Aunt Liz

My Aunt Liz

From the time that I could remember my Aunt Liz always had a playful demeanor with an edge of sarcasm within her playfulness. When I was just a child and she came over to visit her younger sister (my Mom), she would always take the time out to show me some attention. Generally back then; even though it encompassed some physical touching, the playfulness was wrestling or tickling, or a combination of both. Aunt Lizzie lived in our state’s capitol a couple of hours away from us so it wasn’t as if we saw her on a regular basis, so it was a real treat when she came around. But also, as I grew older and went through puberty, it was not lost on me that Aunt Liz really was a good-looking woman. Fortunately she seemed to continue her physical playfulness with me, always giving me over enthusiastic hugs, still poking and tickling me, grabbing me around the neck and head locking me against her bosom, and such.

Then in the summer of my fifteenth year, Aunt Liz came to visit and did her perfunctory headlock into her bosom without thinking. But instead of me resisting, I let her push my face right into her right boob. For whatever reason, I opened my mouth and clamped down right through her blouse onto her nipple. This must have surprised her as she froze for a second or two, then pulled my head away between her hands.

She gave me a wry smile and with a wink she said, “my, my Carl you caught me by surprise. I owe you one now”.

With that she quickly pulled her right tit out of her low cut top, adjusted her bra, tweaked her nipple, and then shoved it back home just as my Mother walked up behind her.

Aunt Liz leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “next time maybe I’ll have you kiss the boo-boo you gave me”, then kissed me on the cheek.

The next couple of days, before she headed back to her home, she made sure that I had plenty of opportunities to observe how sexy she was. I mean, this woman, my aunt, was in her late thirties but when she hung out at our swimming pool in her string bikini, it was very obvious she was one hot momma. She had this medium length dark hair that she liked to roll up into a bun behind her head. Seemingly, at least to me, she would always do that when I had a perfect view of her 36C (my guess) tits and her flat belly.

Aunt Liz seemed to make sure that I had a good view of her and almost posing to extenuate her features. Even when she was standing next to my Mom, she would do little things like adjusting her top, which would expose most of a breast, or pull her suit bottom out of her crotch while glancing over to me to make sure that I was looking. My Mom even turned around once to see who Aunt Liz was looking at, noticing it was I, my Mom rolled her eyes and shook her head.

Funny thing is, I noticed then that my Mom was built almost identical to her older sister, just an inch or so taller and with lighter brown hair. Had to tell myself to stop thinking that way.
Over the next couple of years we did not have the opportunity to see my Aunt that often, maybe a four or five times total. With me now in High School and involved in multiple sports and my cousin Sara getting academic recognition almost across the country, our families just didn’t make the connection too often.

But when we did, my Aunt Liz never hesitated to flirt or tease me, even in front of my Mom. Mom would tell her to stop it, because my Aunt might just cause some psychological impairment to me. Aunt Liz would just laugh and point out to my mother that I seem to like it as it was obvious I had a hard on. Mom would roll her eyes and tell Aunt Liz she was sick in the head, but then stare at the bulge in my shorts with a quizzical look.

Even though I thought that football was my best sport, it turned out that I was very good in swimming. In fact, in my senior year in High School I won all the sectionals and had the opportunity to go to the state championship.

This was held in the state capitol. Since my Aunt Liz lived there, my Mom made arrangements for me to stay there as Sara was off to college. And as it turned out, my Uncle was on an extended business trip overseas.

The way the tournament worked, you had to advance the first weekend to make the finals the second weekend. So Mom shipped me off to stay the entire 10 days.

Aunt Liz picked me up from the bus station and right off the bat it was apparent that the tease was on. She was wearing long slinky skirt with a slit up one side that exposed her leg and half her hip. Her top was a tight fitting silk low cut and she did not have a bra on.

I threw my bag in the back seat then jumped into the passenger seat before she entered the driver’s side. As she got in, she pulled the slit in her skirt from one side to the other leg exposing the fact she did not have any panties on. I saw a well-trimmed small patch of hair and for a second, saw her slit.

My eyes were glued to her crotch when she snapped her fingers and said, “gotcha!