My Visiting Aunt

My mom’s sister Donna lives in England. We hardly saw her when I was growing up. When I was 18 she came to stay with us for 2 weeks. I guess she had just gotten divorced recently and wanted to get away for a bit. I went with my mom to pick her up at the airport. When we saw her come out of the gates, I was amazed. The last time I remembered her was when I was a little kid and then she had been a lot taller than me. Now though, I towered over her and I was only 5’8″. She had to be about 5′ even. She was heavy set with long brown hair pulled back and glasses. Not much to look at really, I guess. We greeted her and hugged her and when my turn came, I could feel her huge tits press against my belly and felt my cock stir. Looks or no looks, I was 18, my cock stirred at anything.

On the ride home, Donna sat in the front seat and caught up with my mom. I listened and looked her over the whole time. Well she was fat, there was no denying it. But she did have a pretty face and her skin was smooth and white. She was 34 and as I said she had huge tits. As I listened to her funny english accent, I thought about those tits. I had seen my moms before and they were huge with giant nipples. Donna’s looked bigger but it’s sometimes hard to tell when they’re resting on a sizable belly. Mentally, I vowed to get a real look at them before she left. Short and with a huge ass to match her chest. Blue eyes behind thick glasses.

Back at the house I became a constant pest. Partially boredom and partly just because I liked her, I was hanging around her all the time. In the morning she would lounge around in a satiny red robe with her long hair up in a towel. I would stare at her smooth fat white calves hanging out from her robe as she sat drinking coffee and ask her questions about England. She also knew a lot of the same authors as me and we talked about books a lot. After 4 days my quest to see her tits was still unrealized and things were not looking good. She used my parents bathroom for all her showering and there were no windows or keyholes to peek through. My bathroom at the other end of the hall had a window but that wasn’t helping any at all. As it was, I jerked off constantly as I imagined what her body must be like under her red robe.

My mom and dad both worked at the time and I was out of school so I got to drive Donna around town and show her the sights when she wanted to. She was very affectionate and always hugged me and touched my arm and stuff like that. I didn’t think she was trying to be sexual but that didn’t keep my body from reacting. Like most guys that age, I probably spent a good 50 percent of my waking hours trying to sit or stand in just such a way as to conceal my constant erection from the prying eyes of others. In retrospect, I’m sure Donna was well aware of my condition.

I am a total snoop. One day, my mom came home at lunch and took donna out to eat. They weren’t gone more than thirty seconds before I was in her room looking through her things. Straight for the drawers I found her bras and underwear. Huge satiny panties, not the kind my mom wore. My cock grew stiff as I walked around the room with a pair of panties in my hand Imagining what Donna must look like in them. By the bed there was a night stand and I practically ran to it. I knew what kind of stuff I kept in my night stand. Sure enough, inside was a small vibrator, a larger blue dildo and some lubricant. No magazines but she wasn’t a teenage boy after all. I had my dick out of my pants as I smelled at the dildo and vibrator hoping for some indication of what her pussy smelled like. They just smelled clean and disappointedly, I put them back in the drawer. I was about to close the drawer when I noticed one more item toward the back. It was a small jar of anal ease.

Mind reeling, I ran back to my room with the panties and furiously jerked off thinking of Donna with her toys. I had never really thought about butt sex, at that age it kind of revolted me. Now though, as I imagined Donna with one toy up her fat pussy and the other slid up her asshole, I blew my load all over her big satin panties. I was so turned on that I found myself cumming again a few minutes later as I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.

On the sixth day that Donna was with us, a Saturday, we were all going to go to breakfast. Showers were kind of hectic and Donna elected to use my bathroom to save time, instead of three people using my parent’s. This was my big chance. I had done this before (I was a real little weasel). Having showered first and being already dressed, I snuck quietly outside the house and into the back yard where I hoped to peek in the window and get a look at Donna. Mine was what’s sometimes referred to as a 3/4 bathroom with just shower stall instead of a tub. When I got out of the shower I always had my back to the window and so, I supposed, would Donna. I can’t imagine what any neighbors might have thought if they’d seen me perched on an old lawn chair peeking in my own house at eight thirty in the morning.

I waited impatiently while Donna showered as I strained to see in the window.