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Aunt in Bikini

My Aunt Jean looked good in the denim skirt; her fantastic legs made even better because of the cork-soled wedge shoes giving her calves that extra tension. She was wearing a light, button-fronted cotton blouse with ruffed gypsy sleeves; her thick blonde hair -- a dyed job -- neatly brushed fell close to her shoulders. A petite lady, a good head shorter than my six-one, Aunt Jean had a damn good figure on her. Her boobs swelled against the baggy blouse, their weighty sway discernable when she moved. At forty-two years old her prettiness in youth had matured to a calm beauty, with the light crow's feet a sign of much laughter in her life. I knew my aunt enjoyed a night out, and being divorced, why shouldn't she? I'd known her have a boyfriend or two, a fact which made me jealous as hell, but the afternoon it happened she was between relationships. When I analysed the events of that day later, I realised Jean's lack of male company over the preceding weeks had worked in my favour. It had been an incident during the hot summer that triggered the feelings inside me. I'd gone round to her house a few doors down the road from our place with a message for her. The detail of the message isn't important, but when I casually unlatched the gate at the side of the house, the one where the path runs up towards the back garden, I had no clue that I would find my mother's s****r face down on a beach towel. She was lying there on her front, her feet towards me, legs parted so I could see ...

... right up to the cleft of her pussy outlined in her bikini briefs. I stood transfixed by the sight, my heart a sudden jackhammer inside the rack of my ribs, the organ bouncing around like it was trying to burst free of its cage. It was involuntary, an instinctive response, but as I stood and gawped at my aunt, my cock thickened and grew. I experienced an abrupt and near overwhelming urge to touch myself. It was either wank my cock or launch myself at my aunt. Yearning yawed all hollow in the pit of my stomach while lust boiled inside me. That was the beginning. That was when the i****tuous craving for her lush curves hit me. Perhaps sensing my presence, my aunt hefted herself onto her elbows and leaned to one side, face turning towards me, a hand going up in a salute to shield her eyes from the sun. She blinked and said, "Oh, Carl, I didn't hear you." Or at least I think that's what she said. I heard the sound of her voice and saw her mouth moving; I just didn't comprehend the meaning of her words because I was staring at her round breasts, which barely concealed in a hot-pink bikini bra to match the briefs. "Carl?" she asked, the sharp tone focussing my attention, or part of it since I couldn't drag my gaze from my aunt's body. "Are you all right?" The truthful answer was I was far from all right, but I could hardly blurt out that I wanted my aunt to take that bikini off so I could see her naked. Decorum prevented me from hauling my erection into view and simply tugging at it ...