Second time with Aunt Ellen — 20 years later

This is the true story of my second sexual encounter with my Aunt Ellen, almost 20 years after I Iost my virginity with her (see the story “First time with Aunt Ellen”). Back when we spent those three incredible nights together, she was 41 and I was 12. This past spring, with Aunt Ellen just turning 60 and me being 31, we once again shared a lustful night.

I hadn’t seen my Aunt very much over the past several years. I’m married now to a beautiful young Indonesian named Anna, and she keeps me very busy, indeed. When I had seen Aunt Ellen at occasional family events, she was always very loving and kind, but we never spoke of what had happened back when I was a young boy.

One of my cousins was getting married in the town where Aunt Ellen lives and I flew in for the wedding. My wife Anna had to get some work done that weekend and couldn’t join me. When Aunt Ellen heard that I was coming in for the wedding, she called and offered to let me stay at her house. After all these years, I thought nothing of it and graciously accepted. When I saw my Aunt at the wedding, she looked as good as ever. Her hair had turned gray and she was a little plumper, but she was still vivacious and attractive. I was a bit surprised when during the reception she was throwing down champagne with gusto and obviously getting very drunk. As she was getting yet another glassful, I asked if I could take her home (before she embarrassed herself).

When we got to her house, I had to put my arm around her to steady her as we walked to the door. As we walked, I could feel Aunt Ellen’s warm breast bobbling against the top of my hand. I hadn’t noticed at the reception, but clearly she was not wearing a bra under her formal gown. Surprisingly, my Aunt’s large boobs had not sagged that much over the years. After we got inside, my Aunt plopped down on the sofa with her head back and eyes closed. “I think I had a little too much champagne”, she said. When I turned around to answer her, I saw that in her drunken state she was slouching on the sofa with her legs parted fairly wide. The slit up the front of her gown had also parted, and I could see part of her pussy mound between her legs. To my surprise, it was cleanly shaven – not a hair in sight! As my cock started to awaken, I wondered if she kept it shaved all the time. Just then, Aunt Ellen opened her eyes slightly and caught me staring between her legs. She smiled and closed her eyes again, but made no effort to close her legs. At that I started to suspect that maybe she had shaved and waxed her pussy especially for my visit. As I was trying to decide whether or not my sly old Aunt was up to something after all these years, she said softly “will you help me get into bed, dear?” “Of course”, I said, and helped her off the sofa and into her bedroom. Once we were in there, she asked me to help her get her gown off. It had a rear zipper which went all the way to her waist. I carefully zipped it down for her then hastily tried to walk past her to the bedroom door. Before I could make my move, Aunt Ellen quickly peeled the top of her gown down to her waist and turned to face me. I stood there frozen, in awe of her massive, swaying tits. As I was stammering at a loss for words, she said “what’s wrong dear, you’ve seen your Auntie naked before, now haven’t you?” “I may have, but I don’t really remember” I said quickly. She moved closer, held my hands, and put them on her breasts. Smiling at me, she said “you don’t remember squeezing my boobs when you were a little boy?” Nervously, I cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently, admiring the weight and heft of them. As I fondled her big tits, my Aunt started undoing my pants, saying “I’ll bet you’ve grown up very nicely since those days.” Within a moment she had unleashed my 9” boner, which was now throbbing at full attention. I was very aroused, but at the same time ashamed that I had made no move to stop what was happening.