My first sexual experience with my aunt Rose happened about a year ago just after I?d turned eighteen. I suppose that I?d had the “hots” for her lush body ever since I reached puberty. I know that I never missed a chance to be around her so that I could steal looks at anything she might accidentally expose to my avid gaze; some cleavage here and part of a thigh there.
Aunt Rose was my mother?s baby sister and much more liberated than the other members of my family. She and my mother were as different as night and day in the way they dressed and acted and I?d witnessed many a spat between them due to their differences. Mom thought aunt Rose was a family disgrace and Rose accused mom of being an old foggy.
Aunt Rose was divorced from her second husband and in her mid forties when this story took place. She?d asked for my help doing some yard work and I?d jumped at the chance. It was mid-summer and hot as hell where we lived so I?d only worn a pair of shorts and a ragged tee shirt over to her house that day. She greeted me at her back door dressed in a halter-top and short shorts and there was more of her hanging out of her outfit than there was inside! I started getting a hard-on almost immediately, but managed to hide it I thought. After our initial greeting, I followed her into her back yard and began helping her pull weeds in her flowerbeds.
Working next to her so that she could show me what was a weed and what was a flower, gave me numerous opportunities to steal looks at her huge, barely cancelled breasts. Off course my woody came roaring back and refused to go away. After several hours in the hot July sun, we were both sweating like crazy and aunt Rose suggested that we go inside and cool off.
Once we got inside, she headed towards her bedroom with me right on her heels trying to keep her engaged in conversation about her flowers.
“I?m going to sponge off a little bit,” she said as she started removing her halter and turned her back to me. Without realizing it, she was standing in front of her dressing mirror and I coped her reflection when she got her halter off and her massive tits jiggled into view. Her fat nipples immediately became long and puckered when the cool air of the room hit them.
“You sure do have beautiful breasts aunt Rose,” I remarked.