I've wanted to write this story for a long time, since I was 18. I knew all about erotic literature, even before the events that took place. This is the story of how I had my encounter with the first mature woman in my life, who just happened to be my second cousin. I am going to keep some details somewhat secretive, as I wouldn't want some people knowing this whole story.
This is my first story. If you want to leave comments, please be kind or constructive.
Thanks for reading!
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My name is Andrew. At this point I was 18, a skinny kid with brownish hair and unexperienced in every arena in life. I grew up in an American, blue-collar town, a place where people came from all over the world to work in the local industry. People worked as machinists, large equipment operators, and regular laborers. My little town was just that...little. I lived with my parents and my brother, Peter, who was slightly older than me.
The story starts when Sarah, my mother's first cousin, came to stay with us. My brother and I used to call her "Aunt Sarah," although she was our second cousin. She grew up with my mother, and they were close, almost like sisters. Sarah was now in her late 40s, and she stood about 5'8". She had short, blonde hair, kept spiked up with product. It wasn't her hair that attracted me to Sarah, however, it was her body. She was slightly overweight, but the weight was proportioned to the right areas. She had a full ass, thick thighs, broad shoulders, and a little weight around the center. The best attribute that Sarah had, however, were her huge tits. I remember seeing her in bathing suits when I was a kid, and I always thought her tits were amazing.
Sarah lived a state away, and she had come to town to visit family. She slept downstairs on the couch, while mom, dad, my brother, and I slept upstairs. Lucky for me, my bedroom was directly above the living room where she was sleeping, and I had a small vent in my bedroom floor that allowed heat from the gas furnace downstairs to travel upstairs. I could lay in the floor and listen to conversations happening downstairs, and I could occasionally spy on people if they were in view.
And that's where this story really begins. My parents had gone to bed, and I was in my room. I heard people softly talking through the vent, and I slid out of my bed and quietly crawled over to the vent. My brother was talking to Sarah, and I nosily listened to the conversation. Sarah had brought beer with her, and they were talking about drinking it.
"Have you ever had beer, Peter?" Sarah asked.
Peter replied, "Yeah, I've definitely had beer," and he chuckled at the thought that a 20-year-old young man wouldn't have tried beer.
"Well, let me get us a few, I'll be right back," Sarah said. I heard her walk out of the living room, and I waited silently, trying to breathe quietly. She returned a minute later with two beers, sat on the couch beside Peter, and handed him one.
They cracked them open and continued talking. They were whispering, trying to speak as quietly as possible as not to wake me or my parents. Little did they know I was eavesdropping.
"So, how's college going?" Sarah asked.
"Oh, I picked up too many credit hours this semester, so I'm overwhelmed."
"Are you at least having fun? Seeing some girls outside of class?"
Peter sighed and said, "Well, there have been a few here and there."
"Ooh, so you have some experience!" Sarah cracked.
"Hah! I guess you could say that," Peter responded.
"You're a good-looking boy, I bet the girls are crazy about you."
"Ahh, I don't know about that."
"Well, I think you've grown into a very nice-looking young man."
"Thanks, Sarah. You're not too bad yourself."
Sarah hummed, obviously surprised by Peter's comment. I couldn't see them, as the couch was out of view from the vent, but I could hear the couch squeak slightly as Sarah scooted closer to Peter. "Come here," Sarah said. Then I heard it! They kissed! I immediately went hard, knowing that I shouldn't be overhearing this obvious taboo moment. Sarah and Peter kissed for what seemed like minutes, and I could hear them stop occasionally and giggle. Jealousy rose inside me, as I imagined Peter's hands feeling Sarah up, squeezing her massive tits.
They made out for what seemed like forever, but it was probably more like five minutes.
"Mmm, did I do that?" Sarah whispered.
"You know you did..." Peter responded. Of course, I knew what she had noticed: my brother must have pitched a tent.
I heard a zipper, and I heard Peter gasp.
"Does that feel good?" Sarah whispered, even softer than before.
"Mhmmm," Peter sighed.
"You like them? You can touch them," Sarah said.
