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Aunt Jean the Queen of Extreme

My Aunt Jean is the complete opposite of my mother. Even though Jean is only one year younger than my Mom, you would be hard pressed to say they were related. Jean is 5’8, slender with a very curvy ass and a great set of tits where my Mom is much shorter and a little heavier set. Physical features aside, my Mom is very much a prude and ultra conservative where Jean is a very sexual free spirit as I would soon find out. My name’s Jack by the way and have I got a story for you! Our families were close and we always spent a lot of time together. Jean’s two kids, Julie and Stuart, were regulars at our house as Jean always seemed to be away. In fact, they spent some much time at our house, I would consider them more family than cousins. Jean got divorced when I was 12 and my mother always said it was because her sister was a tramp. I didn’t really understand what that meant until I was a little older but it certainly explained why her kids were continuously shipped to our house. I was always fascinated with my Aunt as she came across as a very adventurous woman. The clothes that she wore, the way her body swayed when she walked, this all added up to a mesmerizing woman. As a young kid I would follow her around whenever she was near and my parents used to joke that I was technically her kid. At the age of 15, our family moved out of the country and it was 4 years later when I finally saw her again. I was then 19, Julie was 18 and Stuart was 16. Though her kids had changed ...

... significantly, it seemed that my Aunt Jean had become even more stunning. Even though Julie was more suited to my age and she had certainly filled out nicely in our 4 years apart, it was Jean that filled my dreams whenever I had my hand wrapped around my cock. Jean never wore a bra that I have ever seen and her nipples were always pointing out of whatever tight shirt she happened to be wearing. I think she knew I was checked her out because she would go out of her way to bend over in front of me either exposing her cleavage or showing her fine ass to me. When we got back from Europe our house was still being renovated due to construction delays so we all had to cram in at my Aunt’s house for a couple of weeks. Julie had to give up her room to my parents which meant I had to crash on a blow-up mattress in Stuart’s room with most of us being located on the second floor. Julie moved into her Mom’s room which was located on the ground floor at the back of the house. Stuart’s snoring and the uncomfortable air mattress made sleeping very difficult for me. I was continuously waking up through the night and after three days of this, I was absolutely bagged. I decided to move to the couch in the living room downstairs to try and get some sleep. Jean’s bedroom was right next to the living room. I fumbled my way down the stairs in the dark and found a clear path to the couch. I sprawled across the couch on my back, sighed and closed my eyes waiting for sleep to take me. As I was starting to ...