1. Christmas Eve


    Date: 8/16/2017, Categories: Taboo Author: griffen1, Source: xHamster

    I guess my problem started during Christmas vaca- tion when I was 18. My parents were on a two week second honeymoon in France, and my Aunt Jill had agreed to take care of our rather large house and of me. Jill, who was 28 at the time, was still recovering from the shock of losing her husband in an automobile accident, so I was skeptical about my chances of having a merry Christmas in the midst of so much gloom. To my great surprise, though, Jill's spirits were high, and the two days before Christmas were truly enjoyable. Before I get too far along, I should point out that Jill was, and still is, a most attractive woman. Her best features are her slender, well shaped legs and her 37 inch bustline. Dad has often commented that, other than Betty Grable, he'd never seen a woman with such "gorgeous gams" (his words, not mine). On Christmas Eve, Jill and I decorated the tree, put out all the presents, and then went to evening church services. Jill had dressed in what she called her "Christmas uniform," a delicate white laced trimmed blouse, a red pleated skirt, and red high heals. Uni- form or not, she was stunning. After church, Jill mixed up a hot rum punch (with less rum) while I was starting a fire in the fireplace. When she brought in the large mugs of punch, I couldn't help sighing over how idyllic the scene seemed! The warm glow of a crackling fire, the sparkling tree, the pleasant scent of pine mixed with the smell of rum and Jill's exquisite perfume, and especially the ...
    ... sight of beautiful Aunt Jill and her long, nyloned legs shimmer- ing in the firelight. I thought to myself, "Now this is what I call a truly merry Christmas." Jill and I sat on the plush couch in front of the fireplace and began to reminisce about past Christmases and past f****y joys. Not suprisingly, we both shied away from any mention of my Uncle Jack's death. We talked for what seemed like hours, and I drank what seemed like a gallon of that warm, spicy punch. The drink combined with the mellow Christmas music on the stereo made me drowsy, and I uttered an inadvertant yawn now and then. On seeing one too many yawns, Jill asked if I'd like to rest my head in her lap. I thought that was a marvelous idea, so I stretched out on the couch and rested my head on her red skirt clad lap, my face toward the fire. We continued to talk, but the sight of her exquisite legs encased in silky sheer nylons and sexy high heels was starting to get to me. As she talked, I slowly let one of my hands drift to her right lower leg. Since this aroused no strong protest, I boldly began sliding my hand up and down that taut leg and began fondling the straps of her high heels. My hand shifted back and forth from one leg to the other, gently caressing her calves. I had, by this time, an enormous erection, but I was lying stomach down, so Aunt Jill couldn't detect my excitement. Soon my hand reached and massaged her knees (and I wondered whether I dared go further). I soon received my answer when Jill ...
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