"Oh my God," Peter said. I cursed in my head, as I couldn't see anything, but I knew that Peter was grabbing Sarah's huge boobs. "Oh fuck, I'm close."
"That's okay. I want you to cum."
Peter groaned, and I could hear Sarah's hand continue to pump him.
"Wow, that was a lot. I love it," Sarah said. "Jesus, if your mom knew, I'd be kicked out of here. You better finish your beer and go to bed."
I laid still and quiet, and when I heard Peter heading up the stairs, I quietly crawled back over to my bed. Peter passed my room, heading towards his bedroom. I laid there that night, staring at the ceiling, wondering about what I had just overheard. I was so jealous. Why couldn't Sarah have chosen me? I wanted her hand on my cock, and I wanted those amazing breasts in my hands and in my mouth. I stroked my cock until I came really hard in a sock. My last thought before slipping into the dreamworld was, "I hope I didn't make too much noise," as Sarah was obviously within earshot, despite being downstairs.
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The next day, my brother got up early and packed his things. He had to head back to college, which was in a town about an hour and a half away.
Before he left, I cornered him and asked, "So, did something happen last night? With you and Sarah?"
His face immediately went flush, and he stammered on his words, "What? No, what do you mean? We drank some beer, that's all. Are you thinking about telling mom that I drank beer?"
"No, no. I just thought I heard something," I replied.
He scoffed and said, "No, Andrew, nothing happened. Don't tell mom that I drank beer, but even if you did, she knows that I've drank it before."
"Whatever," I replied, as I watched him storm off, heading towards the front door. He hugged my parents, and Sarah, and then walked to his old car and drove off.
I spent the rest of the day wondering if I could get the same treatment from Sarah. I jerked off a few times thinking about her hand sliding up and down on my cock, and thinking about her pulling her huge tits out for me to fondle.
That day passed very slowly. Late that night, my parents finally went to bed, and I knew it was time for me to follow suit. Sarah gave me a hug before I went, and I felt her large breasts pressed up against my chest. I tried to hide my excitement. She smiled and said, "See you later. Have a good night, baby."
I walked upstairs, thinking about Sarah and that hug and that comment. I closed my bedroom door, and instead of going to bed, I immediately laid in the floor near the vent, trying to hear what Sarah was doing in the living room. It seemed like she was just lying on the couch, out of my view, watching television at a low volume.
Suddenly the television went quiet, though I could still see the light flashing on the walls below.
I laid still, wondering why she had muted her show.
"I can hear you breathing," Sarah whispered.
I gasped and rolled away from the vent. I heard the couch squeak as she stood, and I heard her whisper again, "It's okay, Andrew. I know you were listening last night."
I rolled back over to the vent and looked through it. Sarah stood below me, wearing a low-cut spaghetti-strap shirt and sweat pants. I whispered, "What?! I didn't hear anything."
"Come down here, I want to talk to you," Sarah whispered.
I gulped, wondering if I was about to get in trouble with Sarah, or with my parents, for eavesdropping on guests.
I slowly descended the stairs, careful to be very quiet and not wake my parents.
When I entered the living room, Sarah had sat back down on the couch.
"Come here, Andrew. I just want to talk," she whispered as she patted the cushion next to her.
I slowly crossed the room and sat down next to Sarah, being careful not to ogle her large breasts which were only half-covered by her low-cut shirt.
"I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't know you could hear me, and I didn't mean to upset you by eavesdropping. I was just curious."
"It's okay. I knew you were listening. Honestly, it turned me on."
I was dumbfounded. "What? It what? I..."
Sarah laid her hand on my lap. "Andrew, I've noticed how you look at me. You don't have to be shy." She inspected my face, probably wondering how I was taking these new revelations. She hummed and asked, "Would you like a beer?"
"Uhh, sure. I'd love one."
I had drunk a few times before and I hadn't really enjoyed beer, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to drink a beer with Sarah. I thought to myself, "she said it turned her on that I was listening? Will I get to touch her, like Peter did?!"
Sarah stood up from the couch and left the room, returning shortly with two Miller Lites. She handed me one, then sat back down beside me.
"Sooo...did you like what you heard last night?"
