My Aunt Sarah

I’d passed my driving test very quickly. I was lucky enough that my parents bought me an older car meaning I was now independent and not reliant on lifts or public transport. I was still in education now in the sixth form studying my A-Levels. I’d had girlfriends but in no way was I experienced in sex, in fact when I turned 18, I was still a virgin.

My 18th birthday passed with a lot less splendour and applause than I thought it would, the only thing new was the illicit thoughts I was now having after a recent erotic and strange dream….

My aunty, Sarah, was as ordinary as you can imagine for a woman who grew up as a miner’s daughter and a miner’s wife. She was now 40, brunette, with her hair cropped at shoulder height with a slight curl, I think they call it ‘wavey’. She wasn’t stand out as attractive but was very kind and warm-hearted. She was short at 5ft 4 and let’s say ‘plump’, a rounder figure. She didn’t have ‘heaving’ breasts rather subtle-sized ones that complimented her body shape. At a guess I would say 34c which I thought would be a nice handful, I’ll get onto why I was thinking of my aunt’s breasts in ‘handfuls’. My Aunty was a widow with three children, my cousins. My cousins were slightly younger than me and my uncle had tragically died of a brain tumour about 4 years earlier and my Aunty as far as I knew hadn’t met anyone else.

I short time before my 18th birthday I’d had what is commonly known as a ‘wet dream’, my shorts in the morning were sodden with my seed. The dream and my memory of it all though a little jaded was very explicit and as you have guessed involved my aunty. In the dream, I’d been visiting her as she’d asked me to have a look at her computer. This was quite normal as she often asked me to do manual or technical jobs. I knew a little more about computers than my friends but was self-taught. Back to the dream….

I’d finished the job of sorting her computer and was having a drink with her in the living room, I was sitting on the settee she was sitting in an armchair. She was wearing a white pullover which slightly showed the curves of her breasts, a black pleated skirt down to just above her knees and dark tanned tights. I’m not sure she had noticed but as she had sat down in the armchair her skirt had ridden up slightly showing more of her ample thighs than I had seen before. This sent a ‘prick’ of electricity through my meat, resuscitating it. It had quickly gone from being relaxed to a throb as my dick pressed uncomfortably hard against the inside of my jeans. Again, we’re still in my dream so everything happens quickly and unexpectantly, but my Aunty had obviously spotted the now visible lump in my jeans and instead of me blushing she had!

Blazingly I turned to my aunty and said “Are you ok Sarah? You are looking hot; your cheeks have gone red”.

She looked me apologetically in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry but I noticed that you’d grown something in your jeans”.

Now it was my time to blush and stir sat on the settee. “I’m so sorry Aunty I noticed your skirt had ridden and I caught sight of your thighs”.

This dream, its story, the language, and the content were unfolding like 80’s porn films. We were going from zero to one hundred in minutes with candid behaviour going out the window. I know for a fact in real life it would never play out this way. Anyway, back to the porn film, oops sorry, wet dream of my aunty…

I remember in the dream I got up and walked across to her and knelt in front of her whilst she sat in the armchair. I nervously slid my hands along her thighs to the hem of her skirt. Now this is probably where I got super excited in my dream because it goes from being clear to a bit of a blur. I remember reaching under my aunt’s skirt, hooking my fingers under her tights and knickers, and pulling downwards. All whilst this was happening, I can’t remember my aunty saying anything nor trying to stop me. I continued to roll the tights and knickers down her thighs, over her knees, down her shins and off her feet. I remember her legs being white like they hadn’t seen the sun in a while. I’d then hunched her forward in her armchair and somehow being already naked myself had inserted my meat inside her, no sounds no resistance, nothing and then that was it, that’s all I can remember.

Let’s just say the dream had stirred immense lust inside of me and my go-to daily masturbation was me of my aunty, me having sex with her. I’d had to fill in major gaps, what did she look like naked? I’d imagined she had an unkept bush, big nipples, and a soft body. It never took me long to think of my aunty in this way.

