My Aunt Sarah Pt. 02

I locked the front door with my right hand, and my jeans fell slightly. The door was all glass, blurred, but I’m sure you could see our partly naked bodies through it. I didn’t care; I was in a beautiful, carefree place at this moment in time. As my aunty continued to lead me upstairs, I hoped this feeling wouldn’t change anytime soon. The sunlight coming through the glass cast shadows on the stairs.

I looked up at my aunty as she held onto my hand. There were thin skin folds around the top of her skirt, and I noticed creases in the back of her thighs. She was so womanly, shapely, and overweight, and I wanted to stroke and squeeze every centimetre of her body.

Her skirt lifted and waved slightly with each step, revealing more of her ample rump. I felt myself growing hard again, my legs seeming to urge me faster up the stairs towards her in anticipation of fucking her hard. I felt like an animal, lusting for my aunty wildly.

“My aunty looked back at me, her soft lips ready to say something, except she was stopped in her tracks. Her eyes moved down my body, landing on my throbbing erection pushing urgently above my falling jeans. Her plump lips then closed and curled into a soft smile.” Can you return downstairs and gather all the discarded clothes on the floor? I’ll see you in the bathroom.”

With that, my aunty let go of my hand. It seemed like she’d been holding it forever. “Of course,” I croaked, my throat dry from the lustful attention I’d been showing my aunty. Or was it still nerves?

I returned downstairs, gathered our entangled garments, and shot back upstairs, taking the thirteen steps two at a time.

I found my aunty in the bathroom, perched on the toilet, the sound of a steady stream of urine splashing inside the bowl. She still had her skirt on, but other than that, she was naked. Her breasts drooped over her stomach as she sat. Her nipples were half showing and no longer erect. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them.

“That was a lot of cum, Jim. Were you saving it for me? Can you start running the bath, please? There is a bottle of bubble bath on the side there.”

I wanted to say something lewd like “There’s more where that came from” or “I have plenty to give you”, but instead, I returned with a simple “I’m sorry, Sarah.”

“Aww, don’t be sorry; I didn’t mean it like that; you’re young and probably able to keep spurting by the bucket load.”

I entered the bathroom further. It was plain, with white furniture, a black bath panel, and a black bathmat. The taps were contemporary chrome; the bath was more extensive than my parents had, and it had a shower attached. I walked over to the tub, turned on the hot and cold taps, and squirted plenty of bubble bath mixture into the tub. It didn’t take long before soft clouds started to form.

I sat on the edge of the bath, my jeans still on but not fastened. My erection had wilted slightly, but I knew it wouldn’t take long to spring back into action.

My aunty reached for some toilet paper, wiped herself, stood up and pressed the flush. She then walked the short distance and sat down on the edge of the bath next to me.

“What am I going to do with you, Jim? I don’t know where to start or what to say.” She looked perplexed as she spoke.

“I know; I’m sorry, this is all my fault,” I looked down at the floor as I replied, steam filling the bathroom.

“You don’t need to be sorry, and it’s not all your fault; I’m meant to be the responsible adult here, your aunty.” She replied reassuringly.

“I’m a little embarrassed, and I don’t know why you had all these thoughts about me. I’m fat, old, didn’t wash today, and can’t remember when I shaved down there.” She looked despondent now, and I could see tears in her eyes as she replied. Maybe all of this was just too much for her.

“Sarah, don’t say those things to me; you are beautiful, I love you, and I just want to look at you and touch you all the time,” I said, now trying to reassure her.

“I’m flattered, but look at me.” A tear rolled down her cheek.

“I am looking at you, and I love you; I want you.” I hugged her tight as I spoke, holding her head to my chest with my right hand, heat rising in the bathroom.

She hugged me back, and we stayed like that, saying nothing for a while.

The bath had filled now, with clouds of bubble bath lapping the top. My aunty put her hand in to check the temperature and depth. “Perfect,” she said. She looked happier, reassured.

She stood and reached for the zipper on her skirt, pulling it down. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally let the skirt drop to the floor. As it fell, her magnificent bush came into view. My eyes were immediately hungry, drinking in the sight of her body, taking in as much as possible in case I never got to see her like this again. I took as many ‘memory photos’ as I could manage, trying to ignore the throbbing of my newly hard cock so I could savour the moment.

As she stepped to enter, her raised foot revealed a sight I didn’t want to look away from. Her crimson and slightly swollen labia, still wet from our previous escapades, stared back at me, almost taunting my hard length to dive deep inside her again.

