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Aunt in Bikini

... blonde and luscious, and all it would take would be for me to rip the blouse open and my aunt's big boobs would be right there. I could f***e her legs apart and yank her underwear away from her body... My aunt drained the glass, threw me a look, and then leaned over to place the empty goblet onto the table. "Tell me," she said, head canted to one side. "How do you feel, Carl? What is it about me that ... you know ... what is it that makes you feel the way you do?" Where could I begin? My cheeks burned, and for want of a diversion I popped the tab on the beer, swigging a third before wiping the back of my hand across my mouth. My cock felt enormous. It was rock hard inside the constrictions of my jeans. I wanted to reposition the thing, to ease the discomfort. It was lodged in there and pressing uncomfortably against my jeans. But I couldn't do that in front of my aunt, so I sat there and suffered with it. "I dunno," Aunt Jean I eventually replied. My aunt scoffed at the response. "Come on, Carl," she said, "I want to know. If you tell me I can help you, perhaps; if I know what it is I do that makes you feel the way you do, then I can stop doing it." I looked into her face. "I ... I ... uh ... I don't think you could stop doing it, Aunt Jean. It ... uh ... it's everything. "I think you're lovely." My cheeks were really on fire by then. I couldn't believe I was saying what I was. I couldn't believe we were actually having that conversation. Glancing at my aunt's legs, I ...

... continued. "You've got great legs," I croaked, desire flaring hotter inside me as I began to list my aunt's attributes. "Your body, Aunt Jean..." My cheeks ballooned as I shook my head, air coming out of me. "You're so pretty ... Beautiful. I think you're beautiful, Aunt Jean. Really sexy," I added," squirming to relieve some of the pressure on my dick. "I love the way you dress. You're all covered up, but you show off what you've got. "Your..." I croaked before pausing to swallow the house brick lodged in my throat. "Your boobs..." My aunt stared at me for so long I thought I'd offended her. "Oh, God, Carl..." my aunt breathed. "I knew you had a crush on me, but..." She stared at me for a few more seconds -- an eternity. "How do you feel right at this moment, Carl? How did she think I felt? I was absolutely mad horny to fuck the arse of her. I wanted her to suck my cock and wank it until I came all over her big tits; I wanted to see her naked, to touch her, to feel her skin and hear her moan. All that was going through my head, but all I did was shrug and say, "Well, you know, Aunt Jean." What happened next is a bit vague. I don't know who moved first. It could have been me, but it just as easily might have been her. We were closing in on each other, our faces on a collision course. I know I reached out and put the palm of one hand on my aunt's leg, and I definitely heard her let out a low moan. We both stopped, inches apart. My aunt flicked a glance at my hand. "You shouldn't do ...