I started thumbing through them. Upon finishing the fourth album, I looked into the bottom of the box and saw a shoebox hidden at the bottom of the stack. I uncovered it and pulled it out.
I got the shock of my life when I opened it. Inside were photos of Jeanne completely nude in various poses. I was immediately terrified of having found them but was also very turned on. She was beautiful! I continued through them noticing that they covered the many years of her life; some when she was quite young; some taken quite recently. In every one, I was dazzled by her beauty. Even now she had a gorgeous form; smallish breasts, with just a hint of sag; a beautiful bottom; a very small trimmed patch of pubic hair; a lean, sensuous back. I was erect immediately.
At the middle of her collection, there were shots of her and another man. I knew from other photos that this was not her husband of 38 years. I didn't recognize him but noticed that he was endowed like some fertility god, with what must have been a 10" penis. There were shots of her astride him, sucking on his cock and taking him from behind. She looked so hot! There were also shots of her making love with another woman. They kissed each other tits, and 69'd. There was even a close up shot of her eating this woman's pussy. Incredible!
I could resist taking the box to the bathroom and jerking off. As I was just about to come, I heard the front door close.
"Jason? I'm back." she called. 'Oh shit!' I thought I'm totally busted. I had a mental flash of the condition I had left her box of photo albums on the floor. I was frantically trying to get the photos back into the box, when I heard her at the door. "Are you in there?" she asked.
"Yeah. I'll be right there," I was trying to stuff my erection back into my shorts.
There was a long silence before she asked,
"Have you got my photos in there?"
"Photos?" I asked weakly. Totally fucking busted! Again another long pause.
"My nudes?"
"Um," was all I could think to say.
I couldn't stay in there forever. Slowly I turned the knob and opened the door. She was standing there looking at the box in my hand. She took it gently from me, then looked me in the eye.
"Lunch is ready," she said calmly. I stared blankly for a second.
"Aunt Jeanne, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...I was just...," silence.
"I'm not mad," she said softly, "I just don't want them leaving this house. I'm not ashamed of being nude. I love being nude, as you can probably tell. The naked body is a beautiful thing. I just don't think most people would really understand. I hope that you can help me keep my secret between us."
"Oh yeah. Of course" I stammered. "I won't tell anyone..." my voice trailed off as I noticed her staring at my erection.
"Did you like them?" she asked unnecessarily.
"Oh, you are so beautiful!" I gushed. "I love them!"
"So it would appear." She whispered at my straining cock. "Come. Let's eat."
She said those last few words in such a way as to almost make me come in my pants on the spot.
Over lunch she told me about how he came to having so many photos of herself in sexual positions. Her husband had been an avid photographer. He was the one who had first photographed her in the nude. She enjoyed being the muse and after a few years had begun to pose for other photographers. The man in the photos was a close friends of theirs for many years. She loved making love with him, and her husband loved watching and taking pictures. The had been on vacation in Hawaii one year when they met the woman in the photos. Over the course of ten years as close friends they made love to each other often. Only very rarely, though, would she consent to being photographed.
"It's been years since I've been photographed. After Ben died, I just lost the desire. Also, not having someone to take the pictures makes it tough."
"God! I would love to take pictures like that," I told her.
"Well, maybe we can work something out," she whispered to me.
