This is a true story of my youth. Its amazing how life takes its shape. I had the good luck to be able to live out my fantasy with a wonderful lady. My aunt Violet.
My aunt Violet was the first real love of my life. I was 18 and revelling in the excitement that older ladies were now causing me. A little while earlier, I had been seduced by my teacher, a Nun. But that’s another story.
Violet was a young boy’s dream. Long shoulder-length raven black hair, ruby red lips, a voluptuous, well-rounded figure and a way of moving that gave me an instant erection. She was married to my Uncle Gerry. He was ok I guess, but he never said much. I would stay with them often during the summer months as they lived out in the country and it was great to spend as much time there as I could.
I had gotten into the practice of searching in the laundry basket for my aunts underwear, and taking them to bed with me. I really enjoyed smelling them, sucking on the gusset and wrapping them around my cock as I masturbated. Like I said, I was 18 and well developed for my age and had already been introduced to real adult sex a few months before. I’d obviously been with a few girls from school and suchlike, but the inexperience of them and myself never really made for complete satisfaction. So my fantasies were all about Violet, and how great it would be if she would let me fuck her sometime.
One night I had been going at it for hours in bed, and had masturbated into her panties a couple of times. I was tired, and instead of returning the underwear to the basket, I placed them under my pillow and went to sleep. Of course, being as forgetful as young boys are at that age, I forgot all about them next morning and gleefully went down to breakfast with not a care in the world.
My cousins Joe and Roy had already left for a fishing trip that day. My uncle Gerry was just leaving for his work as I entered the kitchen. So I sat there having my tea and toast when my aunt came storming in. One look at her face told me that something was up, and that it was probably my hide she was after! I saw her sodden underwear clenched in her hand and knew that I was for the chop!
She slapped me in the face with her underwear and demanded I tell her what they were doing under my pillow and why they were covered in my spunk. (She actually said the word ‘spunk’ which kind of turned me on even though I was embarrassed)
I could only mumble words of innocence and felt my face flush so red.
Again she brought the underwear to my face and demanded I tell the truth, but even if I had wanted to I couldn’t utter a word.
