The washing machine - Sex Stories

The washing machine

... to look after us. She says that I make her look even younger with my youthful looks when we go out together! Mom's younger s****r Aunt Emma lives next door. She lives alone after her divorce. Her son Steve visits her during his summer vacation. She is slimmer and slightly taller than my mom with a figure that is similar to my s****r's. Aunt Emma keeps herself fit by jogging regularly. Her features are alarmingly similar to a porn star I like which makes it embarrassing for me when I see her. Her D cups (confirmed!) seems hereditary from my mom's side of the f****y and with her tall frame she is a knockout. She usually has a boyish hair cut making her overall effect seem much nicer than mom, but it's all relative. She considers me to be her favorite and calls me whenever she needs help around the house. It goes without saying that she doesn't wear a bra all the time and her nipples are the longest I have seen although my experience is somewhat limited. So it was a Sunday morning when I heard my Aunt scream for me from outside my bedroom window that overlooked her house. The two houses were a few feet away and I could jump onto her balcony which I did frequently to gain access to her place. It was shorter in distance and most importantly I sometimes managed to get glimpses of her coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her amazing body. I love to watch her enormous breasts jiggle inside her night dress when I manage to spy on her on some nights. I could never say ...

... if she noticed my eyes on her but she never reacted when she caught me gaping at her nipples that seemed to push the limits of her t-shirts and my bl**d pressure. My room facing her room was a double edged sword, as I had to be careful to make sure the d****s were drawn during my marathon porn viewing sessions. I was still in my night shorts as I jumped over to her balcony and walked towards her voice. I love showing off my upper body and hence I went there in this state. I found her in the room next to her bathroom holding onto the washing machine as it tried to move across the floor or at least that's how it looked. I noticed that only after I saw her lovely form bent over the machine and holding onto it making her whole body shake deliciously. She was dressed in a pair of figure hugging work out shorts and a t-shirt that was low cut which fit her shapely torso to perfection supporting her mountainous breasts. The side view of her was breath-taking as her breasts strained against the material and could glimpse the skin below her armpit. Seeing this part of a woman (call me strange) and the back of her neck always gave me a bigger thrill than the all popular trio: butt, breasts and crotch! The room was pretty small and had two connecting doors: to her room and to the bath room. The washing machine was about 1.5 feet wide and 2 feet long and sat in the middle of the room which was slightly bigger to accommodate a dryer as well. There was a full length walk-in cupboard in one ...