Aunt Barbara

My aunt Barbara was married to my dad’s brother Pat. Pat was about 10 years older than her and one mean son-of-a-bitch.

I was in high school and on the golf team. I couldn’t afford my own clubs, so I had to use my dad’s. He has a work truck, so I would drive his car to school and then to the golf course for class. One day he left his clubs in Pat’s trunk. I went over to see if I could find a way into his trunk so I wouldn’t get an F for the day.

I knocked on the door, and Barbara opened it. Barbara is about 10 years older than me. She has a very beautiful face and long blonde hair. I had never seen her in anything revealing, so I didn’t know much about her body. That changed today. She was wearing a see through nightgown. What I later learned was called a teddy. She had beautiful firm breasts and a nice flat stomach. I could see a patch of hair under her panties.

“See anything you like?”

“Sorry, I need to get my golf clubs out of uncle Pat’s car. I didn’t mean to stare. I have never seen a nightgown like that.”

She smiled and leaned back on the arm of the sofa.

“Could I have a glass of water?”

“You know you can have anything you want here. You know you don’t have to ask.”

I did what any red blooded young teenager with raging hormones would do in my situation. I got the golf clubs and left. I wanted her, but all I could think about was my uncle Pat beating me to a pulp.

Fast forward about 8 years. My girlfriend and I split up. I went out for a night on the town. We lived in a fairly small town with about six bars. Only two were good for dancing. I went to the rowdier one. I was drinking heavily and was getting drunk. I had someone come up from behind and covered my eyes.

“Howdy stranger. Funny seeing you in here.”

I turned around and saw my aunt Barbara. We talked, danced and drank. We started making out at the table and I ended up with my hand rubbing her pussy under her skirt as we kissed.