For Josephine
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Aunt Josephine was a handsome woman in her late thirties whom I had adored from as far back as I could remember. She was a huge woman, over six feet and solidly built with a figure that was remarkable for a woman of her size. She had jet-black luxurious hair that reached her waist. Her face was nearly round, with a full nose and lips and big round eyes that made you uncomfortable anytime she turned them on you. They were eyes that held a lot of dark secrets. My family didn't trust her but I didn't care. We shared a tight, intimate relationship, which was unbreakable.
What I cherished most about her was the way she fussed over me anytime I came to stay with her. As from the moment she set her lovely eyes on me she would first engulf me in a bear hug that would nearly cut of air-circulation but I didn't mind since she was so soft. Then she would force me to lie back while she ran around to prepare me a hot meal. She would even set up a hot bath for me. Yes, she really treated me like royalty. And which horny 18 year old wouldn't want that kind of relationship with his hot aunt?
The most likely reason for our closeness was the fact that I was probably the only person who understood her and she was the only person who understood me.
Aunt Josephine was a nymphomaniac, so much so that her craving for flesh had alienated her from the rest of her family. It was not that she was promiscuous. It was just that she enjoyed sex enormously and that she could not just get enough of it. It was her only sin.
She loved to experiment with all types of men (and women) from all social classes, ethnic groups and temperaments. She was conscious of her own sexuality and totally at ease with it. She felt sex was something that should happen naturally without all the red tape that came with it. So as a result she became a serial dater of so many interesting specimens of mankind. Less approving members of the society called her a harlot. I felt she was just trying to be herself. If there was anything I hated in this world it was hypocrisy. Aunt Josephine certainly wasn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy is the only evil that walks the earth, invisible to all but God alone. John Milton said that.
I had met many of her lovers, was even quite friendly with a number of them. They were usually unnerved whenever they met me at her house for the first time but later got used to me when I apparently meant no harm.
I remembered with a smile the first time that I had caught her literally with her pants down. That was two years ago.
Then I was spending the summer holidays in her house. Aunt Josephine was a business woman who was rarely at home and she had given me the key. I had gone for a morning game of basketball and was anticipating a cold shower as I opened the front door.
As I stepped inside the warm interior I immediately knew that something was going on. There was a subtle change in the atmosphere of the house. Every house has its own atmosphere and I can detect changes in the atmosphere like I am a human Barometer.
I went to look for my aunt. I didn't bother to call out her name. I didn't like yelling in quiet places. She wasn't on the ground floor so I silently went up the stairs. I had barely touched the landing when I heard noises: soft moans, grunts and the squeaks of bedsprings. I didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce what was going on. I wanted to turn back and head downstairs but I couldn't resist a peek. Who could? So I went to her bedroom and tentatively put my head round the open doorway. What I saw would remain in my fantasies for the rest of my life.
A huge hunk of a man was banging the daylights out of my auntie. Both were completely naked, sweat ran off their bodies and soaked the bed sheets. He had her eagle-spread and he was pumping her like his life depended on it. She was staring sightlessly in my direction, her huge eyes blinded by extreme pleasure. The scene was so raw, so bestial and yet so touching that I was frozen to the spot.
Suddenly her eyes focused and she perceived my presence. A look of mild apprehension muddled the otherwise blissful expression on her face. I waved reassuringly to her and left.
Moments later the couple came downstairs fully dressed. The hunk was startled to see me but Aunt Josephine quickly made introductions. After he left she expected my demeanor to change towards her. On the contrary, I behaved as if I had caught them both playing chess. She was grateful for that and since then she didn't bother hiding her extra curricular activities from me. We became so close that any outsider watching our interaction would swear we were sleeping together.
But such a dangerous undercurrent of lust, if unchecked, will eventually explode to the surface like molten lava bursting from a fissure and lead to forbidden sin.
This was a fortnight later on a particularly chilly night. It had rained heavily and after the downpour came intense cold. I had already retired to my room when I heard a tentative knock on my door.
"Come in."
Aunt Josephine opened the door and came in a little way. She was wearing a transparent pink nightdress that was barely decent. Her black bra that was having difficulty in containing her magnificent breasts was very evident. So were the slim black panties. She smelt of soap.
"Please come over to my room for a moment. I just saw one big bloody rodent gallivanting around my bed."
