When I was little I loved seeing my Aunt Rachel. She gave the best hugs and usually slipped a dollar bill into my pocket and would whisper in my ear, "It's our secret." By the time I was a young teen I understood my desire to hug Aunt Rachel, her large breasts were soft against my head and hugging her I'd get a glimpse of the tops of them. Aunt Rachel influenced me more than I realized because as I began to date I gravitated to girls who had large pillowy breasts and nice curves of butt and belly.
The day of my 18th birthday Aunt Rachel and Uncle Tim came to the house for my party. I got the usual limp handshake from Uncle Tim who always creeped me out and then Aunt Rachel grabbed me and hugged me. My reaction was instantaneous and embarrassing as my cock grew immediately stiff just as Aunt Rachel reached in my pocket to slip me some money. As her hand slipped in she brushed against my hard cock but instead of pulling away she rubbed it for a second, whispered, "It's our secret" like she always did, and then she let me go. I was in shock but also happier than I'd ever been. I excused myself then and slipped into the bathroom where I did what I'd been doing for the last four years or so, masturbated to images of Aunt Rachel.
The party ended late so Aunt Rachel and Uncle Tim decided to stay over in the guest room that night. The party had been a lot of fun and I was wound up so I got out my hidden copy of Juggs magazine, pulled up the covers and started thumbing through it. As I grew hard I slipped my boxers down and off and began to play with my cock. While I loved the pictures in Juggs because they didn't feature women who'd been "enhanced" I also enjoyed the articles because I learned a few things. What I didn't learn there I learned from Sex Ed and, surprisingly, from PE. What I learned in PE is that not all guys are made the same and that I'm in the more than above average category.
I heard a noise outside my door and, tossing the magazine between my bed and wall, I pretended to sleep. False alarm, it was someone headed to the bathroom. I considered retrieving my magazine and starting again but, as my cock softened, I realized I had to pee. Slipping out of bed I walked down the hall to the bathroom to find it closed and I could hear someone in there. When the door finally opened my aunt was standing there and let out a surprised gasp as she hadn't realized I was waiting. I too let out a gasp but for quite different reasons as Aunt Rachel was wearing one of my mom's robes which barely contained her. My mom is a small short woman so the hem of my mom's robe rested on Aunt Rachel's thigh and barely closed in the front. I couldn't help staring and as I squeezed by Aunt Rachel in the narrow hall I tried my best to get a peak inside the robe.
I closed the bathroom door and lifted the toilet lid before letting loose. I didn't notice the door handle turn but I certainly noticed when the light went out. Looking over, the words "What the fuck?" on my lips, I saw my Aunt Rachel let my mom's robe open and fall to the floor. She took a seat on the bathroom counter, opened her legs, and started to rub herself. "Go ahead and finish and then why don't you come over here?" Aunt Rachel said. I'd forgotten what I'd just been doing but Aunt Rachel's words drew my attention back and I finished peeing. Washing my hands I walked over and stood in front of my aunt's spread legs. Using her hands she spread herself open and suggested I get a better look. Going to my knees I was at eye level with my aunt's hairless pussy. I'd never seen one so bare before and it looked like the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Grabbing the back of my head my aunt drew my mouth to her and I knew what to do then or I thought I did.