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As a young man, I always found some of my family member's behaviors to be rather curious. I always noticed these seemingly innocent comments and gestures. As I got older and more perceptive I started to really enjoy the attention from my aunts and cousins. I of course fantasized about girls my own age that were not in the family, but there was something about an older women, especially my aunt Danica that really got me going.
I had just started going to college. With a few women under my belt I felt a craving for something more. Unfortunately, girls my age seemed to lack any complexity and seemed rather boring to me. Besides, Vanilla has never been my favorite flavor.
I was going to school to become a mechanical engineer so I had my hands full with my studies and didn't have much time to date.
My aunt Danica lived near my dorm. We always had an open door policy which was why I would frequently drop by to escape the distractions of my student life. She treated me like a son and I always felt wanted. She would let me swim in her indoor pool and even cook me a great Italian dinner. Our conversations would frequently go on well into the night. We had a very special connection and I loved being in her company.
Aunt Danica was a social worker who worked with victims of sexual abuse. She was also a very smart woman. Her husband, Ira, ran a large business and was almost always gone during the week. I would drop by and more often than not, it would just be her and I. She would show me how to cook and we would share a meal that felt like I was home again.
I really admired my aunt. She had come from a very difficult childhood and upbringing. She never shared any details but I know that she somehow managed to get past all of that. The fact that she was kind and caring always struck me because I knew she was never treated that way growing up. If I were having difficulties she would always listen so intently. She would look into my eyes and I felt seen and comforted. Looking into her eyes was hypnotic. They were deep, beautiful, brown pools. I could only handle the intensity of her gaze for moments at a time. She seemed to enjoy that power over me in some strange way.
Danica was a beautiful woman. She had olive skin and wavy black hair. She totally seemed not sexually interested towards her husband but at the same time gave me the impression that she was a bit of a freak in that region. I couldn't get away from this sense I had of a concealed darkness that she carried. I found it intriguing and captivating. She sort of had the same vibe as Charlize Theron; beauty with darkness. She loved to wear flowing cotton skirts and tank tops. I loved it when the sun would set and shine light through her skirts outlining her long lean legs.
I felt very close to her and I think she felt the same way towards me. I was a very perceptive young man and I could really see her for who she really was. I believe this fact had allowed her to trust me. Trust was Danica's greatest treasure.
I had many fantasies about Danica. I would masturbate to the image of catching her in the shower or maybe even in the act of getting herself off. It was incredibly taboo to have these fantasies. I would cum so much that the spurts would almost hit my face. I couldn't imagine that she would have any real interest in me sexually although all of those comments she would make made me wonder sometimes. Perhaps she just wanted to help her nephew with his self-esteem.
I had just arrived at Aunt Danica's home after a long day in class but no one was home. I really wanted to go for a swim so I let myself in. I hadn't planned on swimming when I left my dorm so I didn't bother to bring swim trunks. Danica wasn't home at the moment, I figured I could sneak in a quick dip. I went into the pool room and took off all my clothes. I figured I could just jump right into the shower that was connected to the pool room if she came home at any time.
As I swam in the pool the water felt exhilarating against my body. As I swam towards the shower I noticed her bikini hanging from the shower head. Suddenly thoughts started to swirl in my head. The bikini was small and black. I would guess the top was a nice perky B cup. The bottoms were hanging inside out and I could see the soft fabric that came in intimate contact with my aunt's pussy. My pulse was a bit elevated and I started to feel a little shaky at the thought of doing something a little bit naughty with that beautiful bikini. The water rushed over my naked body and felt exhilarating in the pool as I swam.
I got out of the pool and my dick was at already on its way to being fully hard. I walked over towards the shower and craned my neck to make sure no one had pulled up in the driveway. You see, the shower did not have a curtain unfortunately. It was like a tiled walk in closet. My pulse quickened as I turned on the hot water. I grabbed the top first to get a feel for how big my aunt's tits were. She always wore padded bras and it was hard to tell. One time I did see her in a t-shirt after she had just gotten up. Her nipples were hard and looked half an inch long. They were beautiful and pointed up ever so slightly. I think that is why she always wore those damn padded bras.
I hung the top back up carefully to keep it in the same position. I grabbed the bottoms and inhaled deeply. I picked up the faintest scent of her and almost felt weak in the knees. What I was doing was completely wrong but that just added to the fun. I licked the cloth that had been such intimate with her pussy and tried to get a taste. My back was to the opening of the shower when I heard a gasp above the sound of the sizzling shower. I spun around with the bikini bottoms in my hand to my aunt Danica. She had a look on her face somewhere between horror, rage and nausea.
I was frozen in time. I quickly tried to think of a lie but I know she had seen me tasting her delicious pussy. I was fucked. She dropped what was in her hands and quickly left without saying a word. I looked down in shame and noticed that I had a giant hard-on to top it all off.
"How in the hell was I going to get out of this one," I thought to myself as my mind started spinning.
I put on my pants and looked out of the side window in pool room that could just barely see into the kitchen. Danica was pacing around with a crazed look in her eyes.
"What is she thinking? What have I done?" I panicked.
I contemplated how my life in this family may be over. Without thinking I jogged into the house to finished getting dressed. I entered the office and went to shut the door. Just before it clicked, Danica grabbed the handle and ripped it open. She looked like she had seen a ghost and didn't seem to be in her right mind. I was frightened. Her skin was flushed and posture was ready for a fight.
"Jake, you have crossed a line with me that can never be recovered," She said with a tremble in her voice.
You could tell that she was overrun with conflicting emotions.
"Is this how you wanted our relationship to be?" Her voice rang at almost at full volume. "Do you want to eat my pussy?"
I stammered, "No, I was just not thinking."
"You got that right," Danica's voice wavered.
Suddenly she put one leg up on a chair near the corner of the room. She pulled her dress up exposing her small black panties. She ripped her panties to the side exposing her soft black pubic hair.
I could just make out her deep red lips as I stood fixated in shock unable of any response. Danica then took her finger, looking right into my soul, and slid it deliberately in her lubricated folds. I stared transfixed on her finger.
The slightest guttural sound escaped her lips, "ummm." Her awareness seemed to snap back to her rage, "Is this what you wanted, you sick little fuck!?" Danica's desperation for answers reached a crescendo.
She smeared her moistened finger diagonally across my mouth. At this point in time I didn't know what the hell was going on. I could smell her complicated and seasoned pussy. It smelled so good and I felt my erection start to rise slowly.
I watched her look down at her finger. It was still quite wet as if she had dipped it in aloe. I could see her rage growing.
"You like that don't you? You want your auntie's pussy don't you?"