My Fire Aunt & Her Daughter

She was there to meet me at the station. I well remember she was wearing a long coat over a thin tight sweater, and an incredibly short skirt. She seemed taller than I remember her, perhaps because she was wearing extremely high heels. I saw that she was heavily made-up for when we first met, she clasped me to her and gave me a long kiss on the cheek. I flushed with embarrassment, as I could see several of the men on the station staring at her. When I got to look at her, I saw that even though she had aged since I last saw her, but she still was a very good-looking lady. However, she was now a ‘heavy’ woman. Her legs, which had been long and tapering, were now still long, but had thickened. Her torso and particularly her breasts were large and heavy. However, her face was still beautiful, for she had clear brown eyes and long wavy hair, which she wore loose.

“So, my darling, how are you?” she cooed. I replied that I was fine and I mumbled that I was extremely grateful for her agreeing for me to come and live with her.

“We are both delighted that you can come to us”, she replied. “There are so many things that we want you to do with us, and now that you will be part of the family, we will have plenty of time to teach you these tasks”. The high heels clacked down the station platform and again I was aware of the men opposite staring at her. We arrived at her car, which was a sporty little saloon and having put my case into the car, we set off for her house. I did not think about the fact that she had used the word “we” when talking about living with her.

The drive to her house was uneventful and she chatted away easily to me about how lovely the countryside was at this time of the year. When we arrived at her house, I recognized it from the one time I had been there before. It was a large detached house with its own very secluded garden and gravel drive off the main road. She parked the car and I took my case from the back seat. My aunt led the way up to the front door, which she opened with her key.

“I want you to meet Maria,” she said as she led me into the house. “As you know Maria and I live together here and she is going to look after you while you are settling in. You will love her, I am sure”. We went into the sitting room and there seated on the sofa was one of the most powerful and strongest women I had ever seen. She stood well over 6 ft tall in her stocking feet, she had dark hair and her skin shone with health. As she rose to meet me, she towered over me and I admired her powerful frame. She was wearing a turtle necked sweater and a long tight skirt and I could see that her legs were slender for so large a woman. Her waist was small compared with her wide shoulders and heavy hips. She had strong arms and the whole of her body rippled with well-toned muscles. I was sure she spent considerable time in the gym, for there was no spare flesh on her at all. She obviously looked after herself, for I could see she had lovely large hands with beautifully painted nails. Her hair was a mass of dark curls that framed her face and plunged down her back. She had wide set eyes and beautiful ruby lips. As her face was dark, her teeth were very prominent and I noticed how lovely and even they were. In all she was quite gorgeous, but it was her front that held my gaze, and I could not help but stare at her huge breasts. Vast globes of mammary flesh jutted out from her large chest, so that the sweater she was wearing strained to contain their bulk. As she rose, so they jiggled, sticking out in such a manner that they seemed to defy gravity. Under her sweater, I could see the straps of her brassier cutting into her shoulders as the heavy material supported the enormous weight of her breasts and her prominent nipples showed clearly through the thin sweater.

“So, this is Shahzad,” she said, as she came over to me. “Well, my darling, you and I are going to get to know each other very well aren’t we?” With that she wrapped me in her powerful arms and hugged me close to her huge bosom. I was overcome with her scent and the musky odor of her body, but was delighted that she seemed pleased to meet me. With introductions over my Aunt picked up my small case and we all went upstairs. Maria preceded me up the stairs and again I was impressed with the way she moved. Lithe and nimble, she bounded up the stairs ahead of my aunt, and the view I had was of her dark hair bobbing and tumbling as she took the stairs two at a time. I moved at a slower rate accompanying my aunt as we went towards my room.

“I have decided that you and Maria should share a room, in case you get upset during the night,” my aunt said as we mounted the stairs. “You don’t mind, do you”? I mumbled that I was sure it would be fine, but nothing could have prepared me for the shock when I entered the room, for to my horror there was only one bed. It was a huge double bed, covered in female attire, frilly covers and silky sheets – quite unlike anything I had slept in before. Looking around the room, it was definitely a female’s room. Powder, make-up and all sorts of lotions covered the dressing table and there were woman’s clothes all over the chairs and sofa. The room itself was large and well furnished, with a door which went off to what was obviously an en-suite bathroom.

“But, where am I to sleep?” I asked, as my aunt put my case onto the bed.

“In here silly, with Maria”, my aunt replied patting the big double bed. “We thought it would be better if you were together, so that she is on hand if you need her”. I tried not to show my embarrassment, but Maria saw anyway.

“Ooh look, he is blushing!” she said. “Don’t worry darling, I won’t eat you – not yet anyway!” By this time I had turned a furious color of pink and my aunt, seeing my discomfort came over and wrapped me in her arms and gave me a hug.

The rest of the afternoon was spent settling me in and then after supper my aunt suggested I should go up to bed. I quickly agreed and my aunt said she would come up after I had bathed. Following a lovely wallow in the bath, I called down to my aunt and she came up. I was in bed and she sat on the edge looking down at me. I could see the fine wrinkles around her eyes under her make up which showed her age, but thought how really lovely she looked. Her brown eyes looked at me with what I felt were real affection. As she bent over me to hug me to her, her hair swept over my face and I could feel her big heavy breasts pressing into me through the bedclothes as she kissed me good night. As she left, she switched out the top light, leaving on only a small table lamp, which left the room in a suffused glow. The bed itself was very soft and comfortable. The sheets were silky and the big duvet covered both sides of the bed with ease. I kept strictly to my side, for I did not feel I knew Maria well enough to encroach into her side. As I lay in bed, I thought of what my mother would say if she knew I would be sharing a bed with this friend of my aunt’s. I was full of anticipation and I noticed my cock grew hard at the thought of sharing a bed with this powerful woman.

Some time later Maria came up to bed and I pretended to be asleep to avoid any embarrassment over our sharing the bed. Maria came over to the bed and looked down at me. I had my eyes shut and I could tell she thought I was asleep. She moved off to the dressing table and started to undress. Her dress came off over her head and I had a glimpse through my half-shut eyes of her huge breasts encased in a massive brassier. She wrapped a towel around herself before removing her panties and brassier, and then proceeded to go into the bathroom. I stole out of bed and went to look at her underwear. It was still warm from the heat of her body and I picked up the large heavy brassier and marveled at the size of the cups. Her panties were small and made out of thin cotton, and I noticed that the area around the front was damp. I lifted the pants to my nose and sniffed the scent of womanhood. I then quickly replaced them and returned to the bed.