A week with my Aunt_(3)

A Week With My Aunt

The first time that I really noticed that my aunt as more than an aunt was three weeks before my seventeenth birthday. My parents were going to Texas for business and left me with my Aunt Jennifer. She is a little shorter than me at about 5’4″, brown curly hair, and has a great body. She is a bit on the chubby side, but not too much, with a great ass and size C tits, but undoubtly her ass is her best feature. Aunt Jennifer is 56 and divorced with no children.

I was a bit annoyed that I had to stay with my aunt. “I’m almost 17”, I told my parents. “I’m old enough to stay home by myself”. But my mom insisted that I stay with her sister to stay safe since school was out for the summer and I would be home all day. Aunt Jennifer lived about 1 hour away from where we live and was on the way to the airport. My parents dropped me off at my aunt’s apartment and I was greeted by Aunt Jennifers’ usual kiss on the lips. I said goodbye to my parents and they were off to the airport.

I got my things unpacked and was settled in. Aunt Jennifer was a sixth grade teacher and would be home all day to watch over me. The first two days were uneventful. The third day I was awoken around nine o’clock a.m. by my aunt. “I’m heading out for my walk, do you want to come?” she asked me. I grunted, which she knew meant that I just wanted to go back to sleep. Aunt Jennifer liked to go on an hour walk every morning. After she left, I tried to go back to sleep, with no luck. I was up. I got up and went over to the closet to get dressed. I opened the door and got my clothes on. I picked up the clothes that I had on yesterday and went to put them in the clothes hamper. Sitting on top was a pair of my aunts’ dirty panties. I ignored them and went and watched t.v. I kept thinking about those panties and how dirty they were. I wondered what they felt like, smelled like. I wondered what they tasted like. I gazed up at the clock and saw that my aunt had only been gone for fifteen minutes. Since it’s summer I knew that those panties sitting in the hamper would be really sweaty and that turned me on even more. I took the panties and went back to my room. I took my pants off and just layed there, taking in the beautiful aroma of my aunts pussy. I licked those panties from the top of the ass, right down to the top of the pussy. I was in heaven and I just had to jerk off. I was so busy that I didn’t hear the door open. Aunt Jennifer came into my room very quietly, just in case I was still asleep. Aunt Jennifer stood in the doorway for a few seconds before I noticed she was even there. I quickly threw the covers over myself and she left. Knowing that she was watching me turned me on so much, I came in about five seconds.

I got cleaned up and went to go explain myself. Aunt Jennifer was sitting on the balcony having a cup of coffee and reading the paper. I sat down and picked up the sports section. I had to build up the courage before I could say anything. After a few minutes of sitting I finally said something. “I’m sorry about what I was doing in there earlier”. “Don’t worry about it”, she told me “I remember being your age and having those feelings come over me. But next time you do it, make sure you lock the door.”

After we had breakfast, Aunt Jennifer went to go have a shower. While she was in there, I went into her room to check my e-mail on her computer. I turned it on and while I was waiting for it to start up, I noticed that the pair of panties that my aunt had on during her walk. I picked them up and started to sniff them when I heard the water turn off. I threw the panties back on her bed and went back to the computer. Aunt Jennifer came in to her room wrapped in a towel. “Time to leave”, she told me “I have to get dressed”. I told her that I would be in my room. I went in but didn’t lock the door, just in case she needed to come in for anything. I still had the image of her in my mind and I came in about two minutes.

The rest of the day was pretty much normal, we went to the mall and I bought a new DVD. That night we went to a romantic resturant for dinner. Aunt Jennifer wore a low-cut shirt that showed off a nice amount of cleavage and a pair of tight black dress pants. She never wore dresses for some reason. She caught me staring at her breasts all night, but she didn’t mind at all. I could feel her running her foot against my leg all night. Near the end of dinner, she asked me if I had ever been with a woman.