A Boy’s Sex Life Part 1 — Big Bottomed Auntie, Chapter 1

From my very first “serious” relationship (at the age of 16) through to my wife, my partners have tended to be older than me. There’s been a few exceptions — a few girlfriends the same age or younger — but my preference is for women, not girls. Sure, most of the younger ones had nice, tight bodies and pussies to match, but the experience and sexual knowledge of a mature lady beats them hands down.

And in any case, who says that an older woman’s body can’t be sexy?

It all started with an encounter that I had when I was 15 — with my 35 year-old aunt, Rosanna. I’ll never forget it, that first sexual encounter. As the cliché goes, ‘she made a man out of me.’

Let me clarify something first. She wasn’t my auntie by blood, being married to my dad’s youngest brother. In fact, at that time, Rosanna and my uncle had been divorced for about 2 years. However, she was still considered part of the family — certainly, I still considered her my auntie.

Not having a large income, my auntie had sell the house she had shared with my uncle before the divorce. She ended up renting a house on a farm. I went there fairly often, mostly to babysit my cousins.

On this occasion, I’d asked her if I could sleep over, even though my cousins were with my uncle for the weekend. She enjoyed my company, so she readily accepted my request. I think my parents were just as happy to have me out of their way; my mum almost broke the speed limit, rushing me up to the farm as soon as I got home from school.

After the preliminaries of unpacking what gear I had brought with me and dinner were out of the way, we were seated in her cosy lounge room, a fire burning in the fireplace while we watched a DVD that she had rented. My auntie had drank a few bourbon and colas by this time and had given me a couple, like she usually did when my parents weren’t around.

The movie was mostly action, but there were the almost obligatory love scenes to temper the violence. During the last one, a real steamy scene, I squirmed uncomfortably. My auntie noticed this and stopped the DVD player.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” She asked in her sweetly husky and Birmingham-accented voice, turning to me. She must have been more than a little drunk by this time, but there was no trace of a slur in her speech.

“Nothing,” I replied, embarrassed at the boner that was starting to grow in my jeans.

“No, come on, tell me,” she prodded, “it’s to do with sex, right?” I nodded.

“Auntie Rosie, um, how old were you when you first did it?” She smiled and chuckled, turning her face away slightly.

“I’m not going to tell you that! Alright, I was about your age. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I’ve just been hearing some of my mates at school bragging about what they’d done with girls. I’ve only ever kissed one, and that was back when I started high school.”

“Look, love, I wouldn’t worry about that. Your mates are probably full of shit.” She turned back to me. “You’ve only kissed a girl once, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said, looking down, “I haven’t had a girlfriend since.”

“Well, it’s been a long time for me, too. I don’t get offers every day, you know. Who want’s a fat old hag?”

“Oh, you’re not fat, auntie, you’re gorgeous.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, look at me, I’ve got too much blubber, especially on my arse.”

“You’ve got curves Auntie Rosie, and as for your arse, I like it.” I did, too. It was — more than a little — on the big side, but it had a nice shape to it and it looked fantastic in the tight jeans she almost always wore. In any case her arse was balanced out by her big, pillowy boobs.

Speaking of my auntie’s boobs, it was then I noticed —even in my newly embarrassed state — that they were unrestrained by a bra, under her white cotton blouse. I could even make out her nipples through the thin fabric. She saw me staring at this and I could feel my face getting even hotter with embarrassment (and more than a little arousal). She chuckled again.

“I can see what else you like about me,” my auntie said through her laughter. “So, really, you’ve only ever kissed a girl?” I nodded by way of reply. “Well, come here, then.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it,” she said with mock exasperation. I bum-shuffled a little closer to her on the couch. “Closer than that,” she said, pulling me over so that our thighs were touching. My pulse started to race. “Don’t be scared,” she said soothingly, “your auntie just wants a kiss.”

Slowly, hesitatingly, I leaned in towards her. Gently, with lips slightly parted, I kissed her cushiony lips. I only lingered there slightly, but it felt electric to me. I could feel my cock growing even harder, pushing against the inside of my boxers. Her eyes opened and looked into mine as I broke away. She smiled contentedly.

“That was nice, but I think you can do better than that,” my auntie told me, “here, let me show you.” Her hands held me around my torso as she pulled me towards her.