My Aunt Sarah Pt. 03

Thank you so much to ‘Iris’ who spent time reviewing and helping to edit part 2 and now part 3. Iris’ help was essential in getting parts 2 and 3 published.

I woke and slowly opened my eyes, gazing upon my aunty, still sleeping. I was still holding my aunty, finding it difficult to let go. I stroked her breasts; I just loved them. We’d missed lunch. Looking at the clock, it was now late afternoon. My aunty stirred, woke, turned, and pulled me in close. We kissed passionately, and my dick started to shift.

“Oh my god,” my aunty shouted, craning her neck to observe the clock on her bedside cabinet.

“Look at the time; your cousins will be home soon.” She tapped my cock and chuckled lightly. “That’ll have to wait for another time. Plus, I don’t think I can take anymore right now.”

She smiled at me as she rose out of bed. I watched her from behind as she scuttled to the bathroom; I loved her body; she was voluptuous. I watched her arse bounce, and her tits swing from side to side hypnotically.

I heard the water start, and there was the sound of splashing as she quickly washed.

“Your turn she shouted from the bathroom.”

I stretched as I stumbled out of her bed, following the call to the bathroom.

With the shower still running, she stood on the bathmat, drying herself down.

“Need any help” I mischievously asked, her breasts wobbling as she kneaded them with the towel.

“You just get yourself in the shower; you should get off before the girls arrive home.”

I stepped into the hot stream of water, lathering my hands with soap as I tried to wash away the sleep from my body. I was still tired, trying to wake up from my deep sleep, but I knew from my semi-hard cock that I could be ready instantly if there were any chance of further action.

My aunty must have been a mind reader. She looked down at my dick, which twitched slightly, and she grinned.

“Get Dressed; and home before we get caught.”

The hot water hitting my cock together with my aunty rubbing at her body pricked at my arousal further. I wanted her so much.

“Jim,” she cried, waking me up from my thoughts.

Drying quickly, I followed my aunty back to her bedroom. Mesmerised, I sat and watched her put on her underwear, one of the lovely new tops and one of the new skirts.

I reached to touch her, and she lovingly slapped my hand away.

“Jim,” she said, “They will be here soon.”

I dressed quickly, followed my aunty downstairs, and promptly put on my shoes; we kissed some more, deep lingering kisses. I didn’t want to let go again.

She softly prised herself away from my hold. She was sucking me back in for one last hug before I unlocked the door. With car keys in hand, I got in and reversed off the drive, waving goodbye to my aunt; we both looked on longingly.

When I got home, I politely excused myself to my bedroom, saying I had to catch up with friends. “How’s your aunt Sarah,” my mum asked, “All good,” I shouted back, “Her computer is fine, user error!” I heard my mum laughing, unsure why because she knew nothing about computers.

When I got to my room, there was an unopened text message on my phone: from my Aunty. It simply read, “Miss you already xx.”

I texted, “Tomorrow, we have plans; I’m taking you shopping!”

One more text back from my aunt.

“K x”

I had to be quick; I had much organising to do before shops and services closed. I called around a few beauty salons in our nearest shopping centre. I eventually managed to secure an appointment for a morning pamper session that my aunty would love. She would have her hair done, a facial, a pedicure and a manicure.

I also booked an appointment at the Boots store for a skin care discussion to help my aunty decide which products to use.

I texted my aunt:

“I’m picking you up at 9:15 am. We will be out all day. Can you arrange a sitter for the girls?”

I got a reply straight away:

“I’m so excited. I’ll get Liz to have the girls for the evening.”

Liz was my aunt’s best friend; she lived a few doors down. I think they were the same age and I know they had been friends for a long time. Similar in shape to my aunty but not as pretty.

“Shit,” I swore to myself. I just remembered I had football practice. I was knackered but knew I had to go.

I quickly fired off a text:

“See you in the morning x.”

Then I got changed and headed out. Tuesday morning couldn’t come quickly enough.

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I slept well but woke up with an excited knot in my stomach. I wanted to sack off shopping and just fuck my aunty all day; I knew what I had planned for her would make her so happy.

My uncle was very senior in the coal mine where he worked, and although I didn’t like him, he had done exceptionally well to ensure my aunty was ok if anything ever happened to him. As well as two substantial pensions, there was an essential and extensive life insurance policy so my aunty would never have to worry about money. My aunty was humble, though, never flaunting or acting like she had money.

