Rick comes into his own!

Greetings everyone,Rick here again! Time to share another heartwarming family experience with you all. OK! Now, in the last story which I called, rather cunningly I thought, ‘Keep it in the Family’ I introduced you to my cousin Kate, my sister Kath and my Aunty Barbara (Kate’s Mum and my Mum’s sister) and myself of course, I let you in on the big secret of how we all got rather honest with ourselves and opened the door to a lot of adult fun!
At the time of that story (and this) I was 22, Kath was 20 and Kate 19 and Aunty Barbara 42. My parents lived in Chiswick in West London, and I was up at Oxford. My cousin and her mother lived over on the other side of the country in Cheltenham; Kate was reading for a nursing degree in Bristol which was nice because her cousin Kath (my sister) was also at Bristol University and they were able to share a small flat together in Clifton overlooking the famous suspension bridge. I shared a rented house with a couple of other guys in the Summertown area of Oxford (quite close to where Inspector Morse was supposed to live, but of course he is only a fictional character, so no point actually looking for the place!) and this was quite convenient because Cheltenham was only about 40 miles away to the West, meaning that weekend visits to Aunty B and her daughter were frequent and since that last adventure, increasingly enjoyable!
Right! Having set the scene let me tell you what happened immediately after that last little episode. When we finally all managed to stand up, Aunty B was almost unbelievably embarrassed, but we three were elated that we could all be honest at long last in our feelings and lusts for one another and we weren’t about to let Aunty B/ Mum disappear now that we knew that she was on the same wavelength as us. I think Kate was amazed at and proud of her mother at the same time and I knew exactly what I wanted her for and as soon as possible at that! And so we all put our arms round her and enjoyed a huge ‘4 persons’ hug. The various ‘bouncy bouncy’ noises had stopped in the master bedroom, so we decided to go to bed, but all four of us also knew that what had happened that evening was just the beginning.
A couple of weekends later, one of my ‘housemates’ announced that his parents were visiting from the North of England and so I offered to go away for a couple of days and said I had no objections to them using my room to save hotel bills, (all three of us had double rooms in the house). Guess where I intended spending my weekend.
On the phone, Aunty B said she would be delighted to see me but had to tell me that Kate was staying down in Bristol to go to a party with Kath (for non UK readers, Bristol and Cheltenham are also about 40 miles apart) and in those circumstances did I still want to come? How much thought do you think that took? Quite right and very soon after that I had packed a case (including a few little toys) and was heading for the ring road and the main road to Cheltenham.
Its not a long drive if the traffic isn’t too heavy and so about forty five minutes later I was sitting down with Aunty B enjoying a cup of tea. Looking out of the window I saw that it was starting to rain, so I went out to my car to get my weekend suitcase and coming back into the house decided to make it a bold move in order to set the pace for the weekend. Instead of taking it to the guest bedroom, where I’d always gone on previous visits, I took it straight into Aunty B’s bedroom. As I did this I saw her face at the point of realisation that I intended to bed down with her and all I saw was a slight blush and a look of intense anticipation and sexual need. I knew I had read the situation right and that she had probably re-lived that magical moment, kneeling in front of the sofa, over and over again (as I had) and had cum many times at the thought (as I had).
Around eight o’clock, after dinner, we had settled down as was normal when I visited to talk generally on a wide variety of topics when suddenly my Aunty got up and said and did something which was certainly not normal. She announced that she was going upstairs to change into something more comfortable and came down five minutes later in a black basque with scarlet lacing, sheer black nylons and black high heeled shoes. She sat down on the sofa next to me as if it was the most normal thing she had ever done. I said I just had to go to the loo and on my way back stopped to collect a few things from my suitcase. I resumed my position next to her and immediately put my arm round her and pulled her close so that I could cup her magnificent breasts and ease them out of the top of the most exciting garment I’d ever seen a woman dressed in. I had been trying for some time to catch a glimpse of a label or something to tell me what her bust measurements were but had been unlucky. I had to ask her straight out and the answer ‘I’m a big girl, Rick…. they’re 40D’ gave me little surprise; I could easily believe it.
I moved in closer and began to fondle her breasts, running my fingers lightly over them, coming close to but not actually touching the nipples except when what seemed almost accidental, I’d allow a finger tip or two to brush across the top of the straining, bulging protrusions. I licked my fingers and began gently squeezing and pulling her nips and at the same time brushed my lips across hers until gentle probing with my tongue tip revealed a tendency for them to open and pressing home my advantage soon found myself locked into a deeply passionate kiss with our tongues entwined.