“Joining me?” she asked.

I didn’t need to be asked twice, My jeans dropped to the floor, and I pried my socks off quickly; I sat opposite her in the bath, the taps in the middle so we could each lean back into the ends of the tub.

“Jim, can we talk? I mean a good talk. Not just about what happened!”

“Yeah, of course.” I felt the need to be led by my aunty now. Before I knew my next move, I needed to understand where she was with this.

“When your uncle died, I struggled at first,” she began, her hands slowly playing with the bubbles that had accumulated between us.

“I know, I said quietly; I hope I supported you as you asked of me?”

“You did, but let me finish,” she admonished gently.

As she continued talking, my eyes were drawn to her breasts, which kept bobbing in and out of the clouds of bubbles. I was getting glimpses of her areolas and nipples, which kept me hard though it seemed we were enthralled in a serious conversation.

“Up here, Jim,” my Aunty said with a smirk as she noticed where I was looking.

“When I struggled, I didn’t have the appetite to care for myself, and I focused on your cousins. As time passed, I got into a routine of not pampering myself, shaving, or bathing frequently. This is why I was so embarrassed.” Her eyes appeared to soften with sadness.

“Don’t worry; I can help you get back into a healthy routine,” I replied. She knew I was a clean freak; I hated body odour, especially the thought of being smelly down there!

“Would you?” she asked.

“Of course,” I replied.

She seemed to think for a moment before speaking again. “Jim, what we did was wrong, but it felt amazing. When I said I’d done nothing like that before, I was being honest.” She seemed to squirm in the bath a little, and she looked away.

“Why don’t you come over here, turn around and let me hold you while we talk,” I asked, my body inching closer to her. I felt all grown up; it seemed we had suddenly flipped as to who was the responsible one here.

She shuffled over, the full bath sloshing slightly as she nestled into me, her back resting on my front. Bubble bath foams squeezed and oozed between us. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my hands on her plump stomach as my semi-erection squirmed against her arse.

“That feels so good,” “Hmmm,” she hummed with pleasure.

“Your uncle was my only lover, so sex with him was all I knew. I loved him dearly, but I think I was sexually frustrated. We only ever did missionary, him laying on top of me, and to be honest, it never lasted all that long. Before today I can’t remember the last time; I had an orgasm.”

“Do you not masturbate; do you not have any … erm …. toys?”

“Jim,” she admonished, seemingly embarrassed.

“What, it’s natural. Masturbation…, orgasms…, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“I know, you are right; it’s just that I’m in the bath with my nephew, talking in detail about explicit things. It’s going to take some getting used to.”

“I’m ok with it; please don’t be embarrassed.”

Talking like this had made me hard again; my aunty must have felt it grow up her back because she seemed to push against it. I moved my hands and cupped her soft breasts.

“That’s nice,” She sighed. Keep holding them while I keep talking.”

I felt her nipples getting hard, which made me even harder. I knew my aunty must have been able to feel it because she wriggled her soft behind against my length, but she made no move to take things further, so I was sure she just wanted to talk for now.

As we talked, I squeezed and massaged her breasts, occasionally trapping her nipples between my fingers and rolling them slightly. Whilst sitting behind her, I knew her eyes were closed; I could see the corners of her eye crease. She pressed further into me.

“To answer your question,” she continued, “I’ve neglected myself sexually; I never wanted to challenge your uncle, so put up with it. I’ve not touched myself, and I don’t have any toys. Although I’m forty, I still have a lot to learn.”

“How about we learn together?” I excitedly suggested.

She turned in the bath slightly, her side now into my chest, forcing me to let go of her breasts.

“Should we?” she questioned me.

“No, we shouldn’t!” I feared where she was going with this.

“Or can we?” she mischievously glinted at me with her eyes. Her internal battle raged on.

“I’m up for it if you are,” I responded. “We’re not hurting anyone; I’m 18, you are single.”

“What about your cousins?” She asked worryingly.

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” I said carefully. I wanted to keep her aligned with my way of thinking.

“What if they find out,” she anguished.

“They won’t,” I retorted. “We’ll be careful; there is so much we can do and teach each other.”

She was back. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “Yes, please, I’m game if you are.”

A moment later, she asked, “Where shall we start?”

“We already have,” I laughed, and for the second time this morning, she laughed with me.