My aunt was waiting for me as I pulled onto her drive. She wore a different pleated skirt, a white flowery short-sleeved top, and a cardigan. Tanned tights donned her legs, as usual; they needed to go. I thought those beautiful legs needed the sun.

“Get in; let’s go I shouted.” She locked up and joined me in the car. She looked around before planting a quick kiss on my lips. I wanted to take her back inside and do unspeakable things to her; I was hard already. My aunty saw the lump in my jeans and gave the outside a quick stroke. “Mmm, is that for me?”

“It’s all yours, Sarah.”

“Later,” she whispered in my ear. “So, what you got planned for us?”

“You’ll see, but I know you will love it! I need your card if that’s ok. I need to get you some presents!”

Being a student without a job, my aunty knew I had no money. I was heavily reliant on my parents. I’d never asked my aunty for money before; I didn’t intend to make this a common theme but thought this would be ok as I would spend it on her.

“That’s fine, Jim, I trust you!” she replied, looking me warm and caringly.

Being a weekday morning, the shopping centre was quiet. It was a big complex with huge skylights letting through the sun’s rays. If it weren’t because we were inside, and it might have been weird, I’d have put my sunglasses on.

Once in, we headed straight to the beauty salon. As we entered, we were hit with every alluring smell possible. Floral perfumes wafted around us. The beauty salon had dimly lit areas, probably to set a sultry ambience.

“This is you for the next few hours; I hope you enjoy it,” I said.

Nervously my aunty looked at me as we walked further in. She was greeted warmly, even with a hug. The receptionists looked at me reassuringly, hinting they would take good care of her.

Looking back at me, my aunty mouthed, “Thank you.”

I walked away, heading for Ann Summers.

Entering the store, I thought there was no point in trying to do this myself. I went up to a rep who looked to be in her late thirties. I was honest (to a point) and explained that I was shopping for my aunty, who had let herself go recently and hadn’t been concentrating on herself. I explained that she was a widow and needed affection. I told her that my aunty was currently at the beauty salon being looked after and that I was there to buy her a collection of outfits.

“Ok honey, what size is she” she quizzed me.

“I think she is a size 14, perhaps a 34c and about 5 foot 4,” I replied.

I had to stop myself from holding my hands up to demonstrate the size of my aunt’s breasts in terms of my hands – I’m sure that would have been difficult to explain.

“Ok, Hun, let’s have a look.” The rep said.

After a while, she’d picked out some very sexy lingerie. Sometimes, I felt slightly uncomfortable, but I went with the flow. There were four everyday lingerie outfits in different colours – white, yellow, light blue and black. They were lacy, with delicate flowery weaving. I already imagined my aunty wearing these, and my dick was responding. The Ann Summers rep also picked out a full-on set that excited me even more.

“This is for when she goes on that date,” The rep said with a smile.

Along with a plunge bra, there were knickers, suspender belt and stockings, all in black.

“Can we get a set in white as well,” I said, my mouth salivating with lust!

“Of course, dear” She looked at me a little curiously.

“I also need to pick a few more things out. I’ll be two minutes,” I said.

I walked over to the ‘toy’ area, unsure what to look for. The many shelves made things even more confusing. I recognised from a film a pink latex rabbit vibrator and grabbed it. Next to it were several boxes, ‘Bullet vibrator’, they pricked my interest, so I grabbed one.

I thought lube was necessary for the films, so I grabbed two bottles: one tingle, the other natural. There was a sign ‘Remember your batteries.’ Thank you, I thought, and grabbed two lots.

Just as I was returning to the cashier, I saw a set of handcuffs, and on a spur of emotion, I grabbed two sets and a blindfold. While we were experimenting, I thought to myself. The films made using these accessories look fun.

I returned to the Ann Summers rep, handed her the items, and said nothing. She looked at the things and said nothing, but her face betrayed confusion about why I chose these items for my aunt.

She bagged everything up, I paid, and I walked out quickly, not looking back.

After heading out to the car, I stowed the bags in the boot before returning. I then headed off to the department store and did the same thing. I went straight up to one of the ladies working there, told her about my aunty and asked that they help pick out five outfits. I ended up with some pastel-coloured skirts, jeans, linen trousers, tops, two summer dresses, and a couple of open and practical cardigans. I paid up and took these to the car as well.

After a while, I met back up with my aunt. Her hair looked beautiful – she’d had it washed, trimmed, and dried. It was still at shoulder length, with waves falling down her neck. She looked so refreshed, her face glowing. I could see that she had pastel pink nails.