Back to the real world, being in the sixth form at college exams were over and whilst all other years were still studying, I found myself with plenty of time to myself. My mum must have told my aunty that I was finished now for the summer, three weeks before the official college end of term as she called me earlier on a Monday morning to see if I could nip across to have a look at her computer again. Something was playing up and she couldn’t sign into Facebook. I said I was free and that I could nip straight over in the car. Now, this would be the first time I’d been around since the wet dream and many days of pulling on my cock thinking of her. I was excited and filled with lust, not sure what I was expecting to happen, it was like I’d filled my head that I’d get there, and everything would play out like the dream, like an 80’s porn film. I reality-checked myself and internally gave myself a good slap to wake myself up to the real world.

I drove the 6 miles to my Aunties house, an end-of-terrace 70’s style house on a larger estate. I pulled onto the drive and could see that my aunty was waiting for me at the front door. My penis twitched as I saw from the car that she was wearing a white sweater, a black pleated skirt that came to just above her knees, dark-tanned tights, and black shoes. “No way,” I thought to myself. I parked and took 30 seconds to compose myself. My aunty shouted to me “Get out of the car silly”.

I got out, first adjusting myself so that it wasn’t easy to see that I had a semi-hard-on, “Hi Sarah, how you doing”?

“Come on get yourself in, this bloody computer is doing my head in. Do you want a drink”?

I could smell that she had perfume on, not necessarily my favourite but enough to draw me in close as I passed her in the doorway. “Yeah, can I just have a Coke please”?

As I passed my aunty my hand had brushed over her arm by accident, another twinge of excitement downstairs in my jeans “I’ll go straight up to the computer shall I, is it on?” I asked my aunt.

“Yeah, go on up, it’s already logged in”.

Her computer was in one of my cousin’s rooms, as I went up, I sneaked a peak into my aunt’s bedroom. I’m not sure what I was hoping for though, my aunty was downstairs it is not like I’m going to catch her naked. Was I crazy enough to go looking for underwear? No, that’s just weird I said to myself.

My cousins were being taught in education as it was now 10 am, I sat down at the computer, nothing obvious so I did a simple reboot. I knew my aunties password to log in as I’d had to sort her computer a few times. When it fired back up and I logged her in everything came up fine and I was quickly able to log her into Facebook, no problem. Whilst my aunty was downstairs getting a drink, I decided to look at her internet history. What was I looking for exactly? It’s not like she spends all her time trawling through porn sites like 18-year-old boys! There wasn’t much interest, she had been researching dating sites, but it didn’t look like she had signed up for anything yet. That did get me thinking though, I’d mentioned that since my uncle had died, she hadn’t dated, I wonder now if she was wanting some male attention. Another lustful twinge in my jeans!!

I heard a shout from downstairs “I’ve got your drink I’m coming up”.

“It’s ok” I shouted “It’s sorted, I’m coming down.

“What was the problem,” my aunty asked as I entered the living room.

“Haven’t got a clue, I simply rebooted the computer and when it came up everything was fine”.

“Hmmm,” my aunt said, “Is it me being a numpty again?”

“No way Sarah, you’re not a numpty, it’s just what computers do”.

She handed me the coke and as I sat on the sofa she sat in the armchair in the corner of the room. Wearing the same clothes as my dream and now sitting in the same armchair as my dream, all I could think of was me fucking my aunty!

I must have spaced out because my aunty turned to me and said “You, ok? You were away with the fairies then!”

I felt my cheeks start to burn as I uncontrollably blushed. Why was I blushing she can’t see or hear my explicit thoughts and lustful gaze.

“What’s going on Jim?” My aunty said.

My aunt and I have always had a unique relationship. We were close and I always tended to turn to her when I needed to talk about anything, girls, relationships, life. She had leant on me even though I was young when my uncle died. We had always shared things and been honest with each other. My aunt was the one person I couldn’t lie to. Now it was different, all I could think of was having sex with her, lustful thoughts. Do I tell her? Do I continue being open and honest with her? I could feel myself starting to sweat across my cold forehead. Like a fever!

I said words that must have made no sense because my aunty said “Eh. What was that”.

I composed myself, thought about the situation, thought about what I had been doing since my wet dream, thought about how many times I’d beaten myself off thinking about my aunty and how much seed I’d shot into tissue imagining it was her cunt.

“Sarah, I need to tell you something”.

“That sounds serious, “my aunt said.

Was I going to tell her? What was I realistically hoping would happen if I told her? Surely, she would just recoil in disgust, kick me out of her house, and tell my mum (her sister).

Fuck it, it was killing me, I can’t keep lusting after my aunt every time I saw her, that would be more uncomfortable?