The Cure, My aunt Sonya

* The names and places have been changed for my own purposes.


There is no other way to put it. My aunt Sonya is a sexy woman.

She is a mix of White and Indian decent with slightly curly black hair, dark sparkling eyes, a smile that can make you blush, and a body that would make angels trade in their spots in heaven to touch.

Seriously. Wow.


I first met her when I was around eight I think. Back then her and my uncle were still dating and on their way to marriage. Even then I was jealous of my uncle.

I don’t remember much of my first experience around her but I do remember one time my uncle and aunt came to babysit me. They didn’t do much. They put me in the living room and locked themselves into my parents room. The double doors to their room had multiple window panes and a translucent curtain on the interior side. I had peeked on my parents from time to time.

I was a curious child.

On this occasion however I saw them making out and rubbing on each other. I got an erection with the thought of trading places with my uncle. Oh the things I would do to that woman!

Within moments my uncle saw me and quickly came and opened the door. There I was, pants around my ankles and hand around my hard dick.

Oops.

He just laughed it off and nodded at me. He knew what he had. While my aunt looked on from the bed blushing. Even before this she seemed realy shy and quiet. She smiled too though., amused.

I got caught but nothing happened. My uncle and aunt said nothing of it to my parents and never mentioned it again.

Throughout the years my aunt has been a major character in most of my fantasies. From 9 to my teenage years I’ve busted thousands of nuts thinking of her. Shower scenes, walk in scenes, cumshots, creampies, tittyfucks, etc. So many ideas just with her. I’m hard just typing about it…….

Anyway, my family was all Christian, so all my dreams were impossibilities.

And as it turns out, my uncle and aunt became missionaries and were sent to Benin, Africa. Crazy.

Before they left I can remember talking to them, saying goodbyes and such. My aunt whispered in my ear her favorite memory, of me with my dick in my hand wacking to her and my uncle. Her and I laughed but I blushed. She said she would never forget, with the weirdest smile on her face.

Every few years they would come back to the U.S. and visit friends and family. For a while they would stay in Florida with her family then come northward to see all of us on my uncle’s side.