Another Summer and it was always a good time to go away for a week or two with the whole family. We would rent a good size house on a lake in New England for two weeks and family members would come and go as their schedules and jobs allowed.
The highlight of the Summer was my Aunt "Nancy," she was always the subject in my fantasies as I was growing up. She would stop everyone in her Bikini when crossing the street from the house to the lake and she knew it. Thing is my mom looked just like her...that will be another story.
From about 12 years old until this last Summer (I'm 18 now) I would take any opportunity to find her worn panties and go to the bathroom or woods to get myself off.
So we were settled in for a couple days and no chance to have fun and I wanted to explode! But finally a guy on the lake was taking everyone out on his boat. I pretended that I was not doing well..."I better stay close to the bathroom..." So I waited at the front porch and through the trees I saw the boat well out onto the lake, time to spring into action! I went into the room that the girls were bunking in and there were her cutoffs on the floor with a black thong in them. They were still Moist! Jack pot!
I remembered how they sat in the short so I could put them back exactly how they were found. I ran to the bathroom and was rock hard. I just started my fun when I heard a pound on the door..."Come out you little fucker! I know exactly what you are doing in there!!" Shit Nancy!
I put her thong down the front of my swim trunks and my hard on disappeared immediately. I sheepishly stepped out of the bathroom and played stupid..."I have the shits..." She wasn't buying it as she held her shorts up and..."Where are they you Perv?" Then she reach into the waistband of my shorts and took them out of my shorts!
"Listen, I know you have been doing this for years, go in the kitchen and we will have a talk." She went up to her room and I sat at the kitchen table devastated.
She came back down and the grilling began. She taunted me, called me names and threatened to tell my mother. I was sick ...at first. But her eyes were not angry, I think she was feigning anger because I have seen her really angry. Especially when wanting to kill her ex. So I asked her when she knew I began doing it. She told me she knew a long time ago because of the way I looked at her. "Young boys cannot be subtle with emotions. The first time I think I knew was when you were 13 or so."
