Aunt Liz - Sex Stories

Aunt Liz

My Aunt Liz From the time that I could remember my Aunt Liz always had a playful demeanor with an edge of sarcasm within her playfulness. When I was just a c***d and she came over to visit her younger s****r (my Mom), she would always take the time out to show me some attention. Generally back then; even though it encompassed some physical touching, the playfulness was wrestling or tickling, or a combination of both. Aunt Lizzie lived in our state’s capitol a couple of hours away from us so it wasn’t as if we saw her on a regular basis, so it was a real treat when she came around. But also, as I grew older and went through puberty, it was not lost on me that Aunt Liz really was a good-looking woman. Fortunately she seemed to continue her physical playfulness with me, always giving me over enthusiastic hugs, still poking and tickling me, grabbing me around the neck and head locking me against her bosom, and such. Then in the summer of my fifteenth year, Aunt Liz came to visit and did her perfunctory headlock into her bosom without thinking. But instead of me resisting, I let her push my face right into her right boob. For whatever reason, I opened my mouth and clamped down right through her blouse onto her nipple. This must have surprised her as she froze for a second or two, then pulled my head away between her hands. She gave me a wry smile and with a wink she said, “my, my Carl you caught me by surprise. I owe you one now”. With that she quickly pulled her right tit out of ...

... her low cut top, adjusted her bra, tweaked her nipple, and then shoved it back home just as my Mother walked up behind her. Aunt Liz leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “next time maybe I’ll have you kiss the boo-boo you gave me”, then kissed me on the cheek. The next couple of days, before she headed back to her home, she made sure that I had plenty of opportunities to observe how sexy she was. I mean, this woman, my aunt, was in her late thirties but when she hung out at our swimming pool in her string bikini, it was very obvious she was one hot momma. She had this medium length dark hair that she liked to roll up into a bun behind her head. Seemingly, at least to me, she would always do that when I had a perfect view of her 36C (my guess) tits and her flat belly. Aunt Liz seemed to make sure that I had a good view of her and almost posing to extenuate her features. Even when she was standing next to my Mom, she would do little things like adjusting her top, which would expose most of a breast, or pull her suit bottom out of her crotch while glancing over to me to make sure that I was looking. My Mom even turned around once to see who Aunt Liz was looking at, noticing it was I, my Mom rolled her eyes and shook her head. Funny thing is, I noticed then that my Mom was built almost identical to her older s****r, just an inch or so taller and with lighter brown hair. Had to tell myself to stop thinking that way. Over the next couple of years we did not have the opportunity ...